Recently, I don't know how to do it on the grassland, and a legend has suddenly arisen.

It is rumored that the Wenren prince stationed in Luocheng likes to rob all kinds of women and send Qu Wenbing to be a beauty lantern.

These women have any identity, including the top brand of the Qinglou, the good daughter of the farmer, and the daughter of a rich family, even the princess of the grassland.

These rumors are too unbelievable, and they have noses and eyes, that is, even the age of those girls and where they live are clear and accurate.

Not only that, when the Qiangrong people herd horses and sheep, they always hear a ballad that comes with the wind, and the ballad is related to this: "There are three good things in the Great Zhou, Jiaoyun yarn, Yiyang grass, and beauty lanterns can't run~ Jiaoyun yarn, heart blood, golden wisps of weaving like xia; Yiyang grass, Ling cliff, who cares about the farmer's leisure; The beauty lantern hangs on the wall, how to care about him, relatives cry blood, rhododendrons cry flowers? ”

The song is distant and sad, and every word is like crying tears and hate, fluttering with the wind, but it hits the heart.

After Ye Sanniang finished singing again, the whole person leaned towards Shi Mo as if she had no bones, but the words she said were extremely sassy, "What? How well do you sing? ”

Shi Mo handed her a water bladder and leaned to the side, "Men and women don't kiss, don't you stick it over." ”

His words made Ye Sanniang so much that she couldn't straighten her waist.

Her eyes were crooked like crescent moons, "What's the matter, the little boy is still shy?" ”

"As I said, I'm not a son. You don't have to worry about my kindness to saving you. Shi Mo was so irritable that he took a piece of grass and put it in his mouth, and the whole person lay down on the grassy knoll.

"I didn't care if you were a childe or not." Ye Sanniang leaned closer to Shi Mo again, looking down at him from top to bottom, "Luo Cheng's daughter's house is much more open than the woman in Haojing, could it be that Mo'er, you still want me to take the initiative?" It's not that it's not ......."

She muttered to herself, but was pushed away by the waiter. He was a little helpless, "When I first saved you, I looked so well-behaved, why did you have such a habit?" ”

"That Mo'er, do you like delicate and gentle birds?" Sanniang's eyes suddenly seemed to be full of tears, and even her voice was a little softer.

"......," Shimo was silent for a moment, "you still sing." ”

Ye Sanniang had to look at him again and sing again, but the voice was even more complaining and mournful, and he had goosebumps all over his body when he heard it.

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When this ballad reached the ears of Durle Khan, almost all the three-year-old children in Qiangrong would sing this ballad.

Wan Anshu's three-layer jaw trembled slightly, and he listened to the people around him, "Now that it has spread all over the grassland, I heard that Xinchuan personally selected a group of beauties and sent them to Da Zhou." Among them is Princess Mingyue......"

The man's voice became quieter and quieter, and at the end, he only glanced at An Shu and did not dare to say a word.

Wan Anshu's three-layer jaw trembled even more, and his eyes almost wanted to breathe fire, but he still reluctantly suppressed the anger that rose up, "Wait and see, it can't be said that someone secretly instigated it, and Xinchuan will not dare to ...... when he hears it."

However, before the words fell, another voice sounded from outside the tent, "Father Khan, someone saw Mingyue's head made into a lantern and hung on the ...... in Da Zhou."

Before he could finish his words, he heard a loud pop, and his whole body threw himself on the carpet.

The palatial felt carpet was cut out of the hole, and Wan Anshu's face was distorted a little, "Smell people and believe in Chuan!" I'm going to make you pay! ”

If Durle wants to dominate the grassland, he can only seek justice from Wenren Xinchuan.

The truth of the matter is not important, what is important is that Durle needs to prove his strength to the Eight Royal Courts. And Durgle is not on par with Big Monday at the moment.

Then this pot can only be carried by Wenren Xinchuan......

Wan Anshu's face with some sadness and calculation showed some shrewdness, and he asked Wan Tianying below, "How is Mr. Kang preparing now?" ”

"Mr. Kang has united the Nadal Department and the Wuli Department, and the meaning of the cloud Ti Cen Er is unclear now, I am afraid that I want to be the yellow bird who profits from it." Wan Tianying sneered, trying to help Wan Anshu's huge body, but was dragged back to the ground.

Wan Anshu simply sat on the ground and couldn't get up. His eyes narrowed, as if remembering some petite figure.

"Anyway, having Nadal on board is already a surprise. As for the clouds, they have always been something that cannot be put on the table. If it weren't for the fact that this king was too lazy to worry about a woman, he would have leveled the tribe in the clouds sooner or later. ”

Wan Tianying lowered his eyes and did not speak, but the calculation in his heart became clearer and clearer.

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After Shi Jin was placed in Da Mu Co, Yan Zichuan sent a letter to Luo Cheng.

When Qi Mojing received the letter from Yan Zichuan, some inexplicable light flashed in his eyes.

The thought that Shi Jin was still alive supported him to stick to it alone, but there was always a faint fear in his heart tugging at his heart.

If......

He slammed the letter upside down on the table, got up and walked to the front window.

The new green shines through the screen window, reflecting a pale light and shadow. In the shallow light, there are gnats flying in the dust, and the edges of their wings are dotted with golden spots of light due to the sunlight. Even the smallest life reveals vigorous vitality.

His fingertips were terribly cold, and his complexion was as cold as ever, indifferent and cold, and only he knew that under that seemingly calm chest, his heartbeat was gradually accelerating to almost uncontrollable.

Qi Mojing's mind was a large blank, the blood on his lips was gone, and his ears were buzzing. If it weren't for his strong self-control, he would have been unsteady on his feet.

His eyes fell on the letter on the table again, and the corners of his lips pursed into a tight straight line, and he did not dare to walk over the letter, which was obviously close at hand.

Suddenly, his voice was a little sharp, "Shimo!" ”

The sound of swift and light footsteps came, accompanied by the creak of the door, and the unique clear voice of Shi Mo came, "Master? ”

Half of Qi Mojing's body was shrouded in the shadows, revealing only a chin with cyan stubble and half of his blood-colored lips.

The locks of white hair were exceptionally silent in the half-light and half-darkness.

His voice was so dry and hoarse that he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, but he still barely spoke, "Damu has sent a letter." ”

Shi Mo immediately understood what the second master meant.

He suppressed a slightly worried thought and tried to keep his voice as steady as possible, "Did you say anything?" ”

Qi Mojing answered the question.

He reached out to catch the sun, and his bony palm fell into the light of the dust, "...... Don't dare to look yet. ”

He admits that his dare, his cowardice, his cringe, all his daunting to face it, all come from that ethereal and nihilistic answer.

Shi Mo was stunned and reached out to get the letter.

Suddenly, Qi Mojing's hand also fell.

The two of them held a corner of each hand, and the already thin paper suddenly tensed and almost shattered.