Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 15: Crowd Alone + Enter V Announcement

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Meng Fu was leaning on the outer wall of Jianwu General's Mansion, his face full of depression and irritability.

The first reason for the irritability: It seems that someone is really angry, and she patted her **** and walked like this after stuffing her with a mouthful of fish meat. Even Master Yuan Bao deliberately peeed at her to show contempt when she left. .

The second reason for the irritability: It has been three days since Qiaoling married into the general mansion. She deliberately ignored this girl who was dedicated to climbing the dragon and the phoenix. She thought that maybe Guo Pingrong would be an exception to her, so why bother herself? Besides, Guo Pingrong has taken precautions, and thinking about any action will only be a self-rejection, and he will not be so stupid. Who knows that today I happened to meet a few women who went shopping outside the General Mansion. From their talks, I learned about the tragic recent situation of the new aunt in the General Mansion. After listening, Meng Fuyao stunned and drew circles around the corner for a long time, and finally sighed. I got angry and made some preparations, and before midnight tonight, he lay on the eaves of Guo's inner hall.

The night breeze blows from the corner of the eaves, and it is about to enter the twelfth lunar month. The sky is like snow in the late night. The hard-working Meng Fuyao does not have the enjoyment of the red clay small stove and the green ant glutinous wine. People are cold on the heights and sinking on all sides. The wind turned around with the sensation of snow, and Meng Fuyao had been lying down for a long time, and even a layer of pale frost formed on his eyelashes.

However, her eyes were as bright as stars in the dark, with diamond-like light shining, without fatigue and timidity, and even a little excited.

Underneath, under the eaves, there was a faintly faint sound. Although the voice was low, it had extremely powerful penetrating power in this quiet cold night. It was the woman's mourning and crying, and the man's emotional gasp , The window paper of the light red shade screen, vaguely reflected the intertwined silhouettes of men and women, vague but ambiguous, you can imagine the indoor stove raging, warm like spring, the brocade and jade tents are being turned over by the red waves, those touching Her body skin, mixed sweat, greasy rouge and the slight smell of body fluids all turned into a turbulent and lingering rhythm, disrupting the originally calm pulse of the night.

The people in the room turned upside down all night long. Meng Fuyao listened to the wall and listened to the wall with great joy. Anyway, she wore thick clothes. Zong Yue gave her a close-fitting thin fur a few days ago. But it was extremely light and warm, but there was a faint smell of medicine on the collar, but everything that the medical sage Zong took out was a bit of medicine, and Meng Fuyao didn't care.

In the middle of the night, there was a sudden heavy snowfall, and plum-like snow flakes could not help falling from the dark sky. Not long after, a layer of snow fell on the person lying on the roof, which looked like a snow-cast sculpture from a distance. .

At four shifts, when the door of the lower house rang, Guo Pingrong opened the door again. The guards waiting in the corridor immediately greeted him, handed him the oil coat and opened the umbrella, and protected him all the way.

Looking at the few lines of footprints on the snow that went away, and silence gradually returned to all sides, Meng Fuyao lifted up a few tiles, and a snow fell from the roof.

As soon as she landed, she shook the snow, and smiled at Qiaoling who was crying on the couch, "I'm here again."

Qiao Ling suddenly raised her head, staring at her with tears, Meng Fuyao shrugged and said, "Last time I was bad luck, I ran into you and the man was in your room ahead of the bridal night, this time I looked at him I'm gone, shall we meet again?"

Qiao Ling stood up and looked at her in a daze. For a long while, tears flowed down like a waterfall.

Meng Fuyao sighed and didn't want to say anything. With sharp eyes, Qiao Ling saw the horrible bruises and scars all over her body. You can imagine what it would be like under the quilt. Miserable.

Meng Fuyao didn't come forward immediately. Instead, he walked to the dressing table, took a photo with the brass mirror, put the mirror back, and smiled, "This snow made my face all wet." He took a handkerchief on the table and wiped his face and neck.

