Legend of Fu Yao

A room is lit.

Two heads that come together - Yalanzhu and ingots.

There are also three handsome guys who sit still and look different.

The cloud marks hang down, and the ancestors drink tea indifferently. The long-term grandson washes the cards, and the eyes plunder from the note, like laughing and laughing.

The ink on the note is dripping, the strokes are deep, the strokes are scribbled and the momentum is compelling, so the number is written in three points. Similarly, the meaning of Acacia is also expected to be three points.

Meng Fu shakes the paper and grabs the paper, grabs it in his hand, and smirks at the curious look of Yalanzhu: "Babei said that he is coming back."

Because Yalanzhu didn't want to be the light bulb of the three handsome guys, he consciously let out the mahjong table. He always felt uncomfortable because of the itchiness of his claws. He listened to the tone of Meng Fu’s swaying and screaming, and dismissively said: "Press that guy, I don't have to look at it, I know that 80% writes something like 'XX is gone, wait for me to kill back'."

Meng Fu looked forward to her and looked forward to her: "The beads are really gods!"

Yalanzhu’s eyes bowed and he smiled and said: “Before you, who are all gods.” Grab the Yuanbao adults to chat on the bed, Meng Fu looked at her somewhat lonely figure, thinking of Yalanzhu I must know the phrase "waiting for me", not to say to her, this hard pursuit of Beiye for many years, because a shampoo will identify the girl of her beloved, because of her appearance, once again extended indefinitely The journey of chasing, how long does she have to wait before she can wait for her own dream? How much youth does a woman have and can withstand such a profligate chase?

Meng Fu swayed the shackles and carefully thought about the possibility of sending Beiye and Yalanzhu to pile up. However, I remembered the consequences of the long-term prosperous Sun Wuji and Hu Sang, and thought about the long-grand, promising and generous people. Can't stand this kind of chaos, smashing oneself, changing the cannon of the North Field, not immediately dismantling his bones? Forget it, let it be.

Here her eyes turned around, there was no heart, and the few were still playing intently. The long-term grandson slammed the card and said: "Hu."

Meng Fu shook the past and mourned: "I drop silver..."

That night, Meng Fu Sha lost a house of ten acres of fertile land and smashed servants, and even the new 娶 娶 妾 lost to Zong Yue, Zong Yue do not want people, asked Meng Fu to take the silver to arrive, Meng Fu shakes tears from Jiu Xian On the top and down the red bead string, stepped on by Jiu Xianyu.

Nine Immortals are not really nine immortals - Wang Fuli that is true, and it is true that he likes to go up to Meng Fu to strengthen her. Meng Fu Sha has already been in contact with War North Heng, and he has carefully examined his people. I finally chose this most favored and most daring Jiuxian, and bought the inner court squatting, and stunned her horse with the stalwart powder provided by the veterinarian Zong Yue, and then Meng swayed the hero of the chapter to save the beauty, when the nine Xian was successfully sent to Meng Fu Sha, Meng Fu Sha immediately sent her out - in the future she knows the end of War North Heng, will not come back to find death, counted Meng Fu rescued her life, and war South The nine immortals that I saw were already dressed up by the great-grandchild of the great-grandfather. In any case, Nancheng could not have any deep impression on one of the youngest monks who lived in the palace.

As for the good things in the underground of the house where the nine centuries lived in Wangfuli, including the prohibited tributes in the medical officer's house, etc., they are all secret forces of the soldiers in the north of the war. The foreigners have the monarchy of the Warring States Plains. Class talents, no shortage of cockroaches, thieves, thieves, thieves, thieves are first-class, all the experts, teamwork, calculations, a battle North Heng, it is not easy?

