This rain has been stubbornly falling for more than half a month. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoI don't know how many people who think they are excellent at divination, and they are about to scratch their scalps.

According to this method, the western frontier of Great Qin is afraid that it will be extinct, although it is still possible to go up to the mountains to hunt and go down to the river to fish, but it is far from satisfying the appetite consumption of these tens of thousands of people. It's just that the life and death of these tens of thousands of border people will not affect the family of the gate lord in the ruling center in the slightest, or sing and dance, or seek pleasure. It's just that tens of thousands of border people are starving to death, and it's even more sad than a pot of orchids in the courtyard that died.

For those generals guarding the border passes, instead of spending energy to rescue the border people, it is better to read a few more military books in the study. These trivial matters should not be the business of these high-ranking generals.

If so, tens of thousands of border residents have no choice but to save themselves, using rudimentary wooden tools to dig drainage ditches and build dams to intercept them. Strengthen the houses in the village. When the thatch runs out, the weeds and vines are cut, and when the weeds and vines are not enough, they mix the mud with moss. The so-called bricks and tiles are luxury ornaments that only the nobles in the city can afford. The fur and animal meat that these border people hunt in a year can't even be exchanged for a few decent metal utensils. A tripod and a few knives are the greatest wealth of a village. For such work as digging ditches, you are reluctant to use precious metal tools, and you can only use some wooden tools to fight against heaven and earth.

Occasionally, a few villages that are not young and strong enough to take precautions are too late, and it is common for a village to die.

On this day, there were horseshoe formations on the official road. Half a month ago, it was rumored that the seventh prince who was about to go to Sunset Pass had finally come. Cavalry on both sides guarded the carriages in the middle, and a mighty black man with a long axe on his saddle and looked less like a human than a monster acted as a vanguard. Although it was rainy, several banners were waved in the wind under the drumming of these iron-blooded heroes, and the word "Yi" in Dou Da showed the identity of the owner in the carriage.

In the middle of the team, there was an old Taoist wearing a crane feather robe, this person had deep eye sockets, a high nose bridge, a pair of sword eyebrows, a pair of slender eyes that looked ruthless, and two thin lips. At first glance, it makes people feel that this person is unkind. The temples on both sides are high and bulging, and the hands are metallic, and at first glance they are martial arts masters.

Behind the palace was a black-clad and black-armored swordsman who was armed with a long, straight-edged knife. The whole person gives people a sense of obscurity. Although he is holding a sharp blade, he does not give birth to a trace of vigilance. After seeing his face, you will forget it in an instant, as if everyone looks like him, and you look at him like ten thousand people.

The whole team was silent, only the hooves of the horses and horses fell to the ground in unison, which was extremely harsh.

Liang Duwei led the team and went out of the city early to greet him, thousands of iron horsemen lined up on both sides, and officials of all sizes stood inside and outside the Shili Pavilion in order of rank. The handsome and slightly effeminate Liang Duwei sat in the pavilion shaking a folding fan, and a cold fruit bowl was placed on the stone table in front of him. The handmaid was carefully peeling three or two grapes and stuffing them into his mouth. The officials behind him cautiously lowered their heads, not daring to glance at the scantily clad maidservants.

Even though it was still raining heavily outside the pavilion, these petty officials did not dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool. These petty officials are just the lowest officials, in the eyes of these wealthy sons, the only difference between the little officials and ordinary untouchables is that once they are killed, they will be a little troublesome. But only slightly.

In the eyes of these wealthy sons, as long as the family background of an equal-level official is not as good as his own, he is inferior to himself and cannot be accompanied. Today, the Seventh Prince arrived, and others, even the one from Feixue Pass, didn't think that they could let him out of the gate of the Governor's Mansion. In the book, Yan Ruyu is much better looking than the old face of Master Chen.

Those generals stood in the rain, looking at those civil officials who didn't practice martial arts and magic with mocking faces shivering in the rain. Liang Duwei is the son of the gate valve, and when he greets the seventh prince, he can bring a servant girl to serve, but they don't even dare to bring one, in case he is detained for the crime of disrespect, the seventh prince Yingyi is not a good-tempered person.

As the team's banner rose on the distant horizon, Liang Duwei pushed away the maidservant and walked out of the pavilion alone holding an oil-paper umbrella.

The poor maidservant did not dare to stay alone in the pavilion, so she hurriedly packed the fruit bowl in a food box, and stood in the rain waiting out of the pavilion. Although it was summer, the rain lasted for more than half a month, and the weather was naturally extremely cold, and those civil officials with long clothes and big sleeves were still shivering from the cold, not to mention this fair maid who only wore light gauze and bandeau breast. The rain wet the light veil, clinging to the delicate skin, whether it was a military general with strong blood or a civil official who was still trembling, they couldn't help but stare twice.

Hey, they all say that the border is bitter and cold, that's our bitter haha, look at the son of the county guard, even if he came to this side to practice, he also brought a nurse, a pair of pretty maids, and nearly ten families.

Looking back on myself, the only chance I had for that job was the eight or nine days off every three months, and most of the money was squandered on these days. Jinchun City, which is closest to this Sunset Pass, relies on the money and salary of these soldiers to support nearly 20 Goolan.

The girls and actors in the hook bar, no matter how bad the performance is, there will be a steady stream of rewards. The men at the border held back for a long time, even if the sow could dance a song and dance, it could win some applause, not to mention, these women were sent from several famous hooks in the capital, although they were a little older, they were only relative to those little girls in the capital. The years are a little longer, and there are also the benefits of being a little longer, and they are more charming and mature. But it's the taste of these bloody men who have been holding back for a long time. Often, within three to five days, the pockets of silver were emptied.

This is a long way off. I saw Liang Duwei standing in the middle of the road, holding an oil-paper umbrella alone. Dressed in a white brocade robe, he completely looks like a turbidity son.

Xi stood on the city tower and looked at the officials ten miles away: "A group of villains who worship high and low"

Qin Lao Cheng stood behind Xi with his body bent: "My lord, these people naturally can't be compared with you, my lord." It's like a sparrow and a goshawk, mud and a white cloud. Most of these small officials can only do nothing. Your Excellency, you have a bright future."

Xi said lightly: "Old Qin is too famous" and bowed his hand slightly, which can be regarded as thanks

Xu Ao stepped on the stone steps and walked up the city wall step by step. Watching the evening stand on the city wall in the wind and rain. His long hair is flying, and the rain is more set off his dust. Compared with the Liang Duwei outside the city, one is a naturally carved jade, and the other is a vase with obvious artificial traces. I can't say which one is more handsome, it's just natural, and it always has a little more charm than the artificial.

In the distance, a few rocks rolled down the mountain, like the sound of a war horse galloping from far and near.

Not good, the flash flood is coming. Liang Duwei suddenly changed color: "Escort!"