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"Learn the piano one by one, Sister Qiuzang is good, Sister Wancui is good. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Yuan Kong felt that he had just run away, and looked at Wan Cui with some embarrassment.

Qiuzang gave the prince a smile back, but Wan Cui ignored it directly, and only talked to his brother one by one, saying: "Brother, you are playing, don't disturb Sister Wan Cui teaching the piano." ”

Hearing Yiyi's words, Wan Cui was cold-faced, but she couldn't help laughing. Then the face that finally collapsed couldn't be cold anymore, and it seemed that the unhappiness just now disappeared in this laugh.

Yuan Kong went to find a stone bench and sat down, he was really not interested in learning music, he couldn't listen to the music, and he couldn't feel any of those artistic conceptions.

But he still finds it very interesting to watch his sister learn the piano. He thinks that his sister is still a talented girl who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and poetry when she grows up.

Thinking of this, Yuan Kong thought of the interesting, erudite old man Wang, and the expressionless Grandpa Zhao, and of course, the grandson of Grandpa Zhao's family, Mao Mao.

Looking at Yiyi's serious little appearance, Yuan Kong didn't know why Yiyi was so interested, but he was not interested at all.

The days passed day by day, eating delicious food every day, learning the tea ceremony, listening to stories, and accompanying my sister.

Until this day. The Holy Lord returned to Beijing in triumph.

There's no guard of honor, or any kind of blowing or beating. In front of his head, there was only a fat man with blue leopard eyes and oblique shoulder armor riding on a tall horse, and then followed by a female general in silver armor and white armor with fluttering white feathers and a heroic posture.

There is also an elegant-looking young man in a water-colored robe next to the female general, who is the eldest son of Han Songluo, the famous Sichuan-character prime minister of the Han Dynasty - Han Jiangyue, as for his identity as the second son of Yu Liangxiao, there are only a few people who know. The female general next to him definitely didn't know.

Seeing that Han Jiangyue intentionally or unintentionally wanted to bring the horse closer to the snowy horse, or turn her head from time to time to talk to the snow. This journey was also very attentive, perhaps listening to the advice of his emperor's uncle. However, Drifting Snow is ignorant of it.

Passing over these two horses, and then looking at the back, there was a breath of iron and blood rushing to the face, two hundred heavily armored soldiers, each carrying a mountain axe behind their backs, all of them were fat men who were only one size smaller than the Grim Reaper in front of them.

This is Jiang Shuangtian's backing army, the battlefield is a mountain in front of the enemy, when the battle of the noon bridge, Jiang Fatzi is with thirty backers, standing on the bridge to resist the attack of the two rebels for an hour. Ordinary people's arrows can't break the defense of the mountain army, even if it's a large bow and crossbow, they can't even break the defense of Jiang Shuangtian, who is known as the first person in the Fan Cage Realm.

Success stalled for time, allowing Moissango to complete an epic roundabout outflanking. A huge win was achieved.

It's a pity that the physical requirements of the backers are too high, one out of a thousand people is suitable, and only twenty out of a hundred suitable ones can become the backers, and the number of people is too small is the biggest limit for the backers.

Behind the two hundred mountain troops is the dragon chariot that the saint rides. The four doors carved by the south flower wood are the golden top, and the lower side is the short pillar of the four red seal jade, the boxy dragon chariot is extremely luxurious, it is said that it is the object of the emperor of the previous dynasty, the saint said that the thing is used to the best of its ability, and don't waste it, please be able to work with a skilled craftsman, repair the decoration, change some tassels, and it will become

That's it for now.

The dragon chariot was followed by a hundred people dressed in light armor, and the herringbone army on the horse was riding and dismounting, and the army's armor was not as sassy as the blue leopard eye oblique shoulder armor of the fat man in front of the head, which was obviously practical, and there was no pattern, just a little naturally formed lines. There is also a bit of blood that has become a decoration.

It is also strange to say, "Jiang Fatzi, why are you such a farmer" This sentence is obviously not something that ordinary people dare to say, it is said by Qu Dufeng, the 'white folding fan'. What you wear to be bright is a weapon.

