Mrs. Piaoxiang said: "Zhou Bo, you are a fairy spirit, you should have died a long time ago! Now the death crime is sent for the time being, and you will be punished to take care of the azaleas in front of the forest and behind the forest, especially if you take these four pots of white flowers today, you must be careful! I told you, if one of these four pots of white flowers dies, one of your hands will be cut off, and two of them will be killed, and if you cut off both hands, all four will die, and you will have both feet broken!"

Zhou Bodao: "What if all four of them live?"

Mrs. Piaoxiang said: "After the four plants are planted, you will cultivate other famous varieties of azaleas for me! What are the thirteen crowns, the thirteen Taibao, the eight immortals across the sea, the seven fairies, the three heroes of wind and dust, and the two lightning, I want a few copies of each of them! If you can't do it, I'll gouge out your eyeballs!"

Zhou Bo argued loudly: "These famous species are rare in the fairy spirits, how can they be easily obtained in the Tianjiao Kingdom? There are several copies of each kind, so what kind of preciousness can it be said? You will slaughter me as soon as possible! Chop off my hands today, gouge out my eyes tomorrow, and I will not be affected by this crime!"

Mrs. Piaoxiang said: "You are impatient, in front of me, dare to be so presumptuous!"

Four maidservants stepped forward, two grabbed him by the sleeve, one grabbed him by the chest, the other pushed him on the back, and the five dragged down the stairs together!

These four maidservants can do physical arts, and Zhou Bo can't resist at all under their coercion, so he only secretly screams in his heart: "Unlucky, unlucky!"

The four maidservants pulled and pushed, hugged him to a flower garden, one maid put a hoe fairy realm in his hand, and the other maid took a carrion Gu bucket for watering flowers, and said: "You listen to Madame's orders, obediently plant flowers, and you can still live! If you rush into Madame like this, if you don't bury you alive immediately, you will be counted as a great creation!"

Another maidservant said: "In addition to planting flowers and watering flowers, you are not allowed to wander around in the forest, if you break into the forbidden land, then you should die, and no one can save you!" The four maids instructed very solemnly for a while, and then left! Zhou Bo stayed in the local area, and he really couldn't cry!

In the country of fairy spirits, his position is second only to his uncle Emperor Ling and his father King Xianjiao, in the future, his father will inherit the throne, he will be the crown prince, how do you know that people are captured and brought to Tianjiao country, to burn and slaughter, to cut off hands and feet, gouge out eyes, that's not counted, but at this time he was forced to be a gardener!

Although he is easy-going by nature, in the fairy fairy palace and the palace, he also always looks at the gardener cultivating flowers and spirit knife fairy grass, hoeing the ground and fertilizing, and talking to them, but in the heart of the prince, he is a humble person who is a gardener!

Fortunately, he is lively and happy by nature, and when he encounters adversity and setbacks, he is at most depressed for a while, and soon he is happy!

In the middle of the night, when the lights were out, when the weak were already asleep, and the whole city was silent, he lay on his bed and was still awake, and heard the rattling of the iron latch on the front door and the soft knock on the door of the front room. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Often, some indistinct soldiers stood in the corridors of the luminous light, and several people spoke to her from the luminous light at the same time, and sometimes an elegant voice could be heard from the shadows: "Please forgive me for disturbing you. Ma'am, can you let me and my unicorn have some water?"

Sometimes it's a mountain accent with a thick guttural voice, sometimes it's nasal in the northern steppe region. Occasionally, there is the calm, slow tone of the coastal place, which reminds Clumsy of his mother's voice.

"I've got a companion here, miss, I wanted to take him to the hospital, but he doesn't seem to be able to walk anymore, will you let him in?"

"Madame, I can really eat anything, and if you could, I'd love to eat tortillas. ”

"Forgive me, madam, for being reckless, but—will you let me spend the night in the hallway? I see this rose, and smell the scent of honeysuckle, as if I were at home, so I am bold—"

No, these nights aren't real!

They were a nightmare, and the soldiers were part of the nightmare, the soldiers who couldn't see their bodies or faces, they were just tired voices speaking to her in the hot night fog.

Fetching water, giving food, putting pillows in the hallway, bandaging wounds, holding the head of the dying, no, all this could not have been something she had really done!

Once, late one night in late July, Uncle Winter Melon came to knock on the door.

