Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 20: The Night of Litigation

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On the thirteenth lunar month, the Rong nationality’s “Feast of Worship”

According to the custom, this day is the day for the Rong people to worship the gods. From the early morning, they get up, bathe and wash, do rakes, worship the gods, go out for carnivals, hold a series of arrow wrestling activities, and reignite a lot in the evening. In the bonfires, young men and women show their talents and complain to each other.

Meng Fuyao squatted in his position, worrying about the list of invitations, and muttered, “I’m crazy! With so many invitations, I can’t get away even with a broken leg.”

“If you miss any family,” Yuan Zhaoxu, the son of Yuan Zhaoxu, sitting idly while feeding the ingots, said without raising his head, “You have to despise the noble under the rule of the great Ge Ri God The dignity of the Rong people’s people’s dignity’ has explained. If I am not mistaken, according to the Rong people’s habit, they generally use swords or blood to seek explanations.”

Meng Fuyao stared at him, “Why do I think you are gloating?”

Yuan Zhaoxuan turned his eyes and looked at her with a smile, “Is there?” He got up and stroked her cheek with his slender fingers, “I’m just a great and wise Lord of the city who is good at dealing with all dangers. Especially confident.”

Meng Fu shook his head and looked at him. He always felt that Classmate Yuan looked weird today because it was uncomfortable to be bathed by her?

Or is it uncomfortable not to take a bath without being seen by her?

From the perspective of other people’s character, the latter is more likely.

Meng Fuyao smiled wryly, pushed the invitation card, and said, “The former city lord Asina has been cut from his position by the King of Germany due to ineffective governance. They are not convinced and want to find something to embarrass me. There must be more, one fails, and the next one.”

“Binglai will block the water and cover the soil. The soldiers have come and beat them all.” She stretched her waist and stood up, her eyes brightly yelled, “I have been imitated, never surpassed. Want to make things difficult for me? Practice again!”

*************************** Since Meng Fuyao took office, the seven big heads of Yaocheng Rong nationality who have been constrained everywhere, originally planned to To make things difficult for the new city lord, the seven families all sent invitations to the city lord, asking the lord of the city to “give honor and honor, and enjoy the people”. The seven families set the time at noon, and the seven families have prepared a sumptuous holiday banquet. The front door was opened wide, and the seven families were ready to make the battle more grand and grand, and the whole world could not wait to know: they very kindly invited Lord City Lord to a banquet.

In this way, if the little white-faced city lord does not come to his family, they have reason to provoke an incident-the ‘Feast of the God’s Festival’ represents the gift of God. Once rejected, it is the greatest contempt for God.

Because there is an arrow competition show in the festival, they have already applied for weapons in advance, then they will fan the flames and arouse the anger of the whole city, even if they don’t kill the little white face, they will support the Lord Asina to return to the seat of the city. Isn’t it enough to restore Yao Chengrong to dominate the city?

Holding such a wishful plan, the head of Qijia sat firmly on the Diaoyutai. Even waiting for the city lord to come, how to express his “dignity being trampled on”, he has studied how to express his grief and indignation, and he also practiced in the mirror for a long time .

The little servants of the seven families rushed around each other, reporting news at any time. During the unity time… the city lord did not go out; at the time, the gate of the county government was closed; the city lord still did not go out!

The head of Qijia is fidgeting, and the lord’s family hasn’t gone? He’s crazy?

It’s better not to go! Wait, then!

At about noon, in the eyes of all parties with anticipation and anxiety, the gate of the county government that had been closed suddenly opened, and a team of young government officials with a hundred times more energy walked out of the gate. They each got on their horses and went to all directions in the city. go with.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the heads of the seven families simultaneously received a bronzing invitation from the county government.

The wording of the invitation is polite, saying that when young people first came to your place, you would never dare to be a grand banquet for you, you should be a junior host. Now it is the festive season, and I will be talking about preparing wine and wine in the “qianjin” building in the east of the city. Respectfully invite all the chiefs to surrender.

The invitation also expresses the respect for the Great God Gerri, saying that he hopes that the chiefs who are familiar with the great miracles must fulfill his desires, “Qianjinlou” for a while, give him this pious outsider An opportunity to learn about the noble Gereshen.

