A courtyard.

Several earthen houses.

From the outside, it is unremarkable.

From the inside, it's exquisite.

In the water purification porcelain vase, there are flowers that are not grateful.

In the filigree smoker, fine sandalwood is burned.

The curtain hangs high, and the house is full of fragrance.

The red candle floats, like a fairyland.

Under the curtain, a carved laurel bed.

Meng Erdan lay on his back.

Beside him, a slender figure.

The soft face is like a flower petal in spring, and under the light, a pair of red lips look more and more delicate.

She snuggled up to Meng Erdan's sweaty side, her face flushed, her eyes were misty, her small red lips were slightly panting, and her breath was like an orchid.

A layer of sweat oozed from her seductive breasts, and Ruyu's skin became more and more white and tender, and her chest rose and fell.

She was lying on the laurel bed, like a flower gently swaying with the spring breeze.

She is the most delicate flower in spring.

She is a peony.

Meng Erdan put one thick arm around the little lovely man beside him, lying comfortably on the soft and wide laurel bed, his eyes looking straight at the ceiling.

Above the big bed, there is a picture of the spring palace painted with vivid colors.

The color is abrupt and gorgeous, the tone is detailed and realistic, and under the light, it is exciting to see people's hearts.

Suddenly, as if a dragon was flying outside the window, half the sky suddenly turned red.

With the help of the wind, the dragon jumped and flashed, leaving a dancing figure on the window screen.

It's fire.

Blaze.

Prairie fires!

The grassland fire, the fire was smoking, ten miles apart, as if outside the window.

It's on fire......

Meng Erdan cheered in his heart, and a silent smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He lay on the bed, staring without blinking at the painting by an unknown master.

Under the fire, the painting seemed to have life in the light of the fire, and the people on the painting seemed to be impatient to move one by one.

Meng Erdan was lying on the bed, his breathing, which had just calmed down, became rapid again, and his arm around the peony became harder and harder, and in his heart, a beast seemed to be slowly waking up.

He jerked over and pressed the delicate body down very roughly......

With the autumn wind, the grassland slowly begins to turn yellow.

The grass is endless.

The north wind is howling, unsheltered.

With such a beautiful view, I am most afraid of fire.

Once the fire starts, the fire is powered by the wind and the wind, and the boundless grassland is quickly burned into a piece, and the wild horses are galloping and spreading, and it is impossible to control it at all.

The mountain gang started and prospered on the grassland, and naturally regarded the grassland as their greatest capital.

Even, in the eyes of some gangsters, this grassland is not only the food and clothing parents they rely on, but also the holy land in their hearts.

The Holy Land is inviolable.

As the No. 1 gang in the rivers and lakes, they are the only ones who violate others, how dare anyone run in front of them and make a fart?

But now, there are really people who run to the grassland, don't fart, only set fire.

At first, Wang Bao Li Ding, who was bumped into by them, could still treat each other politely, but I didn't know that the young gang leader Ma Xiao actually planted the tiger head flag on the grassland, and the enemy's footcloth was inserted into their sacred grassland.

The blood they shed on the grassland can be regarded as compensation for the defilement of the grassland.

Such an important grassland is actually fragile enough.

For example, a heavy snowfall or a wildfire can bring disaster to the seemingly rich grassland.

It's going to snow, and no one can stop it.

But people want to set fires, and this is something that their backers will never allow.

Even when they use fire on weekdays, they are very cautious. lest a moment of negligence lead to a catastrophe.

Naturally, the prevention of wildfires has always been the top priority of the backers.

Throughout the year, there is a special group of people in the backer gang, riding black horses, wearing black clothes, carrying fire extinguishing equipment, riding horses and galloping, not for anything else, especially for fire prevention.

The sickles, shovels, and brooms used to extinguish small wildfires are also painted black.

There is also a scout with a black flag on his back, specializing in patrolling, a slight abnormality, as soon as the signal is issued, naturally someone will come to Pegasus.

The grasslands are the most afraid of fire.

As for why all black is black, there is naturally a reason for him. It is said that among the five elements, black is the virtue of water, water can overcome fire, and water can prevent fire, so that there is no danger.

Not to mention the five elements of yin and yang, just look at the horse team, the black black horse, the black flag and the black guy, galloping on the grassland, living like a black lightning, and like a messenger who came out of hell, majestic and domineering, enough to deter those with bad intentions.

But I didn't expect that with such strict precautions, something still happened.

When the fire spreads, the first to suffer must be the livestock.

Not to mention the cattle and sheep that can't run fast, even the fast horses that are good at running can't escape the fire.

At this time, a strong wind blew again.

The fire burned more and more arrogantly.

