Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 20: Blood Country
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One room is lit up.
Two heads that came together-Yalanzhu and Yuanbao.
There are also three handsome guys with different expressions sitting still.
Yun Hen lowered his eyes, Zong Yue drank tea indifferently, Changsun Wou-ki shuffled the cards, his eyes glanced from the note, not a smile.
The ink on the note is dripping, the strokes are deep, and the brush strokes are scribbled and powerful. The few numbers can be written into the wooden one-third, and the meaning of Acacia's expectation also enters the wooden one-third.
Meng Fuyao Huola rubbed the paper, grasped it in his hand, and smirked at Yalan Zhu, who came to look at it curiously: "Zhan Beiye said he will be back soon."
Because Ya Lanzhu didn’t want to be the light bulb for the three handsome guys, she consciously gave up the mahjong table. She was unconscious because of her itchy paws. Listening to Meng Fuyao’s perfunctory tone, she sneered her lips in disdain: "Press that You don’t have to look at me, you know, 80% of you write words like "XX is gone, wait for me to kill it back"."
Meng Fuyao looked up to her in worship: "Zhuzhu is really a **** and man!"
Ya Lanzhu's eyes darkened, and then he smiled: "Compared to you, everyone is a god." Master Yuan Bao went back to the couch and chatted, Meng Fuyao looked at her somewhat lonely figure, thinking Ya Lanzhu must be aware of the phrase "wait for me", which is not what she said to her. This girl who has been chasing and fighting Kitano for many years, because she has washed her hair, has identified her beloved, and because of her appearance, she will be indefinite again. After prolonging that chase distance, how long will she have to wait before she can wait for her own dream? And how much youth does a woman have to withstand such profligate chase?
Meng Fuyao held his cheeks, thinking carefully about the possibility of sending Zhan Beiye and Yalanzhu to the pile. However, remembering the consequences of his random matchup between Changsun Wuji and Hu Sang, think of Changsun Wuji being so tolerant. The people of Du can not tolerate this kind of messy mandarin ducks, so they smashed themselves severely, and changed the temper of Beiye's cannon, didn't they immediately take down their bones? Forget it, let it be.
She has her eyes rolling around here, and she doesn't care about the game. Those few are still playing intently. Grandson Wou-ki suddenly pushed the card and said: "Huh."
Meng Fuyao looked over and wailed: "I am dropping silver..."
That night, Meng Fuyao lost a house, ten acres of fertile land and a beating of maidservants. He even lost his newly married concubine to Zong Yue. Zong Yue wanted no one. He asked Meng Fuyao to take the silver. Jiu Xian struck down the string of red orbs, and was stomped by Jiu Xian.
Nine immortals are naturally not the real nine immortals—the one in the palace is real. It’s also true that he likes Meng Fuyao to be strong against her. Meng Fuyao is already getting along with Zhan Beiheng, and he has carefully examined him. The concubines finally chose the most popular and courageous nine immortals, and bought the inner courtyard servants. They used the horse powder provided by the veterinarian Zong Yue to startle her horse, and then Meng Fuyao followed the logical hero to save the beauty. When the Nine Immortals were given to Meng Fuyao smoothly, Meng Fuyao immediately sent her away-in the future, she will know the fate of Zhan Beiheng, and will not come back to seek death again. In the end, Meng Fuyao saved her life. The nine immortals Zhan Nancheng saw had already been dressed up as a hidden guard under Changsun Wuji. Anyway, it is impossible for Zhan Nancheng to have any deep impression on one of the concubines who lived deep in the palace.
As for the good things underground in the house where the Nine Immortals lived in the palace, including the forbidden tributes in the doctor’s house, they are all the secret powers of the warlord’s wild father. The old grandpa has the demeanor of the warlord plains. He recruits all kinds of talents, and there is no shortage of cockroachers and thiefs. They are all first-rate digging a tunnel and being a thief. It is not easy for all the experts to work together to calculate a battle against Beiheng?
