The fog is as thick as snow satin, and the smoke of Chang'an City locks the cloud cage. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In early spring, Tongri opened his eyes, cut through the vast heavy fog, and sprinkled golden light all over the four fields, like a fiery red giant sword.

The tip of the sword swept to the head of the city, cut the towering arrow tower in half, half bright and half dark, its momentum was inexhaustible, all the way straight to the slash, the guards on the city wall pulled the waist and cut horizontally, someone was stabbed blind, holding a scimitar and shouting; Someone crawled out of the shadow, tied his belt indiscriminately, blocked the yang sword with his hand, and scolded him, but the dry day was coming, and the scolding was useless, and then, reflexively waved the long whip in his hand, and smoked a dry naked woman under the corner of the wall to blood.

"Smack, smack, smack!"

"Ha, haha......"

The thorny whip was whipped on the delicate body, like whipping a snow-white lamb on the grassland, which was a kind of pleasure and cruelty. More and more guards participated in the ranks of the whipping, they wielded bloody whips, whipped wantonly, vented frantically, and the whips stirred up bloody flowers.

Yuan Xiu hid naked in the dark corner, hugged her shoulders tightly, trembling her pale lips, and curled up as hard as she could, so that her body would be smaller and unnoticed. Her eyes are still beautiful, her body is like smooth and delicate silk, and her posture is the best among the hundreds of women on the city wall. They are like a pile of snow-white flesh, waiting to be ravaged every day and moon. Suddenly, her pupils shrank sharply, and the whip not far away brought up a small and delicate ear, which was painted by her maidservant warbler.

The warbler was lying in a pool of blood, clenching her teeth tightly, curled up like a shrimp, covered with centipede-like scars, her face bloomed with cherry red flowers, beating roses, and beating begonias. Yuan Xiu is good at painting, and is best at depicting roses and begonias.

'Don't look at me, don't look at me, don't come ......'

The warbler painting was crawling towards her, Yuan Xiu was very scared, and wanted to close her eyes, but her eyes widened as if she had fallen into a nightmare, watching the warbler painting wrapped in blood and water, squirming like a blood silkworm. She crawled over, stretched out her hand, and touched Yuan Xiu's feet. Yuan Xiu retreated, but behind him was a dirty, cold wall of arrows, and there was no way back.

'Warbler painting, warbler painting, I'm afraid ......'

Yuan Xiu didn't dare to make a sound, and her beautiful jade feet trembled.

The warbler's hands were covered with blood, and the tiny feet were bright red. She wiped Yuan Xiu's feet, as if she wanted to wipe the blood on the little lady's feet, but the more she wiped it, the redder it became, she smiled miserably, tried her best to get closer, pillowed the little lady's legs, hoarse throat, vomited blood, and murmured: "Little lady, the warbler painting is going to die, no more...... Can't protect the little lady, little lady...... Treasure. ”

'Warbler painting, don't die......

The horsewhip rose and fell like a poisonous snake, and the ears were filled with strange cries of pain, and the sound was like a rat stealing oil, squeaking, and extremely penetrating. Taking advantage of no one's attention, Yuan Xiu stretched out his trembling hands, closed his eyes, and struggled to drag the dead warbler painting up to cover his small body. At this point, the eight handmaidens were all dead, and there was no one to protect her, but to protect herself.

A beam of sunlight slanted into the corner of the wall, and there were subtle things in it, like flocculent flying.

Suddenly, she remembered Sister A, this is Chang'an, she and Sister are the Yuan girls in Runan, after the Jin family died in the north, the Yuan family hid in the mountains, but they still did not escape the disaster of destroying the sky, the father and brother were hanged by the Hu people in the tree, she and the sister were captured by the Hu people, traveled thousands of miles, and migrated to Chang'an. Sister Ah likes the sun of early spring the most, her name is Yuan Yang'er, her reputation is spread in the mountains, and her singing is better than the perched tree warbler......

"Smack!"

At this moment, a whip suddenly struck, overturning the corpse of the warbler painting on his body, and Yuan Xiu's crystal body was exposed to the sunlight and exposed to the hideous eyes. On the city wall, there was no living white flesh, and they lay quietly in a pool of blood, waiting......

