At this time, there are many hairs on Chen Wen's body, and he can't help but toss and turn in this special environment of the same car, and he has not relaxed for a long time. Perhaps, even Chen Wen himself didn't expect that he, who has always been ruthless, would be tempted by the beauty of women, attracted by the fragrance of beautiful women, and shaken by his graceful figure. Since the moment he was born, he has experienced countless trials and bumps, and it has been a full twenty-nine years, during which time, there has been a fair lady who has made him love, but there has never been an obsessive girl who fascinates him like today. Chen Wen couldn't believe that in this noisy and chaotic bloody rivers and lakes, she appeared without warning and by chance, which brought Chen Wen the most ignorant, deepest, and most piercing feelings, which was a distressing thing that made it difficult for any swordsman to get rid of.

Chen Wen, whose heart was beating faster, forcibly puffed out a breath of inner calm, looked at Tu Shan Xiyue, who was sitting next to him and close at hand, and greeted him warmly: "Oh, by the way, Tu Dan girl, how did you let that lewd thief meet you, and where is your home?" Chen Wen asked, which undoubtedly touched the sensitive scar of Tu Shan Xiyue. Although the chastity of the moon is still there, the news that she was abducted by the flower thieves has already spread throughout the Jin Kingdom, and her reputation has been ruined, and her heart is imprinted with the endless pain of tears dissolving in blood.

Sure enough, he didn't reply to the pretending to be deep and didn't reply to wash the moon, and snorted coldly: "I was originally a bride who was about to get married, but now, I have become a woman that no one wants." The message conveyed by this sentence to Chen Wen was very unclear, and Chen Wen did not understand whether he wanted Shan Xiyue to boldly come over and pursue her, or whether he hoped that he would help her and send her back to marry the groom she wanted.

Chen Wen didn't dare to come nonsense, during the period when the situation was not clear, anything he did could make him regret it for the rest of his life. Rather than having bad and ominous consequences, it is better to wait and see what happens.

The moon rises and sets, the stars shift, and in a blink of an eye, it has reached the first day of the seventh month. Unconsciously, the glorious carriage of the "Shentian Dart Bureau", which finally did not meet the enemy blocking the road, had already come along the south bank of the Yangtze River to a certain flower street willow market near Jinling (Jiankang).

At this moment, in the northern sky, the blue curtain is entangled, the white clouds are like washing, the summer breeze is tunneled, and the sun is warm. Such a celestial phenomenon dilutes the past on the ground and writes a gentle overture, however, it has branded the sin of Yan Bo's conspiracy and fighting.

In the palace of the four princes of the Dajin Kingdom, there was a sea of people, but it was quiet. The armored soldiers and palace staff in a column gathered here, and looking at the situation, it seemed that they were on standby.

I saw that in the palace square, Xiaohong, Xiaolu, and Xiaoliang had returned to Wanyanbo, with their heads bowed and their faces full of frustration. Among them, the little boy was even more ashamed and blamed, closed his eyes tightly, and his face was very solemn. The loyalty of the little boy can be seen by a fool. Over the years, all the tasks entrusted to him by Prince Bo and made him fully responsible for them, he was able to complete them smoothly, of course, the difficulty of those tasks was relatively simple, and this time the result was ......

The lost Wan Yanbo was angry and unbearable, the brocade robe flicked, the sleeves flipped over, and a lightning-fast slap shadow suddenly threw out of the sleeve, and continuously hit the faces of the three people standing in a row, Xiao Hong, Xiao Lu, and Xiao Ling. It was a slap in the face, but the three servants did not raise their hands to cover their faces. It's not that they are not afraid of pain, but they represent the Meng'an Mouke leadership class of the Jin State under the rule of the Jurchen people, and they must endure what ordinary people can't endure and do what ordinary people can't.

At this moment, Pan Qing, a tall and thin man with long hair and fluttering hair, stepped diagonally on the red tile wall of the palace and flew over. At that moment, countless blades pointed at him to protect the prince.

I saw Yan Bo yelling: "All the guards are all retreating!" The sergeants couldn't understand why, but they could only obey the order. Wan Yanbo looked at this terrifying guest who came rashly from a distance, and asked with a fist: "Dare to ask the hero why he is visiting here?" Pan Qing said sullenly: "I want to worship under the account of Prince Bo and serve Prince Bo, I wonder if Prince Bo is gracious?" Wan Yanbo was not nervous at all, and still confidently and calmly agreed: "Hehe, I see! If you want to take refuge in this king, you can, but I have a simple rule here, as long as you are willing to act according to the rules of this king, this king will definitely be the only one to lift and reuse your Excellency!" Pan Qing said: "Please make it clear to the prince." Wan Yanbo said: "It's very simple, I have a lowly position surnamed Li, if Your Excellency can take ten moves from him and not die, this king will give Your Excellency an official title." When it was, the man in blue surnamed Li suddenly rolled out of the shadows with a somersault. It turned out that this person was the "straw hat master" Li Gongqi, who looked like a farmer and a countryman.

Soon, Pan Qing looked at Li Gong in front of him and nodded to signal that the game could start, although Li Gong smiled with a little contempt, but it was a pity that the yellow straw hat on Li Gong's head blocked his own face, and Pan Qing didn't see his sarcastic mocking mouth.

The surrounding crowd dispersed.

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