"Senior sister." Li Rubai's hands and feet were sore, like lead, and he crawled over with a rolling belt, what is the demeanor of the second son of the Li family and the little uncle, completely gone, when he came to the front, his knees were weak, and he sat down on the grass with his ass, and when he saw the position that Yan Qingwei was holding with his hands, he knew that his junior sister was afraid that it was ...... The height of the little tartar is about a little bit in Yan Qingwei's jaw, after pulling out the dagger, the right hand is held in front of the chest, the left hand is blocking the handle of the knife, and the upper body is tilted forward, there is a weight acceleration, the hands are actually not forced, only play a fixed role, the body forward is the force of the dagger to pierce in, from this point of view, you can know that he has used a knife since he was a child, don't look at him small, when he grows up, he must be a dog tartar who will harm my Daming border.

This has nothing to do with good and evil, good and evil, that is, the two nations compete for living space, the Ming Dynasty does not allow the Mengyuan Tartars to go south to graze, such as the position they are in now, in the time of the Yongle Emperor, it was still the territory directly under the jurisdiction of the Ming Dynasty, but then Duoyan Sanwei gradually invaded the south, of course, the word southern invasion is what our Han people said, the Mengyuan Tartars are called the right to live in grazing, they live in the water and grass, thinking that where the water and grass are abundant, they should go to where the water and grass are abundant, which is almost irreconcilable, and it is useless to say with the mouth, It is necessary to reason with iron and sword with these Tartars.

In the later generations, the Manchu Qing Dynasty entered the customs five times, that is, from the place where the obedient officials are now staying, they drove straight into the Beijing Division.

Like the little Tartar who was shot to death, it seems to be very pitiful from the perspective of later generations, but don't forget, this is the twelfth year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty, 1584 in the Western calendar, there is no hybrid rice, and there is no Yuan Longping.

Every more barbarian means that there will be one less person in my Han family, a very simple arithmetic problem, in this era, a famine year, will allow millions of people to migrate and escape, and every additional silver of the nine-sided military salary will make the people pay an extra blood and sweat, and talk about benevolence and righteousness to the Tartars? Do you exchange the blood of your own relatives for righteousness? It's really ridiculous, it turns out that benevolence and righteousness are to let one's own family die and let outsiders live and nourish, this benevolence is even more shameless than the sentence of the Nala clan in later generations [Rather give to friends than with domestic slaves].

Therefore, the obedient official will not jump to his feet and applaud and say that Tartar [die well, die well, die croaking], saying this will inevitably be suspected of ** youth, he will only hint at Nuer Hachi, a head of forty taels of silver, the more the merrier, in this way, that is a literary youth. As for Miss Yan, to say that she is a brain-disabled young man, it is inevitable that it is a little unreasonable, beauties always have privileges, I can only say that she has not read "The Farmer and the Snake", just like the classic lines in the later Ge You's movie "Big Names" said, the film and television industry has supplemented calcium, in fact, calcium supplementation is useless, so many turtles, stupid, brain-dead, calcium supplementation cannot cure brain-dead.

Of course, the brain damage will be cured naturally with the passage of time, but Miss Yan is afraid that she will not be able to wait for that day, that knife cut the abdominal artery, a large amount of blood seeped out, and she couldn't cover it, and her face turned pale almost instantly.

Li Rubai roared, covered his face and turned to get on the horse, pulled out his waist knife on the horse, clamped the horse's belly between his legs, and rushed out with the extraordinary jade flower of the crotch, but after a few breaths, he rushed into the tartar, and slashed out with a knife, while the blood splashed, tears also flowed down his face: The teacher, the disciple is incompetent, and he didn't even take care of the junior sister...... In the distance, the slave Hachi was anxious, and Yan Qingwei turned around when he was stabbed, but Miss Yan had no direct stake in him, so she could only say that she was going to shoot the Governor's ass, and Li Rubai was a good ...... He was in a cold sweat almost instantly, the second son was the godfather's favorite one, and he shouted sharply at the moment: "Yan Worm Year, dog slave, don't protect the little uncle...... The slave in the back of Yan Worm Nian has actually followed up a long time ago, with dozens of female elites behind him, like this kind of slave with raised eyebrows, how could he let go of such an opportunity to lick the ditch and give the master an egg.

The scene was very chaotic, the sound of screams, the sound of horses' hooves, Yan Qingwei couldn't hear these, she only felt a little dizzy in her brain, the surrounding images were clear for a while, blurred for a while, there were cries of women and children, galloping horses, and vaguely the harsh sound of swords cutting meat.

Holding the wound in her lower abdomen tightly, she only felt that the strength in her body was passing, her legs were weak, and she was about to fall down slowly, and a figure rushed over and caught her.

