Dandere General and his Lord

Jinwui Shen, the sky is getting late.

The schools trained in the soldiers gradually beat it.

There is only a black figure, and it is still trying to change in the corner. I don't know how to practice a mixed iron point steel gun. It doesn't seem to have a rest.

Yu Dunhuang and several sergeant officials have lived in the campus at night, Yu Dunfeng shouted: "Bridge, still don't rest?"

Moqiao hit the guns, kneeling, the middle: "See Yu General. Virtue still wants to practice more."

His forehead is full of sweat, such as rain. But his eyes burns, spirit is hunting, and it is not tired.

Yu Dunfeng divided two white-faced steamed breads from his bowl, put in ink bridge, "diligent is a good thing, but don't be too tired, eat some things, one mature."

Moqiao is holding food, respectfully bowing his head.

I took a distance from the scholarous officials around Yu Dun, "The Mo Bridge was really crazy. Every day, he saw him to the campus. From the day, he started to practice until the moon."

Another person's call: "It is a slave, how can it be practiced, do you still want to be a general?"

"This slave didn't know that the sky is thick. He saw Yu General dared to volve, only worshipd things."

"You don't know, this is the main bureaucracy. The main government is very pet to him. He also eliminates the volts before the main company."

Yu Dunfeng said: "Although this person is low, it is true, it is also brave and good in the battlefield, and there is no such thing as it is so desirable."

Everyone slammed his mouth and no longer talk.

Yu Dunfeng looked back and looked at the figure that was hard to practice in Yanyang. I thought about it. I was so tough, it was a model of the soldiers in our army. Unfortunately, he was just a slave. I said that you also listen. Go in.

The sky is gradually darker.

The ink bridge leads his dinner and returns to your house.

Today, he has a house that belongs to his own house in the outer house of the city.

Although the house is not large, it is clean. A comfortable bed is placed in a warm bed.

There is a wardrobe in the corner of the room, and there are several sets of comfortable and wearing clothes, and there is even a lock box that can be stored some privacy.

The window is placed in a simple table and chairs. On the desktop, a set of leaders gave him a "Wu Jing Seven Book", which has been rolled up.

Everything makes the ink bridge are full of happiness and satisfaction. If you want to say the only deficiencies, it is far from the inner court living in the owner, and you can't always see the friend's kindness.

Yesterday's dinner and today's food, he didn't touch it, it was on the table.

He put these together with the new dinner, plus Yu Dunfeng gave a white-faced bun, together in a cloth bag, and put it in the bag, put all his injury bandages.

The ink bridge touched his hungry belly, thinking about it, from a small piece of a small piece, put it in his mouth.

It's really useless. I used to stay in two or three days. I am hungry today when I am so hungry.

Don't tighten, just eat tomorrow morning. These still bring it to Aichi.

Taking advantage of night, Moqiao is going to the prestigious hall of Winbei.

Yesterday, when Warbei Hou Huayu took into the city, Moqiao saw A Feng's figure in the accompanying person.

A Feng hurts in the battlefield, and the status does not seem to be very good.

Weibei Houhuayu is straight and its accompanying personnel, the fertiles of the fertiles are within a magnificent house.

Mochi born with a broken silver, knocking on the side door of the home.

The guard guards him, receiving his benefits, and then call a slave to take the ink bridge to the inverted house.

That is a small compartment, except for a decayed bed, a tattered felt blades do not have anything. A brown blood is left on the floor, and there is no one in the house.

Mo Bridge looked at this room and recalling himself to struggle in the mud. Obviously there is only one month, it seems that it is already a long time.

The slaves under the sky are so many, I am fortunate, I can get it in the sky, I met the owner.

He silently sighed, put the food and medicines on the bed and planned.

"What are you doing?"

A cold sound is rang outside the door.

A Phoenix is ​​covered with clothes, holding the door frame, leaning on the door.

Cold and cold moonlight, taken extra pale on his face without blood.

He walked into the house, pushed the ink bridge, looked at the things on the bed, cold ice: "Since I found a good owner, I also returned to this place to do anything."

A Feng's personality is coming, Moqiao lives the coldness of his ridiculousness, but according to his shoulders, let him sit in bed and open the medicine bottle for him.

In the past few years, every time I escape from the battlefield, I barely earn my life, I will pull one with each other.

Although it is active, everyone still expects to live a little longer.

Mo Bridge remembers that he first on the battlefield is that the A Phoeni who was already veteran was back. At that time, they didn't have medicine, A Phoenix pulled down the clothes, barely stop the huge wounds of his abdomen bleeding.

Ayun was seriously injured for the first time, and he was brought back by himself.

Today, Ayun is no longer there.

Many familiar faces have disappeared.