After wiping her face, she turned around, walked to Qiao Ling, opened her quilt, looked down at her lower body, took a breath, then turned her eyes away, took the cloak and put it on her, facing her back Squat down.

Cleverly holding the cloak blankly, not knowing what to do, Meng Fuyao said impatiently, "You don't want to leave yet, do you?"

On the opposite side, the angle of the brass mirror on the dressing table was adjusted when Meng Fuyao put it down, and the clever spirit behind her was reflected, her panic looks very real.

Meng Fuyao looked in the mirror—she was not a fool, a person who wandered around the world for many years. Never show her back to others is a belief that will never be violated, even if the people behind have no martial arts.

Tonight, knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, Meng Fuyao walked towards the mountains. If he was so stupid to save people, he would be too shameless. Yuan Zhaoxu knew that and would despise her.

Qiao Ling finally got on her back timidly, sniffed, and said in a low voice, "Brother Meng...I was wrong..."

"Who in this world hasn't missed it? It doesn't matter as long as there is a chance to make up." Meng Fuyao carried her back and tied her tightly to his back with a silk ribbon.

Qiaoling's tears wet her clothes on her back a little bit, and her voice is low and choked, "He is not a human... He is not a human..."

Meng Fuyao was silent, with a sorrowful sadness in her heart. She was a little defensive against Qiaoling, ready to pull away at any time, but when she saw her so badly injured, she suddenly understood that this girl had suffered irreparable damage. She sighed, patted Qiao Ling’s back, and said, "You have been here for a few days, are you familiar with the road?"

Qiao Ling shook his head and said with tears, "I have been locked in the house."

Meng Fuyao let out an "um" and was about to go the same way. Suddenly heard Qiao Ling said, "...but I heard from my wife who served me mentioned that the General Mansion is not much guarded because the general itself is a master. It seems that there are more guards in the southern section of the festival hall, and there are very few people living in the Xiyuan in the west. It is said that there is a back door and you can go out directly."

"Why did they tell you this?" Meng Fu shook his head to look at her.

Qiao Ling whimpered, "I don't know... but they look at me with pity... Meng Xiaoer, I am... looking forward to your coming..."

Meng Fuyao let out another "um" and suddenly said, "I heard on the street today that General Guo once said that as long as anyone can beat him, he can make any request he can do."

Without waiting for Qiaoling's answer, she suddenly pointed to Qiaoling's soft numb point, kicked the fly door, dragged a chair and jumped up, yelling, "Guo Pingrong, come out, you and me!"

"Flap! Pop! Pop!"

Sudden applause broke out in the dark, Guo Pingrong turned from a corner of the gallery and sneered, "Okay, good ears, I know that I haven't gone far, so courageous, I want to single out with me."

Meng Fuyao laughed and said, "You have been waiting for me for a long time, why are you willing to leave? As long as I go out, I will be attacked by you immediately. After all, how many people can take off your pants in this world, you naturally Want to entertain me well."

Guo Pingrong’s expression changed. He always had an arrogance and arrogance, and he must report. That day, in front of the guards, Meng Fuyao calculated to take off his pants. It was a great shame he had never had in his life. It aroused his anger even more.

"I guess it's you, it's not bad!" Guo Pingrong took a deep breath, and Guo Pingrong's complexion was like iron, and he lifted his robe, like a flying star, and rushed forward!

Meng Fuyao lifted his foot and kicked the chair under his feet. The chair was fierce, spinning and flying towards Guo Pingrong. Guo Pingrong smashed the chair into countless pieces. Meng Fuyao had already jumped out of the window at this moment. .

I jumped out of the window and saw a team of guards suddenly rushing out of all sides. The front team knelt together, and their longbows and arrows were aimed at the two of them. Meng Fuyao suddenly stumbled and fell into a panic. Called, "So many people?"

Following her fall, a burden suddenly rolled out of her arms, the burden spread, and a gold pearl rolled out and rolled to the feet of the guards. Meng Fuyao screamed in more panic, and put his hands together to chase. , "This is what I rely on for the rest of my life, don't touch it!"

