Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 23: Romance in the world

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At such a close distance, with such a fierce knife, Meng Fuyao's face changed in shock, and he subconsciously raised his arm, trying to block the knife with his own flesh and blood.

The knife suddenly slipped when it touched Yuan Zhaoxuan’s heart, and then with a chuckle, it slipped against Yuan Zhaoxuan’s clothes, as if the clothes were not clothes, and the underside of the clothes was not flesh and blood, but The oil is so slippery without leaving your hands.

With a slip of the knife's hand, Yuan Zhaoxuan has turned around.

When he turned around, no matter what the knife was doing, he pulled Meng Fuyao away first, lest she could not control her movements and actually hit the knife's knife.

Immediately, he pinched his finger and snapped off the dagger with a click.

Finally, he lifted his foot and kicked the knife.

The knife slammed out of the body and was hitting Tiecheng who was over. Tiecheng hugged her and drove back several steps before hitting the rock wall before he stopped. As soon as he stopped, he immediately threw her away. , Cursed, "Knife a knife to your partner behind your back, and avenge you, are you a human?"

The knife held the wall and coughed slowly, coughing up a bit of blood. She pulled the vine on the wall and refused to turn her head. The blood was pierced by the thorn on the vine. The child didn't say a word.

Meng Fuyao stared at her for a long while, slowly pulling out the knife behind his waist.

The knife is dangerous, she knows; the knife is gloomy, and she knows it, but she always thinks that this is because the child is full of hatred and dissatisfaction with the world, as long as time is given, it will slowly fade. Therefore, she did not hesitate to fight for her and Zong Yue, and won her chance to survive.

However, she is not afraid of the hidden arrow of the knife, nor is she afraid that the knife will hurt her, but it does not mean that she will look at the knife and hurt the people around her, and can accept that the knife will bring danger to people other than her!

Meng Fuyao stared at her, as if staring at a young beast-the knife appeared tonight is extremely strange, is it the so-called being chased and panic-stricken and stumbled is a play, and the three thousand army, it is she at all Kill?

Her knife was half drawn, and there was a beating light in the morning light. Although her hand was still weak and weak, she could definitely cut off the head of the knife without hesitation!

Yuan Zhaoxuan smiled suddenly and stopped her.

"We should not hesitate about the obvious hostility, but we might as well think about the doubtful hostility."

He held his hand, looked at the knife that was always coughing, and suddenly said, "Knell?"

Hearing this call, the knife suddenly trembled and raised his head to look at Yuan Zhaoxu in disbelief.

Yuan Zhaoxuan looked at her expression, his eyes suddenly flooded with memories, and he slowly said for a while, "Is it okay now?"

The knife trembled even more, and Yuan Zhaoxu smiled slightly and said, "Old Chahan and Jin gave birth to eight sons. The biggest wish in his life is to get a prairie phoenix. It seems that this wish has finally come true. "

The knife suddenly turned his head and said sharply, "You have the face to mention him! You have the face to mention him!"

Yuan Zhaoxu looked at her with a calm expression and said lightly, "It seems that Lao Chahan really regarded you as a treasure. How old are you? He even told you about this."

"Why don't I know?" The knife looked at him with a clear speech and his eyes were like a knife. "Since I remembered, my mother held me and told me over and over again that we had a rich pasture with cows everywhere. Sheep, our tents are like white pearls scattered all over the Beirong grassland. Our cattle and sheep are more than the stars in the sky. My father is heroic and brave. He is the most noble king of Beirong. All the warriors bowed their heads to him and knelt down. Kissed his toes underground; but now we live in a shabby tent, guarding a few skinny sheep and living a life of exile, my father worked himself, should have held the kumiss hand with a rough whip—these, It was all caused by you. You made the king of Bei Rong believe in the king of Nan Rong, and made the king of Bei Rong believe that the prairie men are brothers. Therefore, Nan Rong’s spies were mixed into Bei Rong and finally honored them. The king of exile!"

