Legend of Fu Yao

And the lip color is like being painted white, it looks a little floating and it is a little bit confusing, half awkward, "You... sure?"

Meng Fu Sha waved very directly. "You are embarrassed."

"Do you really think that you can not be emotional in your life?" Zong Yue looked at her. "You are just a young age, young and young, why do you have any reason to resist the arrival of feelings?"

"The direction of my love, I shouldn't have been here." Meng Fu shook his lips, and suddenly there was a layer of sorrow. "In the middle of this thing, I have to have a protective shield, so I can remind myself." Heart-raising...oh, very good."

She smiled and smiled. There was a slight regret and embarrassment in her smile. There was a relentless resistance and helpless acceptance of the world. In the end, she said softly but firmly:

"So be it."

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The Promise of Guozheng Ning in the fifteenth year of the winter, the Promise of the Southland rebellion, the Promise Prince was all in one paper, and the prince of the German dynasty, Sun Jia, was ordered to be the king of the king. He led the army 200,000 to go to the southern Xinjiang rebellion, and the Jianwu general Guo Pingyi was the striker.

Because De Wang had never recovered from the old disease, he was hired by the Emperor Shengzong, and he was acquainted with the sacred medicinal herbs.

Meng Fuyao and Yao Xun, as the "small shackles" of Mr. Zong, naturally follow the army. When Meng Fu shakes out of the city, after passing through the "Spring Sunk Court", it is found that this former gold-plated cave has been sealed up, and the day is flowing, nowadays Clouds scattered, Meng Fu shaken in front of the empty brothel, I do not know what to think, a smile on the corner of his mouth gradually picked up, but gradually faded away.

She stood still for a long time, finally turned around, and suddenly heard the sound of breathing in the corner behind her body, reaching out and grabbing a small person.

The child was only six or seven years old, but his face was full of makeup. It was just dirty and dirty. He was shaken out of the corner by Meng Fu, and his eyes were wide open, but he did not cry.

Meng Fu Shao only felt that the child was familiar with it. After thinking for a long time, I thought about it. It turned out to be the nursery rhyme that I saw when I visited the brothel on that day and Yuan Zhao. I couldn’t help but frown. "I don’t mean that Chunchaoge robbed the southern Xinjiang tribe girl. Only after being sealed up, have you been taken in by the court? How come you are alone?"

The child stared at her with a pair of micro-striped brown eyes. He said, "The knife, go home."

The child talked briefly, and the sound had a rare metal quality. It sounded like a kind of hidden edge. Meng Fu shook his eyebrows. He was a little worried that the child was scared and was not normal. However, the name was The little girl with the knife, just slammed her clothes and repeated it over and over again. "The knife, go home."

Meng Fu shakes several times and wants to go, but he can't give birth to the child's skinny hands. She is not willing to use martial arts to forcibly open her. In the end, she has to drag and drop it. Yao Xun looks at her clothes and drags a child behind her. Come back, strangely raised eyebrows, have not asked, Meng Fu Sha has no good answer, "the knife to go home."

So there was a little squad called a knife in the team. Xiao Yan was very silent, and his eyes were always fixed on the south.

When the army went out of the city, Meng Fu shook back and looked at the direction of the palace. There was a slight smile. There, a deep beauty and a fat eater who is narcissistic and loved, is not enjoying this rare day. Winter warm sun? Does the fat mouse sleep in the palm of the master, revealing its cute pink belly? And the first snow that has just turned on the eaves, is the falling snow water flowing into the lake heart of Penghu?

She did not go farewell to Yuan Zhaoyu.

Choose to follow Dewang to leave, first, for Dewang to take charge of all matters in southern Xinjiang and nearby states, including the passage of the country to the neighboring Promise, Meng Fuyao expects to gain something, and second, she still wants to find opportunities Guo Pingzhen, who suddenly changed his personality, got the antidote, and the third was to leave Yuan Zhaoyu.

Because it is close, so leave.

She shouldn’t have been detaining all kinds of love in this world. It’s a lingering past for the old days. After crossing, from the beginning of the anxiety to the later acceptance of reality, she experienced the turbulent psychological journey. If the mood of the sea rushes to calm down, the representative is not giving up, but is willing to squat, willing to fight for the permanent battle of time and opportunity.

She believes that as long as she goes all the way, there is always the day when she touches the end.

However, there are always variables in people's lives. Such variables are close to the irresistible fate. She has almost seen the consequences of such variables. All her persistence and dreams of her seventeen years here will be defeated. .

She hopes that before Yuan Zhaoyi has not fully become a variable that can subvert her all obsessions, she will annihilate the germinated flame, and in the future, she will not have to owe or worry about it, but at the last critical moment. hesitate.

She hopes that she can live without a trace, not leaving any trace of the fate of herself or others in this world that should not belong to her.

In the battle with Guo Pingyi, "Breaking the Nine Miles" was close to the fifth floor due to the blessing of the disaster. At the same time, it also touched the strange poison of this fate. Meng Fuyao felt that this was the God of the Gods - helping her to advance with greater strength and The sword of destiny, cut off the entangled silk that is born in some dark places.

She spent a long time in front of the city gate, and finally in the Zong Yue once intentionally and unintentionally looking back, resolutely patted the horse and rushed to catch up.

Her black hair is in the wind, the slender back is plated with a huge red sunset, the sunset is full of the sky, the sky is rich and colorful, and the woman who goes to the horse gradually fades into the color of the micro gold and deep red. in.

She didn't know.

In the direction she looked at, the highest "Folding Spring House" in the palace, the noble man with the sleeves in the wind stood for a long time, the wind on the high building blew his long clothes, and the black hair flew like ink, those The flying hair covered his eyes, only a deep smile, embedded in the lips.

He looked at the direction of the city gate, half-squatting to the side of the animal on the shoulder. "She just greeted her and said nothing, the most sorrowful woman..."

An animal is very happy to spread the claws, seize the opportunity to confess: I will never treat you like this...

The confession is not over yet, and he listens to the master like a smile and mutters. "It doesn't matter, if you don't come, I will come."