Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 29: This heart becomes a knot

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"Huh?" Meng Fuyao jumped up abruptly, before he almost jumped to the roof. "I'm back? I'm back? Where is it? It's already here?" She looked around--no Looking for the grandson Wuji, she was going to find a hole to drill, she was afraid of being beaten.

The dark guard was silent for a while and said, "The master is still on the way...no one knows where he is."

"Ah..." Meng Fuyao calmed down immediately, and immediately remembered a very serious question, "Why is he coming back? Why is he coming back? How can he come back now?"

No, the battle on the Eastern Front is not over, the coach left the army and ran into the camp? Long-sun Wou-ki is playing such a trick on national affairs?

She scratched her face, feeling that Changsun Wou-ki didn't seem to be a person who neglected military affairs and made warfare, and why did he come back? This...that...isn't it for me?

Meng Fuyao resolutely refuses to think in that direction—don’t be narcissistic. When you are a stalk, you think that the eldest son Wuji is Edward VIII who loves beauty and does not love Jiangshan? Besides, he was all right, so he ran back to do something.

"It's all the fault of his subordinates..." The dark guard blamed himself, "At the gate of the city that day, I thought Miss Meng and I would both die. As usual, the dark guard would leave clues as much as possible for her companions to follow before he died Suo, I left a mark at the gate of the city that our dark guards could only understand, and then Miss Meng was rescued that day. When I was relieved, I passed out and was carried back to the city for treatment. Miss Meng was not in the city either. The brother who came near by the news saw the mark...and immediately passed the news up in shock...The master received the news and left the Eastern Front Barracks that night..."

Meng Fuyao had a black line on his face and stammered for a while, "What does your mark say."

"All members died in battle, Ms. Meng killed herself..."

Meng Fuyao slammed into the window and frightened the guard. She touched her head and said with tears, "Don't...This is also a spoof..."

"Then you can send a message to tell him not to come back," Meng Fuyao tugged at his hair, "What's going on here, the war on the Eastern Front didn't end immediately, the King of Germany saw that he was going to rebel, he left the barracks at this time , It's over, it's over."

"I contacted immediately after waking up, but our secret guards were in one-line contact. I could only send the news to the Eastern Front Barracks. The news came back saying that the master had left the Eastern Front Barracks overnight and he could walk. Soon, and for safety, no one was notified about the route. The secret guards who remained in the Eastern Front Barracks had not caught up with him. Now they don’t know where the master is."

"The wind in this world is messy..." Meng Fuyao turned his hands around, thinking for a long time and asked, "Will he suddenly run away on the Eastern Front, will it cause riots?"

"The master must have made arrangements, this girl Meng can rest assured." The secret guard whispered, "It's just that the current situation is different. The King of Germany's scouts, eyes and ears, the Red Wind team cast nets everywhere, and the master will suffer Ambush..."

Meng Fuyao heard this sentence, and suddenly there was a flash of light in his mind, and his heart beat violently.

Between electric light and flint, she suddenly understood King De's intention to abandon Yao Cheng!

Not to deal with Yao Cheng, nor to please Liang Rong, but to kill Changsun Wuji!

Collaborating with Gao Luo to cause chaos, caused the grandson Wuji to leave the southern border in a hurry, and then plunge her into a dangerous situation, forcing the grandson Wuji to drive thousands of miles to ride back here alone, and this long road, he has many opportunities to intercept him. Half way!

The King of Germany cannot let the grandson Wuji die in southern Xinjiang. The sphere of influence in southern Xinjiang is now his. The prince’s accident in southern Xinjiang can hardly be blamed. It will be difficult to steal the power in the future. After all, the prestige of Wuji is too high. But if Changsun Wou-ki died anywhere outside of southern Xinjiang, King De could pass the blame on anyone, and even avenge the prince to raise troops immediately!

In this way, he has all the status and righteousness. Coupled with the reputation of loyalty and righteousness accumulated in the past, it is easy to win the world.