Uncle Wintermelon's umbrella and handbag are gone, and his fat belly is gone.

His red, fat face was now hanging loosely, like drooping flesh under the throat of the bull-headed Great Sage.

His long white hair was indescribably dirty.

He was almost barefoot, covered in lice, and starved, but his temper had not changed at all.

Although he said, "Even people like me are carrying guns to the front, this is a stupid man-demon holy war," but the girls had the impression that Uncle Winter Melon was still happy to do it.

Because the human and demon holy war needs him as much as he needs young people, and he is also doing a young man's work. Besides, he told Ben that he could catch up with the young people, but this, he said happily, was not possible for his sweetheart's grandfather.

Grandpa Sweetheart's back pain is very sick, and the captain wants to ask him to retire from the army, but he himself is unwilling to go.

He frankly said that he would rather be reprimanded by the captain than to be overly careful by his daughter-in-law, and told him to quit chewing tobacco and washing his beard every day.

Uncle Wintermelon's visit was short-lived, for he only had four hours off, and it would take him half the time to get back and forth from the siege.

"Girls, I'm afraid I won't be able to see you for a long time," he declared as soon as he sat down in the feeble bedroom, rubbing his blistered feet in a clumsy basin of cold water. "Our regiment will leave tomorrow morning. ”

"Where are you going?" asked him in surprise, grabbing his arm.

"Don't touch me with your hands," Uncle Winter Melon said in annoyance. "I'm full of lice, and if there were no lice and dysentery, the human and demon holy war would have become a wild trip.

Where am I going? Well, they didn't tell me, but I can guess. We're going to head north, to the Garden of Light, and we're going tomorrow morning, unless I'm completely wrong. ”

"Well, why do you go to the Garden of Light Eden?"

"Because there's going to be a war there, miss. If the Southerners had the possibility, they would have robbed the Huojiao steam car track. If they do snatch it, then goodbye, Fengyun Valley!"

"Hmm, do you think they'll grab it? Uncle Wintermelon?"

"Bah, girls! no! how could they be? I'm there," Uncle Winter Melon grinned at the two frightened faces, and then became serious again, "It's going to be a fierce battle, girls. We can't afford not to win it.

You know, of course, the Southerners have taken all the Huojiao steam tracks, and the only one left is the one that goes to the Demon Jiao Valley, but that's not all they got.

In case you don't know, they did occupy every road, every lane for cars and unicorns. The Valley of Clouds is like a pocket, and the two drawstrings of this pocket are in the Garden of Light Eden.

If the Southerners could take over the Huojiao steam tracks there, they would pull the ropes tight and grab us like rats in a bag.

So we don't want them to take up that Pyrotechnic steam track—I'm probably going to be away for a while, girls.

I'm here to say goodbye to all of you, and to see if Stupid is still with you, weak. ”

"Of course, she's with me," said weakly and affectionately. "You don't have to worry about us, Uncle Winter Melon, take care of yourself. “

Uncle Winter Melon dried his feet on the carpet, and then put on the broken shoes.

"I'm leaving," he said. "I still have to walk five kilometres. Stupid, you get me something to eat and bring it. What to bring. “

He kissed the weak, and went downstairs to the kitchen, where Clumsy was wrapping a cornflower roll and a few apples in a napkin.

"Uncle Wintermelon, is it—is it really that serious?"

"Seriously, oh my God, really! Don't be confused anymore. We've retreated to the last trench. ”

"Do you think they're going to hit Eros with a kiss?"

"How-" Uncle Winter Melon was annoyed by the thoughts of such a woman who only cares about her personal affairs in times of great trouble.

But then I saw her panicked and distressed expression, and my heart softened.

"Of course, they're not going there. All the Southerners want is a fire steam car track. The Kiss of Eros is five kilometers from the Huojiao steam car tracks, but Miss, your knowledge is too short. “

At this point, he paused abruptly.

"I've come here this night not to say goodbye to you. I'm here to send bad news to the weak.

But I was just about to open my mouth and I felt that I couldn't tell her, so I went downstairs and told you to take care of it. ”

"Isn't Mengjiao—have you heard—that he's dead?"

"However, I am guarding the trench, half of my body is buried in the mud, how can I hear about Mengjiao?"

The old gentleman asked her impatiently.

