Nightwatcher

"Female thief" in the night jacket is vigilant, the head is low, the waist is bent, and it is drilled into the dark hole.

"call!"

In the dark, she shouted, the Mars slammed, and a clustered flaming is static.

The fire zone exudes orange halo, dispelled the darkness around, she lifted the fire, the amount of eyes, the traces of artificial excision were very obvious.

Black woman is free hand to explore the waist, there is a short blade.

The short-blade slows down the sheath, did not stop any sound, fireless halo as bright blade, showing a paint black, swallowing light.

This is called the weapon, which is the main material for the tip of Xuan Tie and Mo-Male. It is one month of renewal for a month. It is one of the most proud works of Song Qing. . .

In addition, the great array of Master Yang Xian fantasy, personally encompassed by the ink, let it become one of the top cracks under the peerless gods.

The ink teeth have a triple array. The first heavy edge blade makes it more sharp, cutting iron, and the second weight, enhance its toughness, even if the four products Wufu, it can not be easily damaged; the third is short distance Transient movement, there is no trace, it is very suitable for close attack.

The black woman lifted fire, with a fire, holding the ink teeth, slowly.

Along the way, she did not encounter ambush, the routing of the road cave is not long, not always, the end is a stone room.

The furnished furnace in this stone is very simple, the center is similar to a grinding disc, the diameter is about two feet, the stone disc burns the twisted rune, dense. A oil bowl is set on the stone wall.

In addition, there is no matter.

The black woman is very cautious, and then walking around the wall, checks each oil bowl, the bowl falls in the bowl, the wick is dry, and no one will add oil for them.

Each oil bowl can be easily picked up, there is no organ. Tap the wall, came from heavy echo, which proves that there is no coincidence in the wall, there is no organ.

After checking a circle, the black woman is close to the stone pan, she is extremely vigilant, and highly vigilant.

After a quarter, the fire is burned, and she has brought the other fire.

"Pingyuan Barford is the house of the royal family, the royal building is strict, which must be the best place to pick the feng shui. What is better than the location of the dragon pulse? So this provides the possibility of the potential transmission .

"Li Miaozhen said that the law of the murder is difficult, there is no possibility of Ping Long and Huai Wang's impression controlled this secret law, so this stone disk is the mobody to transfer, it needs special way to start After starting, it will pass to the corresponding place. Where is the place? Some of the palace?

"Hengyuan's first angry, broke into the house, Pingyuan Bo definitely thought of escaping this authentic, through the transfer fleeing. But he did not succeed, maybe I have been killed by Hengyuan .... ...

"But Hengyuan is not known to other things, it is impossible to rely on a midway to think about too much, and it is very normal to build a secretway on the aristocratic government. But in ........ In the eyes, this is a huge flaw, so Hengyuan must die.

"So far, my speculation is verified, there is no leak. I don't know if Xu Qi'an is not thinking, still temporarily ignoring. I always feel more, for example, why is your Majesty to collect a group of people regularly, he What do you do with those innocent people? "

Black woman is caught in contemplation.

After a long time, she sighed, converges his thoughts, stares at the stone pan, and silently remembers that all details, accurately imprintted in my mind.

Then she holds the fire, and the foot will leave the room.

...........

June 18, Liqiu!

After three sacrifices, I finally ushered in the day of the big army.

This day, the morning, Wei Yuan led the generals, riding a horse, starting from the main road of Huangcheng, went to the military military military army outside the capital.

"Calling the city" is an indispensable process. It has always been a national event. It must be shocked by the city and will be wide.

In the team of vast people, Wei Yuan is in the forehead, he is still a green dress, two white whitening, confrontation.

As in the same year.

The two sides of the main road were full of people. After so long publicity, preheating, the people had already accepted this matter, silently viewed the team.

In the crowd, a white old man fixedly gained the green clothes, suddenly the tears, cried.

"Hey, what do you cry?"

The old man asked by the old man.

"Wei Gong, Wei Gong finally led the soldiers ........."

The old man tightly grasped his son's hand, and the joy is intertwined: "When he gone in the year, he followed the mountain customs to Wei Gong. It was also back with him. One shocking twenty-one years, Wei Gong is still like this year, just The hornedes and white. At the time, I remember that I was standing at the city, personally got drum, and sent it to Wei Gong. "

Your Majesty ......... The young son is widened, and a face does not believe.

Many older people saw a scene of the Qingyi Confucian team, and they have remembered the battle of the mountains of the year.

I remembered that there was a military god and I remembered the Tsing Yi Confucian that was caught in the past.

Especially for the elderly who have been involved in the army again, I saw the scene of Wei Qingyi's leader, or shed tears, or excited with excitement, or sorrow.

"Wei Gong, Wei Gong ........"

"Twenty years, 20 years, finally saw Wei Gong led the soldiers."

"For so many years, I will soon forget the scenery of Wei Gong led the thousands of Massi Masters. After the battle of He Shanhaoxia, you can hidden in the championship, you can know how painful in the year ... .. "

Young people are hard to understand the feelings of older generations, it is difficult to understand that Tsing Yi, there are many radiance in the past.

Street side, responsible for maintaining public security Xu Pingzhi, waist and long knife, staring at the heart, suddenly a dream.

"Hundreds of people, you also hit the battle between the mountain customs, Wei Gong, really?"

A young Royal knife is whisper.

