A new war is brewing rapidly. On this land of blood and fire, a decisive battle in the demon world, which is unprecedented and huge in scale, is on the verge of eruption.
Since the three years since the demon clan raised the flag, time has been like flowing water. The four wilderness countries on the front line were attacked by war and demon soldiers were raging. Until today, the demon gods mobilized large troops everywhere. The Guidan Black-clothed Army, known as the elite, mobilized from the Guidan Battlefield and advanced to the front line of Jiazhou with more than 100,000 people. The Tiangui Army invaded along the Longyuan line with 68,000 people, and even transferred 40,000 troops from the Yuanhuang line of the Slave Kingdom to assist in the battle. They gathered with hundreds of thousands of demon soldiers and sharpened their swords.
Mu Mansion and Qing Mansion sent another 110,000 coalition forces, and the other three mansions sent 90,000 troops to assist in the battle. The two camps stationed in Jiazhou in the Nine Heavens were also dispatched in full swing, with a total of 340,000 troops.
In the Longcheng, the Saint of Yao Xue, who was like a god in the demon world, personally told the world to summon righteous men to attack the demon clan. 300,000 reinforcements in Longcheng reinforced Jiazhou in a mighty manner, and combined 600,000 troops. Both sides wanted to decide the victory and defeat in Jiazhou.
The demon clan and the Nine Heavens land were tense, and the sea was not calm. The demon clan was proud. Once the sea was born, its reputation was stronger than the terrifying existence of the Wujiang River Navy. The demon clan, the demon city navy, was rampant on the sea in Jiazhou, and expanded madly to more than 600 warships, like wild giant beasts, wandered endlessly on the sea. From a distance, people saw a huge black shadow on the blue sea, rushing around the sea unscrupulously. When the shells along the coast hit the city, the thick smoke rolled and the sun was roaring one by one. The fire dragons were roaring angrily. The fierce artillery fire was not left wherever they went. From a distance, they could not see the beginning and end at a glance.
Above the six hundred warships, the demon clan mobilized two hundred divine giant ships, circling in the sky, and demon soldiers drove giant eagles every day, flying freely on the sea. From a distance, they looked like a group of birds, which made people feel scared.
The Nine-level Tianshui Kingdom Jianghu, the Wujiang River Division, which has always dominated the sea, was all taken away by the Demon City Naval Division. Under the repeated urging of Longcheng, Qin Yuan was unable to go out to sea to fight with his old body, so he simply gave up his position as the city lord. Qin Shifan took over as the city lord, and Qin Chuan replaced the Wujiang River Naval Division. Only then did the Wujiang River Naval Division come out of the Jiangdu Sea late.
However, with the strength of the Demon City's naval master, a Wujiang naval master is indeed no match for it. The capital of Haiguo Yue, who has never been very famous, also sent his own naval master to obey Qin Chuan's command.
Time has passed since the past. One night of drinking, what remains is the tranquility after the bustle. In the Zuihua Building, Wei Lang added another glass of wine and said: The decisive battle in Jiazhou is about to break out. What are Brother Zhou’s plans?
Zhou Ning smiled and said: I don’t know what I will do next.
Wei Lang said with a drink: It’s time for me to set off tonight and return to Qing Mansion. My father ordered me to lead the soldiers from Qing Mansion to the front line, and the future is unknown.
Zhou Ning said: Then what about Song Jie?
Wei Lang said: Song Jie will act as the vanguard and fight with the troops from Mu's mansion.
Zhou Ning clasped his fists and said: I wish you a glory on the battlefield. Maybe we can meet again when I go to the front line.
Wei Lang laughed and said: It’s not that I’m scaring my brother, that demon soldier is really powerful. I think you’re still in Mufu City and accompanying the princess. It’s not easy for her to be a woman.
Zhou Ning sighed lightly: You also know that my relationship with Song Jie is pretty good, but he doesn’t understand, so he doesn’t understand that it’s not sweet.
Wei Lang turned sideways and said: You are wrong to see it simply. According to me, Song Jie's ambition is not small. If you think about it, if he married a princess and gave birth to a child, he would have the blood of Longcheng, and everything is better than others, and he is very ambitious!
Zhou Ning said: He is noble in everything, but he is still unwilling to be satisfied?
Wei Lang coughed and said: Isn’t it also satisfying to let a stunning fairy get pregnant with her own child?
Zhou Ning waved his head and said: What are you saying?
Wei Lang rolled his eyes and said: Don’t think the words are rude. Isn’t this the reason?
Zhou Ning looked at the door and said: Have you noticed that the princess has been refusing to agree to this marriage? Song Jie's eyes looked at you differently...
Wei Lang said proudly: That's natural. My Wei family firmly opposed it. Qin Chuan also has a good relationship with me Wei Lang. Jiangducheng also firmly opposed it. Song Jie's intention to cook raw rice into a cooked rice. Humph, who can't see the huge ninth heaven?
Wei Lang poured him another glass of wine and said: What's more, Ah, my good brother, don't underestimate the princess. She knows Song Jie's thoughts very clearly.
Zhou Ning shook his head and said: The demon clan is now rampant. If we oppose it, don’t be intrigue on the battlefield and still have intrigues. That’s not a joke.
Wei Lang smiled and said: Don’t worry, I, Mr. Wei, are still a bit conscientious. By the way, on the battlefield, don’t forget to cheer for me, Mr. Wei. That boy from Song Jie took the limelight at the last jockey club. I feel uncomfortable and can’t swallow this breath yet.
Zhou Ning laughed repeatedly: I was really misleading. I didn’t expect that Brother Wei is such a humorous person.
Wei Lang said carelessly: My brother is not full and has gone to Dingzhou to find Miss Xian'er. When will you send reinforcements to Dingzhou?The navy in the Demon City is so powerful that the navy in the Wujiang River is probably not able to beat.
Zhou Ning drank a glass of wine and said: This is really unsure. Dingzhou just finished the war, and it depends on what Longcheng and the owner said. I really don’t know anything about such a big thing.
Wei Lang said: But that's okay. I believe that a smart person like the owner will not sit in the mountains and watch the tiger fight. Now we all know the truth that the wind has calmed down and the lips are dead and the teeth are cold.
After Wei Lang said that, he stood up and said goodbye: Look, it’s getting late, I, Mr. Wei, are going back to Qing Mansion.
When Zhou Ning wanted to send him off, Wei Lang said generously: We big men won’t talk about this. If you really go to the battlefield, don’t forget to cheer for me.
After saying a word, he turned around and left. Zhou Ning was bored alone. When he went to find Xin'er and Chu Yan, the two girls were making tea. When he saw Zhou Ning entering the room, he gently moved his body to greet him and said with a smile: Have you been drinking?
Zhou Ning took off the small gourd around her waist, took a few sips of water and said: Brother Wei just left.
Xin'er held his arm and said: We have been using soldiers every day outside these days. Is it going to fight?
Zhou Ning held her into her arms, sat on the stool and said: You are right.
Xin'er curled her lips and said: Alas...
Chu Yan brought a pot of tea and said: Why are you sighing, sister?
Xin'er said depressedly: Once the fight starts, I don't know what will happen. It's said that the demon soldiers are very powerful. Will we be attacked by the demon soldiers here? Ah...
Chu Yan smiled and said: This is the main city of Mu Mansion. If the war is not going well, it will be too late to escape to the five kingdoms of Longcheng.
Zhou Ning opened his hand, hugged the two sisters left and right, and kissed each of them: Yan'er is right, but once this place is lost, it is probably not much safer for the five countries in Longcheng. It is still very safe to take a boat to the sea outside the Demon Sea.
Xin'er took out the small gourd, drank a few sips of water and said: Our husband has a foresight!
Zhou Ning was amused by her and said: You girl, you are so well-behaved.
Chu Yan said: Will my husband go back tonight?
Zhou Ning looked out the window and said: It’s late, so I won’t go back. Let’s have tea.
The three of them were drinking tea and chatting. Time passed quickly, and it started to rain even more on the window. Xin'er said: It has not rained for a long time, and it suddenly started to rain. It was so hasty.
Chu Yan was idle and took a pen and wrote and said: It was raining so heavily outside, but Mr. Wei didn’t know if he would leave.
Zhou Ning hugged Xin'er and said: I guess I can't stop him even if I put a knife in the sky. Brother Wei is indeed an admirable man.
Chu Yan looked back and smiled: But she still became her husband’s woman. Why do you think this is?
Zhou Ning thought about it and said in discomfort: Yan'er, come and listen.
Chu Yan waved, and Zhou Ning walked over and said: Yan'er, tell me.
Chu Yan smiled beautifully and said: Although Mr. Wei is very powerful, he has to argue too much, and you, your husband, have to be much simpler.
Zhou Ning leaned behind her, smelled the faint fragrance of her hair and said: I am easily satisfied, I don’t like to fight for anything…
Chu Yan smiled and said: I don’t see that, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop. No matter what, as long as you are good at yourself and have a clear conscience.
As he said that, he turned his head gently and said: Is that right?
Zhou Ning suddenly realized when he heard this, hugged her tightly and said: Men and men also need a good wife. Yan'er is really my good baby.
When my eyes fell on the paper, I saw two lines of beautiful small words on the paper: I once had a vast sea of water, but I was not a cloud except Wushan.
As he looked at it, he was stunned. Chu Yan said softly: Isn’t it good to write?
Zhou Ning shook his head and said: I feel sad when I read this poem repeatedly.
She chanted softly again: Once upon a time, the sea was hard to make water, except for Wushan, it is not clouds...
The expression and concentration of her poems were really beautiful. Zhou Ning couldn't help looking at her face, and Chu Yan smiled gently: Seeing her husband's eyes burning, people remembered a poem, which was the most gaze, as if familiar was familiar in his previous life.
Zhou Ning couldn't help but smile and said: Good Yan'er, you are so smart.
Xin'er couldn't bear the loneliness on the bed and giggled: Seeing you two are so happy, I also said that Li Shangyin's body has no colorful phoenix flying wings, and he has a little understanding of each other!
Chu Yan smiled gently, picked up the pen and wrote on the paper: Bad girl, I should punish you for drinking three drinks!
After she finished writing, Zhou Ning looked at Dale and said: Xin'er, what did your sister write on paper?
Xin'er became interested, and she thought with her pretty face tilted and said: It's either poetry or lyrics.
Zhou Ning looked at her and said with a smile on his face: Then tell me, what poem and what lyrics it is?
