Legend of Fu Yao

Such a close distance, such a fierce knife, Meng Fu shakes his face changed, the subconscious arms, want to use his flesh and blood to block the knife.

The knife suddenly slipped after touching Yuan Zhaoxuan, and immediately slammed, and even slipped down on Yuan Zhao’s clothes, as if the clothes were not clothes, and the clothes were not flesh and blood, but slipped. The oil in the hand is average.

The hand of the knife slipped, and Yuan Zhaoyi had turned around.

As soon as he turned around, no matter what the knife was doing, he first opened Meng Fu Sha, so that her movement could not control the knife that really hit the knife.

Then he clipped his finger and slammed the dagger.

Finally he lifted his foot and kicked a knife.

The body of the knife slammed out and slammed into the iron rushing over. Tiecheng held her and slammed into the stone wall and stopped. When she stopped, she immediately threw her away. "There is a knife behind the companion, and you will be enemies. Are you human?"

The knife held the wall and coughed slowly, coughing up a little blood. She licked the vines on the wall and refused to look back. The fingers were stabbed by the thorns on the vines. The child did not say anything.

Meng Fu stared at her, half awkward, slowly pulling out the knife behind the waist.

The knife is dangerous, she knows; the knife is gloomy, she knows, but she always thinks that this is because the child’s fate is so full of hatred and dissatisfaction with the world, as long as the time is given, it will gradually fade, so she does not hesitate For her confrontation with Zong Yue, she won the opportunity to survive.

However, she is not afraid of the razor's dark arrow, not afraid that the knife will hurt her, but it does not mean that she will look at the knife to hurt the people around her, can accept the knife to bring danger to people other than her!

Meng Fu stared at her, like staring at a young beast - the knife is very strange tonight, is it that the so-called chasing and killing is a play, and the three thousand army is simply the killing she brought ?

Her knife was pulled out halfway, and the morning light flashed with her beating light. Although her hand was still weak and weak, she could definitely hesitate to cut the knife's head without hesitation!

Yuan Zhaoxuan suddenly smiled and stopped her.

"We don't want to be hesitant about obvious hostility. For hostile suspects, we might as well think about it."

He took his hand and looked at the knife that was always coughing. Suddenly, "Knife?"

Hearing this call, the knife suddenly shook and looked up and looked at Yuan Zhaoyu unbelievably.

Yuan Zhaoyu looked at her look, and suddenly there was a memory in his eyes. He slowly said, "Why is Khan and Kim, is it okay?"

The knife trembled even more. Yuan Zhaoyu had already smiled slightly. "Laocha Khan and Jin gave birth to eight sons. The biggest wish of his life is to get a grassland phoenix. It seems that this wish has finally come true."

The knife turned his head and screamed. "You have a face to mention him! You have a face to mention him!"

Yuan Zhaoyu looked at her, looked calm and faint. "It seems that Laocha Khan really treats you as a treasure. How old are you? He even told you about it."

"Why don't I know?" The knife looked at him, his mouth was clear, his eyes were like a knife. "I have been holding me since I remembered it. I told me over and over again that we had a rich pasture and cattle everywhere. We The tent is like a white pearl sprinkled over the northern grassland. Our cattle and sheep are more than the stars in the sky. My father is a hero, and he is the most noble king of Beibei. All the warriors bowed to him and kissed him in the ground. The toes; but now we live in a broken tent, guarding a few thin sheep on the day of exile, my father personally work, should have held the hands of kumiss with a rough whip - these are you What is caused is that you let the king of Beibei believe in the king of Nanzhao, and let the king of Beibei think that the prairie man is a brother, so that the spies of Nanxun are mixed into Beibei and eventually exiled their honorable king. !"

Meng Fu swayed and looked at the knives that looked like a demon fire. This child is very eloquent! What is this about? The civil war between Nanxun and Beibei? Sounds a bit familiar...

"Why didn't you tell you that you are a king who masters and is responsible for the fate of countless herders' brothers, should your father not only fight and ride a horse to raise the scimitar for the wolf of Xiaoyue? Shouldn't just remember Drinking oil tea to eat 耙耙 and the warriors wrestling and practicing martial arts? Why did you not tell you why Auntie was returning to the good, the first thing after Nanxun Wang surrendered to the court was to send messengers to Zhongzhou and pray to the court for learning Central Plains culture and etiquette. And your noble Northern King, what was he doing at the time? Hunting, still drinking kumiss?"