The big eyes that can be called bright eyes are beginning to be godless, the clouds in the sky are reflected in the pupils, and the blue sky reflects her eyes a little blue, and she can't help but murmur: "What the teacher said is really right, the sky outside the plug is ...... blue than the south of the Yangtze River."

The obedient official who knelt on the ground and hugged her was still a little sad, but he was stimulated by this line full of [demented literary woman] feeling and couldn't cry or laugh, at this time, you Miss Yan is still thinking about this, and it can be regarded as a literary woman who has arrived home, and she is really worthy of being the female disciple of Mr. Qingteng Xu Wenchang.

She looked at the blue sky for a while, and for some reason, she suddenly felt a little energetic, and on her pale face, there was a trace of blush on her cheeks, like the best rouge, at this moment, the white was translucent, and Miss Yan was extraordinarily beautiful...... "Zheng Guofan." She was a little sober, looking at the cheeks of the obedient official, and couldn't help but reach out to caress them, the tentacles were warm, this was the first time she had touched a man like this in eighteen years.

What a beautiful man he is! It's like what Xiao Qian said: Oops! Miss, his face is like condensed fat, his eyes are like paint, his eyes are like a variety of jade, at first sight, like a jade mountain going up, the light reflects people, his posture is like a spring moon willow, he is in the midst of everyone, like a pearl and jade among the tiles and stones...... She couldn't help but feel embarrassed, and her face was flushed.

Looking at the other party like this, the obedient official was in his heart, this is clearly a return to the light, for a while, he was also a little unbearable, the great hatred, at this time it will also fade, not to mention, he and Yan Qingwei, where is there any great hatred, speaking of which, or happy to be more enemies, I can't help but think of when he went south to Ningbo, on the sea ship, his own head back to the cabin, the other party took Xiaoqian out of the cabin, and the two met in the aisle:

Miss Yan, see you.

Zheng Xianggong, Wan Fu.

At this moment, the obedient official's eyes also moistened a little, just like later generations said, the most perfect person is at the memorial service, and at this moment, Miss Yan is obviously perfect.

"Don't ask for the dew in the bottle, for the beggar Chang'e outside the threshold......" Yan Qingwei muttered the poem that the good official said casually when he was sarcastically constipated by the big head on the sea boat, at that time, Xiaoqian mistakenly thought that the other party was a poem made because of the name of the young lady, and muttered it twice, with a hint of pleading in her eyes, "Zheng Guofan, can you make another poem for me?" ”

Looking at her big deer-like eyes with a pleading look, the obedient official's heart suddenly turned into butter cut by a red-hot dinner knife, soft to tears.

“…… One generation and one pair in a lifetime, fighting for two souls.

Lovesick and not blind date, who is the spring for the sky?

The pulp is easy to beg for the blue bridge, and the medicine is difficult to run into the blue sea.

If you visit Oxford, you will be relatively poor. ”

The biggest charm of poetry is that it can infect people, this situation and this scene, the obedient official chanted a painting Tang Chun, and he was sad, and the tears couldn't help but roll down, Miss Yan smiled all over her face, and reached out to wipe the tears on her cheeks for him, "A pair of people from generation to generation in a lifetime, lovesick and not blind date." That's a good thing to say, Zheng Liangguan, do you know, since I met you, I have dreamed of you every night, and in my dreams, you kiss me, kiss me, touch me, and ......"

Her face was shy, slowly rubbing the cheeks of the obedient official, these words, usually she would never and would never dare to say, but at this time, she knew that if she didn't say it, she would never have a chance, "As long as you coax me so little, I am willing, but you are so stubborn and stubborn, every time I am angry, my heart hurts......"

She muttered in a low voice, and then felt a little cold on her body, "It's so cold, can you hold me tighter, it's like in a dream......"

The obedient official's eyes were sour, he stretched out his arms to hug her tightly, and put his cheeks on it, the girl's cheeks were soft and smooth, with a bullet surname...... Burst!

Li Rubai cut off the head of a Tartar with a knife, and there are fewer and fewer Tartars who resist, and Tartars are also people, and they will be afraid, and if they are killed too much, they will also numbly kneel on the ground and wait to be slashed, which has nothing to do with the nationality and blood surname, but the human surname.

"Nurhar, kill all these Tartars for me, kill them all." Li Rubai's bloodshot eyes stared at Nuer Hachi, Nuer Hachi ate his gaze, even if he had a good relationship with him, he was also a little creepy, but he grew up in the Li family, he was still very able to speak, he rode a horse to Li Rubai's side, and said in a low voice: "Second son, do you want to keep some, maybe the metropolitan governor wants these people to make a show for the rest of the Tartar officials of the guards......

Li Rubai was furious, and as soon as the knife in his hand was horizontal, he put it on Nu'er Hachi's shoulder, "If you don't kill them, I will kill you......"