Xin'er stretched out her hand to cover her mouth and smiled: 80%...hehe, don't say it, people won't say it!
Chu Yan chuckled and said: You are so weird, you are really as imaginary as Sun Dasheng. You are about to fly to 108,000 miles with a bunch of somersaults!
The two of them laughed loudly with one sentence. Zhou Ning couldn't help laughing. He hurriedly ran over and grabbed her jade hand, bent down with a smile and said: What a Xiner, let's see what your sister wrote.
Xin'er laughed and came with Zhou Ning, looked down on the paper, and said, "Bad girl, I should punish you for drinking three glasses of wine..."
After reading the sentence, he suddenly reacted and turned around and was about to escape. Zhou Ning had already hugged her in his arms. Xin'er said coquettishly: Bad guys, bad guys, we are bullying her with my sister, and people don't drink this wine!
Chu Yan poured a glass of wine elegantly and said beautifully: Good sister, let my husband feed you mouth to mouth, what else do you want to say?
The warm and soft jade in her arms was complacent and unrestrained, like a water-green skirt kicked in messy manner by her. Her big eyes were watery and she curled her lips and said with a sweet mouth: I don't want it, I don't want it, um...
When her little mouth was kissed, a stream of alcohol also flowed over. After drinking, Xin'er's face turned red and she sat in Zhou Ning's arms in a delicate manner and said: Sister, I'm dizzy...
Before Chu Yan could speak, Zhou Ning hurriedly said: My husband will take you to the bed.
Xin'er giggled, Xiuzu kicked her skirt and said: Yes...
He hugged her to the bed. Xin'er's face was full of delicate face, with her long hair spread on the pillow a bit messy, with a beautiful and charming face, her red lips were panting, her white jade arms were lightly covering her water-green strapless breasts, her skirt was fragrant, her jade arms were lightly covering her jade arms, and her breasts in her clothes were even more ups and downs. Zhou Ning couldn't help but catch her jade arms, and even buried her face in her, arched her breasts to enjoy it. Her mouth and nose were full of warm fragrance, and the face buried in her breasts was even more in a gentle place...
Chu Yan was concentrating on writing at the table. It was raining heavily outside the window, and the rain was tilted downwards. The candlelight was dim. The pedestrians with umbrellas were running back in the rain. The water splashed and the water lake in front of the door was splashing. Her handwriting was quite beautiful, and the font she wrote was pretty and looked pretty, with a soft and soft meaning. When she picked up the pen, she seemed to be natural, flowing water, and a poem on the rainy night was quickly written.
You asked if there was no return date, and the night rain in Bashan rose to the autumn pond.
Why should we cut the candles in the west window together and talk about the night rain in Bashan?
This ancient poem has been passed down for a long time. In just a few short lines, the poet has vividly shown the scenery of the rainy night in Bashan Mountain. At this moment, this poem is quite suitable for the situation. Each poem is created with the scenery in the poet, in his heart, or in front of him. It may be a reverie in his heart, or seen with his own eyes, and sentiment, but the poem he wrote is real. From every word, every sentence, and very short words, the meaning contained is clear at a glance, and various emotions are also vividly displayed on the paper.
When savoring poetry and reading poetry, it seems that I have realized that when the poet picked up his pen and wrote, the Mid-Autumn Rain came, the rain outside the window, and the candlelight in the room was faint. The poet faced the cold rainy night alone, feeling it and fulfilling it. Whether it is a friend or a wife, I think it will be endless aftertaste.
The heavy rain came suddenly, and it was also urgent. The pedestrians who were returning home raised their sleeves to cover their heads and rushed to the house. When the lightning broke out in the distance, it was as bright as day. On the other side of the mountain, layers of dark clouds were covered by the mountains, and the mountains were green. The rain was poured down, and thin powder floated on the table. Before I knew it, half of the plain paper was wet.
Chu Yan cherishes this paper very much because there are words she wrote on it. When she sighs softly, rain powder falls on the paper bit by bit, and the handwriting becomes a little wet. She originally wanted to close the window, and the various things under the window are clear at a glance.
The lights of thousands of families and all kinds of people formed this world in front of us. All kinds of colors must be different. Rain powder floated in with the wind, and fewer people were sheltering from the rain outside gradually became less and less. Until a white and clean scholar wearing a cloth hat appeared in his eyes, the scholar's face was wet and his whole body was wet. The wet clothes were tightly attached to his body. The body under the wet clothes looked a little greasy. When he was unable to hide, he had to hide under the eaves of the window and twist the wet clothes with both hands.
Chu Yan's pen supported her pretty face, and she looked at the scholar's strangeness. The scholar in white twisted it, suddenly raised her head and looked down the window. When her eyes were facing each other, she saw a woman on the tall building, who was like a beautiful flower to be picked, a picture-like poem on the poetic and painting. A green hairpin was inserted between her long hair. Her eyes were very beautiful, her eyes were clear and freehand, as clear as water, her temperament was elegant and full of bookish atmosphere. When she stroked her cheeks with a slender hand, it seemed like reverie, meditation, appreciating the rain, and being ecstatic, and she had a bit of grace and magnanimity.
The scholar was so stunning that Chu Yan looked at the scenery elsewhere casually. Many small boats in the lake were parked on the shore, with wind and rain, and there was no one in the boat. The pleasure boat for people to enjoy the lake view was parked quietly on the lake. In the wind and rain, there were faint sounds of chatting and laughing...
Lightning, heavy rain drifting, ancient roads, people are wasted...
The soft moan of a sweet mèi is also on this rainy night. The girl frowned and moaned in the depths of the bed. The man worked hard. Her long hair was scattered on the pillow. Her jade arms climbed on his neck. Her plain skirt was scattered with her beautiful feet. When the snow-white jade legs were unable to stretch out from the bed, the man's legs followed closely, entangled with each other. Xin'er gasped in a hurry, and begged for mercy. It sounded intoxicating, and it was lingering for a moment.
Chu Yan looked back and said that Xin'er begging for mercy was even more anxious, it sounded even more Mèi, my husband didn't want it, so I spared someone... My sister saved me, wuwu, Xin'er is going to die, sister save me quickly...
The heavy rain outside the window became more and more intense. She looked downstairs. The people coming and going were the most like this in this world. Suddenly, she couldn't help laughing. The scholar saw it and felt a little more happy, and he was reluctant to leave. Until she turned around and left, and threw herself into the depths of the bed, the window was still not closed, and she could see it, and she stayed here as usual...
Chu Yan took out the small gourd, Gong Xin'er drank water, poked her hand and touched her face and said: Bad girl, how beautiful you are?
Xin'er whispered, bit her hand, and said vaguely: Is she... beautiful or not, I won't tell you!
She retracted her hand and handed the little gourd to Zhou Ning. Zhou Ning took a few sips and looked at her with a smile: It’s so rain outside, I can’t sleep now. Can I write a poem for my husband?
Chu Yan smiled and said in disbelief: Why is my husband so excited tonight?
Zhou Ning looked at her bright eyes and said: Because, the most gaze is infinite, it seems like déjà vu in his previous life.
Chu Yan brought paper and pen to the dressing table, and smiled deep in her eyes and said: Please tell me, my husband.
Zhou Ning put his arm on his head, and said in a daze: I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my family more during the holidays.I know that my brothers climbed the heights, and there was one less person in the dogwood planted everywhere...
His tone was real, and Chu Yan also heard that her delicate body trembled. When she was holding a pen in her hand, a line of beautiful regular characters flowed on the paper. She picked up the plain paper, bit her red lips, and said every word: I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my family more during the holidays.I know that my brothers climbed the heights and there was one less person who could plant dogwood everywhere.
After reading a poem, Xin'er cried and said, "It sounds so sad."
Zhou Ning hugged her tightly and comforted her: Good Xin'er doesn't cry.
Xin'er lay in his arms and cried. Zhou Ning hugged her tightly, and said in her eyes: What a moist Xin'er, my husband will always love you...
Xin'er choked and said indifferently: Never separate!
Chu Yan touched her head and said: Silly girl, it's just a poem, why are you crying?
She said beautifully: Alas, but since my husband is very happy tonight, Yan'er also wrote a poem to cheer her up.
When she picked up the pen and wrote, the ink was fragrant, but in a moment, lines of lines were displayed on the paper like butterfly. When she lifted the paper, she pursed her red lips and blew it on the paper, and blew the ink traces dry. The posture was as beautiful as it was, and she said in a gentle tone: It’s not that she loves the wind and dust, but that seemed to be misled by the previous fate.
Flowers fall and bloom, and they always come true.
You have to go there, so how do you live?
If you have the mountain flowers on your head, don’t ask where the slave will return...
After reciting a poem, her beautiful eyes were as affectionate as if they were in love. Zhou Ning held her into her arms, and big teardrops fell down and hit her shoulders and said: I didn’t expect tonight, so passionate...
The plain paper in her hand fell to the ground quietly, hugging him tightly, and said in a gentle tone: In fact, how could there be few sad people in this world?
Zhou Ning listened and touched his heart, and she burst into tears and said: I thought I could forget it, but I can't forget it. I will always be myself!
Chu Yan hugged him tightly and comforted him: If my husband always thinks like this, how can he feel good if he planted such bitter fruit deep in his heart?
Zhou Ning choked and said: Every time I get to dreams, that person seems to be in my mind, wandering deep in my heart. It’s not that easy for me to forget.
Chu Yan said softly: Maybe those people have already turned into wind and rain. Although we can't see a faint breath, we finally understand that the people who accompany us are...
She said and comforted her gently: Let Yan'er serve her husband to sleep...
Zhou Ning responded in a daze, the candle fire went out, and everything became quiet...
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The rain kept falling, and raindrops were dancing. In the wind and rain drifting, female figures were walking in the red corridor with white lanterns. The flowers and plants on both sides of the red corridor were wet and oily. The girls with lanterns were all slim, wearing white robes and skirts, which caused a fragrant breeze. They all looked like young and beautiful maids, walking in two rows deep in the corridor. Behind the beautiful maid was a stunning girl. She was wearing a plain green dress, with a slender jade body, extremely beautiful curves, and the beauty of a fairy descending to earth.
The light clothes in front were blowing with the fragrance of the wind. More than a dozen beautiful girls were walking step by step in front. The lights were extremely soft and gentler than the moonlight. The long hair was floating behind the shoulders, and they walked over in layers of fog one by one, and they walked over beautifully.
