The wind outside the northwest has the smell of grassland.

In the eighteen royal courts, the steppe wolves and the steppe people played with each other in this place closest to the soul, and used their wisdom and courage to write a heroic epic of heart-wrenching.

The story is not written, but a gust of wind.

Every time a young man stands in the wind of the grassland, he can hear the call from ancient times.

This process is called baptism.

And the person who is baptized must be the most energetic young man of this contemporary generation on the grassland.

The inheritance is once a year, but not everyone can hear the story from the wind, be able to welcome the breath from the wilderness, be able to listen to the mysterious teachings, and thus gain something.

The Seven Realms of Reincarnation of the Stars was not given by any of the upper Daoists in Xixi, and the existence that can give such honor is this grassland.

The grassland, the vast space is boundless, and the grassland is innumerable, but only the grassland of the country can be called majestic, brilliant, vast and vast.

The grasslands in the rest of the places are not as good as the Saibei of the West, reverence for nature, reverence for heaven and earth, this is something that grassland people and steppe wolves are born with, and any other grassland creatures can not learn, and naturally there is no so-called grassland soul.

As the most eye-catching and admired boy on this grassland, Xingchen went to the palace in Xiyao in the first year of Yu Huaguang's light and became the head of the knight of the princess.

The princess canonization level of Xiyao is completely different from other countries, according to the custom of blood sacrifice, it is divided into seven titles, of which five to seven belong to the ordinary category, which is formulated by the royal family, one to four belong to the national category, which is discussed and formulated by the imperial court and announced to the world, in addition to the third-class title.

One of the first-class titles is called "Decree", which is given by astrologers to the celestial phenomena, with the prefix "First Emperor, Yunxiang,, and Phantom Life".

The name of the first-class blessing is called "The Other Shore", and this title needs to have the glory of Tianjiao and be recognized by the barren grassland, with the prefix "Penglai, Xianxi, Shenjue, and Xing".

And the highest level of honorific calligraphy and ink "creation", this kind of honorific life needs to lead to changes in the southern regions, and then the kitchen saint can preside over the ceremony, with the prefix "Xingguo, Hengming, Convert, Xicao".

And the princess's throne is "creation".

She is the pride of heaven and hits the odds.

There was once a bitter fable of the Taoists, and it was precisely because of the existence of this "creation" that the "fifteenth year of Wanli" in the Southern Regions was brought forward, and the distance between it and the "year of the apocalypse" was eliminated.

There are seven Tianjiao in the world who have never made a move, "Great Terror" Xuanyuan, crossing the river blood blade, the Four Seasons Sect Tribulation and Cultivating Winter Strength, the peerless satin yarn outside the territory, the eldest princess of Beichen Wuji, the peerless vast "Liao Changyan", and one is the "creation" on the grassland, Her Royal Highness the little princess of Xiyao, no rain and smoke.

Of course, there is also a "Tianjiao", but now I don't know if he is still Tianjiao.

Although he really didn't make a move, who cares.......

Whoever makes this game of chess, you don't even have a name.

The barren yellow sand brought a silent grain of sand, the young man looked sideways, smiled, the spring breeze came, stretched out his hand to stroke the broken hair in front of his forehead, the stars arranged the wooden bow on his long arm, and the cold wind around him brought the fresh taste of young grass, not sweet, but always a taste.

The young man was wanton, holding a spear and standing under the eaves, the wind chimes around him were crisp, stirring up a lazy wind and noise, and his feet fell down the eaves, making noise on the young man's shoulders in embarrassment, and finally fell asleep on his shoulders with tears and grievances.

They slept peacefully, quietly, pitifully, and in love, and the boy, though he hated them, made them feel very secure.

Xingchen smiled, stretched out his finger and poked the lazy wind's cheeks, and the sky was full of stars.

Hee-hee, I'm calling you guys.

The young man laughed, the lazy wind swayed his little hooves, hummed and chirped and glanced at the silver-armored young man in disgust, and finally felt weak, pouting as if begging for mercy arrogantly sulking, shivering by the spring breeze, the young man suddenly felt that he seemed to have done something too much, stretched out his palm to comfort the little lazy wind's emotions, they were so shy that their faces were red, they leaned over and rubbed, and lay down with a smile, their eyes were hazy with tears, obviously they had stayed up late.

Naughty, not well-behaved~

The young man smiled, stood under the eaves, did not dare to move a little, for fear of waking up these smart little ones, staring at the stars in the sky, counting carefully, one by one, like candy in the hands of children, sweet, a little greasy, but not tired of eating.

