Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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Wuduhe Town is a remote town bordering Qingguo and Beiqi. Because it is not a battleground for the military, it has not been a big battle for many years. However, both sides have their own garrisons, and small conflicts are naturally inevitable. When the two countries placed the focus of trade and war on the southern vassal states of the Wudu River, the town was even more difficult to avoid and quiet.

Fan Xian clearly, this town belonged to the Northern Wei Dynasty twenty years ago, and later merged into the country of Qingguo.

Therefore, the residents of the town have no feeling of closeness to their own exercise group. It seems that it takes some years for the people of one country to truly accept the rule and change one.

The glazed tiles in the town reflected the bright light toward the sky. Fan Xian, who was sitting in the carriage on the street, narrowed his eyes and kept thinking about how to deal with himself after entering the northern Qi Dynasty.

A faint smile floated on the lips of the vanity, he never saw his mother, but it is wonderful that he loved the woman named Ye Xiaomei, who thought that for many years, a little girl sneaked Into the emptiness, the world never knows the temple where he is, he will be amazed, admire the mother's courage, courage, wisdom.

The fact that Fan Xian knows that he is not as good as his mother does not make him feel discouraged. Instead, he makes him look more positive and positive. In fact, it is a very dangerous second life.

So he needs to know where the temple is, and then feel the place where his mother used to walk, and the rest of the atmosphere.

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On the outskirts of Wuduhe Town is a small river, which is the boundary river between Beiqi and Qingguo. A temporary trestle has been set up on the river and will be able to accommodate a carriage.

Officials from Beiqi and the officials of the Hongjun Temple in the mission are waiting for the arrival of the group on the other side of the bridge. On the other side of the river, the local garrisons who are not fine-skinned and yellow-skinned are also guarding, just Look at the posture of their guns, I really doubt whether they are showing the majesty of the team, or holding a gun to borrow to sleep.

The first carriage got on the bridge. The wheels are in contact with the undulating simple wooden bridge surface, making a creaking sound. It seems that the bridge seems to be smashed at any time, which is a bit scary.

Fan Xian has already got off the bus and walked to the end of the bridge. He greeted the officials from Beiqi who came to meet him, then looked back at the carriages behind them and slowly pressed over the bridge. It seems that I can't stand the endless rape, and my voice is louder.

It seems that I saw the anxiety between Fan Yumei, the nine-hour Beiqi official quickly explained: "Try it, no problem."

Fan nodded and knew the exchanges between the two countries. Everything was judged by strength. There is no need for him to be too enthusiastic about this junior official. His mind is mainly placed on the team. If the sea otter really wants to kill Shawn, then today is the last chance on the bridge.

As a woman of a generation of masters, she must be responsible for her master's reputation and must be responsible for the safety of the people of Beiqi, so she can't do it within the border.

Suddenly, Fan Fan’s heart moved and slowly turned around. I saw a poplar forest on the bank to the southeast of the Xiaohe River. The trees were thin and the column was straight toward the Tianzhu. It looked like a long gun in the army.

A village girl dressed in floral cloth. Holding a basket, watching the team on the sedan pass. The breeze on the river blew, blowing the flower cloth towel wrapped around her head. Showing the ordinary face, the clear eyes.

Fan Xian smiled and looked at the woman named Haishu. It was not easy to detect the nod and expressed gratitude. It was also a kind of good show. He knows that after going to Beijing to go to Beijing, he will inevitably deal with her again, and Chen Pingping also let himself find ways to get close to the hardships.

The imagination of Haishu and Fan Xian in Kyoto is not the same. She is not beautiful, but she is more beautiful than her teacher. This beautiful beauty refers to appearance and the latter beauty refers to temperament.

Fan Xian always thought that there is no fairy daughter in the world. If there is, it must be a female ghost.

Although Haishu came to assassinate Sean this time, and also thought about killing Fan Leisure, Fan Leisure still appreciates her. On the one hand, she appreciates the strong and natural strength of this girl. On the one hand, she is in the meadow Shanghai. When I forked my waist and pointed at Fan’s nose like a shrew, the kind of village girl felt that it was really fun.

The carriage stopped at Fan’s side, and he walked in without a look at the river bank.

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Crossing the river and wearing the forest, the team of the regiment came to the official road under the protection of the regular army of the Northern Qi. Fan sniffed the smell of the air, looked at the early green trees next to the official road, and felt a strange feeling in his heart - this went abroad? Do you feel a little bit?