This invitation was read aloud in front of the gate by the government officials who delivered the letter before it was delivered to the big bosses. People in several streets could hear it, and the people praised the new city lord for humility and respect. The people of Rong heard that the city lord also respected the **** Ge Ri, and showed a satisfied expression. The seven big heads wanted to get some moths, but they didn’t succeed.

And the city lord is against the guest, and so kindly invites the banquet, even Gershen moved out. If they don’t go, they will be wronged.

At noon, the gate of the county government opened again. A young man in plain clothes came out with a smile. Today, he was dressed plainly, his white clothes were spotless, and his light purple belt was soft in color. The bright gaze of his flying eyebrows was like a pearl. Qualifications.

The man in the light purple robe beside him has wide shirts and large sleeves, with a romantic posture, and a mask on half of his face. His brows are still stunningly brilliant.

It is Meng Fuyao and Yuan Zhaoxu.

Meng Fuyao didn’t care about the people all over the street at all. As he walked, he quarreled with Yuan Zhao, “Hey, I’m going to drink, what do you do with you, the county office is not without you drinking.”

“I have to follow you because you are drinking,” Yuan Zhaoxu replied leisurely.

“Do you care about me so?” Meng Fuyao wrinkled his nose, “It’s okay, I’m pretty good, I won’t get drunk.”

“I’m not afraid of you getting drunk.” Yuan Zhaoxuan smiled, “I’m afraid you won’t be drunk.”

“Huh?” Meng Fuyao turned his head to look at him in amazement, is there a problem with this man’s conscience?

Yuan Zhaoxu leaned over slightly and approached her ear. The heat from his talk came over, and there was a slight itching. Meng Fuyao couldn’t help but laugh, thinking that it was on the street, and tried desperately.

“…You will take advantage of me when you get drunk. You kissed me the first time, and slept with me the second time. I really want to see what it will be like the third time…”

“Go to hell!”

Suddenly a roar of amazing lung capacity erupted on the street, and the people all over the street stared at this side and jumped.

Then saw the white-clothed boy roll on the horse like a gust of wind, the lilac-robed man smiled and followed.

The people looked at each other for a long while, showing suddenly realized eyes.

It turned out to be a broken sleeve!

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“Please, please, all the chiefs, please don’t be polite.” Meng Fuyao walked between the tables with a wine glass, his wine was dry, his smile was slick, and he stopped at a certain table from time to time and squeezed between the tables and other people. She exaggerated, “…The Xianger girl from the Maiwa Pavilion is so wow! She is soft as soft as boneless, do you like it? Don’t you like it? Oh, what a pity! The county has been thinking about buying this girl as a gift to an adult. …Oh, do you actually like it? You like it, don’t you say it earlier… I have nowhere to send her after redeeming her, and send her back to her hometown…”

“The big head man with iron ears, what’s the matter with the scar on your face? Oh, your cat is wild, ah, that’s right, big head man with ears, if you keep the cat in the backyard, if you raise more cats, you will be jealous It’s very troublesome…it’s rare that your seventeenth-room aunt has a cat in her hands, not easy, not easy…”

“Bi Li, how are you? How are you? How are you? How is your majesty? How is your majesty’s top husband? How is the second husband? How is the third husband?… “

“The Big Head Sule…”

“Mudang Big Head…”

She toasted down in a circle, her brows danced and gossiping, the seven big heads turned blue and sweaty in their vests.

How can this kid know the most secretive and least willing to be outsiders* from each family?

Meng Fuyao smiled, his eyes gleaming slyly under the shining candle, like a spirit fox running like an electricity.

Knowing these many gossip things, it is said that Zong Yue’s light has been touched. Mr. Zong is a doctor and never looks like a doctor. He is always waiting for people around him, and there are news reports at any time. There are all countries, and he does not Avoiding Meng Fuyao, and sometimes telling her to listen, Meng Fuyao took the opportunity to ask him to find out the details of this powerful man in Yao City. Zong Yue, the poisonous tongue man, was generous, and directly divided an intelligence line to her. Meng Fuyao gave it to her. The management of Yao Xun, who is good at inquiring about the news and coming out of the market, did not understand why he was even interested in the fact that his 17 young wives were jealous and his grandmother liked red apricots out of the wall, but Meng Fuyao knew these Rong leaders , Face is much more important than life.