Nuoda Palace, but compared to other imperial cities in Xicao's "style" is a little weaker, there is no wanton construction of any magnificent or gorgeous buildings, there is no spirit array treasure old immortal, just like the grassland, ignoring the world's gossip or sour and rotten Confucianism's verbal criticism, that broad mind and bearing make the Quartet Tianjiao all admire, and Xixiao's Tianjiao is also easy to distinguish in Tianjiao, or free and elegant, or hot-blooded, or like their Royal Highness the Prince, stinky and shameless.

In short, there are no rules.

Xingchen suddenly laughed, started to walk away, the wind of the grassland blew away an orange and yellow flag, splendid and prosperous, full of slaughter, peerless elegance!

Hearty laughter echoed in the starry night, a burst of chickens and dogs jumped, and some of the guards who finally fell asleep looked at their knight leader silently with dark circles under his eyes, wouldn't you feel guilty?

Hmph, what's crazy!

The little lazy wind was awakened, stretched out his hooves and poked the young man's face, but Xingchen and Shadow have a virtue, Chen Xuan can't snatch the lollipop in his hand, what's wrong with Xiaoxiao, what can you do with me?

Can't you laugh in the middle of the night?

Well, you can't.

But routine official business, I am duty, I can forgive, forgive, it's not that someone comes to make trouble and doesn't say hello, the matter is urgent.

Xingchen nodded secretly, he didn't sleep in the middle of the night in order to defend the border! It seems to say that a fearless brocade robe came to the east, and the willow tree of Her Royal Highness the princess of their family was broken, and the brocade robe folded willow, such a big name! Such an arrogant behavior really doesn't take my Xiyao boy seriously!

So-what's wrong with my smile? Look at what I'm doing? Am I wrong?

The armored young man looked back at the guards of the imperial city, his expression was frank, and then he broke the spear in his hand awkwardly, and the three short spears were firmly inserted into the cloak behind him with his movements, the red tassel swayed, the longbow was in his hand, and the young man walked with the leaves in the wind, and his handsome face was like a gentleman, but he had a wild and fearless aura, like the giant wolf on the grassland, born atmospheric and beautiful!

The distant movement hovered around the boy, it was a call from ancient times, it was a low roar from the prairie cattle, it was a roar from the prairie horses. This young man was dressed in heavy armor and looked a little bloated, but for some reason, the restrained heroic spirit could not be concealed, like a beacon.

The short spear had a sharp taste, perceiving the sharp feeling in the distance, a brocade dress opened his eyes, lazily leaned against the bricks of the Great Wall, with a dog's tail grass in his mouth, and snorted tiredly, and said tiredly, "Ge Yu, didn't you say that I should wait for you for three days? It's been five days, how many lollipops do you want to compensate me?"

"Lollipop lollipop, you know lollipop! How old are you, and you still grab food with one of my children?" Xingchen paused, bent his bow, and looked at his reasonable appearance Yi Whale snorted, the young man in armor was stunned, instantly weakened, and his face turned red, "Hmm! This, this, isn't this the calendar at home forgotten to tear up,...... Haha, haha!" the armored young man said with a smile, embarrassingly putting away his military uniform, looking lacking in confidence.

The two teenagers sat down in turns, the brocade robe was on the left, the Tibetan robe was on the right, a wide robe matched with his "Jiangnan graceful" body for a while, he couldn't say what he felt, he wanted to laugh, but he was unexpectedly fit, and after looking at it for a long time, a little charm emerged, which was natural, as if the accident at first sight was an illusion.

Jinyi is introverted and silent, but Xingchen has never taken care of it, slightly drunk and drunk, compared to him Ma Qiubei is actually more northwestern, with a big waist and a round body, he has a deterrent power, and although he is a generation of Tianjiao on this grassland, he always feels that he has never gotten the taste of the grassland, so that at first glance, he will think of Zhongying or the vast mountains of southern Xinjiang.

The liquor was mixed with water, and the young man in the Tibetan robe drank four glasses and stuck out his tongue, and the young man in brocade tasted a cup of the original taste, and he also stuck out his tongue.

This is a building next to the Imperial Palace, and a few miles further away is the famous East Market.

The young man in brocade came from the east, folded the weeping willows planted by Her Royal Highness the princess in the west market, and then waited for him in the east market for five days, saying that he would buy him a strong bow. This powerful bow is readily available, but the weeping willow is not something you can fold if you want to.

