Huo Qingzhou felt that these horses were approaching him step by step, and these horses could trample him to death without the use of these dead soldiers.

The fear that he had never felt before came up, Huo Qingzhou suddenly felt very worthless, he never thought that one day he would die like this.

Died under a group of horses' hooves, died in the barren mountains and mountains, and even for a few years and decades after his death, no one would know where he died, and a few years later, a woodcutter occasionally found a few bones in the mountain stream that were gnawed by wild beasts, and scolded him in a bad voice, far away, but he didn't know that those bones still with tooth marks were the last traces of the famous Qingzhou Gongzi in this world.

Huo Qingzhou felt that if he wrote all this into the word book, it would definitely provoke the tears of thousands of girls, and if it spread all over the streets and alleys through the mouth of the storyteller, it would definitely be a tragedy for the ages.

Woohoo mourning, the world is long, my heart is entangled! This life is gone, and there is no pursuit in the next life!

Huo Qingzhou didn't know where the strength came from, he got up from the ground with a snort, the pain of being thrown by Qingluan was nothing, he didn't want to die, he couldn't die.

He is eighteen years old, in the mood for love, his ambition has not been rewarded, and he has not seen all the Chang'an flowers in one night, so why should he become a dry bone that even the beast is too lazy to gnaw on?

"Get out of here, why are you so close to me, get out of here, get out of the way!"

The horses were still stomping their hooves, and the sound of hooves was soft and cheerful, as if a game of fun was being played.

Yes, this is a game for Zhanhuai, a game with people and horses to participate in.

And for him Huo Qingzhou, this is also a game, a game of death, a game of death if you don't agree.

"Tell Zhanhuai, Lao Tzu is gone!"

When Huo Qingzhou returned to the small courtyard full of sadness again, he thought that he had gone to the wrong place.

The yard was apparently cleaned and carefully arranged.

The door that was kicked and broken by him has been replaced, and the wooden door with carved mahogany wood is still hung with the curtain of the four seasons of red plum and snow.

There are plum blossoms under the verandah, and even the dead branches in the courtyard are hung with red and pink silk fake flowers.

There were two pots of narcissus in the room, and a plum bottle was placed on the empty table of the eight immortals, and a handful of newly cut plum branches were inserted, and the faint fragrance of plum filled the whole room.

There was a brazier in the house, and Huo Qingzhou took a look, using silver frost charcoal, without a little smoke and dust.

The bed was covered with new futons, which were actually the finest Hangzhou silk and Suzhou embroidery. There is an extra bookcase in the house, and a half-new pen wash is placed on the bookcase, which looks like a good thing. The pen is a lake pen, the ink is Hui ink, the inkstone is an inkstone, and there is a stack of Xue Tao's notes that exude a faint fragrance of flowers.

A handsome girl stood in front of the bookcase, and saw him come in, revealing a sweet pear vortex.

"The slave maid Xiaoye was sent by the fifth master to serve the son."

Huo Qingzhou has already learned Hokkien dialect, although Xiaoye in front of him speaks official dialect, but there is a Hokkien dialect that cannot be concealed in that official dialect.

"From Fujian?" Huo Qingzhou asked coldly.

Xiao Ye nodded generously: "The slave maid is from Fujian, and the first time she came to Beizhili, she didn't speak well in the official language, which made the son smile." ”

Zhanhuai would never send his own girl to serve him, he came all the way, unless he brought his own girl, otherwise this so-called slave is not a real girl, but one of those dead soldiers in Zhanhuai.

"You're a dead man?" Huo Qingzhou asked directly.

Xiao Ye still has that sweet but generous tone: "The slave and maid don't know if they are dead soldiers, the slave and maid were singled out at the age of five, and they have learned all the swords, guns, swords, and halberds, but the best thing for the slave and maid is the flying knife, which is fatal with one knife." If the son wants to see it, the slave and maid will practice it for the child. ”

Huo Qingzhou shook his head again and again: "I don't want to see it, I don't want to see it, I don't need to be served, you go back and tell Zhanhuai, just say that I have his heart, I am still a child, and it is inevitable that I will think more about it if I guard a pretty girl, if I break my body one day, it will be bad, right, you just go and tell your fifth master." ”

Xiao Ye listened to him quietly, and she was not shy, she just nodded, but she didn't look like she was going to leave.

Huo Qingzhou felt that these horses were approaching him step by step, and these horses could trample him to death without the use of these dead soldiers.

The fear that he had never felt before came up, Huo Qingzhou suddenly felt very worthless, he never thought that one day he would die like this.

Died under a group of horses' hooves, died in the barren mountains and mountains, and even for a few years and decades after his death, no one would know where he died, and a few years later, a woodcutter occasionally found a few bones in the mountain stream that were gnawed by wild beasts, and scolded him in a bad voice, far away, but he didn't know that those bones still with tooth marks were the last traces of the famous Qingzhou Gongzi in this world.

Huo Qingzhou felt that if he wrote all this into the word book, it would definitely provoke the tears of thousands of girls, and if it spread all over the streets and alleys through the mouth of the storyteller, it would definitely be a tragedy for the ages.

Woohoo mourning, the world is long, my heart is entangled! This life is gone, and there is no pursuit in the next life!

Huo Qingzhou didn't know where the strength came from, he got up from the ground with a snort, the pain of being thrown by Qingluan was nothing, he didn't want to die, he couldn't die.

He is eighteen years old, in the mood for love, his ambition has not been rewarded, and he has not seen all the Chang'an flowers in one night, so why should he become a dry bone that even the beast is too lazy to gnaw on?

"Get out of here, why are you so close to me, get out of here, get out of the way!"

The horses were still stomping their hooves, and the sound of hooves was soft and cheerful, as if a game of fun was being played.

Yes, this is a game for Zhanhuai, a game with people and horses to participate in.

And for him Huo Qingzhou, this is also a game, a game of death, a game of death if you don't agree.

"Tell Zhanhuai, Lao Tzu is gone!"

When Huo Qingzhou returned to the small courtyard full of sadness again, he thought that he had gone to the wrong place.

The yard was apparently cleaned and carefully arranged.

The door that was kicked and broken by him has been replaced, and the wooden door with carved mahogany wood is still hung with the curtain of the four seasons of red plum and snow.

There are plum blossoms under the verandah, and even the dead branches in the courtyard are hung with red and pink silk fake flowers.

There were two pots of narcissus in the room, and a plum bottle was placed on the empty table of the eight immortals, and a handful of newly cut plum branches were inserted, and the faint fragrance of plum filled the whole room.

There was a brazier in the house, and Huo Qingzhou took a look, using silver frost charcoal, without a little smoke and dust.

There were two pots of narcissus in the room, and a plum bottle was placed on the empty table of the eight immortals, and a handful of newly cut plum branches were inserted, and the faint fragrance of plum filled the whole room.

There was a brazier in the house, and Huo Qingzhou took a look, using silver frost charcoal, without a little smoke and dust.