Legend of Fei

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For a while, the two of them said nothing, Jiang Feng hovered over the roof, silent as if there were only water sounds.

Fang Cai’s painting had swam away, and Xie Yun was still staring at the black-yellow water for a while, as if he was about to open a fleeting bloom.

Zhou Fei accidentally ran out of a whole jug of wine until she couldn't pour a drop from the jug before she realized that she didn't taste any of it. This jug of wine tasted like a donkey, it was a waste The store thought about it.

She suddenly felt very embarrassed, "Teng" stood up, but Xie Yun seemed to have eyes on her ears, grabbed her wrist.

Unless he is being chased down, Xie Yun rarely sees such a straight and deep expression on his face. It is probably that he feels that his life has been quite embarrassing. It’s not too serious. Only one cynical is going down, in order to let You and others can feel better.

He clasped his fingers tightly, his fingertips turned pale, and asked in a tight voice, "What are your plans?"

Zhou Fei actually wanted to deceive herself and say, "I will stay with Jinling for a while", but she also knows that Xie Yun asked not her immediate plan, but after his death.

She evaded and pretended to be stupid, but when she saw his clear eyes reflected in the glimmer, she finally clenched her teeth and turned her eyes hard to face the ugly truth.

"I don't know," for a while, Zhou Fei said, "I may have to see if my father has any assignments. If not, I must take back the two heads of Beidou. After clearing these old grudges, I Maybe I will go back to Forty-eight Villages, help Chu Chu sort out the lost things, and then give Zhaizhong a beater when needed, and... then maybe the world is peaceful?"

"Well," Xie Yun's mouth smiled strangely. "The predecessors have paved the road. What else is uneven? Can I ask you something?"

Zhou Fei looked at him and felt that apart from his weight loss, it looked almost the same as when he first moved to the forty-eight village eight years ago and walked around in a stretch of air. He seemed to have been short of time The experience of stereotyped people.

Xie Yun laughed unreasonably at her: "I want to beg you to marry a short-lived husband, so that after 20 years, I can go to you again."

Zhou Fei pulled his hand outward, but Xie Yun's fingers seemed to be made into a cage that could not escape, and the lines were frozen in the air, and she suddenly shook, all the emotions used to concealment and restraint gathered together. There was a turbulent undercurrent, and there was a huge force colliding back and forth in her narrow heart.

Xie Yun held Zhou Fei's wrist with both hands, lowered her hand against her forehead, and whispered: "Don't cry, the day when people meet with each other, there is no more than a moment of crying. If you cry for a moment, you think less. Isn’t it a loss? You and I have been together for the rest of our lives, and we are lucky to have a beginning and an end. Isn’t it necessary to live to be seventy or eighty."

Zhou Fei slammed him away: "You cry."

"Okay, how can Zhou Daxia cry? After all, he is the first person in the world who can'step on Beidou'."

Because of the phrase "smart", Jin Gui had to make the Taiyuan Medical Corps quarrel into a congee, His Royal Highness King Duan was chased down eight streets.

The "one inch of time and one inch of gold" in the folk proverb has almost become a cliché that children do not want to hear. When Zhou Fei was napping in Zhou Yitang's study when she was a child, she often suffered such a sentence. She was always the left ear. Listen, right ear, and she grows up to this age, and then realizes the three tastes of this remark.

They only have this time. It seems that the bare big son in the hands of the poor and ill-gotten servants, the fewer the number, the more stretched, the more I can break each child into eight petals, and divide each of them into pieces. Countless short paragraphs.

During the day, Xie Yun was quite busy in the palace, and often had to deal with a large group of people-endless ritual officials, doctors who did not use farts, and Zhao Yuan himself.

Zhao Yuan seemed to please Xie Yun, and even released his eldest son Zhao Mingchen, who had been imprisoned for many years, and summoned Ming Chen into the palace three days and two times, letting one haggard and another sickly perform Brothers and friends.

Zhou Fei usually sees the liveliness of Zhao's family on Liang at this time. Xie Yun and her briefly discussed a set of special gestures. The hands behind her gave Zhou Fei some bitter and truthful words, which made her the gentleman on the beam almost exposed.

After passing the group of idlers, Xie Yun regarded the inner courtyard of the palace as nothing, and took Zhou Fei to play around in Jinling City.

The dude set, the Jianghu set... he can do anything and everything, and teaches Zhou Fei as quickly as possible-if it’s not for Xie Yun’s body, the attacks of Tseng Qing are more and more frequent. The sun is visibly weakened by the naked eye, and these days can be called beautiful.

As the third day of the twelfth lunar month approaches, the temporary residence of Duan Wang is becoming more and more lively, and grand dresses and articles are sent inwards, and there is a rumor from the court and outside that the emperor said At this juncture, the Duan Wang was brought back, I am afraid it was moved to set up the Prince's heart.

The rumors were very effective. Xie Yun was almost in front of the door, and he was so annoyed that he almost wanted to disturb the so-called "ancestral ceremonies" of Zhao Yuan. He had to pretend to be sick every day and thank the guests behind closed doors.

On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, the ancestral festival is all ready, and all parties will be waiting for the official occasion.