The golden light is brilliant, the pearls are round and round, shining in the dark snow, the guards with bows look at this thing, their eyes are bright.

They have a month’s worth of silver, but only five taels of silver. Now the burden of this boy’s arms is rolling down, but it is a huge fortune. They don’t know what Meng Fuyao is here to do, but it seems to save this new man. My aunts eloped together. I don't know from which house the treasure was stolen from this burden. If I don't pick it at this time, when will I wait?

At this time Guo Pingrong has rushed to him, his attention is all on Meng Fuyao, and he didn't see the gold and silver on the ground, he shouted sharply, "What are you hesitating? Shoot me, shoot her in the end!"

The guards were still staring at the ground. They stared at each other guardingly. A thin guard hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't stand the golden temptation. At the moment he raised his bow, his fingers quietly curled up and grabbed his hand tightly. An ingot of gold.

He couldn't bear this action anymore, and they picked up the jewelry on the ground.

At this time, Guo Pingrong saw the jewels in their hands, his face changed drastically, and he shouted, "Let it down!"

"Puff!"

A very light breaking sound rang in the snowy night, not much louder than Luo Xue's voice, but everyone's expressions changed in an instant.

The sound came from the guard who picked up the gold first, and he grasped it too tightly in excitement, and the "gold" was broken in his palm.

"Ha!"

A burst of black water spurted out of the shattered gold, splashing out in a thrilling arc of life in the hazy snow.

"Ah!"

The guard and a few guards around him were immediately splashed with black water, and the thing sizzled on fire, instantly burning away the clothes and burning the skin. Several people screamed and fell down, those black skins When it touched the ground, the skin immediately opened and fleshy, and the ground dragged **** marks.

At the same time, more people who picked jewelry screamed and rolled into a ball on the ground. Guo Pingrong was so angry that he saw Meng Fuyao sneer and rush past like a wind. Her voice was in the snowy night. Leaping like beads, knocking the coldness and silence of the night.

"Gold is priceless, poisonous and priceless. Get one gift and one don’t suffer! Who can avoid being greedy? You are a fool! General Guo, your salary for your employees seems to be too low, otherwise How come I rush to pick this poisonous gold? Haha."

Her figure swayed in front of a tree, but did not run, shaking her legs in place, looking at Guo Pingrong with her **** provocatively.

Guo Pingrong let out a low cry, the iron-colored robe rolled into a solid iron plate in the snow, sweeping the space in front of him with a single brush, Meng Fuyao watched him approach in an instant, and ran away.

Guo Pingrong chased to the tree, and when he looked up, he saw that there was a painting on the tree. The insignificant man in brocade was standing on a high wall with a bow, his upper body was luxurious, his lower body trousers fell to his ankles. Two shiny long-haired coiled legs are exposed.

Just looking at it, Guo Pingrong felt dizzy in his head, his blood rushed into his chest, and his eyes became black with anger, and then he burst out with a roar.

The roar shook the night, but even the smile on Meng Fuyao's face was not alarmed. You must slap someone in the face, and you must expose the scars when you swear--Meng Fuyao's life motto.

Guo Pingrong stared at the humiliating painting and couldn't restrain his anger anymore. He stretched out his hand fiercely, fisted like a tiger, and smashed the painting with one punch.

"Boom!"

The sky burst suddenly, and a cloud of black smoke mixed with firelight exploded from the tree. The black smoke instantly enveloped Guo Pingrong’s arm, engulfing the blown up paper and flesh and blood, flying around the tree. Zhou's people were shrouded in a black and gray smoke.

Guo Pingrong's painful cry almost broke the silent snowy night, and the wild dog barked in the distance.

There was a fireball hidden under the painting just now. Guo Pingrong was so irritated that he punched out. The fireball immediately exploded, wounding his hand.

Meng Fuyao's serial poison plan has succeeded: the poisonous ingot kills the guards—attracts Guo Pingrong's attention—takes the opportunity to paste the wretched propaganda poster with fireballs hidden on the tree—Guo Pingrong is angry when he sees the painting—puts a punch Destroy the painting-the fireball exploded.