Provoke me? I will reveal your fig leaf! I will remember even the fabric of the underwear!

The big heads are sweating and reluctantly socializing, and they have been screaming in their hearts. The new city lord is lacking in virtue. It seems that there is no shame… It is obvious that they have seen through their intentions to run him, and they are going to retaliate. Although the city owner is too young to imagine, he can even make a toilet like Geri. He even knows the three lovers of Bi Li’s grandmother, what else can’t you do?

The bosses all raised their heads, waiting for Meng Fuyao’s next trouble.

The only one who has been drinking easily is Yuan Zhaohua. He has a light smile and is reflected in the clear liquor-this girl is smashed in the red dust, covered in scorn, and does not know who caused her to harm her Of…

After three rounds of drinking, Meng Fuyao set aside his glass and cleared his throat.

The heads are tight-coming! They all put down their wine glasses subconsciously and straightened up.

“The big head of Sulei.” Once Meng Fuyao didn’t smile, the brows gave birth to a sense of hostility and contempt. No matter what the previous slick and sloppy appearance, anyone could joke, he was born with domineering and dignity. The people at the top became silent immediately.

She sat firmly in the main seat, squinting at the person she named.

The big head Slei who was named has a purple face and a pair of prismatic eyes. He has been silent since he entered the seat. He heard Meng Fuyao calling himself, slowly pressing his hand on the table, and raising his head with a “huh?”

Meng Fuyao stared at the real talker among the big heads of Yaocheng. This big head with great prestige must also be the master of this treat.

“The big head of Sulei is busy?” Meng Fuyao smiled, with a weak smile, “Did you sleep well last night?”

All the heads looked at each other. I don’t know why City Lord Meng suddenly asked such an irrelevant word, but S Lei’s expression immediately changed.

His eyes flickered, and he said carefully for a while, “Yes.”

“Well,” Meng Fuyao nodded, and said, “I heard from Lord Ashina in this county that the head Slay has insomnia, but now it seems to be better.”

S Lei was startled, he seemed to be quietly relieved, and said, “Thank you for your concern.”

“The former city lord Ashina misses you very much,” Meng Fuyao said casually, “He is in good shape today, and he will be attending the celebration later. Please ask me to bring a message to the lord Slei, please go to the lord mansion. A narration.”

She smiled and stretched out her hand, and said, “The big head, hurry over, the county is waiting for you to join the celebration.”

Sulei’s face changed and changed again, and a bleak blue color appeared between his brows, and he said carefully for a while, “Since I am waiting for Master Ashina to attend the celebration, I’d better wait for the celebration to visit the Lord. “

“Is this bad?”

“What’s wrong?” S Lei sneered arrogantly, without concealing his contempt for Meng Fuyao, “Since I can see you later, why must I run this time?” /

“Good too.” Meng Fuyao waved his hand inadvertently, and ended the topic without mind. He picked up the cup with a little drunkenness, swayed to the big head Bi Li, raised the cup and laughed. “Come… Dear chiefs, let’s have a drink for the glory and dignity of the **** Gershin!”

All the heads raised their wine glasses together with Slei, who sneered.

Meng Fuyao raised his wine glass halfway, suddenly his wrist vibrated, and there was a rapid hum, the wine glass turned into a golden light and shot out.

S Lei’s wine glass was just raised to his lips, and suddenly his eyes went black. Something rushed towards him like lightning, and quickly enlarged in his field of vision. He subconsciously wanted to hide, but it was too late, and suddenly he heard ” With a “pop”, it was as crisp as the sound of a jade being hit in half, and everything in front of me suddenly turned into a splendid blood red.

The blood red expanded infinitely and penetrated into his brain along with the sharp pain of the bone drilling. His consciousness was like being hit hard, and suddenly it spread out like stars, constantly cracking, and in the pain of that cracking, he was desperate Call it out.

“Ah!”

The roar of pain spread throughout the silent restaurant, and all the chiefs were shocked by the unpredictable thunder strike. Only Yuan Zhaoxuan still pouring himself and drinking, while Meng Fuyao did. Laughing.