"Little uncle, little uncle." The loyal slave Yan Qinian hurriedly turned over and dismounted and knelt in front of Li Rubai, "The pioneer official is not for the side, but for the great governor's clever plan, for the court, and for the Li family!" ”

The dog slave kowtowed to Li Rubai while talking, and after a few clicks, his forehead was broken, and the slave Hachi who was sitting on the horse was quite moved in his heart, this slave was loyal.

Li Rubai turned over and dismounted, kicked Yan Worm Nian, and shouted angrily: "Fart, these people must die, get out, you don't kill, I'll kill ......" said, carrying a waist knife to the side of those Tartars who knelt on the ground, where did the female elite soldiers who detained the captives on the left and right dare to stop him, this is the commander of the Tieling Guard, the real official of the imperial court in charge of the three guards of Jianzhou, under Li Rubai's glare, all took a few steps back, not to mention that those who have fought old battles know that they kill too many people, and sometimes they will fall into a kind of blood obsession, I've got to wait for him to vent.

After cutting more than a dozen heads, the knife in Li Rubai's hand was blunt, and he slashed at the neck and neck bone of a Tartar, which was inlaid on it and couldn't pull it out, and he couldn't cut it down, so he simply kicked it over, and the tartar couldn't die, he couldn't come alive, twitching on the ground, like a chicken that had been cut, his throat made a strange gurgling sound, and he jumped more than a dozen times, and then he died.

The eyes of those captives were full of sluggishness and death, but they didn't have the heart to resist at all, only Si took the risk, although they were captured, in the end, they were the patriarchs, and they couldn't help but shout: "You can't kill me, I'm a thousand households of the Ming Dynasty, you can't kill me......"

Li Rubai's eyes were full of murderous energy, he threw the knife with the blade to the ground, and casually pulled out the knife from the waist of a female elite soldier next to him, turned over and bought a knife for Si Li, and immediately cut him to the ground, and then went crazy, slashing at him again and again, scolding while chopping: "Lying in the groove mud Malegobi, dog Tartar, dog Tartar, dog Tartar ......"

I don't know how many knives he cut, or Nuer Hachi hugged him, Li Rubai panted like a cow, at this time his physical strength and spirit were already at the end of his strong crossbow, and he didn't break free after a few struggles, staring at his blood-red eyes and shouting: "Let go of my ......"

"Little uncle, second brother, he's dead, dead...... He who dies cannot die anymore. Nuer Hachi shouted twice, then let go of his hand, and the boss on the ground was lying in a pool of blood, his body twitched and twitched, but all around him were old and fighting, and at a glance, he knew that this was just a reaction of the corpse, not to mention anything else, just the blood that flowed out was enough to die ten times.

Fighting in the era of cold weapons is extremely physically demanding, not to mention that Li Rubai is still physically and mentally exhausted, at this time, he finally couldn't bear it, his legs were weak, he knelt on the ground, gasping for breath, at this time, he was a little sober.

Next to Nuer Hachi, he handed over a leather bag of liquor, Li Rubai took it and drank a big sip in his hand, stabbed the knife on the ground, stood up with the knife, looked left and right, all around were the corpses of the Tartars, and there were some prisoners alive, but it was estimated that there were at most a hundred or so people left, and the other party was tantamount to being wiped out.

For a while, he was sad in his heart, so what, junior sister...... Can the junior sister turn around!

He turned around and strode away, and when he arrived at the obedient official, he saw him kneeling on the ground, holding his sister in his arms, his cheeks against his cheeks, looking from his position, he could see half of his sister's face, her face was pale and bloodless, but there was a smile at the corner of her mouth...... At this moment, the iron-beaten man couldn't control it, and his tears couldn't help but roll down, and he knelt on the ground at once, choking and said: "Teacher, I'm sorry, it's all the disciples who are incompetent and don't take good care of the junior sister." ”

The obedient official noticed that the delicate body in his arms was gradually cooling, and he regretted it at this time, why bother fighting with her for a long time, but it was too late to regret it at this time!

Mao Lilan silently walked to his Royal Highness's side, looked at the girl in His Highness's arms, and sighed faintly in his heart, although the other party is the young lady of Mingguo, but there seems to be a shadow of his past, who is right and who is wrong, who wins and who loses, it is really so important or, even if he is right, His Highness is wrong, His Royal Highness apologizes, and it seems that there is no piece of meat on his body (the sentence of growing a piece of meat on his body is still what she learned after she arrived in the Ming Dynasty), but why ...... Thinking of this, she silently clasped her palms, closed her eyes and prayed, hoping that the other party could become Bodhita, prayed for a while, opened her eyes, bent down and said softly: "Your Highness, the concubine knows that you feel uncomfortable, but Miss Yan has become a Buddha, let her rest in heaven!" ”

(To be continued)