Meng Fuyao stared blankly at the knife whose eyes were as bright as demon fire, this kid is so eloquent! What is this talking about? The civil war between Nan Rong and Bei Rong? It sounds familiar...

"Why didn't your mother-in-law tell you that, as a king who masters and is responsible for the fate of countless herder brothers, shouldn't your father only be able to fight and raise a machete at the wolf on a horse? Should I just remember to drink tea, eat rake and wrestle and practice martial arts with the warriors? Why didn’t your mother tell you that the Southern and Northern Army reconciled back then, and the first thing the King of Southern Rong surrendered to the court was to send envoys to Zhongzhou to pray to the court to learn from the Central Plains Culture and etiquette? And what was your honorable King Beirong, what were you doing at that time? Hunting, or drinking kumiss?"

Yuan Zhaoxu raised his head slightly, the morning sun was clean and pure, and his eyebrows bathed in golden light, the beauty of the jade mountain, seemed like a god.

"We Han people have a saying "outsmart the enemy forever," and there is a saying "the king loses the bandit"," Yuan Zhao said lightly, "why did your mother-in-law not think about it, why did you exile you by fraud? It’s King Nan Rong, why can’t you make the first move?"

The knife stared at Yuan Zhaoxu with wide eyes, seemingly understandable. In her little heart, only what A-niang said was hovering all the time, recalling the description of the person that A-niang said over and over again-like a **** The young man, the grace surpassing everyone, A-niang told her that that person is his father’s true enemy. Without him, Bei Rong might have defeated Nan Rong in the Northern and Southern Rong wars and became the grassland communist party. The Lord, because of his appearance, forced the Southern and Northern Rong patriarchs to knock down and become a "brother", and the brother eventually sold him and took away their Bei Rong. A-niang told her that she would recognize that person when she saw it, and no one could replace it.

The first time I saw him, in the brothel, she stared at him suspiciously, but because there were too many people, she couldn't do anything.

The second time I saw him, the smiling man in the garden gradually overlapped with a certain image outlined in his heart.

She was puzzled, until yesterday, she sneaked out of the city full of hatred and disturbed the military camp of Nan Bei Rong with a homemade rocket, and then she saw the man's action.

That twisted corpse like a snake... A-niang said that many years ago, he also killed people like this.

The careless demeanor... she knows, yes, she recognizes him.

She wants to avenge the lost father, the beautiful Aniang who was haggard because of years of wandering and labor, and the pastures, cattle and sheep lost by the people!

She doesn't regret everything she has done, except that she dare not face Meng Fuyao's gaze. In her small heart, everyone is evil, but she... doesn't seem so bad.

She remembers the warmth of the palm of Meng Fuyao when she held her frozen hand outside the brothel, remembering that Meng Fuyao would cover her with a quilt during the night, and remember that Meng Fuyao gave her the scars that were broken by the old bustard. The look when she was taking the medicine, she remembered the arms she raised under the uncomfortable eyes of the white-clothed man. She didn't understand what they were doing, but in her small heart, she could still intuitively distinguish murderous and kindness.

And this person, is he the one Meng Fuyao likes? She often deliberately didn't look at him, but occasionally the look she glanced over his back was exactly the same as A-Niang's look at A-Daddy.

The knife bit her lip, thinking of A Niang who was grazing barefoot in the cold winter, thinking of the barren and deserted sandy land, which is the only place where their people live now, and no one can eat their stomachs.

If it weren't for this, why would she be stolen by the greedy tribe, sold to traffickers, and left in that dirty place?

Her heart hardened again.

"I will kill you." She declared calmly, smashing out every word like iron nails. She tried hard to recall what the warriors on the prairie said after a duel, "If you are afraid, you can Kill me now."

Meng Fu burst out laughing.