The lake water under the corridor, lotus leaves and lotus flowers bloomed just in time, blooming one by one, heavy rain splashed into the lake, layers of water droplets rose up, lights shone into the lake, and beautiful shadows spread on the water surface, lanterns swayed up the building, and the building in the misty rain was pitch black, and only these lanterns brought some light.
The wooden door branches whistled and pushed open. A fragrance of books came to the room. The girls hung the lanterns and lit the candles. The candlelight slowly lit up...
The girls were extremely skillful in turning the books. She wore a blue-robed plain skirt, her beautiful face was covered with white gauze, her beautiful eyes were clear and moving, and she sat at the table with a quiet temperament, reading books.
Most of these books are old, but fortunately, someone manages them and wipes them cleanly. The candlelight sways a little, and it rains heavily outside. After the girls flip through the books, they stood respectfully behind her, some holding lamps, and some sorting books.
The rain outside was heavy, the thunder and lightning was ferocious, and it was pale from time to time. The collection of books here was quite rich, with all kinds of them. She flipped through a book and read it carefully. The room was quiet, until a handsome figure walked over outside the window, carrying his hands on his back, and chanted every word in her mouth: When will the spring flowers and autumn moon be?How much do I know about the past?
The building was windy again last night, and my hometown was unbearable to look back at the moonlight.
The carved railings and jade bricks should still be there, but the red faces are changed.
I would like to ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
Seeing his voice clear and as he walked into the room step by step, he looked handsome and bright. He raised his cheek and looked over. It was Song Jie.
Song Jie walked step by step, looked at the book she was reading, and took out two pots of wine from behind her hands: It was a pity not to drink some wine in such a good rainy night.
Liu Ruoxuan said: This palace is reading a book.
Song Jie looked at many beautiful maids around him and said: There are too many people.
She raised her hand lightly, and all the maids went out. Song Jie drank a sip of wine on his own and sat down and said: Although studying is good, it is sometimes also hurtful.
When Liu Ruoxuan heard this, she closed her hands and said: I see that you have changed a lot in just a short time.
Song Jie shook his head and sighed: In the long life of the world, who is not experiencing many changes?
She looked elsewhere and said in a faint tone: But it didn't become as fast as you did.
Song Jie said: Just to be happy, everything may not be important.
Liu Ruoxuan put the book next to her and said: You are just a poem that suits someone else.
Song Jieqi said: Which sentence is it?
Liu Ruoxuan said: Don’t say that you are not soulless, the curtain rolls up the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Song Jie laughed and said: Actually, in my heart, the princess also responded to someone else's poem.
She glanced at me and said: Young Master, I would like to hear the details.
Song Jie said with a clear cough: The mountains and rivers are everywhere, and the fallen flowers and wind and rain are even more heartbreaking in spring. It is better to take the people in front of you.
She smiled beautifully when she heard this. Although she couldn't see clearly what her stunning face looked like, her beautiful eyes were like water and her laughter was moving, and Song Jie was also moved by her heart.
Liu Ruoxuan looked at his face and said: In your heart, this is how I keep people from thousands of miles away. Do you understand the charm?
Song Jie's face changed: The villain dared not.
Liu Ruoxuan frowned and said: Forget it, maybe I am really too cold to you. In fact, I still know how good you are to me.
Song Jie heard this and said happily: Are you serious?
Liu Ruoxuan asked back: Is this palace like the kind of person who talks casually?
Song Jie suddenly looked at her, his eyes burning, and Liu Ruoxuan turned her face and said: What do you think I am doing?
Song Jie made a speech and said: If you look at the princess for a few more times, you will die without any regrets.
When he said this, his face was full of sincerity, and his handsome and fair cheeks were even more masculine in his tone, and his eyes were like a whirlpool, which made people sink.
Liu Ruoxuan said calmly: If you put in such a great effort, you should have gained a lot.
Song Jie leaned close to her and said: It depends on how much the princess can give.
Liu Ruoxuan frowned and said: I wonder how much do you want?
Song Jie smelled her fragrance and said: I will give it as much as the princess gives me tonight.
This sentence is really a pun, and it is smart.
She smiled when she heard this, but she reached out to take off the jade hairpin between her hair. She was like a waterfall and her hair was pouring down. Her beautiful eyes were bright, and her snow-white veil covered the beauty's face. A little bit of hair was brushed on the veil. The water mist in the depths of her eyes gradually increased. At this moment, she felt a little charming and said in a faint voice: Is this enough?
Song Jie almost couldn't help but take off her jade hairpin. She suddenly took off her jade hairpin and made her heart beat wildly. She couldn't help but swallow her saliva quietly, and her voice was a little hoarse: Can it be more beautiful?
Her jade hand gently fell on the beauty's snow neck, and her fingertips brushed on the collar. With the sound of a man's gurgling, she swallowed her saliva. Her fingertips opened lightly, and the beauty's clothes were slightly exposed. The skin inside the collar was fragrant, and then the round curve of the fragrant shoulders gradually revealed. The snow-white and fragrant skin appeared faintly, and the tempting jade body curve made Song Jie swallow continuously. She glanced at her and said: Isn't this enough?
Song Jie instinctively said: If I want to say enough, I am just stupid!
Liu Ruoxuan laughed and said, "Are you foolish in this palace?"
Song Jie stared at her slender jade body and said: What a fairy who came down to earth, who in this world can compare with a princess?
As he was talking, he was already approaching her. The charming fragrance rushed towards her, and his eyes were hot and he looked at her beautiful eyes and said: How much can the princess give me Song Jie tonight?
Liu Ruoxuan looked at his gaze and said whispering like a dream: You need to know that if you want too much, others may not be able to give it to you...
Song Jie reached out to grab her jade arm, and swam away to catch the jade hand wrapped in yarn sleeves. When she held her snow-white jade hand tightly and pressed it on her face, her skin was white and faintly fragrant. The water-green yarn sleeves were faintly wrapped around her slender jade hand, and she said infatuatedly: Even for the princess, this jade hand is enough to make people feel willing to die...
Liu Ruoxuan retreated her hand and said softly: But you forgot that you are not in love with your children now. Now there are wars everywhere, and countless people are struggling in the war. You always hate Wei Lang for being scheming and Wei Lang for being opposed to you everywhere. But you ask yourself, Wei Lang has already rushed to the front line. Where are you now?
Song Jie instantly felt like cold water was poured down, and frowned and said: OK, I think I should go to the front line as well.
Liu Ruoxuan turned her face and said: Besides, I will also go to the sea. Stay in the Wujiang River Naval Master and the Demon City Naval Master have a decisive battle. The future is unknown and life and death are unknown. Why should you be too anxious?
Song Jie turned around silently and said: Before I met a princess, I was not like that. A man was crazy about a woman and used all means to get her. Although he was not ashamed of others, I also knew that everything was on the battlefield with the demon clan. Let's make a distinction.
As he spoke, he looked complicated and walked away with great strides. When he looked up, the wind and rain outside were no longer important.
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The mountains are majestic, a straight road leads straight to the distance, the wind and clouds above our heads change color, a thick cloud rolls and surging, lightning and thunder, and heavy rain pours down. The two sides of the way are pale, and the rain is raging all over the sky, dozens of handsome horses in Jiazhou are neighing wildly, and they are speeding like a wind on the ancient road, with the sound of hooves and countless rainfalls.
The horsemen were all wearing hats and their clothes were soaked. They shouted and rushed the horse to run wildly. The leader was Wei Lang. His face was covered with rain, and heavy rain hit his body. The mountains on both sides of the way were quickly retreating, and dozens of horses were running wildly. When they looked at a mountain inn in the distance, the servants beside him shouted: Lord, go to the inn.
Wei Lang looked back and said: The journey is exhausting, just as you said.
When I rushed to the gate of the inn, this inn was built for business travelers from all walks of life. The business has always been good. On heavy rainy nights, the rooms were even full. Many people who couldn't stay simply sat downstairs and were about to survive the night.
A few horses neighed wildly in front of the door, but when they saw a rainy night, someone strodes in front of the door. It was Wei Lang. He held a handful of things wrapped in thick cloth. When he strode in, he reached out to take off his hat and sat down calmly. He had a noble temperament. He didn't speak. More than 20 followers came in, each with long sword tied to his waist and a dark face. The store was serving him hurriedly. Like most people who spent the night, the group of people called beef, stir-frying vegetables, white wine, peanuts, and broad beans. They ate around a few tables, but didn't speak much.
Business is good tonight. Upstairs and downstairs are crowded with hundreds of people drinking around the table. The heavy rain blocks the way, and everyone is even more idle. They eat peanuts and drink and talk about many other things, just talking about some rumor.
A blind storyteller was telling the storyteller upstairs. When he talked about the rise, many people whispered and listened quietly. The teacher was in his sixties and his eyes were blind. When he talked about the joy, his eyebrows were dancing.
The people in the audience were excited and couldn't help but sigh a little. When they arrived at the grandson of the blind man, they came down to hold the gong to invite rewards everywhere, and the silver coins fell on the gong one by one. When they arrived beside Wei Lang, Wei Lang was wiping the ice dragon bow down. It was raining heavily outside. He stroked the hideous scales on the dragon bow with his palms. The sound of rain was clattering, and sometimes the lightning was fierce. Others were eating peanuts and saying desolately: Looking at the sword with a light while drunk, dreaming of blowing the horns and camping.
The fire under the command is divided into eight hundred miles, and the sound of fifty strings is turned over the block.
The soldiers are fired on the battlefield.
The horse made Lu was fast, and the bow was astonished as thunder.
To resolve the affairs of the king and the world, and to win the reputation of the past and after death.
But the goal is happening...
The servants beside him had already invested money. Wei Lang looked up and saw that the grandson holding the gong seemed to be fascinated by listening to it. In the blink of an eye, he was stunned. This poem was written by Xin Qiji and was widely circulated and passed down through the ages.
Just now, the chaotic times are desolate, millions of demon soldiers are raging everywhere, and the powerful brigades of the nine heavens and the wilderness of the four countries are out, and they cannot resist. They are fierce and fierce on the battlefield. Unexpectedly, they are defeated repeatedly. After several consecutive battles, the battlefield is full of corpses, flags fall down and people scattered, and the soldiers are damaged. All countries are even more lost. When the demon soldiers arrive, their prosperity is everywhere. Countless people's families are destroyed and their people are wandering around. Everyone is on this rainy night. Suddenly hearing this poem, they can't help but sigh in their hearts.