As for how King Dek knew her identity and the relationship between the two, Meng Fuyao didn't understand. It is said that Changsun Wuji's confidential work must be very serious. After thinking about it, Meng Fuyao still vaguely felt that something was wrong. These things are complicated enough, but the truth and the overall situation are still hidden in the thick fog, and it seems to be more complicated than it is now.

"It's it, it's it..." Meng Fuyao's scalp was blown out of thought, and he was holding his hair blankly, and walked back very gloomily. She accidentally banged into a hard chest. She covered her hot nose. Scolded, "Ghost? Stand in front of them without a sound!"

"What do you do when you owe people a million taels?" Zhan Beiye's eyes were like black agate dipped in spring water, staring at her brightly, "I haven't seen you so unlucky for me."

"What time is this, you still say these crazy things." Meng Fuyao pushed him away, looked at him and looked at Zong Yue, who turned his head and looked over, although I have some questions in my heart and I want to ask about these politics. The character, hesitated for a moment, or said nothing. In any case, Changsun Wuji leaving the Eastern Front is the top secret of Wuji, and she is not qualified to leak it.

Meng Fuyao continued to entertain those guys casually on his face. During this time, he experienced countless quarrels, satires, and blatant arrows. The Lord Medical Sage and His Royal Highness King Lie used tongue as a spear and eyes as a spear. There were thunder and thunder. Meng Fuyao tried to persuade him a few words at first, but then he became numb. Hey, the man with the poison tongue meets the man with the explosion. They go.

Her headache is Ya Lanzhu, this child is like a puppy, even following her to the bathroom, plausibly said: I want to look at you adulterers and women, Meng Fuyao asks if she knows about adultery What does a woman mean? A noble, innocent, and seemingly mature woman is actually a little princess who is a loli who blinked her eyes and replied, "A man and a woman sleeping together is an adulterer."

Meng Fuyao immediately balanced. Oh, it turns out that her father and queen are also adulterers and adulterers.

In the evening, Meng Fuyao finally kicked Zhan Beiye out of the door. There was Yalanzhu, a character who rang like an alarm clock everywhere, and Zhan Beiye didn’t want to sleep next to her anymore and arranged all three of them. Far away, Meng Fuyao closed the door himself, sat down under the lamp and sighed.

The long-term Sun Wuji unexpectedly rushed back, leaving behind the war on the Eastern Front, leaving behind hundreds of thousands of troops and sneaking back all the way, just because of the **** "Miss Meng", oh buy cake, she will become a sinner.

Meng Fu shook his fingers, staring in a daze under the glowing lights, thinking that the grandson Wuji came back in a hurry, and he couldn't disturb the big camp. There must be a limited number of people around him, but the King of Germany was prepared and guarded halfway. What a gangster? , Landslides, bandits, water thief...

The more I think about it, the more depressed I can’t help but ask Master Yuanbao, who is gnawing at the fruit, "Hey, rat, it is said that you only have one in a hundred years, so what's the magic? Can you predict you? Where is the master now?"

Master Yuanbao gnawed the fruit fiercely, and he didn't even bother to answer this mentally handicapped question. The magic of our family is not for you, a common man.

Meng Fuyao stared at it, and suddenly found that it was dressed up today, and its robe was actually scarlet. The front was opened with huge black pearl buttons, studded with finely colored gems. This mouse has a special suitcase. Every piece of clothing is worth more than the sum of Meng Fuyao's tattered clothes. This one has not been seen before. Did it know that the master is coming back and put it on for the celebration?

Master Yuan Bao looked at her unhesitatingly, and took a few catwalks in front of her even more embarrassingly. Meng Fuyao was furious, picked up the fancy robe and threw the catwalking mouse out.

A ball of flowers flew straight to the door, Master Yuan Bao saw a white figure walking on the opposite side while flying at high speed. He was happy that he was saved, and the figure had already been disgusted and avoided, and Master Yuan Bao slapped it on the door. Sliding down slowly...

Naturally, Zong Yue came in. He stood at the door, his clothes as pure as snow and the darkness of night were incompatible and harmonious.

Meng Fuyao looked at him bitterly and said, "I have taken medicine, you don't need to guard it yourself..."

