Chapter 261

The real mark about him that day was written in the vast snow, which was covered by the snow layer by layer, and then taken away by the footprints a little bit. He was Dara Jinxian, and he would never know.

The real heart never opens.

No trace of snow melting.

The gift basket is empty. It is exquisite and exquisite. It has twelve layers and twelve ordinary objects.

He told her that he had never forgotten, so that she would be silent in the grassland wind at midnight.

Where is my mood collected?

You ask me, but I can't give you an answer. Either it's in the ferocious blood hole on the side of tianniang's temple, or in the wide open eyes of FengHao in the side hall of Anping palace, or in the lonely solitary forest at the foot of Songshan Mountain in the suburb of Beijing, or has already turned into paper money that day and died with the snow.

Moonlight gradually lit up, light red, she sat on the ground, leaning against the window, occasionally a side of the head, saw the dawn of the sky, has changed the bright sunlight.

Eleven gifts, a letter, unconsciously, they spent the whole night.

All the things were scattered on the carpet, and she put them away as they were except what had been eaten.

Can't help but smile - ning Yi cheated her once again, saying that it was the eight characters of FengHao's birthday. Where is it?

In the light sunlight, her smile is no longer gentle and far away, but real, cool, covered with snow, coated with autumn frost.

Then she slowly covered her face, buried her head in her arms, and shrunk her body into a ball - a gesture of protecting herself and rejecting the outside world.

She doesn't know.

Outside the porch, someone sleeps on the railing with both hands and pillows. With a pair of colorful gemstone eyes, the moon will be seen from the east to the West.

Next door someone sat cross legged, palms close to the wall, toward the direction of her back.

At dawn, except for three people who stayed up all night, the rest of them were full of energy.

The most plump one is the Dharma living Buddha who arrived last night. He Lianzheng sent people to carry the living Buddha with a bag of cloth in a bag.

As soon as the old guy arrived last night, he wanted to announce his existence. However, he Lianzheng, who was worried that he was tired, rushed to his room to go to bed. He was not allowed to disturb the living Buddha. He got up early this morning and named him he Lianzheng.

When he heard the sound of the front hall, he seemed to be boiling. When Feng Zhiwei opened the door, he Lianzheng, who was sleeping in the corridor, was stunned.

He Lianzheng turned over and climbed up and held out his hand to her. "Let's go. Let's go and see damaalla."

His smile is magnanimous, the gesture of holding out his hand is full of tolerance, but in his eyes there are thin blood threads caused by sleepless night.

Feng Zhiwei looked at him and slowly put his hand into his arm.

Before he got to the front hall, he saw the peony flowers commanding the maids and maids to arrange the guests. There were many carpets on the floor in front of a spacious hall, and there were hundreds of people sitting in the front of the hall, which made the front yard very noisy.

"Where are so many people?"

"Your grandparents, uncles, aunts, uncles, aunts, uncles, aunts, uncles, uncles, uncles, uncles, uncles, uncles, aunts, uncles, uncles, uncles, uncles, uncles, uncles, uncles, aunts, uncles, aunts, uncles, aunts, uncles, aunts The peony flowers came together and talked.

"There are so many relatives." "From now on, it's all my subordinates and people."

"Zhadalan!" Someone rubbed his sleeve and drank, "is that your Han girl? Oh, my God, it's yellow than the soil under the grass roots!"

All around coax and laugh, those brothers who covet the throne no matter how big or small, laugh so much that they can hardly stand on their feet.

"That's your princess!" He Lianzheng's violent drink made the noise of the yard quiet. "If you don't understand the rules, get out of here immediately!"

Chunyu Meng took his guard to the center of the crowd. The sound of the long sword and the armor was clear. His eyes were even more cold than those of the long blades.

The voices on all sides were quieter, and some showed hostility.

"Zadalan, do you want to use force in front of damaallah?" The man glared at helianzheng.

He Lianzheng sneered and immediately began to smooth his sleeve, but someone pulled him.

"Zhadalan is from the grassland and can't do it in front of the living Buddha." Feng Zhi smiles and chants and walks over.

The man snorted coldly and disdained to look at her.

"The imperial concubine and my subordinates are Han people. We may not have to abide by some rules." Feng Zhiwei slowly adjusted the sleeves, to Chunyu Meng a part of the head.

Chunyu Meng happily "Hey With a sound, he went up and kicked over the man's desk.

"I'm not pleased with you! If you have seed, you'll have a fight

"Pooh!" The man rose abruptly.

The two men were fighting together. Chunyumeng, who was born in a military general's family and had been taught by famous martial masters for a long time, was naturally not comparable to those unruly men like prairie. They soon crushed the man and beat him down.

People around the face of anger, ready to move, Feng know slightly light way: "who want to fight, we will accompany."

No one can beat her three thousand guards in a group fight. What's more, chunyumeng is also one-on-one beating that makes the other party unable to resist. The people have to watch. The man's voice is dull and painful. Chunyu Meng grabs a handful of yellow mud under the grass roots and puts it in his mouth. "Grandma, see clearly, Huang? Yellow? "Peony flower's eyes were burning at Chunyu Meng's back, and her saliva flowed to the instep of her feet, "why didn't I find this child so brave and strong before? Look at that, Huang? Yellow? Yellow

Feng Zhiwei glanced at her and thought how could you hear the word "yellow" so excited?

"See clearly, don't you? See clearly, you can roll! " Chunyu fiercely raised his hand and smashed that guy's huge body several feet away, hitting the ground with a loud noise.

Now more than 100 people are finally quiet.

"Who the hell is this man?" Feng Zhiwei looked at the man who was still struggling to get up in the pit and asked.

"Gard, the eldest son of korcha." Peony flowers attached to Fengzhi micro ear, "rely on not to hand over that 20000 military power."

"The Royal Army of the huzhuo tribe is different from the scattered people of other tribes." Feng Zhiwei said, "in view of huzhuo's support for the imperial court, the Royal Army was set up separately, and the Yuzhou grain department was responsible for part of the supplies and supplies, and refused to hand them over? It's very simple. I'll send a letter to Chunyu Meng and ask him to give it to Yuzhou grain road. He said that there is enough grain in the grassland at present. However, it is expected that there may be heavy snow this winter. There is no large granary on the grassland for storage. It is better to deposit half of it in Yuzhou granary, and then You know what to do. "

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