The battle on the official road is more scary. There are two teams along the left and right sides. One team is all women, and there are tender and small rings, the middle-aged servant of Ma Li, the old man who is old and haunted. The other team is all men, but more gloomy than women, a brocade, with a machete around the waist, the body has a chilly taste.

At least half of the group’s people are the staff of the Nationalist Supervisory Institute. As soon as the team saw the officer wearing the scimitar, a strong hostility began to brew, and everyone's hands subconsciously molded onto the handle of the waist knife.

The Qing National Supervision Institute, Beiqi Jinyi, is the most secretive and secret agency of the two great powers in the world. In the past ten years, the two sides have not known how many times they have secretly handed over. The fight between spies and counter-espion is always cruel and ruthless. The hands of both sides have already been dyed with the other's blood.

Suddenly met on the official road today, the two sides sniffed the taste of the other side began to look red.

Officials from Beiqi quickly came up and explained a few words to Fan Fei. Fan Xian did not take it easy. He waved his hand and let these people relax. After all, today is a friendship between the two countries. See, but the seven Hu Wei behind him, has been calm and powerful.

It is indeed a neighboring country with a water supply, especially from the Wudu River, and it feels more obvious.

Not waiting for the rest, Fan Xian immediately let the subordinates begin to arrange the handover ceremony with the other party. Wang Qinian asked some questions and whispered: "Why don't you continue to be accompanied by Sean? Maybe we can ask something on the way to Beijing." He didn't know what secrets Shawn had in his heart, but as The confidant of Fan Tis, naturally knows that Fan has some demands.

Fan Xian shook his head and said calmly: "Still forever, along with these north-speaking spies along the way, how can it be so convenient? It is better to throw it at the other side, we can also exercise less heart, if there is any problem with Sean on this road. Naturally, the Northern Qi Dynasty is responsible. Do you dare not return the words to us?"

Having said that, Fan Xian’s heart is still a little depressed. Once he enters Beijing, he will not say whether Shaun can save his life under the pressure of the bitterness. Even if it is because of the relationship between Shang and Hu, Sean regains power. There is no better way for him to go skid and open the yellow, old and tight mouth of Sean.

When the sound of the chain rang, Fan was cold and cold, watching the old man being lifted from the carriage, and Shaun’s legs were broken. The following cars were particularly difficult, and the pants at the knees were faint. It gives off a slightly sweet **** smell.

Most of the North Qi Jinyiwei are young people. They don’t know what Shawn’s looks like. But in the folk legends and the old population of the Wei’s population, they know that the secret agencies in Beiqi are actually standing still. The poor old man made it. In other words, this old man with white hair should be regarded as the grandfather of his own pedestrian.

A somewhat weird atmosphere permeates the scene of the handover. Beiqi Jinyiwei does not know how to treat Shawn. Is it a hero of the country? Or the embers of the former dynasty? Is it the ancestors of this cadre, or is it a serious crime to watch the defense in the future?

After a moment of silence, the emotions in the blood of each person finally took the upper hand. On the official road, the Jinyiweis of the fresh clothes and the angry horses slammed in unison, half-squatting on the ground, and bowed to the old man’s rites. Worship: "See Xiaoren!"

With the sound of the rushing salute, a powerful and familiar force seems to have returned to the body of Shawn’s old man. He looked at the disciples of these disciples above the official road, slightly blinking, and the silvery hair was in the wind. In the middle of the dance, the dry lips are slightly, but after all, they didn’t say anything, just waved their hands.

It is this feeling of waving, letting the fans in the rear observe their hearts.

Sean stood up straight, his iron shoulders, seemingly regaining the power to take up the world.

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On the other hand, the women from Shangjing had already taken up the rational carriages, and they didn’t know how they carried so many accessories and utensils. It was just a horse in the carriage. After the fragrant bath, after a long time, the door was lightly opened, and Sylvia only stepped on the embroidered pier of Microsoft and walked down from the carriage.

Everyone’s eyes lit up, but Fan Xian’s eyes were short-sighted and immediately returned to normal.

A pair of filigree jade hands hang lightly outside the shallow blue sleeves, and a rich curve is perfectly adorned by gorgeous clothes. The black hair is lightly pulled, with a simple ebony fork, red lips with Zhu, and eyes swaying. The eyebrows are as far away as they are, and the photos are all around.

This is the reason, the glamorous crown of the river, the light of the emperor's heart of the beautiful woman.

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