"The sunflower in the green garden, the morning dew waits for the sun. Yangchun Budeze, all things are brilliant. Often afraid of the autumn festival, the yellow leaves of the yellow flower decline. When will the hundred rivers return to the west from the east to the sea? The young man does not work hard, and the boss is sad. ”

- Han Yuefu's "Long Song Xing".

At the beginning of the new year, Vientiane is renewed. It coincided with several spring rains. The north and south of Longshan Mountain are green. As far as the eye can see, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and the mountain flowers are in full bloom. It's wild. Everyone said that spring rain is as expensive as oil. The frozen frozen soil, moistened by the silent spring rain, fluffy, softened, and turned into a pickaxe. A plough and a harrow, sticky as wax, thick as fat. Like glue like paint, it is a strong and healthy woman, carefully combed and formed, and the ridges are towering.

"When the manna is gone, the farmer sings in the field, and the weaver woman is happy and heald."

The Qiang people in the prison city have already been ploughing in spring. The terraces are in order, and they go backwards to the higher hills. The water of the Sakagami stream is murmuring and crystal clear. Holding it in the palm of your hand, in your mouth, it is clear and sweet, and it is full of the warmth of spring.

Suffering from the frost of winter, they are all deep under the abundant pickaxe, just like hunger and thirst, like a wolf and a tiger. Mu drilled up with all his might.

One word, itch.

Run down. After completing the final main sacrifice, Liu Bei and the queen who returned to the thistle and the tears of the queen slept cross-necked.

Hazy, faint. It is like a dead tree in spring, and it is like a rotten tree with new shoots. Beneath the skin, there is life. In the end, it is a desperate place to live, otherwise it is extremely Tailai. I know it's itching, but I can't wake myself up no matter what. I fell asleep soundly between pain and itching, comfort and refreshment, half-dreaming and half-waking, half-crazy and half-crazy.

Yunshu cloud roll, the big river to the east.

There is a saying that "a solitary bloom is not spring, and a hundred flowers bloom to the fullest". "When you know the east wind, it's always spring."

Rumors. Eight days ago, a team of palace ladies rode thousands of miles and galloped up the mountain. Straight to the top. Since then, the door of the Yunxia Palace has been closed, and the gate has fallen. Guns and knives are trees, and tassels are like forests. Ma Fang Nanshan.

Seeing that the thistle king, who has always been diligent in government, he closed his door and did not come out. Everyone knows that the stakes are high.

The lady who was recuperating in bed also dressed up. For Zuo Cheng, Changshi and others, exchange news. Soothe.

Eight days have passed. The second floor of the Yunxia Palace, the curtain opened. For a while, the fragrance is overflowing, refreshing, and the city can smell it.

Great Qin Holy Sacrifice, Linxuan overlooks. Words: "All is well. ”

The hundred officials in front of the palace are finally at ease.

The king of thistles is the body of all peoples, and there must be no loss.

Dunhuang, Hanging Spring Post.

Hanging Spring Post, also known as "Hanging Spring Place". In the former Han Dynasty, Emperor Wu set up four counties in Hexi, and then set it up. "Spring" refers to a mountain spring not far from here. The spring water descends from the high place, and hangs into the pool, so it is called "hanging spring". At the beginning, it was "Hanging Spring Pavilion", and when Emperor Zhao changed it to "Hanging Spring Place", it was changed to a post in the Han Dynasty. It is a large-scale comprehensive mail on the main road in Hexi that integrates the transmission of letterheads, official letters, political orders, military orders, and the reception of VIPs. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a post city.

The delivery of official documents and letters by "stagecoaches" is its main function. In later generations, there are "post map" portrait bricks unearthed. On the painted bricks, galloping horses gallop, and the stagecoach holds high the pass talisman to avoid slowing down due to the checkpoint talisman. Although the portrait is lifelike, it does not depict the mouth of the stagecoach. It means "keep your mouth shut like a bottle". This move not only subtly demonstrates the importance of secrecy in the post transmission, but also reflects the strict control of the Western Regions by the Han Empire.

A house in the city.

A burst of cramping in the lower abdomen for no apparent reason. Achillia, the priestess of the Holy Fire, opened her eyes suddenly.