Laughter, devilish laughter was noisy, Yuan Xiu wiped the blood stains on his face, stood up with his palm on the sticky blood wall, trembled and walked into the sun, standing in the blood pool, the exquisite little foot patterns were stained with blood, bewitching; The delicate body is covered with blood, charming; The beautiful face is like jade, caressed by the sun, delicate. She clumsily showed off her baby-like body and flower-like face......

"Buzz, buzz!"

The poignant horn swirled in the sky, the devil's laughter stopped, the raised horsewhip hurriedly rolled up, and a ride came under the city wall, shouting: "Open the city gate quickly, open the city gate quickly, Shan Yu Yuanfu returned to the city, slashed Shao Xu, Duan Piyan, swept Jizhou, and returned with a big victory!" ”

Suddenly, there was chaos on the city wall, the guards knocked on the beast helmets indiscriminately, ran back and forth, shouted, scolded, the suspension bridge of twenty zhang long fell to the ground, stirring up dust and sand, and the huge city gate suddenly opened, opening the big mouth of the black hole. In the distance, endless iron horses spread out, like black water rolling upside down, ready to swallow the sky and the earth.

Shan Yu Yuanfu ...... Shi Hu ...... Shao continued...... Shao Xu was an elegant elder, extremely thin, wearing an old broken crown and three long beards, and Yuan Xiu had seen him in the mountains and wilderness five years ago. His father was a great fellow with him, and his father died, and now he is dead......

Taking advantage of the panic, Yuan Xiu passed through the pile of flesh and blood, sneaked into the arrow tower, lifted the female corpse half-lying on the Hu bed, and groped under the bed for a while......

……

The gentle sunlight turned over the high palace wall, swinging on the ancient locust tree, blooming bundles of brilliance, beaming the wall, crawling up along the green wall, blowing up the fine sand in front of the window, quietly leaking down, and taking the woman under the window into her arms.

Chang'an Palace is huge, Yuan Yang'er is extremely beautiful, even if he is among the 200,000 Han women, he is also the best among them.

The sun fell on his body, glowing with a soft luster, slowly brushing on his eyes, and when his long eyelashes trembled slightly, his bright and jade-like cheeks fluttered with a burst of light and shadow, slightly dimmed. The jade man reclined on the couch, and the posture of his dependents was like a meandering stream of water, with ups and downs. The most is the slender leg of Saiyu, one point is too fat, and one point is too thin, which is the most perfect masterpiece of God.

This room is extremely wide, couch after couch, people and people, rough glances, hundreds of thousands, without exception are women. They are the palace maids of Chang'an, Shi Hu's concubines, of course, most of them have never seen Shi Hu, but they are sheep in the pen, they can sacrifice the three armies, and they also store grain and grass.

Maybe it was the sun that was getting burning, Yuan Yang'er's eyelashes trembled violently, leaned less, and suddenly opened her eyes, there was no confusion in it, only deep throbbing, just she had a dream, the little sister lay in a pool of blood, stretched out her hand to her, and the silent plea for help was the most sad, until this time, she was still trembling, and the twin peaks also rose and fell.

At this time, a group of old women of different races walked into the room, whipping "pop, pop", waking up the sleeping sea of snow, and their cold eyes swept over the hundreds of delicate lambs in the room, watching their teeth tremble and tremble. Every time the old woman pointed at someone, the woman got up blankly, silently took the clothes, and put them on silently.

"You!"

The old woman picked and picked up, searched carefully with cold eyes, and suddenly froze, and her dry fingers directed Yuan Yang'er.

"Yes."

Yuan Yang'er did not shake like others, slowly got out of bed, put her hands on her waist, a shallow Wanfu, dignified etiquette, and elegant manners, as if she was wearing a gorgeous skirt and walking in the Zhu Corridor.

"Yes, that's okay!"

The old woman picked up the triangular eyes like a yin snake, looked Yuan Yang'er up and down for a while, and the corners of her wrinkled mouth were raised.

"Thank you ......"

