Legend of Fu Yao

The dead false Xuanyuan!

They are like...the same face as the prince of Wenyu...He always thought that it was really Xuanyuan, no one could be like this, so he was very careful, never really close to that person, he is far from the station Under the steps of the cell, look at the subordinates.

It turns out that...this can also be...

Xuanyuan twisted on the flying horns, blackened, twisted into a group that is not like people, Zong Yue looked up calmly, medicine, have you heard? Choose a suitable person, eat a special medicine for meals, soak in the medicine bucket day and night, and smoke the medicine when you sleep, until the body is soaked in blood and nails, and in those long days, he also uses His fine hands, constantly adjusting his face, adjust the other party's appearance is very similar, so slowly, quietly changed down, used for many years.

He knows that Xuanyuan must not be able to use the sentence, and will certainly not be able to watch it. As long as the skin of the person is broken, the blood gas that is emitted will soon infiltrate into the guilt of the other party. The higher the martial arts, the heavier the damage. When the next time I shake the infuriating, it suddenly broke out.

He counted Xuanyuan to go to the Lintian Building, just as he figured he would finally plant from the top of the building.

This is the case, it is necessary for you to die like this, the embarrassing planting, the ugly death, and the same year you personally killed the prince of the literary prince.

"father--"

The screaming female voice screamed, and the **** penetrating smashed crowd, Zong Yue’s smile condensed in the corner of her lips.

Rhyme!

He has already ordered people to sneak into the government and send them to her grandfather. Why does she appear in the sky?

Zong Yue was eager to raise his head, pointing to the Lintian Building, saying: "Chongru, stop!"

The black people quickly crossed the high wall, but they were already one step late. The petite shadow suddenly fell into the name of several guards who tried to stop her. The feet slid down the body downstairs and floated up four layers. Then, In that piece of blood and fire, she hugged her half-coke, sly, unrecognizable father.

Her body instantly ignited a raging fire, and the black hair became gray and bloody. In the low voice, she was also painfully twisted into a ball, but after all, she did not let go of her father's body.

That only the fire heard, she said:

Oh, I am wrong.

Thirteen years of grievances like blood, turned into this Kunming fire all over the sky, the instinct of love, hate, grievances and sorrows, and the child who shyly smiled in the watery years, annihilated.

Outside the three long streets, the woman who rushed all the way to the road suddenly stopped, and then slowly closed her eyes.

She and the woman above the tall building, shivering slightly, then bowed her head and silently buried in the palm of her hand.

Behind her, the light purple robes man with a sleek look, gently took her into her arms and turned away to block the scene of the **** beauty.

He gently stroking the woman in his arms, turned his head and looked at the white man from the sky, and flew to the top of the tall building, the bottom of his eyes, flowing a bleak sigh.

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Xuanyuan Zhaoning Twelve years of the twelfth lunar month, the regent of the reign of thirteen years, finally failed to spend the last year of his life.

Xuanyuan Yun did not die in the end, she was saved by Zong Yue, but the child has lost a jade-like skin and lost his voice.

No one knows whether she was dumb because she was burned, or because the fire completely burned all the pearly and beautiful things in her life. From then on, she would not open her mouth to this dirty world.

Meng Fuyao is very self-blaming for this. She personally rushed to send Xuanyuan Yun, but after all, it was a step later. She even blamed herself for the picture she had cheated from Xuanyuan Yun. How much damage it was, guilty. The person can be punished, but what rights does she have to injure?

Zong Yue told her that he did not use the picture at all. From his offensive line, he did not have any connection with the small county owner.

Meng Fu shakes that this is the way Zong Yue protects her. He does not want her to carry a sly cross because of hurting innocence. All the sins, he chooses a man.

In the 12th year of Xuanyuan Zhaoning, it ended in the blood and fire that was eternal and annihilated that night.

On the day of Xuanyuan’s death, Xuanyuan went out of the palace and went to his remote town to be his idle prince. At the moment he stepped out of the palace gate, he slowly looked back and stared at the wall of the palace that had closed his twelve years. In the eyes, there was a lot of emotions in the eyes, but in the end they all turned into a calm water.

The silence of the palace gate, the cold moon should be laid down in the white marble square as the water, it is a mirror brilliance, reflected in the Xuanyuan court after the rebirth.

Under the sky, in the cold moon, the delicate man who had no more fat powder suddenly rolled up his sleeves, licking his fingers, opening his lips, singing in the smoke of a smog and wind that had never been exhausted:

"The still waters are stacked in the mountains, and the waters are still stacked in the mountains. Where is the younger priest squatting? Where is the smog of the smoldering smoke! The rivers of this squad are still hot, so the teachings are heartbreaking! This is not the river. ... twenty years of inexhaustible heroic blood!"

On his side, the little girl held his sleeves tightly, raised his head admiringly, and his eyes widened with radiance. He said, "You are so good to listen to the six brothers."

"Is it?" Xuanyuan paused, and for a long time, smiled, took the child and turned around.

"But in this life, I will never sing again."

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The following spring, Xinjun succeeded, the year number: Cheng Qing.

Before Xinjun succeeded to the throne, he tried to seal the six hundred miles of the junction of Xuanyuan and Daxie to Meng Fu Sha, and was rejected by Meng Fu. She said: "Reassure, the rabbit of Da Meng Meng will not go to your home again. It is."

Zong Yue silently, smiled for a long time, said: "But if the Xuanyuan Lord intends to invite the ‘九霄’ adults as the national guardian and give the lord?”

Meng Fu swayed Yan Yixiao, and he was not ashamed to answer: "That is still barely ok."

She patted Zongyue's shoulder and said, "Be a good emperor. I have time to check it out." Turned and waved his sleeves and left, but he felt that the man behind him was entangled, so deep and stuck behind her, sticking her I have to walk back and feel uncomfortable. I have to look back. If I have no words, I will ask you one more sentence:

"Hey, why did you know that I was looking for Zong Yue, but I refused to take off the mask?"

The man in white is still silent, and he replied long afterwards: "This answer, come to Xuanyuan next time and ask me."

Meng Fu shook his mouth and glanced at him. He turned his eyes and turned around.

Behind her, Zong Yue watched her figure disappear completely at the end of the thousand steps of jade, and then sat down slowly. He squatted on the throne of the empty hall, and squatted alone in the Jinghua full-cap, with a cup of tea on hand. Reflecting his face, he meditated and gently stroked his face.

Shake.

I didn’t take off my mask because I hope...

Maybe you will fall in love with me.

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"where are we going?"

"You are free, but there is an invitation, you must be very interested."

"Ok?"

"The prostitute is newly established, and the three kingdoms are invited, and the nine-year-old adult, Meng Fu shakes Meng Wang to go to the ceremony."

"what!?"

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(End of this volume)

[The fifth volume of mystery]