The red candle fire was reflected into his eyes, and the two ignitions in his eyes were unstable. A pot of wine on the table was still emitting heat. He rained heavily outside, and lightning and thunder were roaring. He saw that the grandson was thin and weak, took out the silver from his arms and put it in the gong, and said softly: Good boy, it’s just a pain for you.
When passing by the business trip downstairs, he saw that he was all practicing martial arts spirit, with a sharp steel knife hanging on his waist. The person in charge was even more extraordinary. Someone immediately looked at him and said: Where are the heroes going in the troubled times?
The attendant replied with his fist: My young master knew that the demon soldiers were raging, and he would like to return to Qing Mansion to summon people and rush to the front line to fight the demon soldiers.
Many people gave thumbs up when they heard this and said: What a good ambition.
The blind man said with a tilted face: Why is it a great honor for an old man to sit with a warrior on a rainy night!
Many people upstairs and downstairs stood up and shouted: We are all thin and weak, and we are from the family. Why don’t we wish the hero a glass of wine?
As soon as they spoke, they stood up one after another, held the wine bowl and said: Please, hero!
Wei Lang stood up and raised the wine bowl, drank it all, his face still had a bit of sorrow. The blind man stroked his beard and said: The battlefield is dangerous, but many people are still determined. As the saying goes, everyone knows that there are no eyes on the battlefield, which is quite dangerous. If there are more warriors like you in our Ninth Heaven, I think that the demon soldiers will not be like this.
Wei Lang wiped the ferocious dragon with his palm. A gentle and extremely gentle teacher looked up at the four seats and said: It’s not that my soldiers were not desperate enough. I think the rise of the demon clan was too fierce. Once the divine power ship in the sky was dispatched, it would be a cover for the clouds and sunshine. Giant eagles spread their wings and fly high, killing creatures, and demons danced around on the ground. The demon army was fierce and cruel, and well-equipped. The four wild countries were located in barren lands. Although the soldiers were brave and the horses were good, how could they carry millions of demon soldiers with just their flesh and blood? It is said that the demon clan endured in the 100,000 mountains for hundreds of years. This day will come sooner or later, and the demon world is destined to have this disaster.
As soon as he said this, many people frowned and said: Isn't that the case? In the past, we said how great our Wujiang Navy in the Nine Heavens was, and that we were the best in the world. However, as soon as the demon city navy came out, the Wujiang Navy in the Jiangdu City hurried at home all day long, crying with people everywhere, saying that they had no war for a long time, and if the old cannons in the old city did not allocate two million taels of silver to supplement the new ships and profit cannons, the Wujiang Navy would never be able to get out of the sea, let alone expect the Wujiang Navy to fight with the demons, alas.
The scholar sighed quite: Not to mention that when the demon clan had not raised the flag, the Wujiang Navy boasted to people everywhere, saying that the navy of Jiangdu City, which was enough to cross the sea by boat, to destroy Dingzhou and the northern country, to prepare for the Nine Heavens and expand its territory. It still seems like yesterday when I think about it!
When the Wujiang Navy came, everyone was so angry that they pointed: Our four wilderness countries fought with demon soldiers in front, and the Wujiang Navy behind did not dare to fight. They cried everywhere and did not dare to go to Longcheng to ask for money. They came to Jiazhou to force the prince to exchange for new ships and cannons. There were so many soldiers on the front line who slept in the open and fought with demon soldiers. However, the Wujiang Navy was so cowardly, but I don’t know how others scolded them privately and didn’t want any face.
As a powerful vassal in Jiazhou, the Wei family knew this well and knew it well. Wei Lang had always had a good relationship with Qin Chuan. He couldn't blame Qin Chuan for asking for money. He just drank lightly and didn't speak. Until the man wearing a hat stood up, Wei Lang looked familiar no matter how he looked. When the man walked step by step and took off the hat next to him, Wei Lang was shocked and said: It turned out to be you!
This man is young and has a very good appearance. It was Qin Chuan. When Qin Chuan took off his hat, he looked a little strange in the candlelight: Brother, why not talk.
As he said that, he got up and went out the door. When Wei Lang followed him, it was raining heavily outside the door, lightning and thunder, and towering mountains were extremely magnificent. Qin Chuan admired many mountains with his hands on his back and said: Brother Wei, I wonder what he thought about when he heard those words?
Wei Lang said indifferently: This matter is complicated, so I can't say much. But you don't want to take it to your heart if others say bad things. After all, now that the demon soldiers are raging, either the family is destroyed or the people are wandering around, and who will live a smooth life.
Qin Chuan stretched out his hand and pointed to the endless mountains and said: There are so many mountains in Jiazhou, and it is magnificent.
Wei Lang saw him and said: I wonder if Brother Qin is not on the sea, what are you doing in Jiazhou?
Qin Chuan turned around and smiled and said: First, let’s see your old friend, second, there are some truths that you want to talk to others, but I wonder if you want to listen?
Wei Lang clasped his fists and said: Brother, but it doesn’t matter.
Qin Chuan said good, admired countless mountains and drifted heavy rain: Actually, Qin Yuan is my uncle. He has been in Jiangdu City for so many years. The Wujiang Naval Master has great efforts. Every ship and every cannon has a lot of feelings for him. This time the rise of the demon clan is too powerful, and the Demon City Naval Master is even more terrifying. If the Wujiang Naval Master goes out to sea to fight, in the case of the demon clan being at its peak, it is tantamount to hitting stones with eggs. The chances of victory are slim. When others are old, they are even more unwilling to destroy the Wujiang Naval Master in his water and burn the foundation of the Wujiang hundreds of years. So I refuse this. I hope you can understand the helplessness of an old man.
Wei Lang pondered: Your words are indeed true, please continue.
Qin Chuan nodded and said: Since I took over the Wujiang Naval Division, this once famous naval division has long since disappeared. The entire naval division is depressed and he is very timid in the battle. When they mentioned the naval division in the Demon City, they kept talking about how powerful the enemy was and how thin they were. Although they killed a few people, it was useless. Moreover, there were many subordinates of my uncle who had many years of subordinates. They were afraid of the war and obeyed me everywhere. I came here for this time. One was that Longcheng ordered the princess to go to the sea to supervise the battle, and the other was that I hoped to come to Jiazhou to see the terrain of Jiazhou and the sea of Jiazhou.
Wei Lang took a deep breath: To be honest, Song Jie used this war to threaten the princess to marry the Song family everywhere. This time she went to the sea, so she could temporarily avoid Song Jie's entanglement.
Qin Chuan couldn't help but frown and said: I just didn't expect that Song Jie, a smart and cunning person, would have fallen to this point today? These things sounded like rumors, but after a long time, I realized that it was true.
Wei Lang said: It is not surprising that a man is as beautiful as hers makes him lose his mind.
Qin Chuan smiled and said: But I know that you and Song Jie are fighting openly and secretly, and they don’t give in to each other. You need to be careful at this point. If a person is anxious, he can do everything.
Wei Lang smiled and said: Don't worry, I know it in my heart.
Qin Chuan said again: This decisive battle in Jiazhou is of great importance. If you are on the battlefield, you have no eyes and no swords and guns, you must be careful everywhere.
Wei Lang nodded and said: How are you going to Dingzhou this time? What are you getting?
Qin Chuan smiled and said: North, Kang, Taizhou, we are always guarding us, and we are very optimistic about sitting in the mountains and watching the tiger fight. We are not optimistic about the navy from Dingzhou and Taizhou to come to rescue him.
Wei Lang said: So why is this happening?
Qin Chuan said: It’s not surprising that someone just blames the words, and the listener has the intention.
Wei Lang said: It's getting more and more difficult. Could it be that I really can't ask for reinforcements?
Qin Chuan said: That's not impossible. The Ouyang Pavilion in Dingzhou is unintentional to power and is planning to pass the throne to others. If he chooses to resist the demon clan together, then there is still a way to save this matter.
Wei Lang said: What do their generals think?
Qin Chuan said: As a general, he obeys the orders of the lord of Dingzhou. He only needs to say one thing. The Chang County Navy can cross the sea of demons at any time. Not only will the navy reinforcements, but he will probably bring a large army to help fight on land.
Wei Lang said: In your opinion, who is in Dingzhou has a high possibility of taking power?
Qin Chuan shook his head and smiled: Both generations of city lords in Dingzhou are women, and the next city lord is probably still a woman. Whoever can catch Ran'er's heart will have the final say.
Wei Langqi said: Who is Ran'er?
Qin Chuan said: Yàn Yifan and Zhao Qingqing's son, Ouyang Ni, regards him as his own treasure. Whoever can control him will control the entire Kang Kingdom.
Wei Lang said: If at that time, the Nine Heavens could no longer hold on, then how could we make up for it?
Qin Chuan said: Don’t worry, three years have passed so far, and time has passed, and now Ran’er is no longer the same as before. Ouyang Ni will not accompany him for the rest of his life. At that time, as long as the women around him can speak, what’s the difficulty of asking for reinforcements?
Wei Lang said: Now the demon clan is in full swing, and it will take one day to delay it. If you really ask for reinforcements and jointly attack the demon clan, you may not lose to the demon clan.
Qin Chuan sighed with emotion: It's better to delay one day. Maybe when the princess was in charge of the Wujiang Naval Army, I would go to Dingzhou and show those people a good reputation to ask for reinforcements, but I would like to bless God.
Wei Lang said: I hope so.
Qin Chuan suddenly smiled and said: What do you think of the book the old man said just now?
Wei Lang frowned and said: When the country is in chaos, I think of loyal ministers, and when the country is in danger, I think of good generals. The old man said a book is very good, but now the army of demon clan is raging, and it is like entering a state of no one, placing the world. If you still miss the bravery of your predecessors, it will inevitably make people sigh.
Qin Chuan put on a hat and walked into the rain and said: I will say goodbye first, and I wish Brother Wei to be invincible on the battlefield and win the victory.
Wei Lang held his fists and said, "Brother Qin said goodbye."
Qin Chuan took off his horse and gradually moved away. When Wei Lang turned around and came back, the follower next to him hurriedly whispered: What's the conversation between lord?
Wei Lang thought for a while and said: That's it. He learned a lot of information, but he would rush back to Qing Mansion tomorrow and go to the front line as soon as possible. He would no longer miss him in these trivial matters.