Xingchen was silent, drank a glass of water, and this time he didn't mix the wine, but his tone was a little uplifting, "Emperor in black, are you okay?" ”

The young man in the Tibetan robe smiled playfully, and the young man in brocade weighed the chin of the military uniform on his side, "When are you coming, please eat." ”

"No, she still wants to live in the warm pavilion for a few more years, and I will guard her here. Beichen didn't want to fall behind, and she was tired of it. Unlike your seventh brother, Your Highness's anomaly is not accurate. The young man looked back, put a short knife on the table, and pushed it in front of Yi Whale.

"The moment you rescued Xuanyuan, you should know that your identity can't be hidden. To put it bluntly, it is your own people who have come back, and it is difficult for you extraterritorial people to say. Can you see my chips?"

The boy spoke softly and smiled.

His name is Xingchen, and he was born to give birth to Xingchen, but for her sake, he would rather only be a Tianjiao.

The purpose of his return is the same as Qijian, and he can't escape the word "love", but Qijian wants to marry, and he just wants to see her independent beauty from afar and protect her stability for a lifetime, just like now.

The stars fall, this move, no regrets.

The brocade clothes are far away, and in this life, they will no longer fold the willows.

The starry night is wide open, the autumn clothes peel an orange, the green cow in the distance is so sour that it jumps, the big red mare in the distance can run vigorously, Luocheng burns incense, Xuanyuan is gone, and the black-clothed emperor is sitting on the beam of the Zhongying Palace at the moment, with small biscuits in his hand.

About, it will be better than autumn clothes.

The young man smiled indifferently, weak, and the emperor in yellow robe looked at the country with his hands down, the bead curtain swayed, and the sound was clear in all directions.

He is back, and he is no longer the Qinglong Emperor of Zhongying, and he will no longer abide by Zhongying's etiquette in the future.

It's just that for some reason, the white-clothed medical officer made him not want to leave Zhongying like this, the paper deal was gone, but it seemed that his heart belonged.

The young man swayed his body, a group of old ministers were not there, and no one cared about him, but even if someone tried to take care of it, he would probably be hung up by this lost young man in the middle of the night to blow the night wind.

I'm in a bad mood, so leave me alone.

Qin Lin sighed, looked at the middle-aged man at the window of the attic, chuckled, leaned against the beam and looked at the bright moon, and said contemptuously: "Emperor, do you think I should keep it, or is it all in your plan?" It is true that the scheming is good, since there is no way to take Tianjiao, he can only use Yang Mou to make Tianjiao fight each other and reap the benefits of the fisherman. ”

The young man raised his eyes, the bright moon pierced through the clouds and sprinkled a silver glow, the black clothes walked in the moonlight, side by side with the yellow robe, shaking the cup in his hand, the sweet apple juice was scarlet like blood in a trance, and the next moment it instantly returned to its original purity.

The sound of ritual music continued, and the young man drank most of the juice, looked at the surrounding gardens, and said casually: "I said that the emperor, Tianjiao is very strong, so strong that even if there is only one left, it is not that the number of Tianjiao piles can be piled to death." The Three Kingdoms of Middle-earth, the queens of the Three Kingdoms are all arrogant, but only the prince of Zhongying is a genius, isn't this your own reason.

"What do you say you are jumping on, don't argue, the contract in the past years said that there is only one queen in the harem, Beichen and Xiyao have complied with it, but you have broken the contract, so why do you blame Niangniang for degrading these two princes? It's just a deal, she's right. ”

Qin Lin smiled sideways, "Emperor, I don't know how much strength you have exerted in this catastrophe, but I want to tell you in advance that I am not harmed by you, otherwise you would have died." What is Tianjiao, I look at you, I don't understand it at all!

"That's right, if you understood, you wouldn't have pretended to travel to the mortal world in the first place when they had a good relationship with the stunning, and then married a folk woman who thought she was a hero in the world. You go and pursue your so-called love, why do you think of your people again now? It's not ridiculous, do you think your status as a prince in the past was very glorious, you are just a genius, if you weren't born in the royal family, there is a game of the Taoist, the queen mother will marry you a dog? idiot!"

The black-clothed man was disdainful and walked away angrily, and the middle-aged man who had been standing at the window for a long time was much older in an instant at this time, with blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were closed with hatred.

Since the Teng Wang Pavilion, the Zhongying royal family has never been arrogant, and the loophole in that contract is just a trap, waiting for him to fall into the net.

Duan Zhiling, Duan Tibetan box.

Good name......

The yellow robe is lonely, and the handrail looks at the rivers and mountains, which can't be kept after all.