Yuan Zhaoxuan slightly raised his head, the morning sun was clean and pure, and he was bathed in the golden light of the eyebrows, the mountains of Yushan, and the gods.

"We Han people have words "intellects to win the enemy", and there is a saying "to defeat the king", "Yuan Zhaoyu faintly said, "Why did you not think about why you were a swindler? Hey, why can't you be the first to be strong?"

The knife squinted at Yuan Zhaoxuan, who seemed to understand and understand. In her little heart, she only circled the words that A Niang had said, and recalled the description of the man that A Niang had said over and over again - the **** of the gods. Beyond the glory of all people, A Niang told her that that person is the true enemy of his father. Without him, Beibei may have defeated Nanxun in the Southern and Northern Wars of the year and became the co-owner of the grassland. Because of his appearance, the North and South patriarchs were forced to bow down and become "brothers", and the brothers eventually sold him and took their Beibei. A Niang told her that the person she saw would recognize it and no one could replace it.

Seeing him for the first time, within the brothel, she was stunned by him, but she could not do anything because there were too many people.

Seeing him for the second time, the smiling man in the garden gradually coincides with the image outlined in his heart.

She wondered, until yesterday, she sneaked out of the city with hatred, and used a homemade rocket to confuse the military camp of the north and south, and then she saw the man's shot.

The body that twisted like a snake... Auntie said that many years ago, he also killed people like this.

That careless manner... She knows, yes, she recognizes him.

She wants to avenge her aunt who has lost her authority. For the sake of beauty, she is revenge for the mother-in-law who has been ravaged for years because of the hardships of the past, and revenge for those pastures and cattle and sheep that the tribes lost!

She does not regret what she has done, but she does not dare to face Meng Fu’s gaze. In her little heart, the world is evil, but she... seems not so bad.

She remembered the warmth of the palm of her hand when she was holding the palm of her hand. I remember that all the way to Meng Fu Sha will give her a quilt at night, remembering that Meng Fu shook her body with the wounds that were broken by the old man. The look, remember her arm in the white clothes man's uncomfortable eyes, she did not understand what they were doing at the time, but in a small heart, still can intuitively distinguish between murderous and kind.

And this person, he is the person that Meng Fu shakes like? She often deliberately does not look at him, but occasionally she passes the look of his back, exactly the same as Auntie sees the aunt.

The knife bites his lip, thinking of the mother-in-law who grazes barefoot in the cold winter, remembering the barren and deserted sandstone land, which is the only place where their people are now sheltering. No one can eat enough.

If not, why was she stolen by the greedy tribes, sold to traffickers, and discharged to the dirty place?

Her heart is hardened again.

"I will kill you." Her calm announcement, a word nailed out, hard and crisp, she tried to recall the words of the warriors on the prairie after the duel, "If you are afraid, you can kill now." I am."

Meng Fu laughed and burst out.

Although still a little angry, this child's ignorance is not good, but Meng Fu can't really face her face with a real and stubborn expression on that day, watching such a small child with such an old-fashioned oath, she seems to see stubbornness Myself, many years and many years ago, rushed to the end of a deep valley in Taiyuan, shouting to God, "One day the old lady will go back! You will wear me once again!"

She suddenly wet her eyes, for those young dreams, for those who have changed their destiny, for those who have always insisted but never know the value is not worth the insistence.

Yuan Zhaoyu was also smiling. He suddenly walked over and untied a jade card from the waist side and handed it into the knife.

"Your father's experience, I am different, can't protect myself and the king of the tribe, not the real king, Knife, you think you can be the real king of the North and the South, for your father to take back his pasture? ”

Knife Nail tightened the palm of his hand, looked up at him, clear, loud, "I can!"

"Very good," Yuan Zhaoxi smiled. "The North and the South will eventually be unified. Maybe a queen is also a good thing, but before that, you are just a knife, a young daughter of an exiled king, want to get What you want to get, you need to start over."

"I can wait!"

"Patience is the last successful person." If Yuan Zhao’s words are profound, he smiles slightly and smiles like a cloud. "At that time, you, Knife, if you still want to kill me." Come with your North and South, before you, you are not worthy of a fight with me."

"I will come!"

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In the eleventh year of the eleventh lunar month of the eleventh year of the eleventh lunar month, the north-south coalition army that launched the mutiny suffered the first major loss since the official war. The main account was burned, and the three thousand troops responsible for the pursuit disappeared inexplicably, and three thousand lives were like A cluster of foam-like, silent, long-lasting disappearance in the long river of time, even a wave of waves have not been shocked, as if it is not three thousand people who go out to stand in a big square, but a flower, say thank you Thank you.