Yuan Yang'er regained another ten thousand blessings, took the clothes, wore them silently, slightly, and the neatly dressed jade figure stood in the midst of thousands of flowers, bright and dazzling, and could not be looked at directly.

The old woman tilted her head and thought for a while, then commanded with open eyes, "Give her a flower." Then, he looked at Yuan Yang'er coldly: "If you lose the head flower, you will use your head and power as a countervail!" ”

"Thank you, Grandma."

Yuan Yang'er approached the plum blossom and swayed, obliquely on her head, the old woman gouged her eyes and argued, extremely satisfied, and sneered: "Today is the day of great victory, Shan Yu Yuanfu rewarded the three armies, and the 200,000 Han slaves in the palace need to serve the Rongxue warriors wholeheartedly, if anyone dares to slack off, hehe......"

An hour later.

Chang'an City outside the palace city is like a hell abyss, Yuan Yang'er and hundreds of delicate women walk silently in the palace city, swaying in the sun, Yu Yu is shining, and the Luo skirt is dragging and more gorgeous.

When I came to the gorgeous palace, there were already singing and dancing, panting, laughing, erosive, drawing knives, and chopping meat......

Shi Hu was covered in armor, wearing a golden helmet, with two four-foot long tassels inserted in the middle, and the tail end of the feather tassel was erected high, standing in the deepest part of the palace, and under him, several women were prostrate, and the lower half of the body was not armored.

Yuan Yang'er turned her long sleeves and wanted to float in, but she was blocked by the crowd, so she had to wander away from the edge, her bright eyes lingered in the autumn water, and suddenly, her eyes froze, and her beautiful feet immediately moved slowly and swung to the person under the window.

"It's you, Yuan, Yuan Xiao......"

"It's me, Wu Langjun."

Yuan Yang'er shrank in the man's arms, stretched out his wrist, hooked his neck with her tender jade fingers, rubbed her chest inch by inch, gently grinding him, lingering and begging for pleasure.

Wu Yu is a person from Runan, from a slightly poor background, and is now one of the eighteen horsemen of Shile. Eight years ago, he took thousands of displaced people out of the mountains and forests to take refuge in Shile, because of his resourcefulness and bravery, so he was reused by Shile. Among the hundreds of generals in the palace, only he and Xu Guangwei, who joined the army, had a good time with the woman, and he was extremely angry.

Yuan Yang'er......

The beautiful and enchanting Yuan Yang'er, the noble Runan Yuan girl, the beauty spit incense in her mouth, blowing Ruolan, her charming eyes are full of tenderness, and the jade fingers of Liang Dan gently caress his chest. Wu Yu's cold expression gradually changed, and he couldn't help but pinch it.

"Woohoo......"

The hand was soft and boneless, Wu Yu rubbed it wantonly, Yuan Yang'er turned to Chenghuan, panting lowly, the slender jade legs wrapped around his waist, and the cherry red pretty face was close to his side face.

"Huh, huh, Lang Jun, Yang'er, and lighter ......"

"Hahaha......"

Laughter, flamboyant laughter, drilled into his ears, Yuan Yang'er's eyes gradually cleared, her thick eyelashes trembled, the blush on her face faded layer by layer, she reached out and stroked her swaying bun, and took off her beautiful steps.

"Bang!"

……

Yuan Xiu stood outside the palace, wearing a wolf's tooth helmet and a knife on his waist, his face was as white as snow, and his body was like grass in the wind, crooked. She was afraid of arousing suspicion, so she put some rags and rotten flesh in her riding boots. Just now, she watched Sister Ah wear a step shake and enter the hall, Sister A is so beautiful that she can't help but ...... in the palace Who is in the temple?

"Ahh

"Bastard, kill all, kill all of them!!"

There was a loud roar in the hall, followed by a series of screams, and a scream. Then, the soldiers outside the temple drew their swords and rushed into the temple. Kill, kill, endless killing...... Sister, Sister's head rolled in blood......

"Boom!"

Stuck the half-pulled knife in the box, a slender and powerful hand pressed Yuan Xiu's wrist, and hurriedly raised his head, this person was wearing a high crown on his head, but he was wearing a robe, pulling her to run outside the hall...... (To be continued.) )