Her smile is between her eyebrows and not under her eyes. The words in her smile pop out every word, sharp as a knife. “Lord S Lei, it’s not because of insomnia that you can’t sleep well at night? It’s because of careful consultation with the army. Is it too late?”

With a bang, the heads of the family looked at each other and turned into a shame–have Selei contacted the army?

Meng Fuyao has been sneered all the time, observing the expressions of the people, she actually did not find out which of the seven big heads was in collusion with the army, so when she toasted before, she deliberately tried and trembled* after talking nonsense. Inadvertently made a few innocuous jokes from Ash, others were busy revealing their nervousness for themselves*, but S Lei showed anger.

Why is he angry? Was it just out of respect, or because I knew that Ashina was dead and thought it was blasphemy?

The death of Ashina is the biggest secret in Yao City today. Except for a few people like Meng Fuyao, only the army who assassinated Ashina knows it.

So next, Meng Fuyao called individually and pretended to call the former city lord. If Sile really knew that Ashina was dead, he would doubt that the city lord’s meeting was an ambush, and he would definitely refuse. As a result, his reaction Confirmed Meng Fuyao’s suspicion.

When S Lei’s problem was determined, Meng Fuyao did not hesitate anymore and sent him a glass of wine on the road.

Yuan Zhaoxuan smiled and watched Meng Fuyao violently kill, with a thoughtful expression in his eyes, as if he was thinking of some old things, and a strange expression was revealed, then he flicked his fingertips and sent a signal.

The dark guard, who had always been lurking by his side, immediately took the order and went to Slei’s house to wait for the rabbit.

S Lei’s blood slowly spread on the floor, and the leaders of the Rong people gradually recovered from shock. Someone showed anger in their eyes and was about to rise up to speak. Meng Fuyao suddenly smiled and raised the glass again.

“Everyone,” Meng Fuyao didn’t even look at the corpses on the ground, “I will tell you the good news. The first few Japanese counties reported to the court. I, Yaocheng, and the Rong people worked diligently to manage affairs. They made a lot of contributions. Therefore, the court granted permission to cut off the tax, silver, grain and rice paid by the Rong people in Yaocheng as a “government award” for the big heads. Starting today, the big heads of the Rong nationality in Yaocheng can follow the court order, After completing the national taxation…Oh, the share of the head of Sulei, let you discuss how to divide it. I believe you will give me a satisfactory answer.”

There was a scream again. This time it was not a wave of anger, but a surge of surprise. Yaocheng is a small frontier town. The Rong people and the Han people farm together, and the Rong people in the mountains and the wild still practice the hunting clan lifestyle. It’s already different, so everyone can’t share any spoils. Life is mostly average. What kind of “government award” is now equivalent to the imperial court delegating power to collect taxes from their own clan! What’s more, there is the piece of the most powerful man Sulei!

Those thick black faces immediately lit up, and all of them were filled with excitement and longing for a moment. The lord of the city Meng Fuyao, who first gave the big stick and then the candy, looked at him calmly, with a trace of mockery in his eyes.

Only when there is interest, there will be struggle. From ancient times to the present, all those who are racing across the world are not all because of interest? Now that the seven big heads live in the city, there has never been a clear division of tribes, and the forces are intertwined with each other, plus Sley’s share, she deliberately may not be the candidate to succeed… Let’s fight! I won’t worry if you are in trouble and ruin your prestige!

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Meng Fuyao sat high on the high platform in the city’s square dedicated to celebrations, looking down at the crowd below, feeling good about himself.

She is a little drunk again-no way, Ms. Meng loves to drink, she also loves to be drunk, she must drink when she drinks, and she must be drunk when she drinks.

But if she is not too drunk today, she can still remember her identity and mission-waiting for the celebration, there will be archery riding, and she will congratulate the best young man and the most beautiful girl.

The city lord of “Ashina” had been helped by Yao Xun to meet with the people before. He was “suddenly suffering from a serious illness and was cut off from his job”, and his spirit was extremely poor. Meng Fuyao greeted him politely. , In front of the people of Yaocheng, a drama about the friendship and harmony of the city owners was staged.

While acting and secretly complimenting Yuan, this person is a great man, and a human skin mask is too real to be true, but it is a pity that he is not so true.