Unfortunately, General Meng is easy to calculate for others. Whenever he meets the few in front of him, he will be useless. Yunhen is good at counting and can't play twice. He remembers every card clearly. Zongyue plays cards like him. Medicine, proficiency and naturalness, more familiar than her veteran hand gestures, he does not count cards, nor does he remember his own cards, he specifically remembers Meng Fuyao, what cards Meng Fuyao needs, he absolutely does not play any cards, his purpose is- —I don’t care about winning, and you don’t even want to win. Changsun Wou-ki is better. Playing cards in a leisurely manner seems to lose, and not every hand wins. At first glance, it looks mediocre, not as good as those two. But after a game, Meng Fuyao found that he lost every two. You must win every time, and you must win back the money you lost. In the end, you will definitely not lose money-to be able to play mahjong as such a chance and luck entertainment to such an accurate level, it is no longer playing mahjong, but playing again Wise.
Meng Fuyao collapsed, played until midnight, pushed the card, and shouted: "Three bullies one, stop playing, replace!" Drag Ya Lanzhu to the table, she watched it by herself, and finally watched The face turned black.
As soon as Yalanzhu is on, those few cards are not counted, the number of cards is not counted, and the one who controls the winning or losing is also not controlled. They play generously and lose happily, and Master Yuanbao is still there. Spilling cards on one side—putting up one paw: one, two paws: two, and so on, showing the **** is the white board, the tongue is the red, and so on.
Playing until dawn, Meng Fuyao lost a house of ten acres of fertile fields, a dozen servants and red jewel beads, all in Yalanzhu's hands, Meng Fuyao furiously lifted the table-as expected, his character was superior and partial. Without borders, so sad.
She changed her clothes sadly, and went straight to the field.
Today, the main street of Qushui, Pandu, fell on the dragon platform and beat Beiheng!
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Luolongtai.
A place of soul-breaking especially enjoyed by officials of rank 4 and above of the gods and nobles.
Today’s light rain is misty, the Luolong platform was washed wet and slippery, the white stone ground has clear lines, and the veins are reddish because of the blood of countless people. The ferocious blue dragon carved by the black stone around the platform is hovering and dancing, Zhang Dali Longkou with its teeth, waiting for the sacrifice of fresh blood.
The case of supervision and execution has already been set up on the stage. Meng Fuyao and Kou Qinghong, the chief minister of the book minister, have passed, and freely sit down. She is the deputy supervisor.
The huge dragon-inlaid side knife is shining with cold light, and the bamboo curtain hangs on all sides-the first execution of the prince of Tiansha since the founding of the country, Zhanbei Heng will become the most noble person who has the honor to swallow up since Luolongtai was built, in order to match the distinguished person In addition to the civil and military officials watching the punishment, the rest of the people are all blocked in three streets. The execution is also carried out in the bamboo curtain, so as to avoid the dragon head of the Tianjia dragon from rolling around and hurting decent.
The midsummer is over, the coolness of early autumn is fascinating, and the rain will wet the crimson flowers under the Luolongtai, and there is a miserable beauty.
The sound of rolling cars on the long street, the creaking and monotonous, sounded a little crippled in the silence, and gradually, the yellow ribbons wrapped in the ox carts were sitting indifferently in the yellow ribbons wrapped in shackles and the beatles of the war Beiheng, Appeared in the vision of Baiguan.
Looking at His Majesty King Heng, who was invaluable and powerful in the past, now in such a tragic situation, the gods and civil servants all showed melancholy and sad expressions. They looked up at the gloomy sky and thought of the Yishui final crossing. Then, like the dark cloud over the city, Beiye, the fierce king, gave birth to a faint ominous omen in his heart, as if the end of the Heng King today, it seems that it will also be the end of the Tiansha Dynasty, and it will flow out of the neck of Zhanbei Heng Blood is just the beginning of more blood flowing out.
The prince of the Iron Hat can fall to the ground in an instant, why can't the Jade-level Golden Palace collapse in an instant?
At this moment, the entire city lost its voice.
At this moment, the whole world turned his eyes, watching Tiansha's bizarre king-killing case in amazement, waiting for more conspiracies and storms to hide afterwards.
At this moment, Meng Fuyao stared at Zhan Beiheng, but he was thinking of the old Zhou Taishi who died in his assassination.
The second minister of the two countries who looked far-sighted and did not consider honor and disgrace, spent a lifetime trying to destroy this dynasty, and many years after his death, he still avenged himself.
Zhanbei Heng Mu Ran got out of the car, and was led to the Luolong Platform. The bamboo curtains hung down on all sides, blocking the last bit of sky light.
The end of life will also end.
In the silence, a heart-piercing cry suddenly came from the bamboo curtain:
"The imperial family is ruthless, and I am wronged!"