That night was the night of the Yi sacred festival, and the people of God did not receive the blessing of God.

This battle case was later studied by many historians and military scientists. He never understood the mystery. If they knew that the disappearance of these three thousand people was only because they met him, they might not be so brainy and miraculous. It is.

For some people, there is no miracle, because they are the creators of miracles themselves.

What the world does not know is that on that day, the future master of the prairie, because of her courage and persistence, was personally crowned by the real king.

History is rushing forward, and those who are destined to leave a trail in the history of the Qing are going on their own way.

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Meng Fu Sha has been living a good day recently.

After the recurrence of the "lock" on that day, she was ordered to recuperate by Yuan Zhaoxuan. She was surprised to find out during the rest of her life that she did not know what strange ingredients were in the poison. Every time she attacked, the meridians of the body were shocked, but her endurance was on the rise. The infuriating recovery is slow, but it is more solid than before.

Yuan Zhaoyu sneaked into her room every night - certainly not for the sake of embarrassment, Meng Fu Sha did not know what he did, only know that after he came, he would immediately fall down and sleep, no matter what he did. Dream, wake up in the morning, extremely backache, if the clothing is basically complete, she would think that she had a 3,000-hour battle with Yuan Zhaoyu every night. Sometimes she was a bit embarrassed to see Yuan Zhaozhen, and she was doubting whether she was a Yuan. Zhao Yu destroyed three thousand rounds.

She also asked Yuan Zhaoyi to do all the tricks, and Yan Yuan students should not make any direct skin touch on the knee above the nose. Unfortunately, Yuan smiled and answered her, "Do you manage yourself first? After having a skin touch on the knee above the nose, ask me again."

Meng Fu Sha is very confused and has doubts about his character. She firmly believes that under waking state, it is impossible to cause any indecent behavior on the knee above Yuan Zhao’s nose, but after falling asleep... Maybe when he is an ingot So touched it? Maybe Yuan Zhaoyu took his own hand to touch it?

After thinking for a long time, Meng Fuyao finally figured it out. She was extremely philosophical. No matter who touched it, I don’t know, it doesn’t exist.

Therefore, Mengcheng, who is delicious and sleepless, has recently become chubby and has a tendency to move closer to Yuanbao.

In the meantime, Yuan Zhaoyu went out for a trip and took the knife away. It seemed that he went to find Guo Pingyi. Meng Fuyao did not ask where the knife went. She believed that she would meet this child after all, and then she would have been reborn.

The look of Yuan Zhaoxuan when she came back also made her understand that there was no antidote in Guo Pingyi. At night, Yuan Zhaozhen’s rare one did not enter the door and put her down, but gently stroked her hair, saying, “Full, I will I found the antidote for you."

Meng Fu shakes his heart and licks his hoof, and replies, "I went to find the ink on my own, and taught him by the way. I didn't teach, but the teacher passed."

Yuan Zhaoxuan smiled. "Then, should I go to find your master, teach him well, how can you teach such a rib?"

"You are a rib!" Meng Fu jumped up and licked him with a greasy hoof. "You have a rib from head to toe, black ribs!"

The bones of the wolf were flying in a chaotic manner. Meng Fu shook and laughed and jumped and smashed.

As soon as the door closed, Meng Fu shook his back against the door, and he sighed with a sigh of relief, and the smile in front of him was like a flower.

Those who are heavy in front of the two, she tried to cover up with a smile, but I felt powerless.

Her back rested on the door panel. I don't know the side of the door. Yuan Zhaoyu stood tall and looked at the north of the land, showing a slight sorrow.

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Entering the twelfth lunar month, the Han people are preparing for the New Year, but the monks only regard the worship of the gods as the most important day of the year. The year is very weak. The monks on the street are getting more and more, and the youths are wandering around, and they are naturally energetic. The young people who have nowhere to vent are always filled with gunpowder barrels of explosives. Moreover, there are always frictions in places where there are many people, and there are more fights.

Meng Fu Sha is now also a leisurely youth, biting his fingers and thinking about how to dispose of these energetic and strong man's hormones. In a blink of an eye, he saw the ingots holding a ball and playing. The big ingot is small, and the rolling is not known. Ingots play the ball or play the ingot.