Zong Yue ignored her and only said, "I have something for you."

He took out a small bag from his arms and spread it out. Inside were a transfer order, an appointment order, a key, and a token with the word "food" engraved on it.

Meng Fuyao turned over those things, his eyes lit up, "This is the official seal of the grain transport officer of the Wuling Grain Depot of the King of Germany, where did you come from?"

"When I came back, I passed by the Wuling Grain Depot. Tang Jian, the new grain transport officer of the Grain Depot, treated me badly. I took these things easily. If it was not inconvenient, I would kill him at that time."

"...Are you a doctor?" Meng Fuyao murmured, "Are you killing more people than saving people?"

Zong Yue raised his eyes to look at her, stretched out his hand, "Return me."

Meng Fuyao took the burden away and said with a smile, "This is easy to handle. I need an identity mixed into the German army. There is nothing better than the grain transport officer. The grain transport officer does not serve in the big account. There are few people, but they are pinching the lifeline of the munitions."

She made a pinch gesture and thought viciously in the bottom of her heart that the old lady caused trouble and caused the grandson Wuji to rush back. Now she can’t contact him or help him. The only thing that can be done is to draw a salary from the bottom and pinch the black hand behind the scenes. Up.

Changing the king to death and cutting off the black hand behind the scenes, the grandson Wuji is naturally safe.

She took the baggage away, and said, "Let's go."

"Huh?"

"Let's kill people."

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Tang Jian, the grain transport officer of Wuling Grain Depot, twenty miles away from Suishui, and his subordinates suffered a speechless interception tonight.

Tang Jian, the grain transport officer, accidentally lost his official certificate and the key to the grain store during the day. He was so anxious that he mobilized the whole grain store to be looking for him. He brought an adjutant and two small servants with him. Touching his **** inch by inch on the ground.

The young man touched, and suddenly touched a pair of boots.

He raised his head in shock, a white light flashed in front of him, and then a red ribbon of blood floated past his eyes. He subconsciously reached out and caught a hot hand.

Someone came over and slapped his hand severely, "If you want to die, touch him."

I can still hear a crisp voice, "You are a sand pig!"

This was his last consciousness when he fell.

……

When Xiao Si fell, Tang Jian fumbled behind the screen, and when he heard the strange noise, he straightened up, and saw a pair of dark eyes suddenly drifting past him.

Then he felt warm and cold in his heart.

When Tang Jian fell, he heard someone faintly saying behind him, "The prince kills like a chicken, and the blood is blooming all over the place. It's a good technique."

The black-eyed man stepped heavily on it. He heard a chuckle in his chest. He didn't know what it was exploding. Then he finally heard the man's deep and hard voice.

"This king, Mr. Killing, you must be simple and neat, like killing a pig."

……

The adjutant of the grain depot heard the blasting sound. This man was shrewd and ran out without raising his head. There was an extra corner of snow in front of him.

Then he saw that his hand suddenly turned blue, as blue as the weird moonlight hung over midnight, then his whole body became stiff, and then he fell straight down.

"Mr. Zong's murder is indeed everyone's demeanor, everyone is like you, shaped like a zombie."

"You are welcome," the adjutant's last fuzzy eyes were the corners of the snow fluttering clothes, and the voice was as light as the midnight wind.

"It is more elegant than the prince's temperament like a bear."

……

The last young man, smelled the blood in the room, heard the people talking and laughing, and seemed to be still fighting, killing three people in a blink of an eye, opening his mouth to shout, and suddenly a fancy figure hung over his head.

The man brushed past him, a snow-colored arc between his elbows, and the arc flashed across his throat like electricity, pulling his throat away, and muttering as he pulled, "Kill one more, I have to watch them. To the adulterer and the adulteress."

The sound is crisp, fast and bright, like a rattle made of jade.

……

There are four corpses in a room, and four people looking at each other are standing next to them.

Meng Fu shook his face with black lines, and glanced at Zongyue Yalan Zhu, holding his head, "...Please, I want to lurch, not to travel, so many people will show up. "

"It would be great if I approved you to come." Zhan Beiye glared at her, "Your injury is not healed! How can I not look at it?"