But at this moment, there was a good news from the front. The defeated soldiers gathered in the northern dynasty would be like paper. Some even heard that the army of the southern dynasty had fleeing from the wind, and Zhou Yitang rushed to the king capital within a few months. Jinling, who hardly sees a few pieces of snow in a year, actually fell into the snow early. Although it was very weak, it fell into mud when he landed. However, in the name of "Rui Xue", the people who sang the fart song to praise the virtue are very powerful.

At this point, it seems that the world is in harmony with the people, and Zhao Yuan seems to have everything.

But Zhao Yuan seemed to be more uneasy than before. When he came to the hospital as usual, he just said a few gossips with Xie Yun. A man with an inner guard appeared in a hurry. He stooped and said a few words in Zhao Yuan's ear. Sentence. This person must have been Zhao Yuan’s confidant, and he used Kung Fu, such as “Transmitting Voices to the World,” and he didn’t even reveal a few words or words. Before he finished talking, he saw that Zhao Yuan’s face had changed, and suddenly stood up, not even Explained to Xie Yun, turned and left.

Xie Yun sent him out pretendingly, making a gesture to Zhou Fei quietly, and heard a soft sound, knowing that Zhou Fei chased him out by words. He leaned against the door thoughtfully and closed his robe gently. At this time, a little **** who packed up the tea set bowed out with a stack of cups and trays. He accidentally glanced at Xie Yun when he saluted, and immediately scared "Ah" was heard, the cup and plate in the hand crashed into a pile of broken porcelain on the ground, kneeling on the ground and shaking tremblingly: "Hall, His Royal Highness..."

Xie Yun recovered, and looked down, and found that his stiff fingertips were cracked openly, and his skin was cracked, he didn't feel pain, and he accidentally rubbed the outer robe collar red, like a living Just wiped his neck.

At the same time, Zhou Fei quietly decorated Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan was very afraid of death. Everywhere he went, various guards and Ouchi masters packed all corners, either explicitly or secretly. Rao Shi Zhou Fei martial arts masters, and he actually showed a lot of cold sweat. Several times, she was almost found to be close to Zhao Yuan’s dormitory, and she had no choice-Zhao Yuan’s place of shelter was protected from assassination. Within three feet of the surrounding area, even knee-high trees were given. Cut it clean!

The iron-barreled guards surrounded his dormitory, and there were people patrolling back and forth.

Zhou Fei was the first time to see such a grand man who was so afraid of death. At first, Zhao Yuan was a little amused. After a while, she couldn’t laugh a little, and the doubts of her ups and downs came up many times-this is well-trained The guards could not be assembled in haste. How long has Zhao Yuan been an emperor living in such anxiety?

Who is he afraid of?

It seems that someone wedge the word "Assassin" into Zhao Yuan's mind.

At this moment, the sound of something breaking suddenly came from the distant palace. Zhou Fei frowned, and saw that several black-clothed guards hurriedly left, and she immediately bypassed the person Zhao Yuan beat herself. The jail cage kept up with the men in black.

A few people are not bad, but there is nothing comparable to the real master. Zhou Fei chased very easily. Seeing that the several guards brought a large group of people in a very short time, they came out of the palace with great momentum. A residential house outside the imperial city left.

A few mountain fronts dressed in casual clothes and ordinary hawkers said to the leading bodyguard: "People are here, sure, we've been watching."

who?

Zhou Fei, who was hiding in the dark, looked in the direction of the finger of the "hawker" and saw that it was a large yard filled with flowers, and it bloomed in the cold winter days, and a few flowers and vines came from the yard Climbing out of the wall and leaking the full courtyard, it seemed a little weird.

Somehow, this flowered courtyard made Zhou Fei feel a bit familiar.

At the next moment, the leading black bodyguard ordered the crowd to surround the small courtyard and broke into the door roughly.

...And then froze together.

I saw that there was still silence in the small courtyard, the shelf where the clothes were hanging was still there, but the costumes above were missing, and the tail feathers of a few kingfishers fell on the ground, and surrounded by the prosperity, a small swing was hanging, one in the breeze. Shake it.

It was exactly the same as the small courtyard of the Yuyi class in the city of Shaoyang that year!

At this moment, the female voice hanging high came from afar, singing: "The river flows into the sea, and the vastness belongs to the sky--"

The black guard shouted: "Catch!"

The crowd swarmed up and chased in the direction of the song. Zhou Fei came out slowly from her hiding place. She did not worry. The trick of people going to the empty space was the unique skill of the Yuyi class, and the voice of the song that was sung in the throat was gray. She remembered it-it was wood. Little Joe's big devil.

A Mrs. Niang, a Suzaku, if the two seniors were in a mess, they would call out all the bags of wine bags around Zhao Yuan... The question is, which one is this?

Zhou Fei got into the empty courtyard of Yuyi Ban, and saw that the door of the back room was hidden, the smell of the burnt incense burner had not disappeared, and there was a bottom of wine in the glass, which was directly opposite the wall of the door. Two wooden sheaths with one sword and one sword, with a note in between.

Zhou Fei carefully removed the note, seeing the above write: "Yuyi Ban brought the "Bone Story" to Beijing and offered a gift to my prosperity."