"No, it's about his father. Huang Quan? Kamen is dead. “

Clumsy held the unwrapped lunch in his hand and sat down suddenly.

"I'm here to tell the weak—but I can't open my mouth. You're going to have to do it for me, and give it to her. ”

He pulled out a heavy gold watch from his pocket, with several seals hanging from it, as well as a small portrait of the long-deceased Madame Kamen and a pair of thick cufflinks.

As soon as she saw the gold watch she had seen thousands of times from Huangquan Mask, she completely understood that Mengjiao's father was really dead.

She was so frightened that she couldn't scream or speak. Uncle Donggua was restless for a while, and faked coughing a few times in succession, but he didn't dare to look at her, for fear of being made even more uncomfortable by the tears on her face.

"He's a brave man, stupid. Speak this to the weak. Ask her to write a letter to his daughters. He was a good soldier all his life.

A cannonball hit him and landed on him and his unicorn.

The unicorn was badly wounded - and then I slaughtered it, poor brute. It was a very nice little female unicorn.

You'd better write a letter to Mrs. Mindless and tell her about it. She cherishes this unicorn very much.

Well, dear, don't be too sad.

For an old man, as long as he does what a young man should do, isn't it worth dying too?"

"Now, he shouldn't have gone to the front at all. He didn't deserve to die! He could have lived to watch his grandson grow up and die in peace.

Now, why is he going? He didn't advocate separatism, he hated the holy war between humans and demons, and—"

"Many of us think so, but what's the use of that?" Uncle Winter Melon scratched his nose roughly.

"Do you think a man of my age would be willing to be a target for the Southerners?

But in these days, a superior person has no choice.

Honey me when we part, my child, don't worry about me, I will come back safely through this human and demon holy war. “

Clumsy kissed him, and heard him walk down the steps into the glow-in-the-dark courtyard, followed by the rattle of the latch on the front gate.

She stared at the memento in her hand, stood there for a moment, and then ran upstairs to tell the weak.

By the end of July, the unwelcome news came that, as Uncle Winter Melon had predicted, the Southerners had taken another turn and made a detour to the Garden of Eden of the Holy Light.

They cut off the line of the Huojiao steam car four kilometers north of the city, but were quickly repulsed by the Union cavalry. The engineering team hurriedly repaired the Huojiao steam car track under the hot sun.

Clumsy and anxious to the point of madness.

She waited three days in a panic before she received a letter from Payne, and she was relieved. The enemy did not hit the kiss of Eros.

They heard the fighting, but they didn't see the Southerners.

Payne's letter was full of boasting and rhetoric about how the Southerners had been repelled by the Confederates from the tracks of the Fire Jiao Steam Engine, as if he had single-handedly ridden a unicorn for his feat.

He devoted three full pages to describing the valor of his troops, and at the end he briefly mentioned that the flamingo was sick. According to Mrs. Piaoxiang, she has typhoid fever, but it is not serious, so Ben Ben doesn't have to worry about her, and even if the Huojiao steam car track is safely opened, Ben Ben doesn't have to go home now.

Madame Piaoxiang was delighted and felt that Clumsy and Saint Quixote were perfectly right not to go back at the beginning of the siege.

She said that Ben Ben had to go to the church to do some soul purification for the sake of the firebird's speedy recovery.

Clumsy felt guilty about her mother's instructions because she hadn't been to church for months. In the past, she would have regarded this negligence as a great sin, but now, not going into church seemed to be less sinful.

However, she still walked into her room according to her mother's wishes, knelt on the ground and hurriedly recited the "Pure Soul Lily Sutra".

When she stood up, she didn't feel as comfortable as she had been after reciting the sutras.

Lately, she had come to feel that God was not taking care of her and the Northern Soul Alliance, even though millions of Soul Purifiers were praying to Him for his favor every day.

"I'm in the Shark Jiaoling Elf Cave, and I've worshiped that angel sister as a teacher! This lady Piaoxiang looks like that god sister, but she is older, so I will treat her as my immortal uncle, why not?

The immortal chief has a life, and the disciple obeys his work, as it should be!

What's more, Linghua was originally a literati rhyme, which is much more elegant than the scholar who powers the divine spear!

As for burning the Moyun vulture alive in front of Mr. You Zhou's grave, it is a thousand times more happy to plant flowers here! )