Zong Yue said calmly, "I am a doctor, and I should follow my patients."

Ya Lanzhu flicked her pigtail, "I have to look at you adulterers and women."

Meng Fuyao was speechless, with a wailing expression on his face. Zong Yue had already closed the window, destroyed the corpses of the four people, and set about making human skin masks.

At present, the four people refused to leave for whatever reason. Arranzhu even came over and killed one more. They had to distribute them according to their size. Tang Jian was originally a thin man, Meng Fuyao and Arranzhu. He was rushing to act and fought against it. Finally, Meng Fuyao pointed to his nose and said, "My old lady was forced to sue herself, don't you want to avenge my old lady?" Zhan Beiye felt distressed as soon as he heard that, Ya Lanzhu Carrying aside, she had no choice but to be wronged.

Among the remaining lieutenants and young servants, Zhan Beiye and Zong Yue almost fought again, Zong Yue said, "The young servant has two eyebrows and narrow eyebrows. It is very similar to the style of the prince."

Zhan Beiye sneered and replied, "This king thinks that the young servant has a wretched temperament, a wicked eyebrow, and Mr. Zong's demeanor, and they complement each other."

In the end, Meng Fuyao was furious and jumped onto the table and pointed, "Please, Lord Zhan, you can see clearly, that little servant is stronger and his waist thicker than Zong!"

The Lord Zhan had to be a small servant. During the refitting process, his eyes were gloomy and he muttered to himself. Ya Lanzhu leaned closer and heard him viciously saying, "A man with a thin waist, don't lift it!"

So Ya Lanzhu was very pure and asked Zong Yue, "He said you don't lift it, hello, what does it mean not to lift?"

……

Meng Fuyao's face was full of black lines... sadly foreseeing the dark future afterwards.

After the four people were refitted, they stood in the house and took a look at each of them. The Meng Fuyao version of the grain transport officer Tang Jian, the Zong Yue version of the adjutant, the Zhan Beiye and Yalanzhu version of the small servant, all in full disguise.

It’s also a coincidence that the former grain depot's grain officer was appointed by the Wuji court, so Wang Dewang naturally wants to change his own person, and this grain transport officer Tang Jian is a distant relative of an in-law of Dewang, the most speculative. I rushed to this place from Zhongzhou. Just a few days after he was transferred, the people who knew him most were the adjutant and two servants he brought. Now the four masters and servants have been killed together, all of which have been lost, so you are not afraid of being up and down by this grain store. aware.

No matter how chaotic, the huge version of the four-person lurking is finally staged. Meng Fuyao squatted on the ground and was very sad. Hey, I have seen a spy, I have never seen a spy with a doctor friend and a friend’s suitor...

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"Quickly transport this batch of grain and grass from Huazhou, and it will arrive before dark." Meng Fuyao, wearing the official robes of the grain transport officer, stood on the steps and yelled.

It has been several days since she faked the grain transport officer. Those grain depot soldiers were not familiar with the chief officer and showed no flaws. Meng Fuyao was very comfortable and waited for King De to do anything to yawn him.

She wrote about the whereabouts of the city lord of Yao City, and now she wrote on her resignation letter and handed over the desk of King De. After this catastrophe, the city lord Meng was frustrated and begged to go. He no longer became the city lord of Yao. Please choose another talent.

The Black Wind Cavalry who fought in the Northern Wilderness also shattered into pieces and disappeared into the vast mountains of southern Xinjiang.

Wang Dewang has been very busy lately, and he can't find much energy to pay attention to this crowned city lord. He wants to raise troops and intercept and kill the grandson Wuji. Although it is a pity that Meng Fu ran away, he was beyond reach.

The sun is not very good today, it is gloomy and rainy, and the air pressure is very low. Zong Yue ordered Meng Fuyao to wear a thicker body to maintain his injured body. After sending a batch of rations, he was sweating and was about to go to rest. , But I heard a fast horse galloping forward. When I looked up, it was a messenger from Suishui Camp. Others were on the horse, constantly waving their whips, and shouting from far away, "Quick, quick, Wuling grain depot returns How much grain do you have? Load the truck first and send it up quickly! The army is about to start!"

