"Hoof it, hoof it ......"

On the official road from Wuxian to Huating, the green willows in the past were all white, and the snow and fog were boundless, among which there was a group of healthy horses and dragons, blue and yellow horses, with white robes and armor on their shoulders, and spiked giant spears on horseback. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Only the two people in front of the team are dressed differently, and the person in the middle, covered in black ink armor, stepped off the flying snow horse, and hung a four-foot sword at his waist, with a lofty and heroic posture. On the left is a woman, riding a red horse with a long sword on her shoulder, wearing a water blue skirt, with a moth eyebrow, and when her eyes turn around, she is quiet and warm, but cold and cold.

Will be in the Hua Pavilion, return to the heart like an arrow. The flying snow pulled up the snow shadow like lightning, and Siye didn't hear his voice, only the rumbling sound of horses' hooves. In the land south of the Yangtze River, horses are rarely seen, and people are pointing and pointing along the way, and they are amazed. Occasionally, a coachman glanced at him, his face changed greatly, and he hurriedly avoided the ox cart aside. Unbeknownst to him, the white rider and black armor at the head restrained himself from his horse and arched his hand towards the man in the high-crowned and wide robe who came out of the curtain to apologize.

The white horse with a huge spear rolled like a wave, and a young man Lang Jun walked under the car, looked away in the white robe, and exclaimed: "Who is this, there is a male horse to protect him?" Could it be that the general...... Or, the history of Zhu Thorn? ”

The high-crowned and wide-robed man stroked his half-foot long beard, squinted his eyes, and sighed: "No, this is the beautiful crane of Huating, and Liu Zhanzhen is also." ”

The young man Langjun raised his eyebrows, pursed his lips, and said dissatisfiedly: "Ah Weng, the Liu clan of that Huating is just the second of the new clan, and it is still a northern man, and his behavior is in the land of my Wu people, and the anger is so arrogant, and he dares to ......."

"Hugh is nonsense!"

The high-crowned and wide-robed man frowned, pointed at the young man Langjun, and said coldly: "Where did you come to Beiyi?" This gentleman was born in Huating, is the son-in-law of the Lu family, and is the son-in-law of my Wu people. What is domineering, this is Yingjie! In the previous 80 years, there was a war of speech, and another 60 years, there was a young section in charge, and 20 years of retrospective, there were Jiangdong Erying, all of which are heroes of my Wu people, Huangkou children are young and ignorant, and dare to refer to horses as dogs, and talk about heroes in vain! ”

After saying that, he shook his head and burrowed into the curtain, his face still full of stupidity.

The young man Langjun was trained to have a red face and red ears, and his chest rose and fell for a while, but he raised his eyebrows and looked at the place where the white robe disappeared, and couldn't help but sigh: "Be a man as a Huating crane, and marry a wife as a Lu woman......"

Huating crane spread its wings and fly high, sit down and fly the snow happily hoof, when flying to Huating Lu's manor, Le Ma on the post, looking at the luxurious manor under the post, the heart is like a tide, the daughter-in-law who wants to flirt with the door is about to pass the door, turn over and fall off the horse, come to the convex stone eight years ago, feel out the six-hole pattern Xun from the bosom, focus on the prospect, ride the long winter wind, hold the Xun long song.

The ancient sound is eighty-eight, the sound of Xun is the most melancholy, but now it is not the same as in the past, the melancholy music does not hear the sorrow of the world and the world, only the remaining affection is like water.

It is the song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix".

The sound of Xun flies with the wind, creeping down, passing through the endless sea of snow willows, the top of the red mansion tower, rising and falling along the vermilion corridor, and straight to Lu Shuyao's painting courtyard.

"Ah, husband......"

The flower fiber rope swayed slowly, a pair of gold silk shoes flew off the bluestone slab, and the small toes were warped, and the direction was found, such as butterflies wearing flowers, running around the corners, and the golden bells were raised all the way.

The wiping spoon followed behind the little lady, waved her hand, and shouted in a coquettish voice: "Little lady, little lady, don't, don't go out......"

"Husband, husband returns south and ......"

The beautiful little fairy ignored it, the sound of Xun in her ears was leisurely, and her heart was in a hurry, and she hurriedly called the ox cart and stepped on the small wooden bench, and the golden silk skirt flashed and was embedded in the embroidered curtain.

Less leaning.

Ten miles of Ping Lake is full of frost, and Hua Rong piles clouds and goldfinchs. The green cow bent corner picked out the straight Huarong Road and went straight to the post.

"Shu Jiao ......"