The life of slaves, and the ant ants are generally worthless. But each of them is clearly so fresh life, and it has been so tenacious desire to live.

A Phoenix faded up, sitting back to the ink bridge.

"Bridge, although I met a good owner. But you must not forget, we are always a slave." His cold voice sounded.

"Slave is just a toy, a property, since he is better to you, you are just a precious toy." When you can't see the expression, Afeng's voice seems to be soft, "as long as Some people have a price, as the master, he can give up you at any time, and sell you. I used to ... "

A Phoenix closed his mouth. No continued.

He once had more than one name, there is a surname, a owner's surname.

He closed his eyes, and the ear didn't seem to sound the owner of the once called his voice: "Chu Feng, Chu Feng, come here."

That a long time ago, the owner is a young branch of the family, which is both gentle, and confrontational. So gentlely treated Xiao Feng from the slavery to be bought back, giving him a sweet food to put on the clean clothing. No matter what you do, you will take him with him.

"You are like my brother, you are also surnamed well, from today, you are called Chu Feng."

I have to give a lifetime to the owner, Xiaofeng has convinced his vows.

Until the gathering of the nobles.

"Your slave is not bad, sell it to me, one ingot gold? Not enough? Add a ingot?" A few Chinese-handed aristocratic men stand in front of his owner.

The glare gold, a ingot is added. The owner finally fell to the head.

Regardless of how he cry, pray, it will not help.

The owner is holding gold.

His body and heart are all under that time, it is thoroughly broken from the inside.

A Feng woke up from the dark memories, he closed his eyes, "In short, don't believe the owner, don't pay your own heart. Otherwise, there is only more embarrassing you."

The ink bridge has grown.

He remembered his first master Wu Xue Li. The owner teaches him to study, teach him literacy, and is also a good master. But just because a small mistake, I don't listen to him, and quickly sell him quickly.

Mo Bridge is said in the heart:

But now, I am deeply gorgeous by the owner, no matter what the owner wants me, as long as I have, I am willing to hold my hands, as for the consequences of it, and I can't take care.

A Phoenix's left shoulders have an arrow, and the arrow is broken, but the arrow is embedded in the body and has not been taken.

Moqiao packed a wine in the wound and took a knife with a knife, and said: "To endure!"

The knife tip is picking up, one with the iron arrow with blood, and it fell on the ground.

A Phoenix is ​​soft and fell down.

Moqiao lives to catch him in a coma. Together, he wozzged the wound and helped him lie down.

Looking at the A Phoenix of the past, the Mo Bridge silently sighed. But he is not the slave here, and it is inconvenient to stay here for too long.

He left food and medicines and rushed to the original road.

When he arrived at the corner door, he heard the sound of his pierced sound after he heard him.

"Let me see who this is? Is this not a bridge? What happened, Jin Yue Hou is not good, and I still want to come back to see your older, I."

Huayu took a big belly and took a group of servants and shouted in Moqiao.

Mo Bridge is rich in life, "the slaves should die, because visiting old friends, even disturbed Hou Ye, please also ask Hou Yue for sin."

"Hey, you and I am also a servant. You don't have to be so polite." Huayu directly put the ink bridge, giving him up and down, "Sure enough, there are friends, when you are here, you don't look at it. I don't know how to moisturize Jin Yue, so that you like this. "

The ink bridge is not included in the retreat.

Huayu touched his beard, smiled and said: "Do you want to return to the old husband here? For you, the old man can consider retreat the yellow horse back."

The ink bridge fork hand, "Please ask Hou Yue forgive, the owner of the slaves, there is still something to pay, and no longer delay. Please have to go back."

When he finished, the two steps crossed the corner door, expanded the body, and several landing, quickly disappearing between the night.

Huayu directly looked at the fading figure, Shen Xia, "Hey, Jin Yue Hou Zhang Zhang Ji will, so today people have to bow on the roof. Now even the old slaves, there is so no old husband ceremony."

......

Cheng Chi leaf on the trail of the city main house, and discussing the refugee in the winter, the refugee in the middle of the city.

The trees on the side of the wall have a slight burst of sound.

The guards immediately looked: "Who?"

The wall falls into a person, and the man is sinned.

It is ink bridge.

Cheng Qianhui went forward, touch the head of the volley on the ground: "How is the bridge, so late, I have a panicked to come to me."

Mochi raised his head and saw the smile in this world.

He didn't know that the fear of his heart was exported.

Cheng Chi-leaf is crying, she also hits the ink bridge, waving and Xiao Wei.

In the public, pull her "male pet" hand, take the moonlight slowly walking.

The wind is faintly about about about the voice of the Lord.

"It's really stupid, don't say a horse, even if a city, I will not be willing to change you."

"Hey, are you hungry? Don't you eat in the military camp? Go, I will take you to eat."