Meng Fuyao was startled, raised his eyes and asked, "It wasn't that a batch was just sent. I didn't hear that the army was going to pull out. Are you going to fight two battles?"

The man hurriedly said, "No, it's just the news that Wanzhou Guangwang conspired, and the prince was killed in Wanzhou. His Royal Highness raised the army and sent the general Yang Mi to Wanzhou in advance..."

Meng Fuyao heard nothing afterwards.

The surrounding area suddenly fell silent, and there was no sound of silence. All the movements slowed down, only seeing the opposite mouth opening and closing, seeing drops of sweat falling, seeing the horse coming and tearing She broke her original calm vision and saw the grain truck rolling over her consciousness... All the scenery slowly faded, only two words kept roaring.

Distressed, Distressed, Distressed, Distressed...

Meng Fuyao stood there, the grain store key in his hand fell from the palm of the stiff wood, and it fell to the ground crisply and alarmingly when he saw it. Suddenly someone stepped forward and lifted her with a elbow. His hand happened to catch the key, and then the humane said, "Yes, please follow the order of the king, come here, and then open the warehouse——"

The last few words dragged on for a long time, Shengsheng awakened Meng Fuyao, Meng Fuyao raised his eyes and met Zong Yue's eyes.

The eyes were clear and calm, with a bit of natural light and cleanness. Those eyes were quietly covered, and Meng Fuyao's chaotic heart suddenly became silent, as if a cluster of fearful fire was immersed in it. After the deep water, he got a short relief.

Someone behind her pulled her shoulders, and another thick voice smiled, "My lord, you're tired, and you will rest later." Half-armed her and walked backwards, steady and calm, but he was fighting Beiye .

Meng Fuyao squeezed his palm gratefully, took a breath, shook his head, turned around, changed his smile when he turned, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "Brother, look at the weather. It’s really uncomfortable to have to rain without raining. I’ll arrange for someone to open the library. By the way, didn’t the prince heard about fighting against Gao Luo on the Eastern Front? Why... was killed?"

"I only vaguely heard about this." The young soldier did not know the inside story of the King De's uprising, and was full of mourning for his beloved Prince. "I heard it was the King of Wanzhou who made a false report on his military affairs and deceived the Prince to visit Wanzhou. , And then when the Prince passed through the natural dangers of Huya Mountain in Wanzhou, he blew up the cliff with thousands of catties of explosives. The place in Huya Valley was only allowed to walk alone, and the cliff was destroyed, and the prince..."

He lowered his eyes and finished speaking, and then turned away hurriedly. Meng Fuyao watched the figure that brought the sad news gradually disappear from the horizon, and the hope in his heart, like the smaller and smaller shadow, gradually disappeared.

There are places, people, the route is right, and the words are so clear and affirmative... Just now, I was determined not to believe it, but at this moment, she was forced to be afraid, and Meng Fuyao slowly Clenched palm, wet and cold in palm, sweat in one hand.

No, no, no, no... what kind of person is the grandson Wuji, he won't die when the whole world is killed by him, how could he die so easily?

Why not? Another voice clamored in her heart-he was driving thousands of miles, he was anxious, he took very few guards, and based on time, he was able to reach Wanzhou at this moment, indicating that he was on the road day and night, anxious, anxious, and lack of manpower. , He didn't have time to explore the way in advance to close the defense step by step, and the thousand catties of explosives that had been ambushed on the cliffs for many days, why couldn't he be the killer? No matter how powerful he is, then clever, and then strategizing, after all, he is a mortal, not a vajra!

Meng Fuyao stood there, and two thoughts twisted herself into twists, twisted into two painful halves. Something was being twisted to pieces, and she shook her hands and couldn't pick it up.

