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Dream back and forth, the pink lotus flower that blooms on the back of the snow muscle beauty, grows in the heart of the young marshal of the emperor, and blooms quietly... In the sea of people, looking for the traces of Fang Fei.

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The beacon fire is in the sky, the suburbs are full of mourning, the town army in the southwest occupies the pass of Qizhou, the first battle is successful, the single army in the northwest retreats to Jiancheng, and the two armies form a confrontation situation.

In the city of Qizhou, the town army entered the city, Qizhou changed hands three times in a row within three years, and the common people saw the new army enter the city, and they were already accustomed to it, and the shop vendors made a living as usual.

In the theater garden, the erhu is played on the stage, the moon qin is played and sung, the big gongs and small gongs are sounded from time to time, and on the stage, the backrest martial arts full of flags are singing with their eyebrows flying.

Under the stage, on the double armchairs carved from pineapple wood, Huang Fuchen, dressed in military uniform, sat across his legs, and his palms with white gloves tapped lightly on the table, and with the drama on the stage, there was a rhythmic knock.

On the stage, the backrest of the flag Wusheng retreated, and immediately turned over and jumped out of the two martial artists who were fighting, one of them was wearing a black cardigan with the word 'town' on his chest, and the other was wearing a white cardigan with the word 'Shan' on his chest, and the two martial artists fiercely touched each other with spears on the stage.

Under the stage, rows of soldiers of the town army were standing, all staring intently at the two martial artists fighting on the stage.

After a few front flips, the single-character martial artist on the stage was suddenly knocked to the ground by the town-word martial artist.

"Bang Bang!" Huang Fuchen in the center struck three times with his palms, the outline of the knife work carved by the ghost axe, and a proud smile hit the corner of his eyebrows, and the loud voice resounded, "Good!" Good! Very good! ”

The surrounding town soldiers immediately reacted, followed by high-fives and applauded, "Okay, good!" ”

The roaring high-fives and cheers filled the entire theater in an instant, mixed with the excitement of winning the first battle.

Until the curtain of this meaningful play fell, the small gong struck again, and a flower girl dressed in pink came out from behind the curtain, stacking small broken steps, beautiful eyes and clever anticipation, and sang the drama vividly.

Huang Fuchen took the tea on the side with his palm, closed the teacup, lowered his head and drank a sip of tea, and the next moment, his eyes were fixed on the stage, Hua Dan on the stage, holding a lotus flower made of pink cloth in his hand, the pink lotus flower swayed up and down with that pair of small hands, and a pair of bright eyes glowed with smart luster.

Huang Fuchen's sharp eagle eyes were full of devouring coldness, and the teacup in his palm was still in mid-air, until that Hua Dan finished singing the drama and retreated, Huang Fuchen was stunned for a moment, and his eyes followed the figure to look around.

Seeing the young marshal's reaction, Adjutant Chen, who was behind him, suddenly understood, stepped forward and bent his body, and said in a low voice, "Young marshal, do you want me to send someone to invite that Hua Dan over?" ”

The teacup in Huang Fuchen's hand fell heavily on the table beside him, his eyes were gloomy, and he fell to the ground in a deep voice, "No! ”

“。。。” When Adjutant Chen heard this, his face was dumbfounded, and he was about to straighten up.

Huang Fuchen's tone fell arrogantly and domineeringly, "Adjutant Chen, send someone to send a dowry gift tomorrow, this young marshal will marry her as the seventh aunt in Qizhou!" The tone does not allow for the slightest resistance from others.

Adjutant Chen suddenly understood, and bowed slightly, "Yes!" Young marshal! ”

Huangpu Chen stood up, and the rows of town soldiers behind him immediately straightened their waists and raised their hands to salute, and Adjutant Chen stepped forward to put on a blue young marshal's coat for him.