She looked at the Shura field below, expressionless, saw it for a long time, suddenly, and said, her voice sounded like a glacier breaking, "Where's the near bell?" Is she dead? Recalling the scene when it was Hou who had just carried her out of the Weeping Sea, the maid who had been waiting for the princess to bravely block the pursuers and the weeping flames with her body, even this unstained young man couldn't help but sigh, but he couldn't help but answer, "She will see us in another world, princess." ”

Hearing his answer, the child seemed to give himself an affirmative drop, and in the blink of an eye, a huge tear fell from his cheek, "So...... Sir, let's go. ”

After a few days, she stiffened her body, facing her immature face, the age of the child's needle was very inconsistent with her affection, her eyes were as clear as if she had seen the world, and the deliberate grief in the depths of her eyes was so thunderous.

The weeping light under the city is scorching, and I see that the beautiful and luxurious palaces and pavilions of the past, the pavilions and the eaves of the paintings, are all covered by the terrible red light, and the weeping tongues are running around arbitrarily, swallowing everything away.

Crying, throbbing crying, tragic crying, thunder in her bright, frightening eyes.

"Wang Kang, civil engineering."

She spat out the two names from her lips, with a curse-like viciousness and hatred, and made a gurgling sound as if crushing her teeth, and there was a sentence that was deeply planted in her young heart.

"She swore in the name of the last royal family in the West Underworld: One day, the hatred of killing her father and the hatred of destroying the country, she Rongyan will take it all back!" She finally saw the light of the weeping, the burned through the last and the muffled weeping black, hideous and weird, this winter night, her home, her country, her everything, all burned up with this desperate cry.

Xuanyi Shao took her near hand one day, and the heart of the hand one was as cold as white crying soaked through the bones.

"Stay a little longer."

In this place, where the big cry can't be burned at all, Xichu Xichu looks at the last remnants of the old country, and it is good to see it more.

However, Rong Yan, who was rolled in his arms with a robe, showed her head, her eyes were no longer focused, and she coldly saw the happy palace burning under the city, and shook her head, "Sir, I don't want to see it." ”

Xuanyi Shaori sighed and hugged her tighter, his close princess was too stubborn.

Isn't it better to cry out? "The princess queen will survive with Weichen in the mountains, not seeking wealth and wealth, but seeking peace, okay?" Someone's jaw dropped, but a trace of murderous thunder on the immature face ......*** "On the twenty-first day of the West Underworld, at the end of winter, the Southern Qi Kingdom, Zhuye, and the Western Underworld Triple Alliance against the first powerful country Kang, Kang died, and later, Zhuye waved his division to the west and occupied the land of Kang...... The Qi army slaughtered the city for ten days.

A careful examination of the number of the royal family shows that the king's young daughter is missing, and her whereabouts are unknown. ”

- Eleven days after the "Chronicles of the Emperor of the Western Underworld* Volume 1", there are trees in the forest, and there are fields under the trees, followed by a stream, and the houses are like houses.

In a pink and splendid apricot blossom forest, a few teenagers are shuttling through the forest, the male is wearing a pure Xuanyue love robe, and the female is the Xuanqing's skirt dragging the ground, and a pair of scissors are waved on their hands, and the apricot blossoms of Xiangzhong are minus together with the branches.

They have similar days, they are delicate, and the boys are also lively and laughing.

The last one in the forest is a dirt slope that is higher than the apricot forest, and there is a flat place on the slope that is very wide, and there is a village on the upper one, although it is a village, it is only a few tile houses connected, some are high and some are short, and the main house in Zhongma is the tallest, which is nearly half a cut higher than the two adjacent houses.

On the top of the green brick is the thatched roof, and there are a few naughty grass seeds scattered on the grass seedlings that grow on the top, and the green love is dripping, which will attract birds and finches to come and play.

Overall, everything here is peaceful and quiet.