Although she is still a little angry that this child is not sure what is good or bad, but Meng Fuyao really can't hold a face to her true and persistent expression that day, watching such a little child swear such an old-fashioned oath, she It seems that I saw my stubborn self. Many, many years ago, I ran to the end of a deep valley in Taiyuan and shouted to God, "Someday my old lady will go back! If you have the ability, you can wear me again!"

She suddenly wetted her eyes, for those young dreams, for those changing fate, for those vows that persisted but didn't know whether it was worth it.

Yuan Zhaoxuan was also smiling, he suddenly walked over, untied a jade card from his waist, and put a small knife into the palm of his hand.

"What happened to your father, I have no sympathy. The king who cannot protect himself and his people is not the real king, Dao Nai Er, you think you can be the real king of the Southern and Northern Rongs and take back what belongs to him for your father. Grass field?"

Naier Dao clenched the jade card in her palm, looked up at him, clearly, loudly, "I can!"

"Very well," Yuan Zhaoxu smiled. "Southern and Northern Rongs will eventually be unified. Maybe it’s a good thing to have a queen, but before that, you were only Naier, the little daughter of an exiled king. To get what you want, you need to start over."

"I can wait!"

"Patience is the person who succeeds in the end." If there is a deep meaning in Yuan Zhao's words, he smiles slightly, like a cloud in the sky, "At that time, you, Naier, if still If you want to kill me, come with your northern and southern army. Before that, you are not worthy to fight with me."

"I will come!"

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On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month of the eleventh year of the Promise Sacred, the Southern and Northern Rong forces that launched the mutiny suffered their first major loss since the official war-the main account was burned, and the three thousand troops responsible for the pursuit disappeared inexplicably, three thousand. Human life, like a cluster of bubbles, disappears silently in the long river of time forever, without even a cluster of waves being alarmed, as if it is not three thousand people who can go out to stand on a large square, but a flower , Thank you if you say thank you.

That night, it was the night of the Rong nationality’s ‘God’s Festival’, and God’s people were not protected by God.

This battle case was later studied diligently by many historians and military scientists, and they have never penetrated the mystery. If they knew that these three thousand people had disappeared just because they met him, they might not have been so troubled. It was a miracle.

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

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

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

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Meng Fuyao has had a good life recently.

After the recurrence of "locking in love" that day, she was ordered to recuperate by Yuan Zhaoxuan. During the recuperation, she was surprised to find that there was no strange element in the poison of locking in love. Every time there was an attack, the meridians in the body were impacted. Endurance increased, and the infuriating energy recovered slowly, but it was stronger than before.

Yuan Zhaoxuan would sneak into her room every night-of course not for sex, but Meng Fuyao didn't know what he did, he just knew that after he came, he would immediately fall asleep no matter what he was doing. There was no dream for a night. I woke up in the morning with extremely backache and back pain. If the clothes were basically intact, she would think that she had fought against Yuan Zhaoxuan for 3,000 rounds every night. Sometimes, Yuan Zhaoxuan was a little haggard, and she wondered if it was right. He destroyed Yuan Zhaoxuan for three thousand rounds.

She also asked Yuan Zhaoxuan what he did, and strictly ordered Yuan to not make any direct skin touch on the parts below the nose and above the knees. Unfortunately, Yuan said with a smile, "You should take care of your own After I haven't touched my skin below the nose and above the knees, come and ask me."

Meng Fuyao is very puzzled and doubts about her character. She firmly believes that she can't do any indecent behavior to Yuan Zhaohui below the nose and above the knee when she is awake, but after falling asleep...maybe as him It's Master Yuan Bao that's why he touched it? Maybe Yuan Zhaoxuan took his hand to touch it?

After thinking about it for a long time, Meng Fuyao finally figured it out. She decided very philosophically that no matter who touched whom, I don't know, it doesn't exist.

So Chengzhu Meng, who is delicious and sleepy, has recently grown white and fat, and has a tendency to move closer to Master Yuanbao.