"Mistress?" There was a faint smell of blood in the tent, and the maid hurriedly got up to check.

"It doesn't matter." Achilla whispered with relief: "It should be a menstruation." Take a basin of hot water and don't alarm others. ”

"Whoa." The maid then removed the mullioned door and went to the bathroom to fetch water. Unscrew the faucet and hot water will come to you. Adjust the temperature of the water, and the maid quickly brought a basin of warm water.

Han-style washing is so convenient.

After washing, wrap the linen prayer strips again. The maid then put down the curtains, re-entered the bathroom, and poured the red blood and water into the toilet. Hectic and busy, tiredness hits. Sleep on the couch.

Achilla still couldn't sleep. In the dream, the flaming antlers were so clear.

"Red deer flame horns, three-legged black." Achilla's eyes were shining, and they passed in an instant: "This time I will go to the Great Earthquake Pass, and I will encounter something." ”

Two days later, Liu Bei woke up from a big dream. I thought that intensive cultivation would take a lot of effort. When the back hurts and the body is tired. Unexpectedly, when I woke up, the dragon spirit was fierce, and the dragon was staggering. The heart is bright and the eyes are bright, and the abundance is like jade. The old power is not exhausted, but the new force has been born. It's like an initiation, a hole in the sky.

And since the beginning of spring. Andrea and the others, who had suffered from the "Nightmare of Aphrodite", woke up the day after the "Praise of Life" ceremony was completed. It is also a living dragon and a tiger, looking forward to life. Appetite and appetite. After a good night's sleep, go into the bath to wash off your tiredness. All physiological functions have not only regained their peak, but also improved themselves. Henceforth immune to the curse of the goddess.

The most critical. It is different from the forcible exorcism of the ancestors who strangled their partners. The "praise" from Liu Bei made the faith puzzle of the female warriors more complete. The soul bond that burst out from divinity also made the relationship with Liu Bei stronger. Born from the fetters of faith, they have long gone far beyond the fetters of worldly emotions.

A new life has been quietly conceived in the womb of the queen who has achieved her wishes.

The unicorn of the Heavenly Family, due to the severe poison of the body, the reproduction of the offspring that was interrupted was restarted again.

The vines are growing, and the melons are growing. The achievement of 100 sons is just around the corner.

The Thistle Palace is in urgent need of garrison. Andrea and the others didn't dare to slack off, and after a few days of happy gathering, they said goodbye and set off to return to the east.

Come and go in a hurry. However, the momentum is very different, and the appearance is new. Essence, qi, and spirit, the cyst 橐 (náng tuó) is full, full and overflowing.

The multi-bead fetus is darkly knotted, and the pregnancy is successful.

There are also fifty-six concubines in the Western Regions. Soon after, they were sent by the princess one after another.

In other words, some people are happy and some are sad.

First heard that the coalition army had retreated, and then heard that the Thistle King was in retreat.

The thirty-six miscellaneous tribes who thought they had found a God-sent opportunity finally couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to raise a group of troops to admonish them.

Maiji Valley.

A team of Qiang riders, thousands of people, is moving forward in the melting snow and mud.

The person who is the leader is the sentence on the Qiang canal, Dian Wu.

Crossing the Maiji Valley, into the Weishui narrow road. You can follow the pre-Qin path that has long been abandoned, from the Great Earthquake Pass and the Great Scattered Pass, quietly pass through, and reach Chencang.

"Where has the front team been?" The spring is warm and the ice is melting, the valley is muddy and difficult to walk, and Dian Wu, who is eager to escape from the dangerous place, urges from time to time.

"The striker has arrived at the ruins of Burnt History." A scout replied.

"Is there anyone in Guanxu?"

"Indeed, there were several hunters, and when they saw a large group of people, the old and weak jumped into the mountains." The scout replied, "There are only two brothers left, one long and one short, and their faces are red and black. Hold it by us. ”

Seeing that the sun was setting in the west, Dian Wu said: "Don't kill indiscriminately, and don't set fires." Tonight, I camped in Guanxu Hunting Village. ”

"Whoa!" The scout took the order and left.