The black charcoal boy didn't care about the thin girl who had fainted, and he slapped Liu Zhi hard in the face.

Liu Zhi looked as usual, no grievances, no sadness, as if this slap was justified.

"Take her back!" said the black charcoal boy to Liu Zhi with a calm face.

Liu Zhi walked over and picked up the thin girl who had fainted, the legs of these five people were swinging, and the arms of the black charcoal were dripping with blood, but he didn't even say a word.

Black Tan forcibly held back his tears, turned to the five people and grinned, "Do you remember what Young Master Ben said before?"

The five of them sat on the ground in fright, and they started crying.

After that day, a boy called a black-faced little Yama appeared in Beiyi, and the rich and noble children of the entire Beiyi court changed their color when they heard it, and the thin girl became his maidservant and named Ma Liu.

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In the winter of the fourth year of the Feng Dynasty, it snowed heavily in the Central Plains.

The war in the south was urgent, and Mu Liao, the Marquis of Zhennan, and Song Qian, the king of northern Xinjiang, rebelled, and the army of the Feng Dynasty was stuck with each other in the north and south.

In the Jiangbei Palace, the goose feathers and heavy snow fall slowly, and in the small pavilion in a lake, a white-haired old man and a white-robed young man play against each other.

The black and white twins killed each other, and each fell like a battle, deciding how many soldiers were killed or wounded.

The black-robed old man was holding a black child, and the white-robed man was holding the white child, and he became hesitant before the child fell.

"Your Royal Highness, my Xinjiang Northern Song clan hopes that you can win the world of my Great Song Dynasty and regain every territory of our Song Dynasty. The black-robed old man's voice was old and kind.

"Mr. He, our Northern Army and the Marquis of Zhennan join forces to fight against the imperial court, no matter who loses or who wins, what if when we are both defeated, the Beiyi Iron Cavalry suddenly attacks?"

The old man smiled lightly and said, "You naturally don't have to worry about this, there are forces that can restrain Beiyi!"

"Oh, please show Mr. He!" asked the white-robed young man's eyes lit up and he clenched his fists.

"Do you remember the kid in Dragon City called Wenchen?" the old man asked.

The white-robed young man nodded.

Back then, the black charcoal boy with Ma Erfat and Liu Cripple often bullied Li Countyling's son, he was called Song Xiaoworm by the black charcoal boy at the time, after many years, when he suddenly remembered, he suddenly dreamed, I don't know what happened to the little girl he liked with the black charcoal boy.

"Wen Chen was taken to Beiyi back then, according to the spies who reported that Wen Chen was very appreciated by Beiyi Heavenly Mother, and the throne of Beiyi in the future may be Wen Chen's!" the old man said unhurriedly.

The white-robed young man thought for a moment, then he looked at the old man and said, "What Mr. He means is that the Beiyi Imperial Court doesn't care about fighting on our side, and all their energy is focused on who will be the future Beiyi Emperor?"

The old man smiled kindly, nodded and said: "If you are not of my race, your heart will be different, that smell dust is like the heavy snow in our Central Plains, he will feel cold in the hearts of those palace ministers in Beiyi, no matter how he pretends to be, and Beiyi Tianmu's weight on Wen Chen is the heart of those palace ministers." ”

"Mr. He, what should we do next?" the white-robed young man asked again.

"Zhennan Hou Mu and Wen Chen are mortal enemies, we are just at odds with that Mu family, I heard that the old woman Rong went north with a sword on her back. If it is once Jiechen is born, the situation will be difficult to say, what we have to do is to give a big gift to that kid who smells dust!" said the old man's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Mr. He, it would be unwise for us to be on good terms with Wen Chenjiao at this time. The white-robed young man pondered the old man's meaning.

The old man slowly dropped the sunspot in his hand and defeated the enemy with one move!

"Your Royal Highness, the big gift we want to give to Wen Chen is the list of people who destroyed the Wen clan back then!" the old man said with a calm expression, not in a hurry.

"I heard that kid acted ruthlessly, he will definitely avenge this revenge, if the Absolute Dust Sword is really born, he will definitely make enemies against all the major sects in the world, and we will borrow an east wind to make the flame of revenge burn more vigorously, and it is best that this fire can burn all over the Central Plains!" The old man slowly raised his head and looked at the gloomy sky, and his originally old and cloudy gaze instantly became clear.

The white-robed young man followed the old man's gaze and smiled knowingly.

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On the battlefield in Jiangbei, corpses are everywhere.

A young man in silver armor and a tiger helmet held a three-foot sword in his left hand and a head in his right hand.

The man whose head was removed was staring at him, and he was still shocked to death, and the knife on the neck of the skull was smooth.

"Princess, Mu Feng's head is a birthday gift from the last general to Her Royal Highness the Princess!" The silver-armored young man knelt on one knee and looked at the girl in battle armor sincerely.

The girl's expression was indifferent, she ignored the boy's words, and she stood up and looked north.

"Li Mucheng, in the future, you will follow General Xu and listen to his dispatch!" After a long time, the girl said lightly.

