Legend of Fu Yao

Meng Fu shook his head, looked at the long sword shining in the neck, and looked at the pale face of the boy opposite, half awkward, laughing.

"Comrades, violence can't solve the problem, especially when you are actually unable to exert violence."

She smiled and gently pushed the tip of the sword. The sword that was originally stable like a rock was actually pushed by her. When the sword was swaying, the boy suddenly fell silently.

Meng Fu shook his hand without surprise, and caught his fallen body.

"Oh," she sighed. "Is it obvious that I am hurt, what else can I do?"

By looking at the teenager with a mirrored gleam, his eyes closed and his eyebrows swelled up, his face was almost white and transparent, and the sweat was oozing out of his forehead, silently rolling into the hair, and the black hair was darker and lining up. snow.

Meng Fu shook his head and shook his clothes. He saw a wound wrapped in his chest. Meng Fu shook his eyebrows and untied the cloth. His **** suffocation rushed into the nose and reflected. The eyelids are a sly, scar wound of flesh, like a sharp-edged weapon, slightly blue-blue, obviously poisonous, there is a bruise near the wound, with traces of smoke and smoke, although not heavy, but Seeing that Meng Fu’s eyes are shrinking.

Fire gun.

I remember that Yuan Zhaoxuan once said that the entire Taiyuan, only one firearms team, equipped with the most advanced weapon musket in Wuzhou mainland, has always been in the hands of the Crown Prince Qi Yuanjing, the prince’s cronies in charge of this firearms team, now The boy clearly aligned and sought out. The two swallows were hostile. They should be Princes. Why are they injured by the firearms of the Prince?

But now is not a question, Meng Fu shook his mouth, took a small bottle from the sleeve, a little pity to look at, carefully poured out a purple pill, fed into the mouth of the boy.

The more I want to feed, the more I don't want to be reconciled. The slap of the boy's face, the pill hits his throat, and the gesture is obviously more than necessary.

No way, heartache, the bottle is the "nine turn back to the soul Dan" given by the dead old Taoist, the dead old Taoist whispered that the human bones can be born and died, except for the baby in the "martial arts" of the first Brahma in the world, what else? I can't compare it. Now I have given this guy who doesn't even count on my friends. It's really distressing.

After taking the pill, it didn't take long for the teenager to breathe a lot. Meng Fu shook his veins and knew that although he could not remove the poison, he could already keep his life. He stood up and looked around for the exit.

She knocked on the wall, this "mirror off" is actually a kind of array method, using the principle of reflection and refraction, knocking for a while, the sound of the bottom of the hand suddenly changed, no longer dull, become crisp and bright, Meng Fu shakes his heart and is about to push. He suddenly hears people behind him. "If you want to be shot by an arrow, you can push it."

Meng Fu turned and looked at the teenager sitting in the ground and raised his eyebrows. "You treat your savior like this?"

The juvenile hand rested on the lap, and lowered his eyebrows to test the breath of his body. He heard Meng Fu shake and talked. He looked up, and the faint glimmer of light flashed. The eyes were deep and beautiful, as if they were seen in the misty moon and the blue sea. There are countless fishing fires, which are fascinating and unpredictable.

His face is only beautiful and pleasing to the eye. These eyes are amazing. Look at such eyes, just like sitting in the dusk flowers, watching the river lights in front of the river drifting in the water, there is a destiny of peace in the cold.

Meng Fu Shao is a little lost, thinking about such a pair of eyes, why should I go to practice that crazy and weird "secret"?

Before I thought about it, I heard that person faintly answered, "If I can, I hope that my knife can be placed around your neck."

Meng Fu shake couldn't help but smile, shaking his head while smiling, and shouting, "Okay, you said, what do you want me to do?"

"Qi Wang brought a juggling team into the palace today. Tonight, he gave a birthday to the Emperor Taiyuan at the Ganan Palace feast. At that time, he will assassinate the Prince and force the emperor to abdicate. At the same time, Qi Wang’s minions Yanjia The family will also start, Yanjia borrows a banquet to invite foreign ministers to mobilize the guards in the palace, and the family will command 50,000 troops to attack Miyagi. What we have to do is to inform the Crown Prince before the start of the search. ""

"Where do you know the secrets of these top layers?" Meng Fu looked at him curiously.

"Someone told me." The boy's mouth was very tight at first, and he did not intend to say anything.

Meng Fu shook his head and thought about it. "Good." She smiled fearlessly and was a little smug. "Hey, let's make things uncomfortable, I want to do it, not to mention the palace in this day, I don't When you think about it together, it is difficult to escape from the palm of your hand."

The young boy frowned slightly, and he was very worried. "I used to go to the letter house to report to our homeowner. I want my family to inform the Prince and I don't want to encounter the Prince's firearms outside the gate. I didn't know that they had betrayed the master, otherwise..."

"Otherwise you will not be injured, forced to hide here, but also help me?" Meng Fu shakes him and glances, "Are you a cloud family?"

"Cloud marks, Yun family raise son." He replied simply.

Meng Fu shook his eyes and thought about the evils between the Yun family and the family. A large part of the reason was that Yuan Zhaoxi and his own good things to plant and blame, could not help but have a dim sum, and quickly turned to the topic.

"Let's find a good idea," Meng Fu shook the hand of the cloud to his imprisoned position map. "Is he not the prince who is not a pawn? Where is the power to control the situation?"

"I don't know," said Yun Xu's eyes, who thought about it. "I only suspect that there is someone behind me."

"Who?"

The cloud mark is another thought, half awkward, only slow and dignified.

"The grandson is promise."