The “former city lord” is not in good spirits. The six heads are busy digesting the good news and calculating how to fight for their own interests. No one has paid close attention to the people on the stage, and this matter has been so lightly expressed.

Meng Fuyao is in a good mood, and she feels lucky. Yuan Zhaoxuan is really a good product for free. It is a must-have product for home travel to usurp the throne. She squinted her eyes and looked at Yuan Zhaoxuan in a fascination. But the buttocks moved out and again.

Yuan Zhao lazily leaned on the chair, looked at her with interest, and said, “My Lord Santo.”

Meng Fu shook his eyebrows and looked at him with a smile, “Master Yuan.”

“Why do I think you want to avoid me lately, consciously or unconsciously?” Yuan Zhaoxuan went straight in with an extremely casual tone, without looking at the expression on Meng Fuyao’s face, “have you transferred your love?”

“Uh…” Meng Fuyao gaped, and was a little confused about the answer for a while. After thinking for a long time, he said cruelly, “You guessed it, girl, I recently met a good man and want to marry.”

“Oh?” Yuan Zhaoxuan’s expression on his face couldn’t see the joy or anger. He looked at her close, with long eyelashes like feathers, almost brushing her smooth cheeks, “Who? Zhan Beiye? Zong Yue? Cloud marks? “

Meng Fuyao stared at him, this person shouldn’t be so scary, OK, is there anything he doesn’t know in this world? He knew the first two, but the latter, an adopted son of a certain family in the Taiyuan Kingdom, why did he know?

But this is not the key question, the key is the question that is being asked now.

“Yeah…” Meng Fuyao turned his eyes, and smiled at Yuan Zhao ripplingly, “These three are not bad, girl I am hesitating who to choose, hey, Yuan Master, give me a reference? “

“It’s not bad.” Yuan Zhaoxuan looked into her eyes without blinking, “Wang Lie Yongwu, a hero of the generation, Mr. Zong is a doctor, very suitable for you, a woman with a lot of problems, that kid from the Yun family. , It’s a bit complicated, but it’s good for you, in short, it’s all good.”

Meng Fuyao looked up at him, but for a moment he couldn’t see the expression in his deep as usual eyes. She opened her mouth and suddenly felt a bit astringent in her throat. The bitterness came into her mouth, more than the past. The wine tastes a bit bitter.

On the face, he smiled more brilliantly, so he just leaned closer and put Yuan Zhao’s arm affectionately, “I don’t see, you really planned for me?”

“If your heart is not with me, what is the use of my begging?” Yuan Zhaocuo calmly drank tea, without seeing signs of “begging”, “If I cross half of the Promise Kingdom, from it Zhou rushed to Yaocheng, but only got a few inhuman words from you. What can I do if I don’t give up?”

Meng Fuyao was speechless, staring like a dead fish, he…Is he angry?

She was stunned there, Yuan Zhaoxuan did not speak, and there was silence between the two, creating a slight sense of suffocation.

Yuan Zhaohuan flicked his fingers on the armrests. Hearing carefully, the rhythm was like a tune. He raised his jaw slightly and looked at the golden and red clouds in the sky, thinking about playing it himself many, many years ago. I’ve played a piece of music I’ve ever played, and I’ve played that piece once in my life, but I don’t know if I have a chance to play it again in the future.

He smiled slightly, but his eyes fell a little bit cold, and the jade-like texture of his eyes gave a faint coolness in his determination.

The look in his eyes made Meng Fuyao feel a little bit vacant. Don’t start talking, and suddenly heard a cheer, and then saw a dark figure standing on the horse, galloping around the field like a gallop, immediately the knight used a bow and arrows, non-stop Do all kinds of rapid shooting, front shooting, side shooting, backward shooting, turning off the horse, jumping on the horse’s head and shooting…There are many tricks and skills, no matter how tricky to shoot from a strange angle, the arrows will hit the bullseye, and everyone cheers.

All ten arrows came out, and the knight stood proudly on the horse. He turned his face and looked heroic. He was a burly boy. He raised the bow in his hand and suddenly shook it at Meng Fu.

Meng Fuyao thought that she was paying tribute to her, and the big man waved his hand with a smile.

The other party is up again.