Suddenly there was an electric light flashing like a snake on the horizon, and then there was a bang, and a thunderstorm struck down in an amazing manner. The haze in the sky was split into black flocks, chased by a sudden gust of wind, and the sky was chased. Between the black and jet-blue clouds, there was cold rain, crackling down.

The raindrops are as big as beads, continuous into a flag, and life is painful. In an instant, it fell into a pouring rain. Meng Fuyao stood in the rain and did not escape, thinking vaguely in his heart. The legend is that the emperor should be born and fallen There must be something abnormal. Now that there is thunder in February, will it, will it...

The heavy rain instantly drenched her all over her body. Meng Fu shook her head up. The raindrops made her eyes terribly painful, but the pain did not seem to be painful. In fact, she felt that she did not hurt anywhere, just a little bit numbness.

She stood up in the rain with her wet body, her wet black hair sticking to her forehead, and the rain ran into a stream on her face.

The black-clothed man under the eaves of the corridor wanted to rush over, but was stopped by the silent white-clothed man. The two looked at each other, and they had a rare tacit understanding. They stood under the eaves, silently not disturbing Meng Fuyao's heart at this moment. hemp.

Long long time later, Meng Fuyao suddenly raised his fingers and pointed at the sky fiercely.

Open your mouth and curse:

"Fuck! You! Mom!"

With a loud roar, the soldiers and soldiers who were transporting grain in the rain jumped together. They all turned to look at their grain transport officer in amazement. Meng Fuyao had turned his head and wiped the rain on his face, grinning at the soldiers. Smile:

"Damn, the thunder-breaking weather this February!"

The soldiers smiled relievedly, and went to work on their own. Meng Fuyao put down his hands blankly, not knowing what he should do now, and someone behind him gently held her shoulder and said, "It's raining...Be careful... …"

Meng Fuyao lowered his eyelashes, walked obediently towards the courtyard, and entered Ya Lanzhu. Then, apart from anything else, she took her to change clothes. Meng Fuyao stood in the bathroom in a daze, letting this wispy little one who won’t wait for others. Princess, wiped her blush with a dry cloth, and changed her dry clothes. After the change, she felt that she had nothing to do and sat down on the toilet.

She sat on the toilet blankly, thinking desperately, thinking about all the possibilities and impossibility, thinking about all the possibilities and impossibility, her mind was dizzy, her eyes were dizzy, Ya Lanzhu stared at her, staring at her for a long time but her eyes were red. As soon as the curtain was lifted, he stomped the two men waiting outside and said, "I don't care, that virtue is uncomfortable."

Zhan Beiye was silent, he let out a long breath, and cursed in a low voice.

Zong Yue said, "Congratulations, your Excellency can take advantage of the emptiness this time."

"Fart!" Zhan Beiye bursts out, "Can you say something human?"

Zong Yue smiled coldly, but suddenly raised his voice and said, "I think you all need to pour in the rain again. The information from King De is reliable? Can his news be heard? That's it. A few nonsense, just crying and crying to death and alive?"

Zhan Beiye heard harshly and cursed, "Which eye do you see her crying and crying to die to live?" Strode over, and tore down the toilet curtain, regardless of the philosophical thinking of Meng on the toilet. Fuyao took it out and swayed for a while, "Hey, why are you staying, wake up, it's not that bad, the grandson Wuji is so sluggish, no matter where he can die, I cursed him for twenty-five years, he has been Lively..."

"Pooh, you will curse people from your mother's womb?" Meng Fu slapped him away, "Get out, don't affect my squat."

When she scolded someone here, joy flashed in Zhan Beiye’s eyes. The joy was mixed in the faint bitterness, and there was a kind of contradictory pain. Zong Yue’s expression was still, but there was a relaxed look in his eyes. Meng Fuyao went straight to it. In front of him, said, "You have a dedicated news network, you should have some news, what did you say?"

Zong Yue pondered, Meng Fuyao looked straight into his eyes and said calmly, "I want to listen to the truth."

"The whereabouts of Changsun Wuji has always been a mystery," Zong Yue said frankly, "I didn't have much news before. The news I just received was similar to this. Huyagou did collapse on the cliff, and the body was indeed found. His royal mark found that his horse, because the landslide was so severe, all the flesh and blood was smashed together...So no one has actually seen his body."