With the roar of the north wind, the fire rushed forward like a flood that opened the floodgates, and everywhere it went, grass, tents, cattle, sheep, and horses...... All of them became charcoal ashes, and none of them were left.

There were the stupid flocks, one by one, in a heap, and at last they were burned to charcoals.

There was the shepherd, who coveted a few leather robes, who rushed into the tent despite the dissuasion, and in an instant was drowned in the dancing tongues of fire.

There was the sturdy horse, the six gods had no owner, and they were chased by the flames, foaming at the mouth, and running wildly, and finally, instead of being burned to death by the fire, they fell to the ground first, and ran alive.

The voices of the people, the neighing of thousands of horses, the thick smoke and the raging fire, the picturesque grassland, in an instant, turned into a hell on earth......

The men in black and the black-flag scouts had already rushed in, facing the sea of fire, and they had no choice but to disperse the herd of livestock.

Such a fire is definitely not human.

The north wind roared, the flames danced wildly, and in the night, it was like thousands of ghosts and demons roaring.

There is no doubt that the arsonist must have been planning for a long time. Look at the opportunity, take advantage of the gap in defense, and take advantage of this windy weather, without spending a single soldier, without moving a knife or a gun, just one fire is enough to severely damage the backer gang.

Years of accumulation, once turned to ashes.

First of all, the wranglers at the bottom couldn't stand it anymore, and on the land where the flames had been extinguished and the smoke and dust had not yet dissipated, their knees weakened, and they fell to the ground at once, facing the long sky, beating their chests and feet, and sobbing majesticly.

Those gangsters who usually kill people without blinking, but they are riding on horses, holding the hilt of a knife carved with a statue of a horse's head, and their eyes are wide with anger and righteous indignation.

Such a big event, but the helper did not show up.

Finally, a hall master came, dressed in a big coat, riding on a horse, looking at the wildfire that spread all over the mountains, without saying a word, and his face was as calm as a pool of water.

Suddenly, there was a thunderclap in the sky, and a red lightning bolt pierced the sky, like a god dancing a long sword.

Thunder is rarely heard on the grassland, not to mention, it is autumn.

The whistling wind suddenly had a hint of murder.

The people on the horses were suddenly stunned, looking at each other one by one, at a loss.

There was another flash of lightning, and the deafening thunderclap startled the remaining cattle and horses on the ground to stop wailing.

In the blink of an eye, heavy rain fell from the sky.

The hall master was riding on his horse, and suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared, letting out a wild laugh like a wild wolf howl: "Haha! God bless me to support the mountain gang!"

"God bless the backers!"

"God bless the backers!"

The gang reacted, drew their scimitars, and waved them, howling like wolves.

"The sky has eyes, the sky has eyes, thank you for the immortal heaven!" the herdsmen who knelt on the ground cried, and one by one fell to the ground, crying bitterly.

Fire is terrible.

But fire is also fragile.

When it is terrible, it is as fierce as a demon, and it devours everything wherever it passes. Even if they are as powerful as the backers, they can only sigh and be helpless.

When it was vulnerable, a heavy rain and the fire that was not yet suitable for a lifetime disappeared in an instant.

The hall master rode on his horse, let the lightning and thunder, and the pouring rain poured on his body, moistening like rain.

Seeing that the fire was extinguished, he was indescribably happy in his heart.

Suddenly, he slammed the rain on his face, and without saying a word, he turned his horse's head and stared at the direction of the desert.

As if they had received some silent order, the gang leaders wielding scimitars turned their horses' heads and stared at the direction of the desert.

Live like a pack of hungry wolves looking at a herd of yellow sheep.

In the wolf's mouth, saliva seems to have been flooded for a long time......

The backer gang has been in business for many years, and with the scimitar fast horse and the morality of the rivers and lakes, it has already enclosed the fertile grassland into its own garden.

In the grasslands, no one dares to go against them.

Even if it's a yellow rat and a green snake.

The enemies of arson can only come from outside the grassland.

There is no need to probe, no need to investigate, all suspicions point to the desert.

Recently, only the desert has complained about them.

That bitter place where birds don't.

The people who killed them first, then turned an eye and burned their grasslands.

It's tolerable, it's unbearable.

It seems that the last cleanup was not thorough enough, and there are still remnants of the quicksand gang who have slipped through the net.

Since they dare to go against the backer gang again and again, it seems that some people are really tired of being alive.

In that case, it is better to simply fulfill him......

The sky in the north of the Saibei is changing.

It poured down, it fell in the middle of the night, and when it was almost dawn, it turned into snow.

The goose feathers and snow covered the world in a blink of an eye.

The grasslands burned by the fire were also buried by heavy snow.

The scars are gone, and the prairie seems to have regained its former magnificence and scarcity.

Heavy snow also covered the Liangjie Mountains and also covered the desert.

