They arrived all the way to the country of the rising sun, and they waited in Wuzhuang without any news, and they could only wait for time.

And He Xiong didn't make a sound at all, I don't know if he had secretly made arrangements.

Phantom people, that is, the performers who appeared on the Lantern Festival that day, are also the people who broke into Wuzhuang to find Murong Qingwan.

"Brother, let's go as soon as possible! I'm afraid you can't wait. "A phantom humanity.

"It's just a dark box, not worth a few dollars."

"It's not about the money, I have my own plans." Brother Road.

"Wait a few more days, be patient!"

The so-called country of the rising sun is just a small island in the South China Sea, and the island takes its own name, and the dragon face of the emperor of the Ming Dynasty is regarded as a child's play, and the emperor has long wanted to send troops to serve it in a pot.

The emperor talked to the eunuch, and the emperor said: "The owner of He Xiong He Zhuang in Shucheng said that he saw the trace of Princess Xuanyan, do you know if this matter is true or false?"

"Half true and half false!" The eunuch said, there are some things he can't say directly.

The emperor didn't ask any more, and these four princesses Yunmeng could only be one of his thoughts in the future.

"He said that he had collected the silk ...... in the South China Sea," the Emperor said, getting up and putting down the scroll, "and this is a wonderful thing! ”

"Could it be...... Is there really a merman? The eunuch asked curiously.

And over there in the hidden palace, Concubine Wang Gong is suffering alone, although the emperor set up the prince, and set up her son of a humble palace maid as the prince, but it was a last resort under the pressure of the queen mother, how could her son be satisfied, always just a prince with a false name, and she has always been neglected, for three years, she stayed in this Ciqing Palace every day, washed her face with tears, and endured the torture of Zheng Guifei, becoming a thorn in her eye, a nail in the flesh, and extremely poor treatment, How could the eunuch and palace maid treat her as a human being? More than ten years ago, she was like this, when has she ever been out of this sea of suffering? It is called that the heavens should not be, that the earth is not spiritual, and that the heavens will not open their eyes...... Pathetic, pathetic! Alas, alas!

Flowers fall to the ground, one after another, petal after petal, scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant.

Dancing and waving the long, thick whip that swirled around the whip post with the multicolored silk threads. In the wave, in mid-air, bursts of thunder were sent out, resounding through the sky.

"Jiu'er, your injuries are not healed yet!" Huang Yi Qu shook worriedly, dumbfounded, and screamed.

Jiu'er ignored it and continued to swing the long whip as if unscathed.

If she Murong Qingwan came back, could this position still be hers? She has to seize this time, step up her training, and go to the next level.

She fell down with a startled sound, and fell to the ground with a thud, it turned out that her foot was sprained, and the flesh on her back was scarred one after another, either painful or itchy.

If it weren't for the mercy of the little guy who was punished, it was not easy to pity the slaves, high and low, light and heavy, not all seventy percent of her strength, she would have been beaten to the ground, how could she stand here? Can you still raise your hand and whip it? I'm afraid, I can't even move my arms.

Huang Yi Qu Shao could only sigh secretly, since this Jiu'er entered the martial arts village hand in hand with her, she has been enchanted by the general confusion, every day is either diligent practice, or reading ancient books, day and night, the cycle repeats, but it has been out of reach of the position of Youling, far away, long way. Helplessly, she Murong Qingwan is talented and intelligent, and she is one step ahead of her every time.

As everyone knows, how much effort and effort has she put into her compared to her? How could she have done it with a few lashes today!

Jealousy is the devil, and this devil has unwittingly led her into the maelstrom. Everyone pities Ye Feng, just like now, everyone pities her Murong Qingwan, the only deficiency is that ugly and invisible face, everyone hopes that she Murong Qingwan is a natural beauty, without that defect, how good it should be, but this kind of perfection is her nightmare, how can she witness that someone better than her is better than her? 398

She longed for her face to be forever, living in the shadows and inferiority. It is precisely because of this, knowing that she Murong Qingwan is a natural ugly monster under the veil of mystery, the princes and nobles in the martial arts village don't even look at her! But those who don't know, but the more mysterious, the more unpredictable, the more they want to explore, there is no time not to see her Murong Qingwan's beautiful face, want to witness the moment when she is really willing to lift the curtain, after dancing thousands of times, that moment still has not come, and has not seen her true face, this time, she wants to unveil her mystery in front of everyone, let everyone know the unique ugliness beyond her beautiful body! Know how unbearable the goddess they toss and turn for day and night!

At the end of each month, in response to the wishes and expectations of the majority of "admirers", Murong Qingwan will wear a lotus skirt and dance under the Phoenix Tower in Wuzhuang. And those "admirers" are nothing more than literati and ink writers, composing poems and making fun, and this woman is their inexhaustible source of inspiration and source. In addition, how could anyone come to see her, a humble person with no details and no reason? Humble or humble, so humble that even dust is not as good as ......

There are also people who come to see Qingcheng in "One Green and One Zhu", which is also Liu Yan. Some people also look at her Jiu'er, and that's enough. The key is that she is not Youling, and they are not Youling, but now that she Murong Qingwan is sitting in this position, she Jiu'er will make her sit unstable and unreliable, and sooner or later she will fall from this position.

When she came, she told Master Liu that she was the daughter of the Murong family, so what did the ghost believe? The Murong family clearly has no women, even a son and a daughter, let alone any descendants, those two lonely people, the head of the family, I am afraid that they will accept her as a righteous daughter! Come to think of it, she Murong Qingwan is really unfathomable and clever.

And who she is, I don't know, but she is really a god......