"Husband......

The two looked at each other, one on the hill stone, heroic. One is at the bottom of the mountain, beautiful and graceful.

The little fairy looked up, Xingchen Hao's eyes were holding his beloved Lang Jun without blinking, the corners of his mouth curled into a sweet smile, his pretty face was dripping red, his hands withdrew from his skirt, and he was on his waist, a shallow blessing, regardless of whether Liu Nong could hear it or not, and said softly: "Ling Yao, I have seen my husband." ”

Liu Nong grinned, feeling the affection in the little girl's shyness, his feelings were full of emotion, and he groped out a small golden bell from the armor, and shook it slightly against the early morning sun.

"Jingle Bell ......"

Hearing the bell, the little girl's neck was red, but she was bold, gently lifted the corner of her skirt, took another golden bell from Xue Nen's ankle, twisted it with two fingers, glanced at Lang Jun, her face was crimson, and then glanced at Lu Lao, who was smiling under the banyan tree, the bright color was even stronger, but she didn't care about it, and raised it lightly on the post.

"Jingle Bell ......"

The bell is clear, swinging in the sun, firmly holding the two people on and off the post, connected to each other, and never separated.

"Ha, haha......"

After molesting his daughter-in-law, Liu Zhonglang was full of pride, laughed loudly, and lowered the little girl's head with a smile, tightly tugging on the golden skirt, timidly and not ashamed, and said in his heart: The husband is like this, so that he can play comfortably...... However, Ran Shu is happy......

After a while, people came one after another in the road, and the spoon hurriedly pulled the little lady into the ox cart, Liu Nong didn't dare to be abrupt anymore, arched his hand towards Lu Lao, turned over the horse, and shook the reins of the horse.

"Herod'......"

The horse neighed like a dragon on the post, the little girl quickly opened the side curtain, and saw her husband and Jun pulling the horse in the morning sun, the horse's head was high, the people rose with the horse, the robe was cracked, and the white horse was handsome and unmatched.

Lu Shuyao blinked his eyes and murmured softly: "Husband, husband......"

The spoon tilted his head and glanced at it, as if he remembered something, and said with a smile: "Little lady, Liu Langjun is like, as if ......"

When Lu Lao heard it, his eyes chased the tail of the white robe, stroked his long beard, and said with a smile: "The little lady is a blessed person, and the young man is like a second langjun, and the crane is in the sky, vertical and horizontal......"

……

"Drive!"

"Drive, drive!"

The snow willows on both sides retreated like a tide, Liu Nong quickly stepped up his horse, and went straight into Huating Liu's manor, the starlight in his eyes was overflowing, and the warmth rose in his arms.

Heroes are not ruthless, but only affectionate are true heroes. Throughout thousands of years, no matter whether it is a hero or a hero, the ruthless will not succeed, most of them are the stones of the true male and the ghosts under the knife.

Feixue pulled up the afterimage, quickly passed through the official road, and inserted it diagonally.

High hill, away from the pavilion in sight.

"Xiao Langjun!"

"Xiao Lang Jun, Xiao Lang Jun ......"

"Tiger Head, Tiger Head ......"

There are still five miles away from the village, will run to the front of the hill, from the pavilion has been facing the white clouds and the warbler red swallow green.

Liu Nong's blood is in the north, and the Liu family of Huating has not stopped the pace, but it can be seen that inside and outside the pavilion, the array of white robes is all slaughtered, Luo Huan, Gao Lan, Li Kuan and others are in the list one by one, and there are still unknown new song leaders.

Now, Huating Liu's has a total of five other villages, and the shops are all over the counties of Jiangdong, with thousands of fields and more than 2,000 tribes. And this, thanks to the poplar willow and the broken lake.

Approaching, the heart rolling.

Liu combed his fallen horse bun, dressed in a gorgeous skirt, still beautiful, at this time, looking at his son with tears in his eyes, waving his hand, while taking the Luo skirt embroidery steps, staggering over.

"Tiger Head, Tiger Head ......"

"Mother!"

Liu Nong rushed to his mother, didn't care that he still had heavy armor on his body, knelt on the ground with a "plop", and said in a deep voice: "Mother, my son is back, my son is not filial, and he can't accept joy under his knees, and his godmother is worried!" ”

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back......"

Liu's face was full of tears, but the corners of his eyes were full of smiles, he pulled up his son, looked carefully, and when he saw the shallow injury on the left side of Liu Nong's face, he felt a little in his heart, and his eyes suddenly kept falling.

"Mother, mother, mother......"