In the meantime, Yuan Zhaoxuan went out and took the knife away, as if he had gone to Guo Pingrong again. Meng Fuyao did not ask where the knife went. She believed she would meet this child eventually, and she must have been Reborn.

The look of Yuan Zhaoxuan when she came back also made her understand that Guo Pingrong had no antidote. That night, Yuan Zhaoxuan did not put her down as soon as he entered the door, but gently stroked her hair and said, "Fuyao , I will find the cure for you."

Meng Fuyao gnawed heartlessly and replied, "I'll go to Fang Yimo myself, and teach him by the way. I don't teach him. I'm not a teacher."

Yuan Zhaoxuan smiled, "Then should I also go to your master and teach him how to teach such a tendon?"

"You only have a tendon!" Meng Fuyao jumped up and hit him with a greasy skeletal bone. "You have a tendon from head to toe, black tendons!"

Meng Fuyao laughed and jumped and smashed the bones that had been gnawed by the wolf, and slammed Yuan Zhaoxuan out of the door in a daze.

As soon as the door closed, Meng Fuyao leaned his back against the door, and let out a long breath. The smile was like a flower before, and after a moment he was sad.

The heaviness lying in front of the two of them, she tried to cover up with a relaxed smile, but she felt powerless day by day.

She leaned her back against the door panel. I don't know where the door panel was. Yuan Zhaoxuan stood long, looking to the north of the land, showing a slight worry.

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In the twelfth lunar month, the Han people are preparing for the New Year, but the Rong people only regard the Festival of Worship as the most important day of the year, but they are very indifferent to the New Year. There are more and more Rong people on the street, and there are idle young people wandering around. Wu's energetic young man who has nowhere to vent is always a gunpowder keg full of explosives, not to mention that there will always be friction in crowded places, and there will be more fights.

Meng Fuyao is also an idle young man now, biting his finger and thinking about how to remove the hormones of these energetic and middle-aged men. In a blink of an eye, I saw Master Yuan Bao holding a ball while playing. The ball is big and the ingot is small, rolling around. I don't know if it is the ingot playing the ball or the ball playing the ingot.

Meng Fuyao looked at the pain, and wanted to mix his finger, Yuan Bao-sama immediately hugged the ball and kicked away. It was a recent tragic picture of her aunt coming twice a month, which hated Meng Fuyao.

Meng Fuyao was boring, so she had to think about it. Before she came, the World Cup was about to start. She bet on Argentina to win. In fact, she was more coveting Messi. Hey, I don’t know which foot it was in the end. A crucial goal was shot into the runner-up's goal.

Anyway, no matter which foot, it will not be the smelly foot of the national football team... Meng Fuyao was thinking about it, thinking that he suddenly jumped up, and immediately summoned Yao Xun to do some paintings, and Yao Xun was confused. After a few days, it was said that everything was arranged. A field was marked on the west side of the square and arranged according to Meng Fuyao’s orders. 22 people from the Rong ethnic group were gathered and divided into two teams. Yao Xun followed Meng Fuyao’s instructions. Instructed, I specially selected two Rong people who were more discordant, and they were all tough.

City Lord Meng rode his horse to speak. The first sentence was: "The people of the Rong nationality, the first football team on the Wuzhou continent, has been established!"

The second sentence is: "All teams that lose in the future will be called'Chinese Men's Football'!"

The third sentence is: "From now on, please call me the ‘Chairman of the Continental Continental Football Federation’, for short: the chairman."

