On the grassland, which is not as far as the eye can see, people who have been nomadic for generations, migrating for a living, and wandering tents depict the helplessness of avoiding the cold winter and the expectation of spring!

But in the hearts of the Guyue people, a spark burned in their hearts, becoming the beauty of the longed-for heavenly court!

Like the people of the Ten Dynasties, there is a stable place to live, and there is no need to wander around.

The desire to longing has become a fallen angel, living and working in peace has become a demon in the heart, there is no kind of beauty, it will become God's mercy, follow the people who need it, and their own struggle has become a performance of progress, and maybe it will be the idea of sin again and again.

But even if it is a crime, how can you do whatever you want, and when you get it, the dripping blood is like a blue sky and a floating red cloud.

After several lifetimes of hard work, tens of trillions of miles of walking, the heavenly court is still singing and dancing, rubbing the wine is strong, the fragrance of mare's milk wine has been drunk a little disgusting, and the tender meat of the leg of mutton has been eaten with a sadistic stomach.

I really want to change, I want to go to the prosperous people dagger ten dynasties, take a look, feel the feeling, what is the taste of life.

It's a pity that the weak leg of mutton has tied the footprints of the footsteps, and the Guyue people can only follow on the boundless grassland, and the reincarnation of several generations has not changed at all.

They longed for the slightest pity, without the slightest transformation, and a few people made a fertile fodder, an endless flock of horses and sheep, but they did not feel the slightest fear, only endless smiles, covering their faces.

Whatever you want, this is the obsession of doing whatever you want!

If the people of the Ten Dynasties can also be like the sheep, the Heavenly Court that the Guyue Clan yearns for will be found!

The beauty of the heart, like myths and legends, is told to dear children, who knows, and has become a bloody lesson of right and wrong.

The cold winter is far away, the green grass is green, and the big snow mountain connected to the white clouds has turned into clear and transparent snow water, which gathers in the mother's river, increasing the waste of the Guyue people eating and drinking with the flock, and supplementing the pity of multiplication!

In the tent of the royal family of the Guyue clan, the old Bumpy Khan can no longer dance the sword, but unfortunately the ambition in his heart still exists!

A piece of bad news came from a distant battlefield.

A strong man who was as strong as an ox was saying: "Khan, there is no news from the national teacher, it has been three months, and the only hope of survival is just in case."

The Bumpy Khan, sitting there, savoring, a cup of sake brought by the national master from the Ten Dynasties of the Dagger, called "Hometown Love".

A faint trace of turquoise blue rises from the edge of the glass to the top of the tent, converging into a fresh sky!

The uneven and somewhat cloudy eyes, in a trance, are like recalling yesterday's picture, very clear, one scene flashes in front of you, and the words of the national teacher are like carvings, in the depths of the heart, imprinted that we are in the same sky, we are the ambition of a family!

The uneven Khan couldn't help but admire the beautiful concept of being a slave as a literati, and the spiritual tranquility was far-reaching. Sacrifice is inevitable.

The clumsy performance of excuses!

However, the bumps know the dream and feelings of being a slave and the world for the public, and I have to admire his wish to take off! But how can it be realized?

The cloudy eyes make it even more difficult to see the figure, but everyone's waiting, the original intention of their own inner rest, dominates the bumps and bumps to make an explanation after the fact!

The bumps involuntarily looked to the side, combing a ponytail braid, the sky-blue grassland cheongsam was decorated with a trace of willful and innocent smiles, two jet-black obsidian eyes clamped a weak Qiong nose, clamped very tightly, and a few sparse black eyelashes supported the looming soft soft eyebrows!

The red lips that are thin than broken, revealing the sweet voice of the sweet spring like the water of the snow-capped mountains, without a trace of magnetism, it is so clean, clean that the men around him can't rise a trace of desire!

Some thoughts are like the source of evil, willing to die to atone for their sins!

She's so clear and lofty.

The Bumpy Khan looked at his life, his horse as his home, and he conquered everywhere, leaving behind his only blood relative, his granddaughter, who was unable to speak for a long time, and could not make a cruel decision.

Maybe I'm really guilty, but I really don't want to burden my last loved ones!

How long can the short-lived bump take care of you, appeared in the heart of the bump.

Who can take care of you instead of Bump, Bump can rest assured!

Imminent, a decision that had to be made appeared in the bumpy mouth.

"The soft leaves are fragrant, the concave and concave princess of the soft leaves, I have wronged you."

A piece of blue cloth was picked up from the stool in front of the seat, spread out his hands, and got up and walked before the cork incense, and answered on the slender neck of the cork incense.

Go and help grandpa take care of the ten-year-old Zhige Numei who has not yet grown up, and take care of her to grow up, there is no way to repay her, a little favor, a little relief of the backlog of burden in my heart!

What was this decision, which became a deep ravine between the leaders of the various tribes of the steppe, letting them know that the gap between the khan and them was like a bright moon rising into the sky, and fireflies.

It is not the same, and the price of comparison is shame!

But there are still a few people who understand, nodding and praising one after another, but there are also a few people who are worried, look at the handsome young man who came by himself, and think about the decision of the old Bumpy Khan!

It's also a complete dead heart, knowing that you can't do anything.

A luxurious carriage drove away from the Guyue clan on the grassland, dozens of powerful men, interspersed with the surroundings of the carriage, skilled horse skills, like flying swallows, there was no barrier to stop their coquettishness.

There is no audience performance, there is nothing more futile than this, just trampling on a few more innocent grasses, harmless, but the sadness in the heart is undoubtedly expressed on the face, a little grass is a life, I have to be so helpless, but how can it be ruined!

Then I was heartbroken, why is that?

The vast grassland is like a vast sea, with thousands of blue waves, big waves floating, crossing a high wave, another one appears, endless, I don't know how long it will take to walk!

How did a snow-capped mountain appear on the horizon in front of them, which became their shocking hearts!

Looking at the mountain tired horse, it is definitely not exaggerated, the sky is dark and only a moon and a little starlight are left, but looking at the snow-capped mountain in front of you has not yet arrived, it is just a huge shadow and cold current, no different, how can it be cold in spring, it is just more cool, shelter from the wind and rain, want to block the invasion of this cool air, but to support some more time, full preparation at this time has been expressed, on the frame of the carriage, a large bundle of firewood was taken down by the guards and lit, reducing the migration of the cold current, scaring the approach of the wolves, what is more useful than him, this is the continuation of the experience！

Looking at the snow-capped mountains not far away, thinking of the battle not long ago, the tears of compassion faintly dripped, and it was even more pitiful!

The words in the clear voice of the mouth sounded: "Tomorrow, go to the memorial, for tomorrow!"