Meng Fuyao closed his eyes, opened them for a while, and said, "That's it."

She stared in the direction of Wanzhou and said in a low voice, "I thought about it, he won't die so easily, no! So I'm here to do what I should do, and then, wait."

etc.

Wait for the dust of life and death to settle, wait for the truth of fate to be revealed, wait for everyone in this road to end or continue in the future.

Waiting for your return.

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On February 14th of the 16th year of Wuji Zhengning, Wuji's prince who was supposed to preside over the war against Gaoluo on the east coast of the Wuji Kingdom suddenly found his way in the Huyagou outside the city of Wuji Wanzhou, which was close to the south. The inland city of Xinjiang is two hundred miles away from King Dewang Camp in southern Xinjiang, and one hundred and seventy miles away from Yaocheng, a city on the border between the inland and southern Xinjiang.

The news broke that the continents of Wuzhou were shocked. Speculation, surprise, wait and see, wait, those whispers that wandered around the borders of various countries, turned into a gale sweeping across the world, and gradually gathered over the sky.

On February 15th, King De, who was stationed in the southern Xinjiang camp, hurriedly negotiated peace with the two armies. He recruited soldiers there and expanded his force to 300,000. Then he raised the "Righteous Flag" and sent his confidant General Yang Mi as the vanguard. During the dispatch of troops to Wanzhou, the King of Germany announced to the world that the prince was killed by evil and was a minister of mankind. He would definitely cut the thief who murdered the master and rebel under the sword. He would not be cut off, and he would not return it!

Everyone in the world praised King Gaoyi, but there were some clear-minded scholars and literati who wrote articles to ridicule him, claiming that King De "definitely seize the supreme throne of Wuji under his hips. If you do not sit here, you will not return it."

However, no matter what the world thinks, King De's uprising continued vigorously. Pioneer Yang Mi quickly broke through Wanzhou and did not stay in Wanzhou. Instead, he continued to advance toward the capital on the grounds of "Pure King's side, civilians angry".

At this time, the King of Germany's ambition is obvious. Just as Meng Fuyao guessed, the famous teacher, the banner of justice, is the rebellion that has always been unpopular in the Promise Kingdom, and he is actually about to succeed.

It's just about to succeed.

De Wang, who is heading towards the capital with all his heart and dreaming of the emperor’s sweet dreams, will not know that behind him, there is a figure of a woman who is watching his steps coldly, waiting for a bite behind him at any time, biting through A fatal hole comes.

On February 24, when Pioneer Yang Mi was about to enter the capital, he fought a secret order from the North Field. The black wind rider concealed in the mountains of southern Xinjiang dispatched early, disguised as refugees from the capital, and appeared in the newly inland. Before King Germany's vision, the "refugees" cried and heard King Germany's fear-Yang Mi burned and looted in the capital, seized the palace, searched for the jade seal, and deliberately sought to take the position!

The King of Germany was anxious, and sent letters to Yang Mi to urge him to ask, but all the military orders fell to the sea--all the informants were gathered by Zong Yue to intercept and destroy the letter halfway, and the King of Germany, who could not get Yang Mi’s reply, was even more anxious. The whole army was ordered to hurry up day and night. The weather in February was extremely bad, the inland areas were still snowing, and the roads were muddy and wet. Soldiers from southern Xinjiang were not adapted to the inland climate, and many of them died of freezing illnesses, complaining. The soldiers were so angry that King De hurriedly ordered Wuling Grain Depot to speed up the transportation of grain and grass. At this time of arduous march, there is no guarantee of sufficient grain and grass. I am afraid that there will be mutiny immediately.

Of course, the grain and grass were not delivered in time.

The "Grain Transport Officer Tang Lord" sue Shi Shiran to King De, because the supply line is too long and there are many thieves on the road, and the grain cannot be transported there. Please be sure to give a few more days of grace, while continuing to the subordinates in the name of King De The counties urged grain and confiscated husbands, and ransacked the counties in southern Xinjiang, causing popular grievances and complaints.