Jiu'er pondered for a long time before she emptied her head and closed her eyes to rest.

The curved eyelashes are as beautiful as the crescent moon, beautiful like the fanning butterfly, when tired and tired, they will rest on the white jade jade that is as white as snow, and between the butterfly wings of the dark black forest is the star stone is bright, shining, like waves on the lake, also like ripples, beautiful and delicious, so that people suddenly feel pity, the small mouth is ruddy like a cherry, it is more ingenious, melon seed face, willow leaf eyebrows, exquisite, exquisite like a jade plate, the whole outline is reminiscent of the jade rabbit that was transformed in the Chang'e Palace, which looked, as if fleeing, out of the cage, I don't want to go back to the confinement, enjoy freedom, and be uneasy in a small world, even though it is the Heavenly Palace, it is the fairyland realm that everyone admires, the floor tiles are white and flawless, the jade is clean and ice-clear, and even the people are made of water in the fairy pond of Yao Chi, can you say that the people who live there are so dirty? The desire for profit is consumed, and the eagerness for quick success has all been eliminated and resolved, but what is the use of yearning for that holy place? You can't eat, you can't wear, you can't eat, you can't wear clothes.

How she wanted to miss nothing, didn't think about anything, her eyes were moist, red and red, her eyes were like red beads of pearls, her bones were turning, her small mouth was pouting tightly, and she was so upturned to form a bow, like the two corners of the cornice, so stubborn and tough.

Many desires, mixed thoughts, like a puddle, suffocated her breath, obviously it was an abyss, she still had to step on it, and she fell deeper and deeper; Even though it was a fire pit, she still had to jump, even though she knew what the consequences were, in case she was discovered, the punishment was far heavier than fifty lashes, she still had to do it, she had to do it, because she was unwilling in her heart, she was unwilling to fate, and she was not willing to let others occupy the identity and position that belonged to her.

Why should other people be masters, dragons and phoenixes, so easily, she can't climb to the sky in one step and climb the branches to be a phoenix?

She never wanted to go back to where she was, even though it was unpretentious and undefiled; Despite its small size, there is nothing strange and elusive about it.

But because of this, she is an ordinary person, she can't do anything, trying to be born as a poor fisherman's daughter, everyone hopes that in the next life will be a daughter, born rich and rich, with a lot of wealth, even if it is a wisp of duckweed in a big river, it is stronger than a narcissus in the stinky ditch of the small pond!

Countless such confessions, countless such moments, she was about to collapse, but after some entanglement, she still continued her thoughts, although she was about to collapse at a thought, but she still had to stumble to the end, not to hit the south wall and not to look back, and to go further and further on this wrong path.

Once, she did many bad things, all in order to continue on this road, and no one tried to stop her ambition.

Using her tricks, her tricks, taking advantage of the kindness and weakness of people's hearts, framing batch after batch of good sisters who were buried in the dark, and who were kept on her lips for unknown reasons, to the moment they were kicked out of Wuzhuang, they still helped people count money, it was really ridiculous and stupid!

Once, because of this, I was haunted by countless nightmares, woke up frightened, trapped in dreams, and prayed at the statue of God and Buddha in the back mountain, but to no avail, obviously did not kill anyone, but was punished by God like this.

Those servants who were kicked out of Wuzhuang, framed and their reputations were damaged, all of them were children of poor families, who would send their children to the cruel and ruthless Wuzhuang full of sword light and snow shadows for no reason? Eleven or twelve years old into Wuzhuang, or a little later, thirteen or fourteen years old, fifteen or sixteen years old, from the moment he stepped into the door of Wuzhuang, he was born as a person in Wuzhuang, and died as a ghost in Wuzhuang, which is equivalent to signing a deed of sale to others, and not everyone who enters Wuzhuang can become a Lingren as they wish, those who do not meet the requirements are eliminated, and those who are skeletal and strange, and are hit by a pair of "discerning eyes" of the selector, it is possible to continue to stay in Wuzhuang, and the remaining batch has been removed more than half, a wave of cuts, among the tens of millions, That person is the most valuable person.

And when the servant stays in Wuzhuang, he is a youth, and when he reaches the age of twenty-five, he will leave Wuzhuang, no matter who he is.

If you enter the door of Wuzhuang, you will be born, and if you leave the door of Wuzhuang, you will be dead!

Almost all the previous Youling positions are crowded to the point of blood, fighting for your life and death, and the one who stays is the one with extremely high means and the most vicious heart, who wants to climb to a high position, has to do it as a last resort.

There is no one who is not ruthless, and no one is born evil. If you want to be invincible, you must be the evil one, this is the wise saying!

Wuzhuang is like a pool of deep water, there are all kinds of demons and monsters in it, and it is often not someone else who will kill you, but the people you love and dearest around you. The undercurrent is surging, people's hearts are unpredictable, and everyone wants to seek a high position.

Only power and status are king. Whether it is green, yellow, or red, everyone is secretly competing, because this is the trend of the times, only the red clothes can enjoy the right to go out of the Wuzhuang twice a day, and only the red clothes can be allowed to visit their parents once a month, and only the red clothes can talk to the children of the princes and nobles and even the swordsmen of Wuzhuang, play chess and drink tea with the owner of the village, and compose poems and songs, otherwise, all these actions are regarded as transgressing the rules and regulations, and only the person in red can have the last laugh, be the master of the person, and climb the high branches. Only Hongyi has the opportunity to become one in ten thousand, this is the rule, this is the law of nature.

Could it be that when the yellow flower is about to fall at the age of twenty-five, it will wake up to a dream, and a vain is empty? But rather!