With a cry of great pain, he slammed into the heavy sky like a giant pestle, knocking the dark clouds away a little, but they only moved slightly, closing in an instant, still covering like a pot lid.
Meng Fuyao suddenly stood up.
She stood up peacefully under the eyes of everyone, poured a glass of wine, and said lightly: "I'm going to send King Heng." Without seeing everyone's shocked expressions, she turned and left.
"Master Meng." The supervisor behind her whispered to remind her of her position at the moment.
Meng Fuyao turned around, and his voice on the high platform was clear, and he said: "Even if King Heng is different, he has already been subjected to the laws of the heaven and the country. He has always treated me with a heavy heart. How can I leave him in this miserable wind and rain? I can’t even drink a cup of warm wine, so I’m on the road?"
Under her clear gaze, the officials lowered their heads in shame.
Zhan Beiheng in the bamboo screen, but his eyes were slightly wet-when this was a dead end, all officials were avoiding him in order to avoid suspicion, only this two-hundred-and-five ruler, **** at the moment of life and death!
Meng Fu shook the curtain and entered, driving layers of light and shadow, Zhan Bei Heng looked up with teary eyes, and saw that the young man brought the wine over, half kneeling in front of him, and respectfully offering the wine glass to his lips.
The young man smiled slightly, peaceful and pure, frank and clear, Zhan Beiheng looked at such eyes, his anger gradually dissipated, a little ashamed, and remembered the old thing about shutting her out of the wood room, and smiled apologetically a bit.
He didn’t know what happened to Zhan Nancheng in Meng’s mansion that night, nor did he know that the doll was raised in the house of Jiu Xian. If he knew that this sincere boy in front of him was the chief culprit who put the prince of a country to death. The culprit, don't laugh, I'm afraid he will immediately pounce and bite off each other's meat.
However, he only thinks about other things now--Zhan Nancheng, you even kill me, don't blame me for being polite...
He was laughing, not drinking the wine, but in a low voice: "Leader Meng...I don’t have to be kind to me, and I don’t have to be loyal. You can tell you something, whether you remember it or not. , Is my last thank you gift."
Meng Fuyao's eyes flashed, "Oh?"
"Your Majesty has a dark illness, and it will happen every fall. In previous years, he would go to the south to recuperate in the name of hunting. This year it is impossible...I don't know how he will treat the illness..."
"Oh..." Meng Fuyao smiled, "It's really worrying, what kind of disease is it?"
"Then no one knows, I only know that when my Zhan Family did not get the throne, he did not have this disease, or it was after the father of the emperor became the world..." Zhan Beiheng paused, and moved to Meng Fuyao. Hand, finished the glass of wine.
Immediately said: "...Finally, you will come to see me off, I am very grateful to you."
Meng Fu shook her head and looked at his eyes. Her eyes flashed. She wanted to tell Zhan Beiheng the truth at the moment of toasting, and she was so mad at him, but seeing Zhan Beiheng's gratitude expression at this moment, she felt, It's okay to take your life, why do you do it too absolutely.
Let him take the last bit of self-righteous warmth in the world on the road, maybe he can be a good person in his next life.
She put away the cup, smiled and walked out, the bamboo screen opened and closed, slowly covering the young boy's slender figure, and her delicate face flashed quietly in the thin horizontal shadows of the bamboo screen.
All the backgrounds are blurred, only the rain flicks across the bright eyes, the eyes are as sharp as swallows and eagle-like sharp, so shining in the dark autumn rain background, look It looks a bit familiar.
Zhan Beiheng frowned, thinking.
On a raging night with torches, in the depths of the palace, a young girl sneered in front of the horse and suddenly burst into her mind.
The eyes...the eyes...
It's like a winter lake suddenly encounters a crack in the ground, so the big waves rushed out under the hood, pouring a cold heart!
Zhan Beiheng jumped up suddenly, wearing heavy shackles.
He shouted: "You--"
"Ha!"
The light of the knife flashed, and the silver rainbow was pulled away in the air like a horse, and it whizzed down!
The world froze in an instant.
The blood is flying high, and the bamboo curtains are sprayed on all sides, dragged drippingly, and drawn into a picture, vertical like a mountain and wrinkled, horizontal like a water and a sea.
The pen of ghosts, ghosts and gods, paint the **** world!