Meng Fu looked at the pain, trying to mix a finger, Yuan Bao adults immediately walked away with the ball, and its recent big aunt came twice a month, and he hated Meng Fu.

Meng Fu was boring, so he had to think about it. Before she came to the World Cup, she was about to start the game. She bet that Argentina won the championship. In fact, it was just a coveted Messi. Hey, now I don’t know which foot is the last one. It will be crucial. A ball hit the runner-up door.

Anyway, no matter which foot, it will not be the stinky foot of the national football... Meng Fu shakes his mind and thinks about it, suddenly jumps up, and immediately calls Yao Xun, and some paintings are compared. Yao Xun is full of fog and water. After a few days, I arranged everything. I arranged a site on the west side of the square. I arranged it according to Meng Fu’s instructions. In the Yi youth, I gathered 22 people and divided them into two teams. Yao Xun’s instructions were in accordance with Meng’s instructions. I chose two **** from the big-headed people who were not in harmony.

The main character of Mengcheng took a horse to speak. The first sentence is: "The Yi people, the first football team of Wuzhou mainland, was established!"

The second sentence is: "After all the lost teams, they will be called 'Chinese Men's!"

The third sentence is: "Please call me in the future, "Chairman of the Intercontinental Football Association of the Five Continents", referred to as: Chairman."

I have to say that President Meng’s idea of ​​playing football is good. I have to say that football is the most popular and popular sport. It must have its own unique charm. At the very least, the most energetic people have finally found the joy of life, with the eldest son of Tamu’s head. Iron became the first "Iron Bulls" and the "Maomu Team" headed by Mugo, the eldest son of Wood, and the whole day, fighting for the dead and the other on the field, and the beautiful and beautiful girl cheerleaders organized by Chairman Meng. The skirts are full of cheers, and the beautiful people will regard the serious game as a beautiful men’s show and gossip seminars, so the handsome and muscular iron is in the limelight, and Tie Cheng and Mu Muha have a match. You have married my baby, I have been jealous of you, and I have been talked about by the Americans for a long time, and I have been commemorated by President Meng to commemorate the words:

"My hand that passes through your shackles, the most gentleness of that pinch..."

Football is in full swing, the team continues to expand, the skills of the two teams are gradually becoming more and more exciting. Meng Fu shakes the venue and starts to watch the tickets for the spectators who can watch the ball and watch the ball, and play gambling and sponsorship. The big fans who are obsessed with football have smashed and smashed. The money has been handed over to several schools, and the Han Chinese children have rushed to study, and they have set up a bridge to build roads and opened several government-run pharmacies.

The days of Yaocheng are fresh and enthusiastic. Under the leadership of the new Mengcheng Lord, the people in the city lived a rich life of their own. The deep days of this mountain did not know the stable days. It was their rare calm and harmony. The enemies of revenge, without the houses that were burned, without the chaotic streetscape, Yaocheng gradually quieted, and forgot the world.

However, as the founder of Yaocheng, Meng Fuyao did not forget to cast his eyes farther. The military newspaper in her palms gradually thickened with the passage of time, and the north-south coalition forces that were suddenly destroyed by the three thousand troops finally pressed. Can not live - the first day of the first month of the first month, Nanxun attacked Dezhou Longcheng, three wars without falling, into a stalemate, the first tenth of the first month, a military unit of Beibei suddenly appeared in the vicinity of Lishui, wanted to be found when crossing the river, sneak attack plan failure.

The successively frustrated squadrons were refused to be outside the army by De Wang. The strange thing is that the two armies have not yet launched a decisive battle. They have always used the brave King of De, this style is extremely stable.

Meng Fu’s general newspaper was stacked into a poker form, slowly playing a dozen, and the look was indulging. The troops from the north and the south were all in the vicinity, and they should be careful about it... Hey, the year passed without knowing it, the New Year’s self. Still recovering from injury, and Yuan Zhaoqi Yuanbao adults gathered around the hot pot and was put down by him. Nothing was found in any year. In any case, Yuanxiao’s reunion and special days have to find a special way to celebrate. ......

I was thinking about my concentration, and suddenly I heard the sound of opening the door. Someone smiled. "Thinking so much."

Meng Fu shakes down the military newspaper and looks back to see Yuan Zhaoxuan leaning against the door. He has no spacious sleeves today, wearing a set of common riding on the continent of Wuzhou. This kind of riding is very similar to modern ones, neat and capable, the sunset Yuan Zhaoxuan shot behind him, sketching his whole body and the line is very charming. It is different from the usual temperament, but it has the same fatal attraction, and Meng Fu’s heart is shaking.