The house in Tadama is a place that makes them respect and fear for these children who are shuttling in Hualinzhong.

Because their husband was there, and the cold-faced gentleman was really handsome, his appearance was too outstanding, and his talent was amazing, so that a few days ago, everywhere he went was an endless stream of onlookers, and then he had to use drugs to blacken his face and make a miserable appearance, which escaped the destruction of many matchmakers.

It wasn't until they found this peach blossom paradise that they settled down, built a house, taught him, and taught some martial arts.

Except for the previous lesson, it was almost difficult for them to see this very beautiful gentleman.

Except for her.

They were so jealous when they thought about it, from the time they came to Mr. Hou, the boy who had been following him, and now, still by his side, and Mr. seemed to like her very much, and always laughed at her.

But she couldn't get a smile on her face.

Several disciples looked at the main house for the fourth time in the apricot blossom forest, and lived up to their expectations, and as soon as the door of the main house creaked open, the gentleman they had been thinking about all night sat on the chair.

Mr.'s surname is Xuan, and his name is He.

He is a strange man who has retired to the world, and he does not like the troubles of the world, but he likes to drink before flowers until he is drunk.

Maybe it's because of his surname Xuan, so the clothes on his body, as well as the clothes of all the disciples, are all a crying Yue Xuanqing, but it is also Xuanqing, and they all think that Xuanqing is particularly good when worn on Mr.

And their good-natured Mr. Xuan is peeling oranges for the girl next to him at the moment.

Pulling off the shallow silk veins on the orange petals, one of his hands was extremely long, and the fingers of one of his hands were flying flexibly, and after a while, a complete orange was vividly presented in front of her.

The girl calmly picked it up, put it in her mouth, and ate it all in one bite.

The crowd was in an uproar, and the result of the gentleman's careful peeling ...... It's been ruined.

Xu is alarm the people in the house, Xuan He turned his face and glanced at them, cold as crying, slowly raised his sleeves, and the door closed as if it was blown by the wind.

Outside the door, all the disciples hung their heads and continued to talk about what Mr. was waiting for them to resume a lesson.

In the house, Xuan He saw the girl on the other side swallowing the orange slowly, and his brows were not raised.

He has almost seven or eight years of not teaching a lesson to the students, not because he is lazy, but because he doesn't have the heart to do this.

Xuan He crumpled the orange peel in his hand drop by drop, making it full of juice on his hand, and he asked very lightly, like crying to a flower that would float away at will: "The needle is leaving?" His voice was not loud, but it was charming, probably because he wanted to keep this close girl with a tried and tested beautiful man's trick.

"Yes."

Xuan He was speechless again, this child's heart was too hard, he knew that it was impossible to move her, and the question just now was just to make him die.

"Sir said that it is better to travel thousands of miles than to read ten thousand books, so please allow Yan'er to go out for a few days and come back to serve Sir."

He smiled, serving? These days, it is not known who is serving whom.

How could she hide her recent lies from him, he just raised his eyebrows, and he made seven or eight ideas in his heart, and for her, she was afraid that she would never let go of it for the rest of her life.

It's okay to hit the wall as soon as it hits the wall.

"It's better like this, Yan'er, we will take the Wu days for a long time, and after the Wu days, no matter whether your adventure is over or not, you have to return to Xinglin Mountain, do you promise?" When the girl who was called Yan'er heard this, she smiled with a needle, and it was much better than the apricot blossoms outside the house.

"Got it, sir."

She also knew what he was talking about.

Xuan He sighed, threw all the orange peels on the ground, and patted his hands, "I'm afraid that the name Rong Yan can't be called, it's better to ......" Rong Yan thought about it, and didn't seem to hear his words, just looked at Shen Lian outside the house, thoughtful.

"One day as a teacher and a father for life, I will follow my husband's surname in the future."

She actually used his surname, and Xuan He was stuck by her words, crying and laughing.

Still uneasy, I took out a few things and handed them to her one by one.