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"Tips for carving insects."

The beads rolled around a few times, and finally stopped at the side of the brazier. The charcoal stove was burning fragrant wood for heating, and gave off a not-so-light smell.

The Goose Creek painting silk produced in Yuchuan was pulled by the princess to make a handkerchief, and it was burned casually when it was stained with blood. It seemed that there was an inscription on the silk.

There are too many rare things, and they are not rare anymore. After a long time, I will use them to wipe the chicken blood.

The bead was so bright that it became brighter and brighter as it rolled, and finally collided with the copper basin charcoal stove, making a long clank.

The sound faded away.

Yan Xiaochen was still standing at the threshold, he didn't get close, he didn't go far, the other garden was quiet, there was hot spring water on the top of the mountain, walking all the way down, although the crabapple flowers were half dead, the temperature in the courtyard was not low, and you could faintly hear Mixed sound, rhythmic, like beating again and again.

He didn't listen any more, knowing that there were unknown things hidden in every mansion of the princess.

When the emperor gave the order, he didn’t leave him much time to run horses outside the palace, and he should have gone if he calculated the round-trip time. He sat on the dragon chair for a long time, and no one dared to believe it. In winter, Ji Qing’s old wind disease broke out. He is even more untrustworthy when he is ill. Not only are there people on duty outside the palace gate, but there is also a short dagger hidden under the pillow.

In terms of playing with knives and guns, this emperor is naturally inferior to Ji Qinghe, but Princess Qinghe is born with a stinky chess basket and doesn't understand the twists and turns on the chessboard.

Deeper and heavier, Jinchang city casts a cone-shaped shadow of the high wall, and even the water under the road and bridge is mixed into a ball of black paint.

Yan Xiaochen rode his horse into the Jinchang Gate, his official hat was askew, and the string of wind chimes under the eaves of Wangxian Tower was rustling.

The wind on a winter night is no better than that of a spring day, and there is no twists and turns, only the wetness and coldness of skin cramping.

The fertile land of Nanjun, surrounded by the Yanchen River, is so wet that the kneecaps ache in winter.He buckled the saddle tight and slowed down, dew rolling down his helmet in strings.

No one can enter the Immortal Tower. Empresses, noble concubines, and even favored nobles are all treated equally, and the personal servants stay in the outer room where the noise can be heard. This pavilion has nine floors, one foot higher than the Star Picking Tower. The platform of the scenic spot faces the bustling lights of the West Market on the one hand, and the Yanchen River that is frozen on the water.

The toe of Yan Xiaochen's boots touched the threshold, and he was still guarding the outside room with a knife in his hand. There was another door, and the lights in the room stayed on all night.

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The copper hammer came through the wind and smashed two small shallow pits in the ground.There is no need to build the first tower, and most of the undead attackers on the second tower have been eliminated, and no one knows what these ghost soldiers who climbed the city wall in the middle of the night are.

Wounded and not retreated, hammered into pieces without much bleeding, still able to walk and fight, but has long lost the breath of a living person.

The top of the city is so sticky that it almost sticks to the soles of walking boots.

As soon as Zhou Tanfu went up to the wall, he saw the two hammers shining golden in the sunlight.He has good eyesight and can see the scriptures and seals on them clearly. This kind of scriptures to subdue demons is always engraved on the objects presented by the elders. Who would give a child such a pair of huge copper coins that are too heavy to lift their hands? hammer?I'm not afraid of half-grown children hammering myself to death.

He looked away lightly and didn't think about it any more.The gray clouds at the end of the sky piled up more and more, and a thick layer of fog formed in the morning, wrapped in the cold winter wind and sweeping in.

The knife on his waist was even more conspicuous in the snow-covered eyes, a light layer, like a layer of color on the ice pick.

The sound of horns sounded again in the distance, and the sound of overlapping horseshoes was louder than the previous few days. The other party seemed to know that He Lianyun, a formidable enemy, had arrived, and was in a hurry to overwhelm the army and fight to the death.

Zhou Tan has never met the person in charge of the Ministry of Poverty and Development so far. He only heard that the other party's big family is not close to the population at all, and the children under his knees can fill out a forward battalion.

He asked He Lianyun a few words in a half-dream, never thought that this person would lower his eyelids, he just used the blanket on the bed to tighten his neck, and gently stroked: "I don't remember."

"It doesn't matter what kind of knife he uses and how well he bows..." Later, He Lianyu even added, "Who cares what he looks like and whether he has a mole under his eyes?"

The more he said it, the more strange it became. Zhou Tan didn't ask these two unreliable people again, but today the army arrived, and he saw a vicissitudes of life, a half-dead pale face. Zhang Lian, why was he dragged to the front line alive?

Rumor has it that the one from the Ministry of Poor Hair is not very old, and it has only been four or fifty years since he was born. He can fight with the two "fierce gods" of the Helian family for a long time. ...the appearance of dying.

Sai Siduo put down the other brass tube Qianli Wang in her hand, her lips curled up slightly, but she deliberately avoided Zhou Tan's eyes, and only said, "Zhang Gong."