Suddenly there was an idea in this tremor. She threw her newspaper and laughed. "Hey, I think of the celebration of the Lantern Festival this year."

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On the fifteenth day of the first month, the Lantern Festival.

The festivals on the continent of Wuzhou are indeed similar to those of the original world. This makes Meng Fu’s thoughts of “suddenly time and space?”, but today she does not want to think about this problem. Today she is very busy.

She wants to have a dance party that has never been seen in the continent.

In modern times, although she is a workaholic who is exhausted, the college age is generally frivolous and motivated by ordinary students. The archaeology profession is profound and mysterious. After tumbling for a long time in the pile of paper, I will look forward to something bright and bright, so the dance will be opened. Frequently, Meng Fu Sha is one of the activists.

It’s just strange to say that the heroic and free-spirited Meng Fu shakes, but does not like the more agile Latin or tango, but the elegant and elegant, light and elegant waltz, likes to waltz many songs she remembers clearly.

On that day, I saw Yuan Zhaoxi, who was riding in the sunset. She suddenly remembered the waltz. Yuan Zhaoyi’s noble and elegant, graceful, gorgeous, and elegant, isn’t the waltz that dances to the most comfortable place? And he is the best elegant gentleman in the waltz.

What's more, Yuan Zhen is still the birthday of Yuan Zhaoxuan.

On this day, no one naturally told her that her eyes were sharp. When the Japanese yen was handed to the knives, she saw the lettering on the top, and the ingots were excited and mysterious these days. I didn’t know what was going on all day. Eighty percent is also preparing for the birthday ceremony of Yuan Zhaoxuan.

Meng Fu shakes these days and is busy looking for people, choosing venues, making clothing, finding the best musicians, teaching songs, and being too busy. Yuan Zhaoyi has asked several times that she is mysteriously smiling and determined. Close your mouth, hey, tell me secretly, what surprise is it?

The dance was held in the county garden. In advance, Meng Fu shakes the dishes according to the rules of the Western-style cocktail party. On the table of the long table, the bougainvillea filled with porcelain bottles is filled with delicate dishes, silver candle holders. The Chinese candle is high-burned, and the stars are all in front of the garden gate. The garden gate is decorated with flowers. The fragrance is seen outside the triple door. The chef has a white grilled steak on the spot. After three days of practice, it finally looks like a roast. Meng Fuyao supervised the roasting and sneaked away, and prepared to leave the most delicious piece of meat that she had eaten to Yuan Zhaoyu.

She had already informed Yuan Zhaoxuan in advance, and asked him to ride into the night to go to the garden. Yuan Zhaoyu was smiling, and her eyes were quite strange.

As night fell, the aroma of the barbecue and the aroma of the fat powder spread far and wide, and the carefully selected Shuzhong in the city was picked up in twos and threes, wearing a drag skirt that looked "somewhat strange but really beautiful" in their view. The embroidery and the Xia Ying yarn instead of lace, together with the towering chest of the waist and jade arm, created the glamorous and romantic atmosphere before and after the night sky.

However, all this beauty and thoughts are only for the true joy of one person.

Meng Fu’s thoughts on organizing this dance are very simple – not to be confessed, not to ask for anything, but to give him the care and help, only for his recent embarrassment, but it is difficult for her to owe The meaning of repayment.

When I meet myself, Yuan Zhao is not happy? She thinks that he is really happy once, then if one day he really leaves, when he thinks of her, he will not always be stagnation, and there will be some beautiful things worth remembering.

Meng Fu shakes a slight smile, waiting for the arrival of Yuan Zhaozhao, she is still dressed as a man today, but in the elegant room next to the garden, she prepared a skirt and a dance, if Yuan Zhaoyi is willing, she I will teach him a dance, just like the night she did not have time to finish the night of the gods day. "I don't want to learn my own dance, it is very elegant..."

It wasn't her own dance, it was her only favorite entertainment in the world, it was her love, elegant, gorgeous, elegant, exactly the same as Yuan Zhaoqi, waltz.

The woman’s smirk and whispering suddenly stopped, and there was a stunning pumping sound in the crowd. The hot and excited air showed a glimpse of silence.

Meng Fu shook his head, and in front, Yuan Zhaozhen was coming to her.