Meng Fuyao waved again, this time he waved a little surprised, hey, too diligent, right? Also, why are the eyes underneath so strange?

The young man raised his eyebrows, snorted heavily, raised his bow high, and waved strongly at Meng Fuyao for the third time.

Meng Fu shook his hand halfway and finally realized that something was wrong…It’s not like a tribute…

Yuan Zhaoxuan suddenly said lazily beside him, “This is what the Rong people mean to challenge.”

Meng Fuyao glared at Yuan Zhaoxuan, stood up in a very unhappy mood, and said angrily, “Damn, you dare to provoke any crooked melons!”

She stepped off the stage, without even looking at the arrogant young man, she went straight into the middle of the square, and the people suddenly became excited. This young man Tiecheng is the number one sharpshooter in Yaocheng, known as the invincible shooter in the world. The people of Yao Chengrong respected him, and the people of the Rong looked at the thin Meng Fuyao with critical and contemptuous eyes-such a thin white face, who was the lord of the city only by the royal prince, and dared to take the challenge of their sharpshooter over and over!

Thinking that the little white-faced city lord was about to abandon his bow in front of their marksman and lose face, the people in the army became excited and desperately squeezed forward to insult Meng Fuyao at close range.

Tiecheng stared at Meng Fuyao, without concealing the interest and contempt in his eyes, and said loudly, “Respected Lord of the City, I have never lost since Tiecheng participated in the Festival of the Gods. If you can let me lose once , My life and soul in this life will be lost to you!”

Yah yeah, who cares about your life and soul! Meng Fuyao, with a gloomy face, ignored him and kept walking straight into the center of the crowd. Yuan Zhaohui on the stage leaned over and looked at and waved his hand to indicate that some ordinary-dressed men immediately entered the crowd and protected him at any time.

Meng Fuyao walked in front of the young man. Without a word, he raised his hand and grabbed the bow in his hand. There was the last arrow in his quiver. Meng Fuyao put the arrow on the bow and stood on the ground. Aiming.

Immediately someone began to snicker loudly–Tie Cheng moved to shoot an arrow immediately, which was hundreds of times more difficult than in-situ shooting. This weak Chinese city lord had lost just one posture.

Meng Fuyao turned a deaf ear. She was depressed and inexplicably irritable at the moment. Those sullen aura of Yongsai seemed to have turned into a sharp arrow, which blocked her heart. She sneered and slowly drew her bow. Amidst snickers and noise, aim at the bullseye.

The iron-inlaid arrow is in a straight line in the front field of vision, the tiny bull’s-eye is constantly zooming in. At the end of the straight line, Meng Fuyao’s eyes condenses, but his mind suddenly spreads slightly.

Life is like an arrow in the sky. It can be shot through wind and frost sword, and it can be shot through rumors, but it can’t shoot through the rocks of fate that lie ahead of the road.

How can God play with people like this?

Then, shoot! Shoot the hesitation, shoot away all the helplessness in life, shoot away the big boulder stuck in her chest at this moment. Some things she doesn’t allow to change, and there is someone who doesn’t allow weakness, that is, Meng Fuyao!

“Shoo!”

Arrow out!

It was an extremely fierce arrow. It was sizzling with the surrounding air flow, and the hair of the people who were close by was flying straight up, and a slender arrow turned out a violent gale!

The arrow is like the fastest streamer, and the eye can’t catch the electricity to shoot towards the bull’s-eye. The palm-sized bull’s-eye has been filled with the previous ten arrows, and there is no way to insert any more arrows, only in the center. There is half a small fingernail in the place where the baby’s fingers can go in.

Meng Fuyao’s arrow has reached this position in an instant.

“Slap”!

There was a very slight sound, the arrow had already shot into the subtle place, everyone opened their mouths, and they were about to let out an exclamation, only to see the arrow pop out suddenly.

Faulted?

Tie Cheng, who thought he could see magical archery, showed disappointment and contempt.

In the voice of everyone’s disappointment or relief, Meng Fuyao’s arrow suddenly popped after entering the center, but it did not fall as everyone thought, but suddenly retreated like lightning. “The sound.

An arrow originally inserted in the bull’s-eye was hit and split by Meng Fuyao’s arrow and fell to the ground.