After saying that, I sat quietly with my chest in my arms, closed my eyes to rest. In the middle of the night, all the noise and hustle and bustle stopped.
Since the three years since the demon clan raised the flag, time has been like flowing water. The four wilderness countries on the front line were attacked by war and demon soldiers were raging. Until today, the demon gods mobilized large troops everywhere. The Guidan Black-clothed Army, known as the elite, mobilized from the Guidan Battlefield and advanced to the front line of Jiazhou with more than 100,000 people. The Tiangui Army invaded along the Longyuan line with 68,000 people, and even transferred 40,000 troops from the Yuanhuang line of the Slave Kingdom to assist in the battle. They gathered with hundreds of thousands of demon soldiers and sharpened their swords.
Mu Mansion and Qing Mansion sent another 110,000 coalition forces, and the other three mansions sent 90,000 troops to assist in the battle. The two camps stationed in Jiazhou in the Nine Heavens were also dispatched in full swing, with a total of 340,000 troops.
In the Longcheng, the Saint of Yao Xue, who was like a god in the demon world, personally told the world to summon righteous men to attack the demon clan. 300,000 reinforcements in Longcheng reinforced Jiazhou in a mighty manner, and combined 600,000 troops. Both sides wanted to decide the victory and defeat in Jiazhou.
The demon clan and the Nine Heavens land were tense, and the sea was not calm. The demon clan was proud. Once the sea was born, its reputation was stronger than the terrifying existence of the Wujiang River Navy. The demon clan, the demon city navy, was rampant on the sea in Jiazhou, and expanded madly to more than 600 warships, like wild giant beasts, wandered endlessly on the sea. From a distance, people saw a huge black shadow on the blue sea, rushing around the sea unscrupulously. When the shells along the coast hit the city, the thick smoke rolled and the sun was roaring one by one. The fire dragons were roaring angrily. The fierce artillery fire was not left wherever they went. From a distance, they could not see the beginning and end at a glance.
Above the six hundred warships, the demon clan mobilized two hundred divine giant ships, circling in the sky, and demon soldiers drove giant eagles every day, flying freely on the sea. From a distance, they looked like a group of birds, which made people feel scared.
The Nine-level Tianshui Kingdom Jianghu, the Wujiang River Division, which has always dominated the sea, was all taken away by the Demon City Naval Division. Under the repeated urging of Longcheng, Qin Yuan was unable to go out to sea to fight with his old body, so he simply gave up his position as the city lord. Qin Shifan took over as the city lord, and Qin Chuan replaced the Wujiang River Naval Division. Only then did the Wujiang River Naval Division come out of the Jiangdu Sea late.
However, with the strength of the Demon City's naval master, a Wujiang naval master is indeed no match for it. The capital of Haiguo Yue, who has never been very famous, also sent his own naval master to obey Qin Chuan's command.
Time has passed since the past. One night of drinking, what remains is the tranquility after the bustle. In the Zuihua Building, Wei Lang added another glass of wine and said: The decisive battle in Jiazhou is about to break out. What are Brother Zhou’s plans?
Zhou Ning smiled and said: I don’t know what I will do next.
Wei Lang said with a drink: It’s time for me to set off tonight and return to Qing Mansion. My father ordered me to lead the soldiers from Qing Mansion to the front line, and the future is unknown.
Zhou Ning said: Then what about Song Jie?
Wei Lang said: Song Jie will act as the vanguard and fight with the troops from Mu's mansion.
Zhou Ning clasped his fists and said: I wish you a glory on the battlefield. Maybe we can meet again when I go to the front line.
Wei Lang laughed and said: It’s not that I’m scaring my brother, that demon soldier is really powerful. I think you’re still in Mufu City and accompanying the princess. It’s not easy for her to be a woman.
Zhou Ning sighed lightly: You also know that my relationship with Song Jie is pretty good, but he doesn’t understand, so he doesn’t understand that it’s not sweet.
Wei Lang turned sideways and said: You are wrong to see it simply. According to me, Song Jie's ambition is not small. If you think about it, if he married a princess and gave birth to a child, he would have the blood of Longcheng, and everything is better than others, and he is very ambitious!
Zhou Ning said: He is noble in everything, but he is still unwilling to be satisfied?
Wei Lang coughed and said: Isn’t it also satisfying to let a stunning fairy get pregnant with her own child?
Zhou Ning waved his head and said: What are you saying?
Wei Lang rolled his eyes and said: Don’t think the words are rude. Isn’t this the reason?
Zhou Ning looked at the door and said: Have you noticed that the princess has been refusing to agree to this marriage? Song Jie's eyes looked at you differently...
Wei Lang said proudly: That's natural. My Wei family firmly opposed it. Qin Chuan also has a good relationship with me Wei Lang. Jiangducheng also firmly opposed it. Song Jie's intention to cook raw rice into a cooked rice. Humph, who can't see the huge ninth heaven?
Wei Lang poured him another glass of wine and said: What's more, Ah, my good brother, don't underestimate the princess. She knows Song Jie's thoughts very clearly.
Zhou Ning shook his head and said: The demon clan is now rampant. If we oppose it, don’t be intrigue on the battlefield and still have intrigues. That’s not a joke.
Wei Lang smiled and said: Don’t worry, I, Mr. Wei, are still a bit conscientious. By the way, on the battlefield, don’t forget to cheer for me, Mr. Wei. That boy from Song Jie took the limelight at the last jockey club. I feel uncomfortable and can’t swallow this breath yet.
Zhou Ning laughed repeatedly: I was really misleading. I didn’t expect that Brother Wei is such a humorous person.
Wei Lang said carelessly: My brother is not full and has gone to Dingzhou to find Miss Xian'er. When will you send reinforcements to Dingzhou?The navy in the Demon City is so powerful that the navy in the Wujiang River is probably not able to beat.
Zhou Ning drank a glass of wine and said: This is really unsure. Dingzhou just finished the war, and it depends on what Longcheng and the owner said. I really don’t know anything about such a big thing.
Wei Lang said: But that's okay. I believe that a smart person like the owner will not sit in the mountains and watch the tiger fight. Now we all know the truth that the wind has calmed down and the lips are dead and the teeth are cold.
After Wei Lang said that, he stood up and said goodbye: Look, it’s getting late, I, Mr. Wei, are going back to Qing Mansion.
When Zhou Ning wanted to send him off, Wei Lang said generously: We big men won’t talk about this. If you really go to the battlefield, don’t forget to cheer for me.
After saying a word, he turned around and left. Zhou Ning was bored alone. When he went to find Xin'er and Chu Yan, the two girls were making tea. When he saw Zhou Ning entering the room, he gently moved his body to greet him and said with a smile: Have you been drinking?
Zhou Ning took off the small gourd around her waist, took a few sips of water and said: Brother Wei just left.
Xin'er held his arm and said: We have been using soldiers every day outside these days. Is it going to fight?
Zhou Ning held her into her arms, sat on the stool and said: You are right.
Xin'er curled her lips and said: Alas...
Chu Yan brought a pot of tea and said: Why are you sighing, sister?
Xin'er said depressedly: Once the fight starts, I don't know what will happen. It's said that the demon soldiers are very powerful. Will we be attacked by the demon soldiers here? Ah...
Chu Yan smiled and said: This is the main city of Mu Mansion. If the war is not going well, it will be too late to escape to the five kingdoms of Longcheng.
Zhou Ning opened his hand, hugged the two sisters left and right, and kissed each of them: Yan'er is right, but once this place is lost, it is probably not much safer for the five countries in Longcheng. It is still very safe to take a boat to the sea outside the Demon Sea.
Xin'er took out the small gourd, drank a few sips of water and said: Our husband has a foresight!
Zhou Ning was amused by her and said: You girl, you are so well-behaved.
Chu Yan said: Will my husband go back tonight?
Zhou Ning looked out the window and said: It’s late, so I won’t go back. Let’s have tea.
The three of them were drinking tea and chatting. Time passed quickly, and it started to rain even more on the window. Xin'er said: It has not rained for a long time, and it suddenly started to rain. It was so hasty.
Chu Yan was idle and took a pen and wrote and said: It was raining so heavily outside, but Mr. Wei didn’t know if he would leave.
Zhou Ning hugged Xin'er and said: I guess I can't stop him even if I put a knife in the sky. Brother Wei is indeed an admirable man.
Chu Yan looked back and smiled: But she still became her husband’s woman. Why do you think this is?
Zhou Ning thought about it and said in discomfort: Yan'er, come and listen.
Chu Yan waved, and Zhou Ning walked over and said: Yan'er, tell me.
Chu Yan smiled beautifully and said: Although Mr. Wei is very powerful, he has to argue too much, and you, your husband, have to be much simpler.
Zhou Ning leaned behind her, smelled the faint fragrance of her hair and said: I am easily satisfied, I don’t like to fight for anything…
Chu Yan smiled and said: I don’t see that, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop. No matter what, as long as you are good at yourself and have a clear conscience.
As he said that, he turned his head gently and said: Is that right?
Zhou Ning suddenly realized when he heard this, hugged her tightly and said: Men and men also need a good wife. Yan'er is really my good baby.
When my eyes fell on the paper, I saw two lines of beautiful small words on the paper: I once had a vast sea of water, but I was not a cloud except Wushan.
As he looked at it, he was stunned. Chu Yan said softly: Isn’t it good to write?
Zhou Ning shook his head and said: I feel sad when I read this poem repeatedly.
She chanted softly again: Once upon a time, the sea was hard to make water, except for Wushan, it is not clouds...
The expression and concentration of her poems were really beautiful. Zhou Ning couldn't help looking at her face, and Chu Yan smiled gently: Seeing her husband's eyes burning, people remembered a poem, which was the most gaze, as if familiar was familiar in his previous life.
Zhou Ning couldn't help but smile and said: Good Yan'er, you are so smart.
Xin'er couldn't bear the loneliness on the bed and giggled: Seeing you two are so happy, I also said that Li Shangyin's body has no colorful phoenix flying wings, and he has a little understanding of each other!
Chu Yan smiled gently, picked up the pen and wrote on the paper: Bad girl, I should punish you for drinking three drinks!
After she finished writing, Zhou Ning looked at Dale and said: Xin'er, what did your sister write on paper?
Xin'er became interested, and she thought with her pretty face tilted and said: It's either poetry or lyrics.
Zhou Ning looked at her and said with a smile on his face: Then tell me, what poem and what lyrics it is?
Xin'er stretched out her hand to cover her mouth and smiled: 80%...hehe, don't say it, people won't say it!