February 27.

Guixian County, Pingzhou.

Meng Fuyao, picking his teeth, squatted on a grain stack, swaying his arms and shouting, "The King of Germany fights, come here to collect grain——"

Before the voice was over, someone spat, "Received again! Only a month, three times, still let people live!"

Some people smashed out the empty rice sack in anger, and more people used rakes and hoes, spitting anger in their eyes, and yelling at Meng Fuyao. This is the third time Meng Fuyao has come this month. The people who had been squeezed out of the rations, the last bit of rice in the stock, couldn't bear it. They used their weapons indiscriminately, but they didn't know what to do.

So "the flustered grain transport officer Tang sir" shouted, "Don't hit me! Don't hit me! This is the order of King De! There are many brothers in the rebel army, and they have a big appetite and need more food. This It is also for the overall consideration..."

The crowd roared before the words were finished.

"Why should we eat the food we have grown so hard for the Rong people!"

"Their soldiers eat our food, let's go to their house to fetch food!"

"Go!"

The crowd was roaring and surging, rushing out of the village in batches, towards Rongzhai.

In several other places, the "grain transport adjutant" and "Tang Daren's assistant" in charge of the grain collection also said the same thing and did the same thing. More people rushed out and held the farmer's weapon. Walking on the road in the country, from the small road to the road, gather with more people and rush to Rongzhai.

Behind the crowd, Meng Fuyao, who was still flinging away just now, stood still slowly.

She looked cold and firm, and her eyes were burning with a hot fire. The fire was steel, purgatory, hatred and determination, and she was determined to throw all the tiger wolf down and bite to death. .

The soldiers in the army of the King of Germany are already declining soldiers, and the anger of the people in the counties has been provoked. Under her provocation, the people invaded Rongzhai and snatched food, no matter what kind of loss it might cause. The soldiers of the German King’s army who were already overwhelmed by hunger and were about to knock them down, once heard that their homes were invaded, their wives and children were bullied, and their food was robbed, how could they still fight for your German King with peace of mind?

A small food transport officer, after a war game, makes your soldiers scattered like a stream and defeated like a mountain.

Meng Fuyao was silent, pursed his lips, and raised his head.

Her gaze fell in the direction of the distant Wanzhou.

For so many days, she has been waiting, every second, every minute, every moment, every moment, twelve hours a day, she was waiting anxiously and turned into fragments, fragments of skin splitting In Lingchi, her heart sinks every time time passes. Those who wish to be cruelly harvested by time cannot be retained. Every night she falls asleep with hope, praying to see someone fluttering when she wakes up the next day Fei leaned over to look at her gracefully, smiled and said to her, "Fuyao you are not obedient", she has already figured out how to answer herself, she will say, "You bastard, you scare me to death." He slapped him, maybe he was going to punch it back? Then beat him up.

However, these well-conceived bridge sections are always in use. Every morning, she wakes up and waits quietly. If there is no movement, she would close her eyes and fumble around her, her palms in the smooth bedding. Touching the past little by little, the tentacles are cold...Never touch the warmth expected.

For so many days, the King of Germany has also begun to rebel, and the puss he wants to squeeze out finally...

Meng Fuyao is leaning against a tree, that tree is at the end of the road, standing alone at the entrance of the village, with a crimson sunset hung on it, the trunk is thin, but she is thinner than the trunk. In the light golden and broken red clouds, it hangs like a falling leaf.

She looked in that direction, and her eyes flashed with broken rocks, messy clothes, and fuzzy flesh and blood. Her fingertips were tightly clasped with a bright yellow sleeve, which was ordered to find out after the battle of Beiye. Yes, she was holding it so tightly, as if she was about to hold out a little hope from the sleeve.

She looked in that direction so attentively, she didn't notice any further, the black figure who stared silently at her, the brows were stained with dew.

She was just thinking:

Wuji, I have done what I want to do for you, I have been waiting for you, waiting for the news of your safety.

Why are you not coming back?