Ye Mo, who was sitting in the chair, smiled softly, stood up under the eyes of King Yan, put his hands in front of him and bowed slightly, as if thanking him. He strode out www.biquge.info and the eight guards behind him also followed him out.

Quietly, as if they had never been there.

The whole body seemed to be out of strength, and King Yan was soft on the chair, and before he could catch his breath, the guard who suddenly left turned around and said, "Your Majesty King Yan, please send 30,000 elites outside the imperial city, the master is waiting there." This peacock feather was given by the owner. ”

Respectfully placed the Peacock Feather on King Yan's table, and the standing guard took out the envelope and put it on the table, and said solemnly: "I'll wait to say goodbye." ”

"Let's go." Looking at a peacock feather on the table bitterly, King Yan struggled to sit up and pick up the envelope, looking at the clear font on it, only wrote to His Majesty King Yan, after opening the envelope, there were only a few strokes. The world will be in chaos, please stick to the army to defend the city. At the place of writing, only the word Ye Mo was written.

The world will be in chaos, this man ...... Is it for him to withdraw all the troops scattered on the border to fight? How credible can the words of the Kayagea Sea be, if they withdraw the military strength of the frontier, then the 30,000 elites they ask for will attack them at the same time? The words of Kayageum can be trusted, not high, but they must not be believed!

"Yes, half of the troops are withdrawn, and the other half is still guarded, even if the troops of the Kayakai come over, they can still resist for a while. It's okay......" Wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, King Yan found that his palms had already been wet with sweat, and he couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, every time he saw this island owner, the pressure was so great, he would never say a word, just a simple action, it made them unable to forget!

Of course, if Feng Qingge is here, he will definitely complain, what kind of pressure is this, he won't say a word, this guy is simply ordered to not speak, and it is simple to let him speak, roast his little mouse, and ensure that this guy is so anxious that he screams.

Ye Mo's temperament was originally tepid, communicating with this suspicious Yan King, where do you still need to speak, every action makes it difficult for the sitting people to sleep. The elite of 30,000 can only be obtained by sitting and drinking tea, which is quite good.

The temple fair in Yanguo is quite luxurious, if the temple fair is held in other places, the thing is definitely improvised, as long as it is used, the stage will be dismantled, and all the things related to the temple fair will be removed and restored to the original appearance. But there is no need to worry about this at all here. The whole street, as far as the eye can see, is the venue of the temple fair, as if it is a long dragon, running through the Yuelao Temple, restaurants, teahouses and other places. Acrobatics, big dramas, playing and singing, all have their own stage, as long as you have this ability, you can go on stage, don't ask for money, anyone who wants to play. And for the performers at the temple fair, you can also go and receive silver.

The red lantern was covered with notes, except for guessing the words, it was a couplet, a kite was attached upside down to an ancient tree, and a wooden stake was built in the pool below, and the water was only up to the knees. Men and women walking together, from low to high, back and forth, some far away, some within one foot, as long as they are accurate and stable, they can walk up to the highest platform and remove the large kite hanging from the tree. You can also tie the marriage belt of the begging tree to the branches, closer to the sky, so that the people above can see their hearts.

"Want to have fun?" Looking at the men and women on the stake, up and down, holding the woman they liked, holding the marriage rope and walking, after a while, the people above fell down, some really turned their faces and left, some just laughed, re-stepped on the place where they had just fallen, tied the marriage rope to the branch, and then jumped down and took the woman's hand and left.

Reaching out against Mu Cangyun's waist, Feng Qingge leaned into his ear and said with a smile: "Of course...... Walk you! With a strong waist, Feng Qingge directly sent Mu Cangyun out in front of him.

Stumbling out of the crowd, Mu Cangyun, who almost stepped on the air, hurriedly reached out and patted on the stake, only then did he barely stand firm, this girl almost fell at the starting point.

took the marriage rope from the side, Feng Qingge held the brush, crying and laughing on the ribbon thick with two fingers, and wrote his name painfully. The song words of the wind light song are written, just like the ink group, when the three words of Mu Cangyun are written, that one Mu word gives the wind light song a headache, and it is written like a tomb word, the ink dots are completely fused together, no matter how you look at it, it is unlucky.

Pulling another marriage rope, Feng Qingge rushed to Mu Cangyun's side with a brush, stepped on the stake and said, "Hey, Mu Cangyun, you can write it, my writing is too ugly." ”

Snatching the rope from Feng Qingge's hand, Mu Cangyun's brows frowned, and he raised his eyebrows and said, "It's been so long, even my surname is written wrong?" Mu Cangyun, Tomb Cangyun, what are you writing here? Wind...... Ink ball, ink ball? ”

"Your uncle's ink ball, it's not okay to faint!" Well, she was defeated, I really don't know how these ancient people held the brush tightly, and used the tip of the pen to write such a beautiful word, her hand fell, she wanted to poke a hole in the table, and the brush was disobedient to her hand. Someone else can write dozens of words on a piece of paper, as for her...... There are also dozens, but no more than three at the beginning. What a terrible awakening!

Mu Cangyun sneered even more, picked up the brush in the wind light singer, and smiled helplessly: "The words are not written like this, look at it, next time I have to hold your hand and teach you how to write." "Holding the red ribbon in the left hand, holding the pen in the right hand, the elegant font jumps on the ribbon, each stroke falls, the brush is paused, the pen is slightly raised, the vigorous and powerful fall, the line is like a swimming dragon, only in a moment, the three beautiful fonts have fallen on it.

The wind sings lightly.

With a turn of the brush in his hand, Mu Cangyun directly pointed at Feng Qingge's forehead, and laughed softly: "See, write like this." ”

"You are looking for death, dare to draw me, stand!" That sudden smile, coming to the sun, hit the heart at that moment. Feng Qingge's heart trembled fiercely, and before she could react, the person in front of her had already put down the pen and pointed it on her forehead. The cold tip of the pen shatters all the tenderness. She snatched the brush from Mu Cangyun's hand with her backhand, hugged her skirt and stepped on the stake.

Seeing the menacing Wind Light Song, Mu Cangyun hurriedly stepped forward, walked forward along the wooden stake, held the ribbon with only three words written on the Wind Light Song, and said softly: "I won't!" ”

"Poof, I'll fight with you today, you can't say it!" This tone is exactly the same as when Qi Ling was coquettish, and the wind sings lightly and steps on the stake. It's just that Mu Cangyun's figure is very fast, she still has to weigh before she dares to step forward, and when she looks at the last stake, she smiles, no matter how she runs, she can only get there!

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