There was the sound of a bowstring being pulled.

He Lianyun held Zhou Tan's back of the neck, half-covered and dragged him to his side.The warm breath was blowing out to his neck, He Lianyun held down the finger of his bow with one hand, and said in a low voice: "You don't need to use so much force."

Zhou Tan loosened his white knuckles and shook his snow-stained eyelashes.Everyone on the city wall drew their bows, but no one was shooting arrows. He Lianyun's expression remained unchanged, and he kept his eyes on the black and poor-haired cavalry that was gathering more and more.

The poison on his body was not cured, and he lay on the bed for half a month, but he didn't seem to have changed, he didn't lose weight or lose weight, his shoulders were still broad, and he could still walk back and forth against the heavy armor that crushed his waist. It's not very morbid.

Like a mountain, neither Qiang nor collapse.

Zhou Tan pressed his fingertips, he couldn't smell the smell on his body, even though he was almost [-] to [-]% sure that Chun Tingyue could detoxify He Lianyun's poison, but the old poison of the previous dynasty had long been buried in the grave went.A difference of one centimeter is a thousand miles away, and no one dares to bet.

The soldiers press down on the border, the wind blows louder and louder, the cavalry is the vanguard, followed by the heavy cavalry, like a moving city, the earth shakes, the earth shakes...

Shiraishi, Shiraishi!

Zhou Tan squinted his eyes, glanced at him, and He Lianyun had already seen his expression, and waved a soothing gesture.

Looks like those burrowing groundhogs in the Ordnance Department haven't had a meal lately.

Sai Siduo turned and went to the east side, the heavy armor rang together with the movement, and the second heavy tower was in the shape of "concave". The east and west wings complement each other, and the central part is even narrower, which can block the vanguard of the opponent's goal.

A heavy crossbow was placed on the top of the city, and the opponent had already used up all the saltpeter left, and there would be nothing beyond manpower that could shake this second layer of insurance.

There were some people at both ends of the east and west, Zhou Tan put down the Qianli Wang in his hand, a layer of wet mist had been covered on the glass, the sky was getting colder, and the snow was about to reach its climax.

He could already see clearly the heavy guy who was throwing stones and asking for directions, but why was the half-dead person in power so stiff?

It's like being tied up alive.

The huge boulder was thrown, and the pig iron track turned quickly, making the outer layer of protection properly, but the stone came through the wind, carrying not only its own gravity, under the force, the hole broke out a piece of debris, and the female wall on the east side exploded. There was a bang.

Damage is naturally unavoidable, but the flying shadows are not only stones, but a pile of things that are neither human nor ghosts are on the wall again, mixed with a disgusting smell.

too unbearable...

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"boom--"

On the east wing, the masonry on the parapet exploded, and the fragments scattered on the top of the city.Sai Siduo covered his head, turned over and jumped down, half of his feet were not down, and saw a white figure, who seemed to be stupid, still frozen in place of the explosion.

The force of the collision took away her two hammers, and she swung one hand in the air, squinting her eyes to identify the fool.

Just recognized the person's face, "Damn..." Sai Siduo cursed, dodging left and right: "What are you doing, a medical girl?"

Sliding down on her wrist, the two extremely heavy copper blocks actually stopped on Lu Chengzhi's wrist. She used two fingers, as if pinching something dirty, threw the weapon back, and sprinted towards the crumbling tower. On top of it, one hand stretched out, waving a red cloud, which is powdery cinnabar.

The glowing red chensha met those ghost soldiers, and it was as if water had soaked into oil. The screams and wailing were endless for a while. Lu Chengzhi got short, kicked away a sticky dead head, and let out some strange howls .

There is no tone, a fragmented tune.

But on her lips was neither a flute nor a flute, but a hollow Nanzhi grass.A thin grass stalk was used as a musical instrument by her, and the sound was so thin and broken that it could even overwhelm the sound of the other party's violently shaking copper bell.

She was thin and thin, and she was dressed in white, standing in the sea of ​​corpses and blood, like a half-sunken moon.The knife hadn't been used yet, half of the scabbard fell off and was hanging on her waist.

Sesiduo's words were still hanging on her tongue, and the nurse who ran towards her stabbed two grass stalks with one hand, and her nostrils turned sour.

The smell of these ghosts was finally suppressed, she grabbed back her two copper coins, and found that she could see more clearly.

"Small tricks." Lu Chengzhi brushed past her with fishy water under his feet.The top of the city was trampled on the ground by her, and even the arrow feathers flying around did not interfere at all.

The things that hit the top of the wall only know how to bite, whether they bite the enemy or the friend, the defenders seem to have developed a habit of cutting off the head, and those half-dead things will turn into a puddle of water, and they can no longer move. They are all sure that the core of controlling the enemy lies on top of those things that seem human but are not human.

The author says:

thank you very much!

I finally saw the dawn of finishing chores. I tried to write more after I was busy for a while, and my hand felt really rusty.