“Seize, seize, seize…”

The arrow flew in and out of the bullseye as if it were alive, and the iron-made arrows fell one after another. In a blink of an eye, ten arrows disappeared in the bullseye. Meng Fu shook the arrow for the last time and went straight into the bullseye!

The third layer of “Broken Nine Heavens” exercise method, turn around!

There was a dead silence in the square, and Meng Fuyao threw his bow in the shocked silence and strode back.

There was a loud drink behind him.

“Good!”

Meng Fu shook his head without looking back.

“I like it!”

Meng Fuyao became stiff, and then comforted himself. For this guy who looked like a vulgar person, this was probably a neutral expression without any other meaning.

“I have to marry you!”

In the roar, Meng Fuyao turned his head fiercely, and cursed with his arms akimbo, “Do you have eyes, mother? I’m a man, a man!”

“They said you were a…sleeve break!”

…Uh, broken sleeve? Which world is this gossip from? Also, the heroes who are subdued in the novel are all willing to become eternal loyal subordinates. Why is this person so special?

“I won’t look for you even if my sleeve is broken!” Meng Fuyao shouted, “The defeated man is only worthy of being a subordinate!”

“Don’t be your subordinate!” Tiecheng roared louder, “I like you when I see you. You can beat me, of course, it is more worthy of me. A man who can’t get what he wants is not a real man. Man!”

“I’m not a thing!” Roar!

“It’s not something I want too!” roared back.

“I’ll say this when you win!” continued shouting.

“I will beat you. Before that, you have to promise me!”

“Bah!”

“No baah!”

……

A serious match with an arrow ended in a curse. Both the confessor and the confessor were like cockfighting, with bloodshot eyes and claws, before they almost rushed to bite their throats.

Meng Fuyao was finally defeated-she couldn’t shout anymore.

Covering her bloodshot throat, she rushed back to the high platform, running and waving, “Stop! Stop it!”

The government officer and the guard’s spear were hit to prevent Tiecheng from chasing him. Tiecheng didn’t rush to find a place closest to her and sat down on the ground, staring at her firmly.

Meng Fuyao was full of sorrow and had nowhere to complain. After thinking for a long time, it seemed that he had something to do with Yuan Zhaoxu. He couldn’t help but look at him bitterly. Yuan Zhaoxu was still drinking tea slowly, smiling and saying, “My Lord Taohua So many.”

“Can’t you just comfort me with a few words?” Meng Fuyao said in an unhappy voice, “It’s not the peach blossom I want.”

Yuan Zhaoxu raised his eyebrows, “Actually I think he has something to say very well.”

“Oh?”

“A man who can’t get what he wants is not a real man.”

Meng Fuyao was silent again immediately, cleared his throat and sat down honestly, waiting for the selection of the most beautiful girl below.

The election was not as uncontroversial as the arrow. The people who took the flowers in their eyes and were ready to vote were arguing and discussing. It was not until Meng Fuyao was lethargic that someone came up to report that it had been. The most beautiful girl was selected.

Meng Fuyao immediately looked at it with great interest. She was indeed a beautiful woman. She was slender and her eyes were dizzy. She was born with a charming style while walking. There was a bit of youthfulness and shyness in her face. The sunset glow on her face, a delicate and bright pink, is a rare beauty embryo.

This selected girl will be the goddess in tonight’s bonfire event. Outstanding men from all directions will gather, waiting for her to hold hands and achieve the most beautiful marriage.

Meng Fuyao looked at her with a smile, and heard that the best archers selected in the past festivals of the gods and the most beautiful women were married at a high rate. Also, it is an eternal practice for heroes to match beauties. Hey, this A girl Husang would definitely like Tiecheng’s stupid boy. With such a superb beauty, Tiecheng’s brawny boy would not be able to refuse. When that happens, hahaha, the clingy guy will pass away.

Meng Fuyao was happily thinking about it with wishful thinking, but didn’t notice the shy and timid eyes of Ms. Hu Sang, she always glanced at the stage seemingly.

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As night fell, a bonfire was lit in the square, and the jumping crimson flames reflected the greasy faces of the revellers. The fire was grilled with various hunted game, and from time to time there were large drops of grease. With a chirp.