Chu Yan chuckled and said: You are so weird, you are really as imaginary as Sun Dasheng. You are about to fly to 108,000 miles with a bunch of somersaults!
The two of them laughed loudly with one sentence. Zhou Ning couldn't help laughing. He hurriedly ran over and grabbed her jade hand, bent down with a smile and said: What a Xiner, let's see what your sister wrote.
Xin'er laughed and came with Zhou Ning, looked down on the paper, and said, "Bad girl, I should punish you for drinking three glasses of wine..."
After reading the sentence, he suddenly reacted and turned around and was about to escape. Zhou Ning had already hugged her in his arms. Xin'er said coquettishly: Bad guys, bad guys, we are bullying her with my sister, and people don't drink this wine!
Chu Yan poured a glass of wine elegantly and said beautifully: Good sister, let my husband feed you mouth to mouth, what else do you want to say?
The warm and soft jade in her arms was complacent and unrestrained, like a water-green skirt kicked in messy manner by her. Her big eyes were watery and she curled her lips and said with a sweet mouth: I don't want it, I don't want it, um...
When her little mouth was kissed, a stream of alcohol also flowed over. After drinking, Xin'er's face turned red and she sat in Zhou Ning's arms in a delicate manner and said: Sister, I'm dizzy...
Before Chu Yan could speak, Zhou Ning hurriedly said: My husband will take you to the bed.
Xin'er giggled, Xiuzu kicked her skirt and said: Yes...
He hugged her to the bed. Xin'er's face was full of delicate face, with her long hair spread on the pillow a bit messy, with a beautiful and charming face, her red lips were panting, her white jade arms were lightly covering her water-green strapless breasts, her skirt was fragrant, her jade arms were lightly covering her jade arms, and her breasts in her clothes were even more ups and downs. Zhou Ning couldn't help but catch her jade arms, and even buried her face in her, arched her breasts to enjoy it. Her mouth and nose were full of warm fragrance, and the face buried in her breasts was even more in a gentle place...
Chu Yan was concentrating on writing at the table. It was raining heavily outside the window, and the rain was tilted downwards. The candlelight was dim. The pedestrians with umbrellas were running back in the rain. The water splashed and the water lake in front of the door was splashing. Her handwriting was quite beautiful, and the font she wrote was pretty and looked pretty, with a soft and soft meaning. When she picked up the pen, she seemed to be natural, flowing water, and a poem on the rainy night was quickly written.
You asked if there was no return date, and the night rain in Bashan rose to the autumn pond.
Why should we cut the candles in the west window together and talk about the night rain in Bashan?
This ancient poem has been passed down for a long time. In just a few short lines, the poet has vividly shown the scenery of the rainy night in Bashan Mountain. At this moment, this poem is quite suitable for the situation. Each poem is created with the scenery in the poet, in his heart, or in front of him. It may be a reverie in his heart, or seen with his own eyes, and sentiment, but the poem he wrote is real. From every word, every sentence, and very short words, the meaning contained is clear at a glance, and various emotions are also vividly displayed on the paper.
When savoring poetry and reading poetry, it seems that I have realized that when the poet picked up his pen and wrote, the Mid-Autumn Rain came, the rain outside the window, and the candlelight in the room was faint. The poet faced the cold rainy night alone, feeling it and fulfilling it. Whether it is a friend or a wife, I think it will be endless aftertaste.
The heavy rain came suddenly, and it was also urgent. The pedestrians who were returning home raised their sleeves to cover their heads and rushed to the house. When the lightning broke out in the distance, it was as bright as day. On the other side of the mountain, layers of dark clouds were covered by the mountains, and the mountains were green. The rain was poured down, and thin powder floated on the table. Before I knew it, half of the plain paper was wet.
Chu Yan cherishes this paper very much because there are words she wrote on it. When she sighs softly, rain powder falls on the paper bit by bit, and the handwriting becomes a little wet. She originally wanted to close the window, and the various things under the window are clear at a glance.
The lights of thousands of families and all kinds of people formed this world in front of us. All kinds of colors must be different. Rain powder floated in with the wind, and fewer people were sheltering from the rain outside gradually became less and less. Until a white and clean scholar wearing a cloth hat appeared in his eyes, the scholar's face was wet and his whole body was wet. The wet clothes were tightly attached to his body. The body under the wet clothes looked a little greasy. When he was unable to hide, he had to hide under the eaves of the window and twist the wet clothes with both hands.
Chu Yan's pen supported her pretty face, and she looked at the scholar's strangeness. The scholar in white twisted it, suddenly raised her head and looked down the window. When her eyes were facing each other, she saw a woman on the tall building, who was like a beautiful flower to be picked, a picture-like poem on the poetic and painting. A green hairpin was inserted between her long hair. Her eyes were very beautiful, her eyes were clear and freehand, as clear as water, her temperament was elegant and full of bookish atmosphere. When she stroked her cheeks with a slender hand, it seemed like reverie, meditation, appreciating the rain, and being ecstatic, and she had a bit of grace and magnanimity.
The scholar was so stunning that Chu Yan looked at the scenery elsewhere casually. Many small boats in the lake were parked on the shore, with wind and rain, and there was no one in the boat. The pleasure boat for people to enjoy the lake view was parked quietly on the lake. In the wind and rain, there were faint sounds of chatting and laughing...
Lightning, heavy rain drifting, ancient roads, people are wasted...
The soft moan of a sweet mèi is also on this rainy night. The girl frowned and moaned in the depths of the bed. The man worked hard. Her long hair was scattered on the pillow. Her jade arms climbed on his neck. Her plain skirt was scattered with her beautiful feet. When the snow-white jade legs were unable to stretch out from the bed, the man's legs followed closely, entangled with each other. Xin'er gasped in a hurry, and begged for mercy. It sounded intoxicating, and it was lingering for a moment.
Chu Yan looked back and said that Xin'er begging for mercy was even more anxious, it sounded even more Mèi, my husband didn't want it, so I spared someone... My sister saved me, wuwu, Xin'er is going to die, sister save me quickly...
The heavy rain outside the window became more and more intense. She looked downstairs. The people coming and going were the most like this in this world. Suddenly, she couldn't help laughing. The scholar saw it and felt a little more happy, and he was reluctant to leave. Until she turned around and left, and threw herself into the depths of the bed, the window was still not closed, and she could see it, and she stayed here as usual...
Chu Yan took out the small gourd, Gong Xin'er drank water, poked her hand and touched her face and said: Bad girl, how beautiful you are?
Xin'er whispered, bit her hand, and said vaguely: Is she... beautiful or not, I won't tell you!
She retracted her hand and handed the little gourd to Zhou Ning. Zhou Ning took a few sips and looked at her with a smile: It’s so rain outside, I can’t sleep now. Can I write a poem for my husband?
Chu Yan smiled and said in disbelief: Why is my husband so excited tonight?
Zhou Ning looked at her bright eyes and said: Because, the most gaze is infinite, it seems like déjà vu in his previous life.
Chu Yan brought paper and pen to the dressing table, and smiled deep in her eyes and said: Please tell me, my husband.
Zhou Ning put his arm on his head, and said in a daze: I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my family more during the holidays.I know that my brothers climbed the heights, and there was one less person in the dogwood planted everywhere...
His tone was real, and Chu Yan also heard that her delicate body trembled. When she was holding a pen in her hand, a line of beautiful regular characters flowed on the paper. She picked up the plain paper, bit her red lips, and said every word: I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my family more during the holidays.I know that my brothers climbed the heights and there was one less person who could plant dogwood everywhere.
After reading a poem, Xin'er cried and said, "It sounds so sad."
Zhou Ning hugged her tightly and comforted her: Good Xin'er doesn't cry.
Xin'er lay in his arms and cried. Zhou Ning hugged her tightly, and said in her eyes: What a moist Xin'er, my husband will always love you...
Xin'er choked and said indifferently: Never separate!
Chu Yan touched her head and said: Silly girl, it's just a poem, why are you crying?
She said beautifully: Alas, but since my husband is very happy tonight, Yan'er also wrote a poem to cheer her up.
When she picked up the pen and wrote, the ink was fragrant, but in a moment, lines of lines were displayed on the paper like butterfly. When she lifted the paper, she pursed her red lips and blew it on the paper, and blew the ink traces dry. The posture was as beautiful as it was, and she said in a gentle tone: It’s not that she loves the wind and dust, but that seemed to be misled by the previous fate.
Flowers fall and bloom, and they always come true.
You have to go there, so how do you live?
If you have the mountain flowers on your head, don’t ask where the slave will return...
After reciting a poem, her beautiful eyes were as affectionate as if they were in love. Zhou Ning held her into her arms, and big teardrops fell down and hit her shoulders and said: I didn’t expect tonight, so passionate...
The plain paper in her hand fell to the ground quietly, hugging him tightly, and said in a gentle tone: In fact, how could there be few sad people in this world?
Zhou Ning listened and touched his heart, and she burst into tears and said: I thought I could forget it, but I can't forget it. I will always be myself!
Chu Yan hugged him tightly and comforted him: If my husband always thinks like this, how can he feel good if he planted such bitter fruit deep in his heart?
Zhou Ning choked and said: Every time I get to dreams, that person seems to be in my mind, wandering deep in my heart. It’s not that easy for me to forget.
Chu Yan said softly: Maybe those people have already turned into wind and rain. Although we can't see a faint breath, we finally understand that the people who accompany us are...
She said and comforted her gently: Let Yan'er serve her husband to sleep...
Zhou Ning responded in a daze, the candle fire went out, and everything became quiet...
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The rain kept falling, and raindrops were dancing. In the wind and rain drifting, female figures were walking in the red corridor with white lanterns. The flowers and plants on both sides of the red corridor were wet and oily. The girls with lanterns were all slim, wearing white robes and skirts, which caused a fragrant breeze. They all looked like young and beautiful maids, walking in two rows deep in the corridor. Behind the beautiful maid was a stunning girl. She was wearing a plain green dress, with a slender jade body, extremely beautiful curves, and the beauty of a fairy descending to earth.
The light clothes in front were blowing with the fragrance of the wind. More than a dozen beautiful girls were walking step by step in front. The lights were extremely soft and gentler than the moonlight. The long hair was floating behind the shoulders, and they walked over in layers of fog one by one, and they walked over beautifully.
