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There are flowers blooming in spring, cool breeze in summer, heavy snow in winter, and autumn, of course, the deepest impression is the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Do the right things at the right time, in the right place, and these beautiful things will reside in the best moments of our memory.

It's just that this Mid-Autumn Festival in Chu is not peaceful, and the fall of Guiyang is not a good thing for the new emperor.

At this moment, in the city of Guangzhou, thousands of miles away from Changsha, the night is still as clear as ever, and the transparent and round autumn rain is like a crystal piercing the silent night sky, and it has been falling continuously since the day Murong Du died.

At present, Guizhou Province is in flames, the war is urgent, if there is any flood, this is undoubtedly worse for the state of Chu, where military capital is tight and the treasury is empty.

Eighty miles outside the city of Guangzhou, in the plain area here, an army of 150,000 troops was stationed. This army is called the "Tiger Roaring Army".

For Southern Chu, this army can be said to be a talisman of the south. Since the founding of the state of Chu Taizu and the capture of Guangdong Province by Southern Chu, this army has been stationed here to deter the restless tribes in the south.

The long autumn rain lasted for a full week and finally stopped yesterday.

Tonight, the moon and stars are scarce, and the moon in the sky responds to the old saying, "The moon of fifteen is round and round." ”

In a solemn corner of the barracks, under the roaring bonfire, Montaigne was skillfully roasting the iron fork, the fragrant pheasant meat, and the clear night breeze mixed with the tempting aroma of meat wafted by, attracting recognition and drooling.

Montaigne roasted it carefully, and when he felt that the heat was almost there, he handed his right hand to his side, and before he could look back, the chicken in his hand was gone.

When I looked sideways, I saw that Mengyi's eyes were already glowing green, and Kuang ate it happily.

After gobbling up a big bite, he raised his eyes and glanced at the eldest brother on the side, and praised repeatedly: "Brother, your roast chicken skills are getting better and better, it's simply unmatched." ”

As he spoke, he didn't forget to wink at Murong Nancheng beside him, "You're right, Nancheng." ”

When Murong Nancheng heard this, he smiled helplessly, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Uncle Yi, you patronize and eat, but you don't give me a taste, how do I know." ”

"Oh, that's right, but Nancheng is so tempting that Uncle Yi can't help but eat it by himself. Forgive me! Meng saw that Murong Nancheng had an aggrieved expression, so he smiled slightly and said, "Big brother, hurry up and roast it, this one is ready for Nancheng." ”

Then he continued to eat deliciously, and there was no time to take care of the two of them.

At this time, Montaigne finished baking another serving, and handed him to Murong Nancheng, and when he handed it, he was still busy instructing: "Eat slowly, be careful of scalding." ”

"Yes, yes, or Uncle Tian is the best for me." After Murong Nancheng finished speaking, he tilted his head again and didn't forget to tease Meng Yi, "How do you look like someone." ”

When he said this, his nasal voice was deliberately aggravated, and the pair of crescent-like eyes looked at Meng Yi with a smile.

Meng Yi was not annoyed by this, raised his eyes and stared at the sadistic gaze cast by the other party, he shot back with a smile: "Nancheng, what you said is not right, in fact, Uncle Yi is trying it for you first, in case there is a problem with this chicken, you can know in advance, right!" Hey, you still misunderstand me, why don't you understand Uncle Yi's good intentions at all? ”

When Meng Yi said this, his face was serious, and what he said was reasonable, justified, and serious.

Murong Nancheng stuck out his tongue speechlessly, he snorted lightly all his life, knowing that it was difficult to take advantage of the other party in terms of mouth, so he obediently stopped eating meat and stopped talking.

On the spacious land of Yima Pingchuan, a gust of autumn wind blew from the river not far from the two. This cool autumn breeze has a unique fragrance of clear river water.

After drinking and eating, Murong Nancheng lay on the soft green grass, his crescent-like eyes flashed, staring at the vast and boundless sky, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Suddenly, a meteor in the night sky streaked under the quiet night sky, leaving a pale golden arc while tearing through the night sky, all of which was captured by his daze eyes.

Although it flashed under the starry sky in the north, the moment it was crossed was still seen by Murong Nancheng, I don't know why, when he saw the falling star, he only felt an unprecedented pain in his chest, like a sharp sword piercing his entire heart.