Heaven and earth change color, and the world seems to become simple.

Appreciating wine and reciting poetry has always been the interest of literati and artists.

For the people at the bottom who are struggling in the loess and desert, the heavy snow only means that their lives will become more difficult.

Niu Ye got up in the morning and sat in the yard to chop wood as usual.

It was snowing, and the weather was getting colder and colder, so Niu Ye deliberately wrapped a heavy sheepskin jacket.

It's snowing today, and I'm afraid business in the tavern will be a little better.

Because, wine can keep out the cold.

Good business means more firewood in the store.

Firewood is used to make a fire, to heat a house, to make a sake, and to cook meat......

That being the case, of course, it is necessary to split more.

Even if it's a snowy day.

Niu Ye was still sitting on the stake, his wrists shook slightly, and those hard and stubborn miscellaneous trees flew like pieces of paper, and in the blink of an eye, they had become a small mountain......

Across the road from Niu Ye's tavern is the old woman's courtyard.

Heavy snow covered the earthen house, and it seemed that there was a lack of dust.

Meng Erdan originally had no fixed residence, but recently, he seems to have made a home in this courtyard.

It's just that there is a flower in it that makes him obsessed.

A flower that blooms all year round.

Peony.

Peony, as a dusty woman, is certainly not the kind of innocent girl who is as pure as an apricot.

is different from ordinary Qinglou women, the ups and downs of many years in Fengyue Field have not made the peony stained with that disgusting smoke and dust. On the contrary, the peony that has read countless people has a unique charm of a mature woman.

This charm made Meng Erdan obsessed.

Meng Erdan, who has been weathered in the rivers and lakes, can live in this comfortable courtyard, and have such an empathetic stunner as Peony to accompany him every night, which is naturally the best.

Of course, none of this came out of nowhere.

You need to take out the money.

Meng Erdan is not short of silver.

There are really not many things in this world that can't be bought with silver.

Including the one that seems to exist only with the legendary Mengru.

As long as you take out enough silver, you can see the stunner in the world who looks like a fairy.

But there really seems to be something in the world that no amount of money can buy.

For example, Mengru, no matter who she is, no matter how much she pays, Mengru insists on selling her art and not selling her body.

Sitting opposite a stunning beauty, stroking the strings and playing the piano, tasting tea and discussing, that kind of Yaxing is something that Meng Erdan and his ilk do not have, and they are also very disdainful.

He could take out a hundred and fifty taels of silver, but he never asked to see Mengru.

As a man in the prime of life, Peony is more realistic.

Even if all this is bought with money, lying on the peony bed, he has a sense of "home".

It was snowing heavily, but inside the house was as warm as spring.

The little girl in the coarse cloth shirt had already come running before dawn, cautiously and tiptoeingly, and lit a charcoal fire in the house.

It is unlikely that Peony Mengru and the like will clean up the room by themselves.

The old woman won't do it either.

Therefore, in addition to these protagonists, in the courtyard, without exception, there are also a few little girls in coarse cloth clothes.

These are, of course, mediocre-looking people.

Moreover, there are two more, born stupid.

The old woman bought it just to do some rough work and stupid work.

Of course, sometimes when business is good, when the four flowers in spring, summer, autumn and winter plus a Mengru can't cope with it, there are also not very picky guests who will pick a girl and take it to the side room to deal with the emergency.

After all, being young, even if they are mediocre, they are better than those old and decrepit prostitutes in the mud houses next to the street.

Most of the time, of course, they were just slaves who worked as coolies.

Meng Erdan was lying on the cinnamon bed of the peony, warm and comfortable.

Peony was naked, snuggling tightly beside Meng Erdan.

The smooth and sweet flesh made him feel intoxicated.

Suddenly, looking at the heavy snow outside the window, Meng Erdan seemed to remember something, and turned over with a frown.

Peony gasped and let out a coquettish sigh, a pair of soft and boneless arms wrapped around Meng Erdan's neck, and the two talking eyes were half-open and half-closed, looking at the face full of stubble, which seemed to be full of anticipation.

Meng Erdan pushed the peony away and sat up suddenly.

The action is quick and rough.

Behind her, Peony lay on the bed, and the brocade quilt slipped off her back, revealing her jade-like skin.

Meng Erdan didn't look back, grabbed his clothes, crackled, and put them on in three or two.

The little girl who rushed to hear the news half-knelt in front of his knees and put on the pair of woolen cowhide boots for him.

Meng Erdan didn't look at it, turned around and grabbed the board axe and stuck it in his waist.

Outside the door, the snow had stopped, and it was not dawn.

Meng Erdan put on a hat and turned over on the horse. The heavy cowhide boots slammed the horse's belly, and the tall horse let out a long roar and jumped out like a meteor......