It is a pity that General Meng calculated that others are easy. Everyone in front of him will waste firewood. The cloud marks are good at counting, and they can’t play twice. Every card is remembered clearly. Zong Yue is playing cards like he prescribes medicine. Skilled and natural, she is more familiar than her old-fashioned gesture. He does not count cards, and does not remember his own cards. He specifically remembers Meng Fu Sha, what brand does Meng Fu shake need, he definitely does not play any cards, the purpose of holding is - I don't care Win, you don't want to win. The long-term grandson is better and better, and the playing cards that are scattered and idle seem to lose. They don’t win every time. At first glance, it’s not as good as the two. But when they hit it down, Meng Fu’s shake found that he lost every two. I will win once, and I will definitely win the lost silver. In the end, I will definitely not lose it. I can play the chance luck of mahjong to such a precise level. It is not playing mahjong, but playing. Wisdom.

Meng Fu shakes and collapses. When he plays in the middle of the night, he pushes the card and shouts: "Three bullies, don't play, change people!" Drag Yalanzhu to the table, she looked at herself, and looked at it, black. Face.

Yalanzhu is on the top, and the cards are not counted. The number of cards is not remembered. The control of winning or losing is not controlled. The big party is playing, the happy and happy, the Yuanbao adults are still venting cards. - Raise a paw: one, two claws: two, and so on, showing that the **** is a whiteboard, the tongue is red, and so on.

When it was dawn, Meng Fu’s lost ten-acre house, a dozen amps, and a red jewel string, all came to the hands of Yalanzhu, and Meng Fu’s anger and anger was extremely high. The character was high, and the eccentricity had no borders. He is sad.

She changed her clothes with sorrow and went straight to the court.

Today, the main street of Qudu Qushui is on the dragon platform, and it is fighting north!

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Luolongtai.

Scorpio officials of more than four products and the land of the royal family.

Today's light rain, the dragon on the platform was washed wet and slippery, the lines on the white stone floor were clear, and the blood was soaked by the blood of countless people. The dragons carved by the black stone in Taiwan week circled and danced. Longkou, waiting for the sacrifice of fresh blood.

The stage has already been placed on the stage, and Meng Fuyao and the chief secretary of the book, Zhao Qinghong, have let it go. She is the first assistant.

The huge dragon-studded knives are cold and sleek, and the bamboo curtains are hanging on all sides. Since the founding of the Scorpio, the first execution of the prince, the Warringham Heng will become the most distinguished person who has been fortunately devoured since the establishment of Luolongtai. In order to match the noble characters, In addition to the civil and military officials, the rest of the people are far away from Sanjie Street, which is the execution, and is also carried out in the bamboo curtain, so as to prevent the leader of Tianjia Longzi from rolling around and hurting the body.

The midsummer has already passed, the coolness of the early autumn is stunned, and the rain will wet the deep red flowers under the dragon's stage. There is a miserable beauty.

Long Street uploaded the sound of the car, oh, the monotony, in the silence, I heard a bit of swearing, and gradually, the scorpion in the ox car, sitting in the yellow scorpion wrapped in the head of the war, appeared in the hundred In the official vision.

Looking at the former King of Constant King, who was once in the forefront of Jin Zunyu’s prestige, now it’s such a terrible situation. Tianmu Wenwu has a sad look. They look up at the gray sky and think about the surging of the water. Like the savage king of the darkness of the city, Kitano, they all have hidden ominous omen in their hearts. It seems that the end of the king of today is also the end of the Scorpio dynasty, and the blood that will flow out from the north of the war. It is the beginning of more blood outflow.

The Prince of Iron Cap can suddenly land his head, why can't the Jade Order Golden Palace collapse in a flash?

This moment has been lost all over the place.

This moment, the whole world, turned his eyes, staring at the strange and murderous case of Tianzhu, waiting for more conspiracy and storms hidden behind.

This moment, Meng Meng swayed and watched the battle of North Heng, but his heart was thinking about the old Zhou Taishi who died in his assassination.

The two-minded ministers, who had far-sightedness and disregard of honor and disgrace, spent their entire lives trying to destroy this dynasty, and still avenged themselves for many years after their death.

In the north of the battle, Heng Muran got off the bus, Muran was led to the dragon platform, and the four sides of the bamboo curtain brushed down, blocking the last little skylight.

The end of life will also end.