This kind of severe pain is not far from the pain when I was shocked to hear about the nightmare of my parents and brothers.

The roast chicken **** that was originally held in his hand fell down between the trembling of his fingers, and a trace of cold sweat rolled down from his forehead.

"Nancheng, what's wrong with you?" Meng Yi on the side was the first to notice Murong Nancheng's abnormal movements, and asked eagerly.

Murong Nancheng's eyes closed slightly, pulled the corners of his mouth, shook his head slightly, and said, "I, I'm fine, it's just that my chest is here, and I twitched for no reason." Hurt! It hurts! ”

Montaigne, who was grilling meat skewers, stopped what he was doing, he looked up at Murong Nancheng, a look of unknown meaning flashed in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Does it still hurt?" Does it matter? ”

"Much better...... Murong Nancheng shook his head, touching his chest with his hand that was extremely painful just now, his expression was confused for a while, what was going on with this feeling just now, it was like a part of his body, torn apart, and it hurt hotly.

Three days later.

Due to the accident three days earlier, Montaigne was worried that Murong Nancheng was unwell, so he forcibly ordered him to return to Guangzhou first and recuperate in the Guangzhou Palace.

On this day, the sky was bright, Murong Nancheng got up early in the morning today, walked to the courtyard of the palace, looked up at the sky, and saw a gloomy, as if a rainstorm was about to come unexpectedly.

As usual, after practicing martial arts in the courtyard, he walked straight to the dining room.

When he walked into the lobby, he saw Wen Ying (Princess Murong) and Qin'er sitting at the table, chatting with great interest.

"What are you talking about, talking so energetically!" He twisted his body and walked straight over, and when he reached the table, he did it with a butt and asked with a smile.

"Daddy, daddy, you forgot, Qin'er will be eight years old next month, daddy, you promised Qin'er that you would teach Qin'er martial arts when she was eight years old, you still remember this Daddy." Murong Qin happily approached Murong Nancheng's side and said.

"Oh, is there anything else? How I don't remember. The corners of Murong Nancheng's lips raised a brilliant arc.

"Ah, Daddy, do you want to cheat? No, if you cheat on your father, then Qin'er will never pay attention to your father in the future. The corners of Murong Qin's mouth twitched, and he said angrily.

Murong Nancheng's eyes rolled, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked: "Haha, Qin'er, how could Daddy forget about this, don't worry, I remember." ”

"Well, I said it earlier!" Murong Qin raised his delicate chin proudly, and a hint of expected smile flashed in his eyes.

"But this martial arts practice is very hard, especially for girls." Murong Nancheng chuckled and looked at his daughter with a burning look of longing, pursed his lips and said, "When the time comes, you don't want to give up halfway after learning halfway." ”

"No, it won't. Daddy, don't worry, Qin'er will never let you down. Murong Qin said seriously.

When the father and daughter were talking with a shallow smile, Li Wenying didn't interject, he just smiled elegantly, didn't say anything, and silently handed the dishes and chopsticks to the two of them.

Then he said unhurriedly: "Okay, okay, eat first, come, husband, give, your favorite millet porridge." ”

Seeing the porridge handed by his wife, Murong Nancheng smiled and said, "It's still the best for me." ”

Li Wenying smiled and nodded, she paused, looked at Murong Nancheng who picked up the small bowl and ate it in a big bite, the smile in the corner of her eyes became a little thicker, and she said softly: "By the way, husband, I forgot to tell you, your work and rest have been a little irregular in the past few days, and you were so drunk yesterday, so I added a few spoonfuls of white vinegar to this porridge." Sober up your wine and tone your body. ”

As soon as Murong Nancheng heard this, the rice porridge that he had swallowed half of it squirted out in one gulp, he glared at the other party angrily, and said, "Li Wenying, you mother-in-law, why didn't you say it earlier!" You did it on purpose. ”

Regarding the former's criticism, Li Wenying smiled lightly and unhurriedly: "Why didn't you say it earlier, I just handed you the porridge, didn't you say it right away?" As she spoke, she winked at Murong Qin again and said, "Qin'er, what my mother said is right!" ”

"That's right, Daddy is yourself too anxious, no wonder your mother." Murong Qin said.

Murong Nancheng's expression froze, "You ......" (to be continued.) )

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