General Mo said that he had rebuilt a sickle for him, and at first he said that he didn't need it, and he was reluctant to use the wheat cutting sickle in his hand, although it was missing.

When I saw that it was more than a meter long, the edge of the knife was still glowing red, and there was a sharp blade at the tail hand, a long black and silver rod. In an instant, his eyes lit up, and he took it as if he had grabbed it. He waved twice and said, "Hey, Lao Mo, it's really good for you to hit this thing, look at this, why is it so heavy." This is more than a toy to me. ”

"Haha, this is made of black crystal mixture, of course it's heavy, didn't you say you couldn't bear your toy?" General Mo looked at him playfully.

Who knew that Jiang Fatzi replied, "Yes, I am reluctant, when the eldest brother becomes the emperor, I will hang him on the wall of the house." "With a serious face, he really has a missing sickle hanging in his house now.

The people on both sides of the street were all scrambling to squeeze forward, shouting loudly, stretching out their hands, as if touching the armor. Of course, there are soldiers from the City Gate Division to maintain order. If it weren't for the soldiers, maybe these people would have rushed up and hugged the soldiers.

In front of the palace gate, there were no people to follow, looking at the black pressure of a piece of red and purple, hundreds of officials knelt at the door to welcome, "Welcome the saint back to the palace, long live the saint, long live the saint." "Even those who enter the holy realm can live a thousand years, and as for long live, it can only be said to be a good wish.

The emperor got off the dragon chariot and said that he would be flat. In front of the head stood a Zhengyipin senior who was dressed in bright red, with a pine crane figure embroidered in the middle and a wisp of white beard on the chin of an official hat, which was the Sichuan prime minister of the Han Dynasty - Han Songluo.

As for why it is a Sichuan character, because the prime minister seems to have been frowning all the time, forming a Sichuan character, and over time there has been such a title.

This shudder, and he frowned and stepped forward. said: "The emperor is going here, destroying Ruyang, and getting seven cities, which is considered a merit, but there are three ...... to go."

Without waiting for the prime minister to finish speaking, the emperor took the prime minister's hand: "Songluo, you and I have not seen the monarch and the minister for many days, I am here, the court affairs are all taken care of tightly and orderly, the reward should be on your son, Han Jiangyue stepped forward to listen to the reward." ”

Knowing that the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty dared to say bluntly that the emperor was not, there was no one else except for this Sichuan prime minister, so he hurriedly changed the topic.

Although the emperor is willing to listen to the advice of hundreds of officials, he also wants to save face, and he can't do the things that those cunning rabbits and dead lackeys in history cooked. Among the founding heroes, one is counted as one, and all of them deserve it.

Sure enough, as soon as Han Songluo saw his son walking out from behind with a hippie smile, his brows seemed to be wrinkled even deeper, seeing this scene, the emperor knew in his heart that this time the change of topic was a success.

Han Jiangyue first glanced at her father, and then knelt in front of the saint and waited to hear the reward.

The emperor thought for a while and said: "Hanjiang Yue's martial arts are gradual, this time he attacked Ruyang, he had miraculous skills, and he was named the captain of the herringbone mansion boxing school, from the fifth grade." If you want to go further, don't slack off. ”

Hearing that there was a miracle, Piaoxue immediately pursed her lips, thinking that she didn't see him when she fought all the way, and when she came out after the fight, she didn't know what the miracle was, and the emperor's uncle spoiled him too much.

In fact, what Piaoxue didn't know was that the plan to attack Ruyang, which had been prepared for several years, could go so smoothly, and Yu Liangxiao, the spy agency hidden in the shadows of the Han Dynasty, made a great effort from it, and as the second son of Yu Liangxiao, he really made a miraculous achievement.

Han Jiangyue didn't care about what to appreciate, when she heard the three words of this herringbone house, she was happy in her heart, which didn't mean that she was closer to the snow. Thinking about this, he said: "Emperor Xie Longen, long live, long live, long live, long live." After speaking, he glanced at Piaoxue happily. Piaoxue immediately turned her head.

There is something outside the palace, and the emperor can't wait to enter the palace. He still has a pair of villains in mind.