In silence, there was a cry of heartbreaking in the bamboo curtain:

"The emperor is ruthless, and I am sinking!"

With the call of great pain, the giant slammed into the heavy sky, and the dark clouds seemed to have slammed a little, but only a slight shift, instantly closed, still covered like a pot.

Meng Fu Sha suddenly stood up.

She stood up calmly in the eyes of the public, took a glass of wine, and said faintly: "I am going to send the King." Do not look at the crowd shocked, turned and left.

"Meng Daren." The police officer behind him whispered to remind her of the position at the moment.

Meng Fu turned and turned, and the voice on the high platform was clear. One word said: "The king is always a thousand, and he has already received the national law of the heavens. He has always treated me with heavy weight. How can I let him in this hurricane? The cup of warm-up wine can't be drunk, so it's on the road?"

Under her clear eyes, the hundred officials bowed their heads slightly.

In the bamboo curtain, the North Heng is slightly wet and wet. When this road is broken, Baiguan is avoiding him for avoiding suspicion. Only this two hundred and five leaders lead the blood and sex!

Meng Fu shakes the curtain and pushes in, and drives the layers of light and shadow. The warlord's tears are blurred and look up. See the boy who brought the wine over, half a squatting in front of him, and respectfully placed the glass on his lips.

The boy smiled slightly, peaceful and pure, and was clear and clear. Zhai Beiheng looked at such a look, and his anger suddenly dissipated. He was a little embarrassed to think of the old things that she had shut her house, and smiled apologetically.

He didn't know the experience of Zheng Nancheng in Mengfu that night. He didn't know that the doll was in the house of Jiuxian. If he knew that this sincere teenager was the chief culprit in the death of a country's prince, don't I am joking, I am afraid that I will immediately rush to bite each other's meat.

However, he only thinks about anything else now - you can kill even if you are a war, don't blame me.

He is laughing, not drinking the wine, but he is low: "Meng Tong leads ... people treat me not benevolent, I don't need loyalty, say things to you, you remember, don't remember, it's me. The last thank you."

Meng Fu shook his eyes, "Oh?"

"There are dark diseases under the armpits. Every fall, there must be an episode. In the past, when he attacked, he will go to the south to recuperate in the name of hunting. This year is impossible... I don’t know how he will cure the disease..."

"Oh..." Meng Fu smiled. "It's really worrying. What kind of disease?"

"There is no one to know. I only know that when I have not won the throne, he does not have this disease, or after the father has won the world..." The North of the War continued to live, and the hand of Meng Fu’s hand was Drink the glass of wine.

Then he said: "...and finally you will come to me, I thank you very much."

Meng Fu shook his head and looked at his eyes. His eyes flashed. She wanted to tell the truth of the war in the north by toasting him. He was alive and mad at him, but at this moment, he felt the expression of the eternal sensation of the North, and felt that he would take it. Yes, why bother to do too much.

Let him take the last step of self-righteous warmth in the world, and maybe be a good person in his next life.

She put away the cup, smiled and retired, and the bamboo curtain opened and closed, slowly covering the young figure of the young, and the delicate face flashed in the thin horizontal shadow of the bamboo curtain.

All the backgrounds were blurred, only the rain passed through the bright eye waves, and the eyes were swift-like and eagle-like, and it flashed in the dark autumn drizzle background. A little familiar.

War North Heng wrinkled his eyebrows and thought about it.

The night of a torch, the depths of the palace, the sneer of a girl in front of the horse suddenly fell into her mind.

That eye... that eye...

Like the lake in the winter, the lake suddenly burst into the ground, then the rush of the big moorings came out under the hood, pouring a cold heart!

War North Heng suddenly smashed up and smashed heavily.

He shouted: "You -"

"Hey!"

The knife flashed, and the silver rainbow was pulled in the air, and it screamed and fell!

The world is a cold.

The blood is flying high and the air is flying high. The bamboo curtains are sprayed on the four sides, dripping and dragging, drawing a picture, and the vertical is like a mountain wrinkle, and it is like a water and a sea.

The pen of the ghosts and gods, painted **** mountains!