The lake water under the corridor, lotus leaves and lotus flowers bloomed just in time, blooming one by one, heavy rain splashed into the lake, layers of water droplets rose up, lights shone into the lake, and beautiful shadows spread on the water surface, lanterns swayed up the building, and the building in the misty rain was pitch black, and only these lanterns brought some light.
The wooden door branches whistled and pushed open. A fragrance of books came to the room. The girls hung the lanterns and lit the candles. The candlelight slowly lit up...
The girls were extremely skillful in turning the books. She wore a blue-robed plain skirt, her beautiful face was covered with white gauze, her beautiful eyes were clear and moving, and she sat at the table with a quiet temperament, reading books.
Most of these books are old, but fortunately, someone manages them and wipes them cleanly. The candlelight sways a little, and it rains heavily outside. After the girls flip through the books, they stood respectfully behind her, some holding lamps, and some sorting books.
The rain outside was heavy, the thunder and lightning was ferocious, and it was pale from time to time. The collection of books here was quite rich, with all kinds of them. She flipped through a book and read it carefully. The room was quiet, until a handsome figure walked over outside the window, carrying his hands on his back, and chanted every word in her mouth: When will the spring flowers and autumn moon be?How much do I know about the past?
The building was windy again last night, and my hometown was unbearable to look back at the moonlight.
The carved railings and jade bricks should still be there, but the red faces are changed.
I would like to ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
Seeing his voice clear and as he walked into the room step by step, he looked handsome and bright. He raised his cheek and looked over. It was Song Jie.
Song Jie walked step by step, looked at the book she was reading, and took out two pots of wine from behind her hands: It was a pity not to drink some wine in such a good rainy night.
Liu Ruoxuan said: This palace is reading a book.
Song Jie looked at many beautiful maids around him and said: There are too many people.
She raised her hand lightly, and all the maids went out. Song Jie drank a sip of wine on his own and sat down and said: Although studying is good, it is sometimes also hurtful.
When Liu Ruoxuan heard this, she closed her hands and said: I see that you have changed a lot in just a short time.
Song Jie shook his head and sighed: In the long life of the world, who is not experiencing many changes?
She looked elsewhere and said in a faint tone: But it didn't become as fast as you did.
Song Jie said: Just to be happy, everything may not be important.
Liu Ruoxuan put the book next to her and said: You are just a poem that suits someone else.
Song Jieqi said: Which sentence is it?
Liu Ruoxuan said: Don’t say that you are not soulless, the curtain rolls up the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Song Jie laughed and said: Actually, in my heart, the princess also responded to someone else's poem.
She glanced at me and said: Young Master, I would like to hear the details.
Song Jie said with a clear cough: The mountains and rivers are everywhere, and the fallen flowers and wind and rain are even more heartbreaking in spring. It is better to take the people in front of you.
She smiled beautifully when she heard this. Although she couldn't see clearly what her stunning face looked like, her beautiful eyes were like water and her laughter was moving, and Song Jie was also moved by her heart.
Liu Ruoxuan looked at his face and said: In your heart, this is how I keep people from thousands of miles away. Do you understand the charm?
Song Jie's face changed: The villain dared not.
Liu Ruoxuan frowned and said: Forget it, maybe I am really too cold to you. In fact, I still know how good you are to me.
Song Jie heard this and said happily: Are you serious?
Liu Ruoxuan asked back: Is this palace like the kind of person who talks casually?
Song Jie suddenly looked at her, his eyes burning, and Liu Ruoxuan turned her face and said: What do you think I am doing?
Song Jie made a speech and said: If you look at the princess for a few more times, you will die without any regrets.
When he said this, his face was full of sincerity, and his handsome and fair cheeks were even more masculine in his tone, and his eyes were like a whirlpool, which made people sink.
Liu Ruoxuan said calmly: If you put in such a great effort, you should have gained a lot.
Song Jie leaned close to her and said: It depends on how much the princess can give.
Liu Ruoxuan frowned and said: I wonder how much do you want?
Song Jie smelled her fragrance and said: I will give it as much as the princess gives me tonight.
This sentence is really a pun, and it is smart.
She smiled when she heard this, but she reached out to take off the jade hairpin between her hair. She was like a waterfall and her hair was pouring down. Her beautiful eyes were bright, and her snow-white veil covered the beauty's face. A little bit of hair was brushed on the veil. The water mist in the depths of her eyes gradually increased. At this moment, she felt a little charming and said in a faint voice: Is this enough?
Song Jie almost couldn't help but take off her jade hairpin. She suddenly took off her jade hairpin and made her heart beat wildly. She couldn't help but swallow her saliva quietly, and her voice was a little hoarse: Can it be more beautiful?
Her jade hand gently fell on the beauty's snow neck, and her fingertips brushed on the collar. With the sound of a man's gurgling, she swallowed her saliva. Her fingertips opened lightly, and the beauty's clothes were slightly exposed. The skin inside the collar was fragrant, and then the round curve of the fragrant shoulders gradually revealed. The snow-white and fragrant skin appeared faintly, and the tempting jade body curve made Song Jie swallow continuously. She glanced at her and said: Isn't this enough?
Song Jie instinctively said: If I want to say enough, I am just stupid!
Liu Ruoxuan laughed and said, "Are you foolish in this palace?"
Song Jie stared at her slender jade body and said: What a fairy who came down to earth, who in this world can compare with a princess?
As he was talking, he was already approaching her. The charming fragrance rushed towards her, and his eyes were hot and he looked at her beautiful eyes and said: How much can the princess give me Song Jie tonight?
Liu Ruoxuan looked at his gaze and said whispering like a dream: You need to know that if you want too much, others may not be able to give it to you...
Song Jie reached out to grab her jade arm, and swam away to catch the jade hand wrapped in yarn sleeves. When she held her snow-white jade hand tightly and pressed it on her face, her skin was white and faintly fragrant. The water-green yarn sleeves were faintly wrapped around her slender jade hand, and she said infatuatedly: Even for the princess, this jade hand is enough to make people feel willing to die...
Liu Ruoxuan retreated her hand and said softly: But you forgot that you are not in love with your children now. Now there are wars everywhere, and countless people are struggling in the war. You always hate Wei Lang for being scheming and Wei Lang for being opposed to you everywhere. But you ask yourself, Wei Lang has already rushed to the front line. Where are you now?
Song Jie instantly felt like cold water was poured down, and frowned and said: OK, I think I should go to the front line as well.
Liu Ruoxuan turned her face and said: Besides, I will also go to the sea. Stay in the Wujiang River Naval Master and the Demon City Naval Master have a decisive battle. The future is unknown and life and death are unknown. Why should you be too anxious?
Song Jie turned around silently and said: Before I met a princess, I was not like that. A man was crazy about a woman and used all means to get her. Although he was not ashamed of others, I also knew that everything was on the battlefield with the demon clan. Let's make a distinction.
As he spoke, he looked complicated and walked away with great strides. When he looked up, the wind and rain outside were no longer important.
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The mountains are majestic, a straight road leads straight to the distance, the wind and clouds above our heads change color, a thick cloud rolls and surging, lightning and thunder, and heavy rain pours down. The two sides of the way are pale, and the rain is raging all over the sky, dozens of handsome horses in Jiazhou are neighing wildly, and they are speeding like a wind on the ancient road, with the sound of hooves and countless rainfalls.
The horsemen were all wearing hats and their clothes were soaked. They shouted and rushed the horse to run wildly. The leader was Wei Lang. His face was covered with rain, and heavy rain hit his body. The mountains on both sides of the way were quickly retreating, and dozens of horses were running wildly. When they looked at a mountain inn in the distance, the servants beside him shouted: Lord, go to the inn.
Wei Lang looked back and said: The journey is exhausting, just as you said.
When I rushed to the gate of the inn, this inn was built for business travelers from all walks of life. The business has always been good. On heavy rainy nights, the rooms were even full. Many people who couldn't stay simply sat downstairs and were about to survive the night.
A few horses neighed wildly in front of the door, but when they saw a rainy night, someone strodes in front of the door. It was Wei Lang. He held a handful of things wrapped in thick cloth. When he strode in, he reached out to take off his hat and sat down calmly. He had a noble temperament. He didn't speak. More than 20 followers came in, each with long sword tied to his waist and a dark face. The store was serving him hurriedly. Like most people who spent the night, the group of people called beef, stir-frying vegetables, white wine, peanuts, and broad beans. They ate around a few tables, but didn't speak much.
Business is good tonight. Upstairs and downstairs are crowded with hundreds of people drinking around the table. The heavy rain blocks the way, and everyone is even more idle. They eat peanuts and drink and talk about many other things, just talking about some rumor.
A blind storyteller was telling the storyteller upstairs. When he talked about the rise, many people whispered and listened quietly. The teacher was in his sixties and his eyes were blind. When he talked about the joy, his eyebrows were dancing.
The people in the audience were excited and couldn't help but sigh a little. When they arrived at the grandson of the blind man, they came down to hold the gong to invite rewards everywhere, and the silver coins fell on the gong one by one. When they arrived beside Wei Lang, Wei Lang was wiping the ice dragon bow down. It was raining heavily outside. He stroked the hideous scales on the dragon bow with his palms. The sound of rain was clattering, and sometimes the lightning was fierce. Others were eating peanuts and saying desolately: Looking at the sword with a light while drunk, dreaming of blowing the horns and camping.
The fire under the command is divided into eight hundred miles, and the sound of fifty strings is turned over the block.
The soldiers are fired on the battlefield.
The horse made Lu was fast, and the bow was astonished as thunder.
To resolve the affairs of the king and the world, and to win the reputation of the past and after death.
But the goal is happening...
The servants beside him had already invested money. Wei Lang looked up and saw that the grandson holding the gong seemed to be fascinated by listening to it. In the blink of an eye, he was stunned. This poem was written by Xin Qiji and was widely circulated and passed down through the ages.
Just now, the chaotic times are desolate, millions of demon soldiers are raging everywhere, and the powerful brigades of the nine heavens and the wilderness of the four countries are out, and they cannot resist. They are fierce and fierce on the battlefield. Unexpectedly, they are defeated repeatedly. After several consecutive battles, the battlefield is full of corpses, flags fall down and people scattered, and the soldiers are damaged. All countries are even more lost. When the demon soldiers arrive, their prosperity is everywhere. Countless people's families are destroyed and their people are wandering around. Everyone is on this rainy night. Suddenly hearing this poem, they can't help but sigh in their hearts.