Liu Nong was shocked, but fortunately, Broken Lake and Yang Shaoliu saw the opportunity quickly, and held Liu's hand, Yang Shaoliu pinched his nose, and Broken Lake stroked his chest.

After a long time, the Liu family woke up quietly.

Shahu stroked Liu's chest and said softly: "Mastermother, Xiao Langjun is fine, don't be surprised, don't be surprised." ”

Yang Shaoliu glanced at Liu Nong, who was covered in iron armor, and said coldly: "Just come back, why are you wearing iron armor, why are you wearing iron armor, why are you injured?" Even if you are injured......"

"Sister, Liu Nong is injured, but there is nothing to ...... do"

Liu Nong regretted in his heart, he came back with his armor, not for other reasons, one is because he is no longer accustomed to wearing a wide robe and a single coat, and the arrow robe has not been washed. The two are the people in front of them, Yang Shaoliu. The three have their own profound meanings. Now it scared the mother, which was unexpected.

"Liu'er, Liu'er, don't discipline him, tiger head, my son ......"

Liu's tears flowed, and he struggled up from Broken Lake's arms, pulled Liu Nong over, and stroked the scars on his son's face.

Liu Nong grabbed her hand and said with a soothing smile: "Mother, this injury is an accidental abrasion by my son, don't worry." Saying that, in order to divide her heart, she said, "Mother, where is the pothos?" ”

"Pothos ......"

Liu looked stunned, then burst into tears, took the silk scarf handed by Yan Hua, dipped the tears on his face casually, took his son's hand and walked in, and said as he walked: "Tiger head, pothos has been sitting for a long time, and it is not easy to give birth to a child. The tiger head came back just in time, and the good grandson Xiaoyuer has not yet reached the end of March, and is still in the period of fame. The whole clan is looking forward to my son's return and naming Xiaoyu'er. As he spoke, he looked up, his face full of smiles, obviously proud of being a grandmother.

Xiao Yu'er...... When a little tiger came back, Liu Nong's sword eyebrows jumped, his expression was wonderful, and he couldn't help asking, "Xiao Yu'er, who took it?" ”

Liu Shi blinked his eyes and blurted out: "It's for my mother, isn't it great to have two tigers, one big and one small?" ”

"Poof......

Skillfully covered his mouth and smiled, everyone laughed silently, and the corners of Yang Shaoliu's mouth tied to the silk scarf were slightly upturned.

At this time, the black and white shadow flashed, hurriedly skimmed, and disappeared in various colored Luo skirts.

Liu Nong retracted his gaze and didn't care.

The crowd climbed over the hill and ran through the snowy peach forest, full of sight, the branches were vigorous and bent into a formation. The muddy white valve of up to seven zhang reads, stands upright at the Taolin road crossing, and towers around the village wall.

Broken Lake raised his head to look up at Gao Valve, squinted his eyes, and said with a smile: "Xiao Langjun, this is built by the young master's mother." The left is the valve, the right is the reading, the left is the merit, and the right is elegant. ”

Liu Nong pressed the sword on the valve to read, only to see that the valve is a calligraphy painting, layer by layer, the inside has been shallow painting of Liu's all kinds of things, there is a person, dressed in black clothes, the corridor into the hall; There was a man, with iron armor on his shoulders, and he was yellow and horizontal; There was a man who stepped on a horse and raised his sword, turning the tide and falling down. There are two columns of civil and military, the government king, the internal officials, the county guard, the captive, the prestige, and the peacekeeper. And this, only a gap in the valve, there are still most of them, that is, to be written.

Look at it again, the crane cries in the east cloud, and there is a son sitting alone on the flying stone, with an angry and calm expression, which is the Tiger Hill Yaji; The crane roars and the sun is broken, and the wave of the sun is waved, and the heroes are waved, which is a collection of Lanting classics; Under the moon, there is a green crown and white robe, the piano is stroked in the atrium, and the floating boat arches the star, which is the sound of Jiankang. In the right corner, a group of warblers are bright, gathered in Huating, a careful debate, the little fairy is in the clouds, around the body, clusters of Huajin.

There are still Wu Jun families, as well as Wang Xie and Yuan Xiao's joint pen and song book.

Huating Liu's has stood so far.

"Shu Jiao is entangled, and he is quietly tired; The moon rises brightly, and the best people are afraid; Sorrowful and tired; The moon rises and shines. Shu Yao Shaoxi......"

Shu Yao, Shu Yao, if you have a wife like this, what do you want for a husband (to be continued.) )