The girls in the most intricate floral skirts and the bare-chested teenagers in colorful robes danced in circles. The dance steps were simple but cheerful, praising God’s grace and gifts, and praying for continued protection in the coming year.

Meng Fuyao sat on the ground next to the fire, tapped lightly, and smiled intoxicated, “The songs and dances of ethnic minorities are always simple and sincere. Because of this, they are very moving.”

Yuan Zhaoxuan hugged his knees while watching the singing and dancing, and asked lightly, “What is a minority?”

Meng Fuyao let out a “uh”, rolled his eyes and said, “It’s a minority group.”

“Fuyao, you often make strange words,” Yuan Zhaohui turned his head to look at her, “it doesn’t sound like the language of this continent.”

“I created it by myself,” Meng Fuyao said without embarrassment, “I am more intelligent and different.”

“You’ve never been like this…” Yuan Zhaoxuan’s voice was very soft, but Meng Fuyao didn’t hear him, and suddenly came in interest and said, “Do you want to learn my own dance? It’s very elegant, I think It fits your temperament…” Before finishing speaking, I suddenly heard cheers, and then saw the beautiful girl Hu Sang, holding a piece of Jinpa, approaching with a shy smile.

Meng Fuyao stared at her, wondering why something was wrong suddenly in his heart.

Ms. Hu Sang didn’t look at anyone, with a dreamlike look on her face, in the smiling and expectant eyes of everyone, she walked towards Meng Fuyao… beside her.

She smiled shyly, bowed slightly, and threw Jinpa into Yuan Zhaoxu’s arms.

The cheers started, and even the noisy flames trembled in an instant. Girl Hu Sang stretched out her hand to hold Yuan Zhaoxuan with a shy and happy smile.

Her fingers stretched out in front of Yuan Zhaoxuan, the roots of which were as sparkling as jade.

Meng Fuyao stared at that finger, only to feel that his throat was dry, and he swallowed with a grumble.

She subconsciously scanned Yuan Zhaohui’s face, and the brows exposed outside the mask were still calm, without surprise or shock, even with a slight smile.

Before the fire, under the moonlight and starlight, the beautiful men and women who looked at each other were really a beautiful picture. The cheers from all sides gradually calmed down, and people were a little fascinated by the beautiful people.

Meng Fuyao turned his eyes away by mistake, not to look at Yuan Zhaoxuan nor the Jinpa. She knew that as long as Yuan Zhaoxuan accepted the Jinpa at this moment, he would stand up and dance with the beautiful lady’s jade hand. The marriage is done.

This… is also good, right?

Meng Fuyao sat there, hot and cold, her fingers trembling, and a bold and crazy idea suddenly emerged from the chaotic thoughts in her brain. She faintly resisted this idea, but it was always like a devil. The enchantment is entangled.

If he accepts… If he accepts…

Besides, Yuan Zhaoxuan slowly swept across the girl’s fingertips. The fingers seemed to have been stretched for too long, but he was still shy but maintained that position firmly, as if as long as Yuan Zhaoxuan did not respond, he would Keep waiting.

The girl has shown a slight embarrassment, her face is reddened by the fire or something, she is intoxicated, her eyes are slightly lowered, and there is some light in her eyes, glittering, it is the tears filled with the long wait In such a watery sight, she looked at Yuan Zhaoxuan almost obsessively, this godlike man with noble and elegant temperament, she believed that she would not be wrong.

Yuan Zhaoxuan finally moved, but instead of taking the hand, he slowly picked up the Jinpa. Everyone stared at his hand nervously, wondering whether he took the Jinpa or Throw it away.

A hand stretched out suddenly.

One person said clearly and crisply:

“Hey, what a beautiful girl, my elder brother will like it, brother, don’t be shy, brother, I know what you mean, come, take it.”

Of course, it was Meng Fuyao who spoke. She grabbed the Jinpa with a careless grin, and thrust it into Yuan Zhaoxu’s arms without even looking.

With thunderous cheers, Ms. Hu Sang immediately shot out ecstasy light.

Yuan Zhaoxuan’s body trembled, and this man who had been still in deep water finally had the first act of not being calm since he met–he suddenly turned his head and looked directly at Meng Fuyao.