The morning light is faint, and the light smoke is light.

A little beggar looked up, did he think that there was a piece of smoke in the clouds in the sky that was from his hometown?

A carriage runs over a fallen Briar, and the Briar leaves the fragrance of flowers in the wheels, which is called tolerance. It's a pity that the wheels don't know how to be tolerant, and a group of beggars covered in mud curse the carriage with the most obscene words.

The carriage stopped, and a noble man stepped on his head and got out of the carriage. A group of beggars and a noble boy stared at each other.

The poor second generation continues to be poor, the rich second generation continues to be wealthy, and the second generation of officials continues to be powerful.

"Hit." The noble man did not like to talk to these lowly people, and he stepped on his head and got into the car, leaving a wail.

The little beggars are called Fengsu, and the beggars are neighbors to each other with similar poverty, like lowly weeds next to each other.

The hometown is too vague, and when Feng Su raised his head, the butterfly flapped its wings, so the morning light became twilight, and he stubbornly believed that the clouds in the sky were the smoke of his hometown.

Feng Su lay on his stomach in the mud, and in front of his lips was a briar that had been crushed into the dirt.

Feng Su saw a hand stretched out, he instinctively looked up, just a glance, his face was full of shyness.

That hand stubbornly did not retract, and Feng Su stubbornly did not reach out.

"My name is Qingmei." The owner of the hand spoke.

A seed suddenly grew out of the dust in Feng Su's heart and grew into an ideal tree. He stood under the tree of ideals and parted ways with the beggars.

He began to earn a living, and to make a living is not to survive. He was still humble, at least not on his knees. He looked back many times, but unfortunately he was mistaken.

When Feng Su met Qingmei for the second time, she was wearing a wedding dress, and Feng Su chased him all the way to Yingdu, and then stopped the carriage on the road, and he was holding a bouquet of wild roses in his hand.

When Feng Su first met Qingmei, he fell into the mud, the corners of his mouth were pouting with roses, and Qingmei stretched out his hand.

When Feng Su met Qingmei for the second time, Feng Su stopped in front of Yingdu, carrying a rose on his hand, and Qingmei was wearing a wedding dress.

Qingmei recognized Feng Su at a glance, she had seen Feng Su many times, watching him change from a little beggar to a little merchant, a little Laofu, and finally a chivalrous man. She also knew that Feng Su had a nice title - Rose Knight.

Feng Su was beaten by evil servants and fell into the mud, the tip of his nose sniffed the wild roses that were crushed into dust, was there a colorful tiger in his heart?

Feng Su didn't see the clouds in his hometown when he looked up, but only saw Qingmei, did he regard Qingmei as his rose?

Feng Su, the Rose Knight, saw Qingmei open the curtain and shook his head gently, and the colorful crown trembled slightly.

The wheels of the carriage run over the wild roses, and the wild roses leave the fragrance of flowers on the wheels, which is called tolerance.

The light smoke of the hometown rose and finally became a cloud, and then turned into rain and fell on another country.

The little beggar in the sludge sniffs the roses with the tip of his nose, and there is a tiger in his heart.

The seeds in the dust sprouted, and the little beggar grew into a rose knight and picked a bunch of roses.

Qingmei is about to get married, and the Rose Warrior stops the convoy.

Feng Su has always lived very simply, eating a little better than a beggar, a little worse than a dog, and just so simply survived.

Dogs also have the right to court, beggars do not, and Fengsu is sandwiched between dogs and beggars, which seems redundant.

He drew his sword, very simply, like everyone else, and finally alarmed the legendary Yingdu Praetorian Guard. At that time, Fu Cuo had just served as the commander of the Yingdu Praetorian Guard, and he fought with Feng Su, and finally subdued Feng Su.

Xiong Ran, the king of Chu, cherished his talents, and he summoned Feng Su with a gift, and this gift was Qingmei.

Since then, Yingdu has one more Praetorian Guard commander, who is silent, loyal, and very caring for his family.

Feng Su didn't remember where his hometown was, he only knew it far away, he occasionally raised his head, and at a glance he saw the clouds woven by the smoke of his hometown.

Feng Su planted a lot of roses, Qingmei liked it, and he liked it too.

Later, his husband was promoted to general by mistake, and Feng Su replaced the commander, he didn't like it, he was busy with more time, and he had less time to accompany Qingmei.

Xiong Ran asked Feng Su to guard the guests of Miao Sheng's mansion, and Feng Su did so, he broke the precepts and drank wine.

Feng Su rarely drank alcohol, because Qingmei didn't like to see him drunk.

Jiang Jue poured himself a drink and said: "How loving the King of Chu is, I used to be an idiot, just like a stubborn stone, flowing water will be avoided."

Feng Su remembered that he used to be a little beggar, if no one plucked the strings of fate, the little beggar should grow into a beggar and regenerate a bunch of little beggars.

The greatest thing about people is inheritance.

A pile of firewood will always burn out; The firewood is burned out, and the fire is passed on.

This is called the passing of the fire, and the same is true of people, the poor inherit the poor, the rich inherit wealth, and the noble inherit power.

Xiong Ran, the king of Chu, is really self-made? His ancestors can be traced back to King Chuling, the first king of Chu a hundred years ago, and can also be traced back to Nanjing, and then back to Gao Xin, the prince of the Yu Dynasty, and even to Yu Zhi, the ancestor of the Yu family.

This is an ancient family that has been passed down for more than a thousand years, and the power has been passed down from generation to generation.

Song Wang, Song Xiao, really has nothing? His ancestors can be traced back to the son of Shuli, as well as to King Wen, and even further back to the ancestor of the Li family.

It is also an ancient family that has been passed down for a thousand years, and the power has been passed down from generation to generation.

The similar childhood experience made Feng Su feel sympathy for Jiang Jue.