I have to say that Chairman Meng has a good idea of ​​playing football. I have to say that football, as the most popular modern sport, must have its own unique charm. At least the energetic Rong people finally found the fun of life. The "Iron Bull Team" led by the eldest son of the big head, Tie, and the "Giant Wood Team" headed by Mu Muha, the eldest son of the big head, fight to death on the field all day, and also have a beautiful and beautiful army girl cheerleader organized by Chairman Meng , Wearing bright skirts full of cheer, beauty people in any time and space will regard serious competitions as beautiful men’s show games and gossip seminars, so handsome and muscular Tiecheng is in the limelight, and Tiecheng and Mumuha have In the second match, you pinched my baby and I dig your crotch. It was also discussed by the beautiful people for a long time, and Chairman Meng wrote a speech to commemorate the words:

"My hand that passes through your crotch is the most gentle pinch..."

Football is in full swing, the teams continue to expand, and the two major teams are becoming more and more skilled. Meng Fuyao sent a letter to the venue and began to sell tickets for spectators who were so eager to watch the game. They also played gambling and sponsorship. After taking out the pockets of a few big football fans, the money was used to run a few schools. Rong and Han people all rushed in to study, allocated money to build bridges and roads, and opened several government-run pharmacies.

The days of Yaocheng are unfolding fresh and enthusiastically. Under the leadership of the new hero Meng, the people in the city lead their own rich, unrequited and stable days deep in this mountain. That is their rare peace and quiet. Harmony, without the revenge-seeking Rong people, without the burnt houses, without the chaotic street scene, Yao Cheng gradually became quiet, forgetting the ups and downs of the world.

But as the creator of the current Yaocheng, Meng Fuyao did not forget to look farther. The military newspaper in her palm grew thicker with the passage of time, and was suddenly wiped out by the northern and southern army of the three thousand army. The coalition forces finally couldn’t hold back—on the seventh day of the first lunar month, Nan Rong attacked Longcheng, Texas. After three battles, they fell into a stalemate. On the tenth day of the first lunar month, an army from Bei Rong suddenly split up and appeared near Suishui, and was discovered when they were about to cross the river. , The sneak attack plan failed.

The army who was frustrated one after another was rejected by the German king. The strange thing is that the two armies have not fought a decisive battle so far. The German king, who has always used his troops, has a very stable style this time.

General Meng Fuyao’s reports were stacked in a poker-like shape, slowly beating one by one, with a deep expression. Both the southern and northern Rong troops were active nearby. You have to be careful...well, the new year passed without knowing it. At the time, I was still recovering from his injuries. After eating hot pot with Yuan Zhaoxuan Yuan Bao Tuan Tuan, he put it down. I didn’t find any taste of the year. Anyway, the Lantern Festival is a reunion and special day, so I have to find a special one. How to celebrate...

I was thinking about being focused, when the sound of opening the door suddenly came from behind, someone smiled, "What are you thinking so intently."

Meng Fuyao put down the military newspaper, and looked back and saw Yuan Zhaoxu standing leaning against the door. He is rarely seen today without wide clothes and large sleeves. He wore a set of riding attire common on the continents of China. This riding attire is very similar to modern ones, neat and capable. , The setting sun shot from behind Yuan Zhaoxuan, and the outline of his whole body was quite charming, completely different from the usual slack temperament, but the same fatal attraction, and Meng Fuyao's heart trembled.

Suddenly there was an idea during this tremor. She threw the general report and smiled, "Hey, I think about the way of celebrating the Lantern Festival this year."

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The fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the Lantern Festival.

Festivals on the Wuzhou Continent are indeed similar to those in the original world, which makes Meng Fuyao often have the idea of ​​"Surely parallel time and space?" in a cold sweat, but today she does not want to think about this issue, she is very busy today.

She is going to hold a dance party that has never been seen in the Wuzhou Continent.

In modern times, although she was a workaholic who was struggling with her life, the college years were as frivolous and enthusiastic as ordinary students. The archaeology major was profound and mysterious. After tumbling in the pile of old papers for a long time, she would look forward to something bright and bright, so Balls are held frequently, and Meng Fuyao is one of the activists.

It's just strange to say that Meng Fuyao, who is heroic and free and easy, doesn't like the more agitated Latin or tango, but the steady and elegant, light and elegant waltz. She remembers many songs that she likes to waltz.