The moment the fireball exploded, Meng Fuyao didn't stop, laughed and compared his middle finger, carrying Qiaoling all the way to the west, and went straight to the West Garden where the people lived.

The oncoming snow particles pounced on the face coldly, stimulating the eyebrows and refreshing, Meng Fuyao ran faster and faster with a person on his back, the wind swept the house, and the screaming smoke and flesh and blood were far away Left behind.

Some scattered houses appeared in front of him. Meng Fuyao looked around and saw that a section of the fence behind a courtyard seemed to be different. It looked like there was a small door. She raised her leg and ran straight over without hesitation.

The courtyard was unguarded. It was empty on all sides, and a series of steps stretched up. The hall at the end was vaguely black and deep, like a big mouth. At the end of the hall, there was a plaque faintly shining, but because of the separation Far away, can't see the words on the plaque.

Meng Fuyao narrowed his eyes, walked slowly, and said, "What is this place? It doesn't look like a living room..."

Before the voice fell, there was a sudden numbness behind the ears, and then the blood all over the body seemed to flow slowly and stagnantly, and the consciousness was blurred, and the snow flakes all over the sky were rotating and magnifying, such as Pressed down like a rock.

At this moment, the voice sounded a little far away, as if listening to someone speaking after three layers of cowhide, vaguely heard a clever cry.

Weeping with panic, guilt, helplessness, and sorrow.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...The general promised me that as long as he captures you, he will treat me well...My life...I beg you!"

There was a further voice floating over, with murderous, proud, cold and licentious, it was Guo Pingrong's voice.

"If you dare to trespass into the General's Mansion Festival Hall, you have to report to the prince, and the whole family will be all over the house!"

Then he paused for a while, and said in a bit of amazement, "The prince is driving over from Shangyang Palace? What is the matter in such a hurry? Isn't Nanjiang restless again?"

There was a moment of silence. In Meng Fuyao's consciousness gradually drifting away, he heard the voice of Guo Pingrong's cold smile, and the sound of the saber being untied one by one, like a swaying water wave, seemed to sound like a distant sound.

"It's just right! I will enjoy you first, and after having played enough, I will hand it over to your Royal Highness for the crime of trespassing in the military!"

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I would like to inform you of four news here, one good news, one bad news, one that may not be good for me but good news for my dears, and one that may not be good for my dears but is good for me News.

The good news is that my cantata is finally over.

The bad news is that I was sent to participate in a quiz, but the problem is not big.

It may not be good for me, but the good news for my dear friends is that I am very happy since the chorus has finally ended.

It may not be very good for my dears, but the good news for me is that I received the notice that this book is in V today.

Speaking of which, I paused, waiting for the eggs to fly, and to see off the public part of "Shuyao".

If there is no egg to send me, I will just talk a few more words.

It’s not the first time I added V. My readers of "Shuyao" should have a good idea. I won’t say anything extra, I just tell everyone that I want to be responsible, honest, and always working hard. The author who lives up to the readers’ hopes and tries his best to polish his every word and every plot, and my readers, I am grateful to you from beginning to end, and think that I am not qualified to have any requirements of you, my only Hopefully, if you leave, it’s not because you think Longan’s character is too bad.

The story of Meng Fuyao has just begun, the last chapter before V. Maybe you guys are a little puzzled and disappointed in Fuyao's "stupid act" and "unprovoked provocation", but please believe it, it is destined to spread its wings. Wanli's Fuyao is the protagonist of this strong female book. I will not easily deviate from the purpose and personality of the book. The ensuing fierce conflict and the reaction after the arrival of the grandson Wuji are what I really want to write. thing.

So, the road ahead is long, the wind and clouds are about to rise, the book and people are on the way, I open the scroll and write the story I want to write to you, is there anyone who wants to come near and accompany me to make this ten feet red? There is a illusion and a real life, continue with a stroke?