"Have a far-sighted mind, and think about it." Jiang Jue remembered what Pu Miao had said. Then I have a far-sighted ambition and always think of a piece of soil in my hometown.

Fengsu also has a hometown, and he always likes to look up at the clouds in the sky and look for the smoke of his hometown. His hometown was very vague, so he begged in another country, and finally the clouds of his hometown turned into rain in another country, and the other country became his hometown.

Feng Su reluctantly touched the wine bowl with Jiang Jue, and then became a listener and listened to Jiang Jue's joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

Feng Su is a qualified listener, he is like a silent river, containing the joys, sorrows and sorrows of the confidant.

Feng Su rarely made friends, and there were only two of them, one was a man, half was a husband, and half was Jiang Jue.

Simple relationships, simple positions, and a simple love.

Feng Su asked for very few extravagant things, and it was very simple, but unfortunately God didn't even let him have this simple love, Qingmei died, and died of dystocia.

Jiang Jue also confided in him that he didn't want to marry Miao Miao, and that he loved Jing Qijun.

Feng Su rarely drank alcohol, and this night he and Jiang Jue were drunk and rested, and the wine altar bottomed out.

Grief is like a whip that whips an old horse into a thousand miles.

After the death of the Baili Blue Bird, Miao bitterly forged the sword and became famous.

After Jia Meng's death, the muse forged the sword, and Jia Meng made an appointment to fight Fubai.

When the survival of the fang country was in danger, Jiang Wangshu returned with a sword and swept thousands of troops.

After Jiang Wangshu fell, Jiang Jue killed people for thousands of miles.

The death of Qingmei, this jar of wine, is in the middle of the heart.

After that, Feng Su fought with Jiang Wangshu and didn't stop him, but after nearly a hundred moves.

The state of Chu needs a martial saint, and Xiong Ran is kind to Feng Su, so Feng Su played a sword with Haimin in the Luoyi School Palace, and he was flat.

Chu State crusaded against Wu Yue, although Feng Su was the main general, there was not much brilliance, after all, the 500,000 Chu army crushed and destroyed all the way, except for fighting with Haimin twice, more often Feng Su was in the army.

The family background of Xiong Ran, the king of Chu, is left by an ancient family that has been inherited for thousands of years It is no accident that Xiong Ran can reign in the world, at least it is much stronger than the shallow foundation of the Northern Emperor Qin Huai.

The final battle Feng Su finally appeared, and the opponent was Jiang Jue.

The relationship between Feng Su and Jiang Jue is not deep or shallow, and the friendship of a jar of wine.

Feng Su used to be a little beggar, and after seeing Qingmei, he began to reject the identity of the little beggar, and the dust in his heart bloomed into a wild rose.

So the little beggar became a little merchant, going around and around, and when he was older, he became a laborer, and finally became a chivalrous man.

Feng Su and the beggars were neighbors of each other with the same poverty, and they parted ways with different choices.

Feng Su didn't understand Jiang Jue, knowing that everything was in vain, why should he die in vain?

Feng Su once told each other about his joys, sorrows, and sorrows when he pushed down the cup and changed the lamp, and Jiang Jue said that he had a desolate and vast reckless heart, and he couldn't fit too many people. Feng Su touched his chest, he knew that he had a simple heart, and Xiong Ran, the king of Chu, gave Qingmei to him in marriage, so he was willing to go to the soup for Xiong Ran, the king of Chu.

Feng Su always thought that he was the same as Jiang Jue, and he was sure that if he had the opportunity to drink with Jiang Jue again, he would completely recognize this friend.

Goodbye Jiang Jue, he knows that the two are different, there are very few people Feng Su cares about, and Jiang Jue cares about a lot of people.

"Jiang Jue, I owe you wine, I will give it to you in the future." Feng Su made up his mind to retreat to the mountains and forests after this battle, and planted wild roses.

In February of the first year of Xinli, the Chu Dynasty, Yingdu.

Emperor Xiong Ran of Chu and Feng Su Yuexia boiled wine and drank together, accompanied by Mrs. Song Qiaoyu and Chu Chu.

Feng Su was drunk for the second time, but unfortunately it was not Jiang Jue who was sitting on the opposite side.

"Chu Chu, wait for General Feng to rest." Emperor Xiong Ran of Chu was full of wine and food, and said calmly, as if he was ordering an inconsequential matter.

Chu Chu and Xiong Ran were compatriots, she closed the door with tears in her eyes and took off her gorgeous clothes.

Mrs. Song Qiaoyu remembered his father Song Xiao for no reason, Song Xiao was also so cold-blooded and ruthless at the beginning, right?

Qiaoyu knew that Xiong Ran had changed, and Xiong Ran, the once wise and martial king of Chu, had now completely changed the heart of an emperor.

The word love is bound for a lifetime.

Fortunately, Feng Su is a little beggar, with no family ties and no warmth.

The former rose knight was tied to the word love in Yingdu.

Feng Su had the idea of retreating, and when he woke up, there were two more people beside him, he tried his best to recall that last night, he asked to resign and go into hiding, Xiong Ran, the king of Chu, set up a banquet with wine, and Mrs. Song Qiaoyu and Chu Chu were accompanied, and then Feng Su didn't know anything about it.

He got dressed and heard Chu Chu crying, and the woman's tears were like a whip soaked in water, and he was at a loss.

"The most ruthless emperor's family......" Chu Chu whimpered like a kitten, she stared at Feng Su resentfully, making Feng Su bow his head in shame.

Feng Su knew that he would not be able to fly out of the palm of Emperor Xiong Ran of Chu in his life, he was like an innocent bird, with a thousand jun boulders tied to his feet, and a Chu Chu poor bird tied to the bottom of the Qianjun boulders, he could only fly forward endlessly.