"For the people of our generation, Wei Gong is, the military is there. He is the person who is willing to die," Xu Pingzhi sighed:

"The young people in this generation are hard to understand us. However, you will experience it later. Well, wait for the Witch to teach."

"I heard that when the Mountain Customs became the battle, he personally lied in the head of the city?" Asked another Royal knife.

"Shanhaiguan battle, there is a difference between the country, nature is different. This time, I can't see it." Xu Pingzhi regret.

After Wei Yuan, Jiang Li was secondary, and heard the elderly from Wei Qingyi, heard the discussion of the street people, could not help but think of the year.

When the Customs of the Shanhaoxia, the big army of the country was invested in the war. The lighter was standing in the city head and drums.

If you can send it again, how good is it!

Their elderly in the year, I thought I was sincere.

It's just that Your Majesty is not the Mingjun of the year. At that time, the Yuanjing Emperor, the implied god, diligent, a sinking of the emperor.

Now, , illegal, inert, for many years.

It's a good thing for people.

On the head of the city, the civil servant headed by Wang Liwen, who was headed by several princes, as well as the prince's presence, the first word of the city, silently watching the end of the spacious main trip below, slowly came.

"I want to go to the city, and I will send it to the city, and I will give it up and down in Beijing." Wang Yuwen said.

Experienced the old ministers of the Mountain Customs, slightly.

"I said why there is no one to kill the drums, it turns out that no one is qualified." The Ministry of the Ministry of War stood.

Twenty years ago, he was not a Beijing official and worked in the field.

I heard the words, the prince, the four emperors and others, the eyes were slightly hot, and if they can follow the father of the father, they will take the head.

However, most of the rooms just think about it, do not dare to do this.

On-site, only two people, one is the East Palace, one is the quarter of the queen.

The Prince is around, wearing the fire red palace dress, , imagine the deputy picture, some time is somewhat idling:

"The father of the father, must be unparalleled."

I really want to see the scene of the father of the father.

Huaqing is also exposed a little expectation, what is the attention of all, light?

The champion of the gold medal is riding a horses, and the poem is also calculated. At this time, Wei Yuan calculates, and the father wears the dragon robe Dengcheng head, for the Wanjun drum, it is also one.

The prince and the four emperors are some.

"Since the father can't come, the palace is personally, the army is in the middle of the army, can you do anything?"

He knows that there will be certain , but this kind of thing is not a taboo, even if the father knows, the top is not happy. And he canbo to great reputation.

After weighing, the Prince is a little jumper.

The four emperors frowned, they are going to refute, listen to Huaqing emotion: "Four brothers, your qualifications are not enough."

Four emperor angry voice: "Who is eligible?"

To put it, the four emperors are in the emperor, and they are quite outstanding. He is a seven-year-old military.

Huaqing shake his head and didn't answer.

"Prince His Temple!"

Wang Liwen stopped and blocked the passengers to the drums of the drums.

"In terms of identity, you can't do this, you will be unhappy. In terms of fame, you miss some eligibility. In Wei Yuan, you still lack some qualifications."

The prince frowned: "That is in the first couple, who is eligible?"

Wang Yuwen passed his shoulders and looked at the stairs and laughed: "It's eligible to come."

Huo Ran returned, I saw a young man, the waist is long, and his step is very slow, the guards of the two sides are like the enemy, and they are trembling, trying to pull the knife, but I can't pull it out.

In the beauty of Huaiqing and Lin'an, there is no peek flashing.

Xu Qi'an! "

Some people bite the opening of the teeth.

Xu Qi'an ignored, only nodded from Wang Yanwen, and the sleeve is straight to the drum.

The four emperors have been moving, keeping silence.

The Prince gaked his sharp staring at him, he was in front of him, stopping the road.

"Prince's brother, you will make the road." Linan elbow pushed him.

In terms of identity, he doesn't have to use the father of the father. In terms of reputation, the capital of the capital cheered. In Wei Yuan, he is too qualified ......... The prince is slight, go to the side.

Xu Qi'an took a drumstick and tried to drive.

...........

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

"Hey ........"

The city is coming, first is a dull remark, followed by two, and then the drum is intensive, and a sound echo is in the sky.

Including Weiyuan, everyone or looks up, or standing, looking to the wall.

Above the wall, some people are drums!

"Look, it is a silver tone!"

In the crowd, the surprise shouts came.

"Yes Xu Yin is in the drum."

"Xu Yong Gong is sending the army to the army."

The people's emotions suddenly rose, shouting loudly, enthusiasm.

When Lin'an, he looked at the low people, and when he saw Xu Qi'an's back, she laughed and pure.

Huaqing's mouth is tall and tight.

Jiang Zhishen is squinting, looking at the young figure on the city wall, listening to the excitement of the people, inexplicably somewhat embarrassing.

At that time, the dragons were in the city, and the people in the city cheered.

In the twenty years, I changed the instant, and the people who drums changed. The people still cheered.

They were silent for a moment, suddenly exposed a smile from the heart.

Wei Yuan looked up and stared at the young people in the city, and contained the vicissitudes of his eyes and flashed.

Twenty years ago, I have Weiyuan, and I have Xu Qi in twenty years.

well!

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PS: Wei Yuan and Queen's story, I will definitely be explained later, don't worry, a little patience. The story of a book is slow, and it is suitable for the appropriate plays. It is impossible to throw all things at once.