The red candle fire was reflected into his eyes, and the two ignitions in his eyes were unstable. A pot of wine on the table was still emitting heat. He rained heavily outside, and lightning and thunder were roaring. He saw that the grandson was thin and weak, took out the silver from his arms and put it in the gong, and said softly: Good boy, it’s just a pain for you.
When passing by the business trip downstairs, he saw that he was all practicing martial arts spirit, with a sharp steel knife hanging on his waist. The person in charge was even more extraordinary. Someone immediately looked at him and said: Where are the heroes going in the troubled times?
The attendant replied with his fist: My young master knew that the demon soldiers were raging, and he would like to return to Qing Mansion to summon people and rush to the front line to fight the demon soldiers.
Many people gave thumbs up when they heard this and said: What a good ambition.
The blind man said with a tilted face: Why is it a great honor for an old man to sit with a warrior on a rainy night!
Many people upstairs and downstairs stood up and shouted: We are all thin and weak, and we are from the family. Why don’t we wish the hero a glass of wine?
As soon as they spoke, they stood up one after another, held the wine bowl and said: Please, hero!
Wei Lang stood up and raised the wine bowl, drank it all, his face still had a bit of sorrow. The blind man stroked his beard and said: The battlefield is dangerous, but many people are still determined. As the saying goes, everyone knows that there are no eyes on the battlefield, which is quite dangerous. If there are more warriors like you in our Ninth Heaven, I think that the demon soldiers will not be like this.
Wei Lang wiped the ferocious dragon with his palm. A gentle and extremely gentle teacher looked up at the four seats and said: It’s not that my soldiers were not desperate enough. I think the rise of the demon clan was too fierce. Once the divine power ship in the sky was dispatched, it would be a cover for the clouds and sunshine. Giant eagles spread their wings and fly high, killing creatures, and demons danced around on the ground. The demon army was fierce and cruel, and well-equipped. The four wild countries were located in barren lands. Although the soldiers were brave and the horses were good, how could they carry millions of demon soldiers with just their flesh and blood? It is said that the demon clan endured in the 100,000 mountains for hundreds of years. This day will come sooner or later, and the demon world is destined to have this disaster.
As soon as he said this, many people frowned and said: Isn't that the case? In the past, we said how great our Wujiang Navy in the Nine Heavens was, and that we were the best in the world. However, as soon as the demon city navy came out, the Wujiang Navy in the Jiangdu City hurried at home all day long, crying with people everywhere, saying that they had no war for a long time, and if the old cannons in the old city did not allocate two million taels of silver to supplement the new ships and profit cannons, the Wujiang Navy would never be able to get out of the sea, let alone expect the Wujiang Navy to fight with the demons, alas.
The scholar sighed quite: Not to mention that when the demon clan had not raised the flag, the Wujiang Navy boasted to people everywhere, saying that the navy of Jiangdu City, which was enough to cross the sea by boat, to destroy Dingzhou and the northern country, to prepare for the Nine Heavens and expand its territory. It still seems like yesterday when I think about it!
When the Wujiang Navy came, everyone was so angry that they pointed: Our four wilderness countries fought with demon soldiers in front, and the Wujiang Navy behind did not dare to fight. They cried everywhere and did not dare to go to Longcheng to ask for money. They came to Jiazhou to force the prince to exchange for new ships and cannons. There were so many soldiers on the front line who slept in the open and fought with demon soldiers. However, the Wujiang Navy was so cowardly, but I don’t know how others scolded them privately and didn’t want any face.
As a powerful vassal in Jiazhou, the Wei family knew this well and knew it well. Wei Lang had always had a good relationship with Qin Chuan. He couldn't blame Qin Chuan for asking for money. He just drank lightly and didn't speak. Until the man wearing a hat stood up, Wei Lang looked familiar no matter how he looked. When the man walked step by step and took off the hat next to him, Wei Lang was shocked and said: It turned out to be you!
This man is young and has a very good appearance. It was Qin Chuan. When Qin Chuan took off his hat, he looked a little strange in the candlelight: Brother, why not talk.
As he said that, he got up and went out the door. When Wei Lang followed him, it was raining heavily outside the door, lightning and thunder, and towering mountains were extremely magnificent. Qin Chuan admired many mountains with his hands on his back and said: Brother Wei, I wonder what he thought about when he heard those words?
Wei Lang said indifferently: This matter is complicated, so I can't say much. But you don't want to take it to your heart if others say bad things. After all, now that the demon soldiers are raging, either the family is destroyed or the people are wandering around, and who will live a smooth life.
Qin Chuan stretched out his hand and pointed to the endless mountains and said: There are so many mountains in Jiazhou, and it is magnificent.
Wei Lang saw him and said: I wonder if Brother Qin is not on the sea, what are you doing in Jiazhou?
Qin Chuan turned around and smiled and said: First, let’s see your old friend, second, there are some truths that you want to talk to others, but I wonder if you want to listen?
Wei Lang clasped his fists and said: Brother, but it doesn’t matter.
Qin Chuan said good, admired countless mountains and drifted heavy rain: Actually, Qin Yuan is my uncle. He has been in Jiangdu City for so many years. The Wujiang Naval Master has great efforts. Every ship and every cannon has a lot of feelings for him. This time the rise of the demon clan is too powerful, and the Demon City Naval Master is even more terrifying. If the Wujiang Naval Master goes out to sea to fight, in the case of the demon clan being at its peak, it is tantamount to hitting stones with eggs. The chances of victory are slim. When others are old, they are even more unwilling to destroy the Wujiang Naval Master in his water and burn the foundation of the Wujiang hundreds of years. So I refuse this. I hope you can understand the helplessness of an old man.
Wei Lang pondered: Your words are indeed true, please continue.
Qin Chuan nodded and said: Since I took over the Wujiang Naval Division, this once famous naval division has long since disappeared. The entire naval division is depressed and he is very timid in the battle. When they mentioned the naval division in the Demon City, they kept talking about how powerful the enemy was and how thin they were. Although they killed a few people, it was useless. Moreover, there were many subordinates of my uncle who had many years of subordinates. They were afraid of the war and obeyed me everywhere. I came here for this time. One was that Longcheng ordered the princess to go to the sea to supervise the battle, and the other was that I hoped to come to Jiazhou to see the terrain of Jiazhou and the sea of Jiazhou.
Wei Lang took a deep breath: To be honest, Song Jie used this war to threaten the princess to marry the Song family everywhere. This time she went to the sea, so she could temporarily avoid Song Jie's entanglement.
Qin Chuan couldn't help but frown and said: I just didn't expect that Song Jie, a smart and cunning person, would have fallen to this point today? These things sounded like rumors, but after a long time, I realized that it was true.
Wei Lang said: It is not surprising that a man is as beautiful as hers makes him lose his mind.
Qin Chuan smiled and said: But I know that you and Song Jie are fighting openly and secretly, and they don’t give in to each other. You need to be careful at this point. If a person is anxious, he can do everything.
Wei Lang smiled and said: Don't worry, I know it in my heart.
Qin Chuan said again: This decisive battle in Jiazhou is of great importance. If you are on the battlefield, you have no eyes and no swords and guns, you must be careful everywhere.
Wei Lang nodded and said: How are you going to Dingzhou this time? What are you getting?
Qin Chuan smiled and said: North, Kang, Taizhou, we are always guarding us, and we are very optimistic about sitting in the mountains and watching the tiger fight. We are not optimistic about the navy from Dingzhou and Taizhou to come to rescue him.
Wei Lang said: So why is this happening?
Qin Chuan said: It’s not surprising that someone just blames the words, and the listener has the intention.
Wei Lang said: It's getting more and more difficult. Could it be that I really can't ask for reinforcements?
Qin Chuan said: That's not impossible. The Ouyang Pavilion in Dingzhou is unintentional to power and is planning to pass the throne to others. If he chooses to resist the demon clan together, then there is still a way to save this matter.
Wei Lang said: What do their generals think?
Qin Chuan said: As a general, he obeys the orders of the lord of Dingzhou. He only needs to say one thing. The Chang County Navy can cross the sea of demons at any time. Not only will the navy reinforcements, but he will probably bring a large army to help fight on land.
Wei Lang said: In your opinion, who is in Dingzhou has a high possibility of taking power?
Qin Chuan shook his head and smiled: Both generations of city lords in Dingzhou are women, and the next city lord is probably still a woman. Whoever can catch Ran'er's heart will have the final say.
Wei Langqi said: Who is Ran'er?
Qin Chuan said: Yàn Yifan and Zhao Qingqing's son, Ouyang Ni, regards him as his own treasure. Whoever can control him will control the entire Kang Kingdom.
Wei Lang said: If at that time, the Nine Heavens could no longer hold on, then how could we make up for it?
Qin Chuan said: Don’t worry, three years have passed so far, and time has passed, and now Ran’er is no longer the same as before. Ouyang Ni will not accompany him for the rest of his life. At that time, as long as the women around him can speak, what’s the difficulty of asking for reinforcements?
Wei Lang said: Now the demon clan is in full swing, and it will take one day to delay it. If you really ask for reinforcements and jointly attack the demon clan, you may not lose to the demon clan.
Qin Chuan sighed with emotion: It's better to delay one day. Maybe when the princess was in charge of the Wujiang Naval Army, I would go to Dingzhou and show those people a good reputation to ask for reinforcements, but I would like to bless God.
Wei Lang said: I hope so.
Qin Chuan suddenly smiled and said: What do you think of the book the old man said just now?
Wei Lang frowned and said: When the country is in chaos, I think of loyal ministers, and when the country is in danger, I think of good generals. The old man said a book is very good, but now the army of demon clan is raging, and it is like entering a state of no one, placing the world. If you still miss the bravery of your predecessors, it will inevitably make people sigh.
Qin Chuan put on a hat and walked into the rain and said: I will say goodbye first, and I wish Brother Wei to be invincible on the battlefield and win the victory.
Wei Lang held his fists and said, "Brother Qin said goodbye."
Qin Chuan took off his horse and gradually moved away. When Wei Lang turned around and came back, the follower next to him hurriedly whispered: What's the conversation between lord?
Wei Lang thought for a while and said: That's it. He learned a lot of information, but he would rush back to Qing Mansion tomorrow and go to the front line as soon as possible. He would no longer miss him in these trivial matters.
After saying that, I sat quietly with my chest in my arms, closed my eyes to rest. In the middle of the night, all the noise and hustle and bustle stopped.
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