That day, when she saw Yuan Zhaoxu riding in the sunset, she suddenly thought of the waltz. Yuan Zhaoxu’s noble and elegant, generous, splendid, and elegant, are not the waltz that dances to the heartiest place. ? And he, in a knight costume, is not the most elegant gentleman in the waltz?

What's more, Yuan Zhaoxuan’s birthday is also on the Lantern Festival.

On this day, naturally no one told her that she had sharp eyes, and when Yen Zhaoxuan handed the small knife jade plate, she saw part of the lettering on it, and Master Yuanbao was excited and mysterious these days, and she didn’t know where she was all day long. Bacheng is also preparing for a birthday gift for Yuan Zhaoxu.

In the past few days, Meng Fuyao was busy looking for people, choosing venues, making costumes, finding the best musicians, teaching tunes, and was very busy. Yuan Zhaoxu asked several times, she was mysterious. Laugh, shut your mouth firmly, hey, what kind of surprise is it called a secret?

The dance party was held in the county government’s garden. Meng Fuyao prepared dishes in accordance with the rules of the Western-style cocktail party. The long table was filled with bougainvillea in bloom in porcelain bottles, and the silver plate on the white tablecloth contained exquisite dishes. The candles on the silver candle holders burned high, and the stars lined up all the way to the garden gate. The garden gate was decorated with flowers. The fragrance can be heard outside the triple gate. The chef grilled the steak on the spot in a pure white suit. After training for three days, he finally grilled it. In the same way, Meng Fuyao supervised the roasting and ate it by the way, preparing to leave the best roasted meat she had eaten to Yuan Zhaoxu.

She had notified Yuan Zhaoxu in advance that she wanted him to ride to the garden at night, Yuan Zhaoxu smiled, seeing her look rather strange.

As night fell, the aroma of grilled meat and powdered powder spread far away, and the carefully selected city Shuyuan was picked up in twos and threes, wearing a drag dance dress that seemed to them "a little weird but really beautiful". Layers of embroidery and Xia Ying gauze instead of lace, together with the slender jade arms and towering breasts, together create this gorgeous and romantic night sky.

However, all the beauty and thoughts are only for one's true joy.

Meng Fuyao's thoughts on organizing this ball with all his energy are very simple-not for confession, for invitation, nothing but for his care and help, only for his recent haggard, only for her owe The kindness that is difficult to repay.

Won Zhaoyu is unhappy when you meet yourself? She wanted him to be truly happy once, so if one day he really leaves, when he thinks of her, he will not always be slumped, but there will be some beautiful things worth remembering.

Meng Fuyao smiled slightly, waiting for Yuan Zhaoxuan’s arrival. She still dresses up as a man today. However, in an elegant room next to the garden, she prepared a set of skirts and a dance. Yes, she will teach him a dance, just like the sentence she didn’t have time to say on the night of the worship festival, "Do you want to learn my own dance, it’s very elegant..."

That's not her own dance. It's the only entertainment she loves in that world. It's what she loves. It's elegant, gorgeous, elegant, and the same as Yuan Zhaoyu's temperament, Waltz.

The woman's laughter and whispering suddenly stopped, there was a breathtaking gasp in the crowd, and the hot and excited air appeared for a moment of silence.

Meng Fuyao raised his head, and Yuan Zhaoxu was walking towards her ahead.

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1. Regarding the War between the North and the South, don’t you know if you still remember? In the ninth chapter of the second volume, "The Best of the World", a ten-year-old man drove thousands of miles in the civil strife between the northern and southern Rongs to calm the civil strife. The encounter with the knife is the sequelae of the reconciliation of the civil strife. King Rong lost his throne and was banished for lack of proper guard against Nan Rong.

2, continue to recommend friends who are full of flowers and rain, "The Charm of Every Step", there is a link in the introduction.