"Princess, do you want to?" the young man's eyes showed a subtle hint of discoloration.

"Li Mucheng, you remember, you are the son of Li Xuan, the commander of Longcheng County, and a soldier of my Fengdu Imperial Court, don't think too much, even if it's the fake princess in the imperial court, don't think about it!" the girl reminded in a cold voice.

"The last general will not dare!" the boy buried his head in the ground.

"Wenchen, you have to hold out until I arrive, you can only die in the hands of my Feng Ling!" the girl still looked at the north intently, and said in her heart.

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The heavy snow in the winter of the curtain spread from the Central Plains to the north, and on the wasteland of the north, the snow was dotted, and the old woman with a cane had pale hair, a rickety figure, and a coarse cloth robe, walking slowly on the vast wasteland.

Occasionally, caravans and horses passed by in the wasteland, and as they passed by the old woman, a carriage slowed down and the curtain slowly opened.

"Is the old woman going to Beiyi too?" asked a woman who poked her head out of the car window and looked at the old woman with a smile.

The old woman turned a deaf ear and continued to hurry at an unhurried pace.

"Don't worry, old woman, we are going to Beiyi caravan, if your mother-in-law doesn't mind, you can go with us. ”

"No need!"

The woman didn't care about the old woman's coldness, she smiled slightly, closed the curtain, and the carriage left.

After a few miles away from the old woman, the woman finally buried her grievances and said, "Isn't it just an old woman, and the sword really let her go to Beiyi?"

"Girl, don't underestimate that old woman, I may not be able to beat her. The coachman reminded with a smile.

The woman puffed out her cheeks, she thought for a long time, and then said with a bright face: "Uncle Wu, that black-faced little Yama King in Beiyi is really powerful?"

"I'll meet him when I get to Beiyi!" said the coachman with a smile.

Beiyi Palace, Yingge Yan dance.

The sons and daughters of the major princes sat in front of the corresponding small table, looking at the bewitching dancing girl with blazing eyes.

In front of the main seat of the hall sat a young man in a brocade robe, and beside him sat a slender woman who was better than a dancing girl beating his legs, and next to him sat a woman who was also beautiful and captivating.

This son is one of the best women in Beiyi by his side, respectively, the maidservant Ma Liu, who is from Liu Zhi, and this swinger is the black-faced little Yama King of Beiyi - Wen Chen.

Wen Chenwei watched the dancing of these rouge vulgar fans, which was really boring.

He waved his hand impatiently, the music stopped abruptly, and the dancer hurriedly retreated after saluting.

Wen Chen straightened up at this time, he looked at everyone and said, "Do you brothers want to hug the beauty?"

He said this with a sly gaze, and at the same time pinched Ma Liu's white face.

Everyone coaxed and said they wanted to.

"Today we will make a game, and whoever wins, I will give my maid Ma Liu to whomever I want!" he said in a flat tone, as if he were discarding a very ordinary gadget.

Ma Liu's body trembled, she held back her tears, and the corners of her mouth bit blood.

The princes of the royal mansions were almost eager to try, who would have thought that the thin little girl who was bullied by them in the deep palace alley back then would now be so smart.

"Brother Wen, what kind of play, tell me quickly, the brothers are in a hurry?" a boy urged.

Wen Chen glanced at the sons, these idiots were almost drunk.

"Erduozhe, I heard that on the day of your martial arts, Duoer Te Laozi gave you a lot of small shoes! You are usually not thin on Duoer! You! Just like your father, you have been a turtle with a shrunken head, don't think about the day of your future in the future, if the Heavenly Mother abdicates, your father's position as the secretary of the ministry will come to an end!" Wen Chen said lightly.

Erduozhen looked at Wenchen with a frightened face, daring to say that the Heavenly Mother abdicated in front of so many people, this Wenchen is too fat.

Dorte's face turned blue for a moment, and he just wanted to scold his mother in his heart.

"Qi Xidu, you have to tell your brother that Duo Erte is about to break the threshold of your sister-in-law's boudoir!"

"Wen Chen!" Dolt patted Xiao Ji and stood up, although he was angry, he didn't dare to look at Wen Chen.

"Dolte, go back and give you a message to your old thing, don't do some unruly assassination, poisoning and other little tricks in the future, if I don't have patience, next time it's you, you or you!" Wen Chen sat slightly drunk, his fingers staggering to everyone.

Wen Chen's words were heart-wrenching, and the dirty things between the major clans were said by Wen Chen on the spot, but a knot formed in the hearts of these princes of the family.

The sons were so frightened that they woke up more than half of them.

"It seems that you have no blessing to have a servant girl in my family, but I will still give you a chance, whoever can do what I think in my heart, my handmaid Ma Liu, will belong to whom! Disperse! Disperse! This group of palace ministers in Beiyi is really boring!" Wen Chen waved his hand.

The sons hurriedly saluted, and at the same time, they were all pregnant with ghosts, just to get a maidservant, the so-called red face and troubled water, nothing more than this!