Sha Po Lang

That was probably the most memorable pain of his life. Gu Xiao said it here, he didn't want to say it again. However, it could be that those words had been in his heart for many years, and he couldn't help it for a moment.

“Beijiang is really bitter, just after the war, there are wounded soldiers everywhere, every day Huangsha sunset, you can't even drink hot tea under the princess's account, how can you be a young master in Beijing? As soon as I tried to go back alive, the old master refused to do it, and I was annoyed, he took me to the walking room. Every day the soldiers of the Xuan Iron Battalion practiced, I had to practice martial arts beside him, a little lazy, and he hit me in front of the Iron Titans. ”

The old master calculates his son's temper, taunting and being delicate, but in front of everyone, this little thing will never cry and embarrass himself, even if no one's thighs are tall yet.

Long heel rests on him, his chin rests on Gu Zheng's shoulder, and his ear is stuck to his root: “If I were twenty years old, I would pick you up and steal you and put you up in the embroidery bush. ”

Gu Zheng imagined the scene. He couldn't help but cry.

In fact, Zhong Ming Ding Ding House, since three generations and there have been many losers, children of such origin as Gu Qiu, are the only ones. If he really let him grow up in the capital, he might have to be naughty when he grew up. It is necessary to have such a harsh father as the old master to go down to repair him, so that Xuan Tie camp will not be succeeded by anyone.

It's just that nobody thought that the price of talent was too high.

“Uncle Wang said that when you came back from Beijiang, your temper changed. If you don't love to see people, nobody cares.” Long paused, pulled his hand and wrote, "Do you hate the Emperor? ”

Gu Junton suddenly wanted to touch the bottle between his waists. He reached out and remembered. He had decided to quit drinking and the bottle was long gone.

Gu chuckled his lips: “I don't hate it... pour me a cup of tea. ”

Long G almost thought he heard wrong.

As soon as the siege was resolved, Gu Zheng was too wounded to climb up. When he opened his mouth, he was still dying to drink. Why did he go to the west to fight a war? Do you know how to feed him?

Though the drunk had always had a slight word for it, he was not surprised to see him suddenly turning, but “chirping” in his heart. He stood up and made Gu Zheng a cup of spring tea. Once again, he was uncomfortably suspicious and suspicious of ghosts. He held his wrist in silence. He only hated his inexperienced craftsmanship. He could not make a name for himself.

Despite the inconvenience in his ears and eyes, Gu Zheng felt his nervousness and immediately reacted, realizing that he had revealed his horses and feet - he was too sensitive. If a person continued to suffer from bad marks, he might as well go down. The person who followed him around had become accustomed to cleaning up. Instead, his sudden turning without warning would make people uncomfortable.

So Gu Zheng drank the tea and licked his lips. “I don't know where the bottle left off. Do you have any more homemade wine from Shen Lao last time? ”

This sounds more like Gu Zheng's style. After half a day of noise, he was thirsty and a little relieved. He refused. “No, let's have some tea. ”

Gu Xianzhen half falsely “chuckled”, then he was given a piece of something, a sticky rice sticky sweet smell into his nose, Gu Jianzhen leaned back: “What is it? I don't want... um...”

He was fed long grams in his mouth.

Gu Zheng's eyebrows were wrinkled together. He was naturally not fond of sweet food. He was choked enough by the long egg and the tea, but he didn't spit it out. Like the egg noodle with half an egg shell many years ago, he ate it and chewed out a little too sweet bitterness from the excessively sweet bean sand filling.

He suddenly got a little nervous, and he felt that the fatigue was not normal, so he heard that the sudden, tight suspicion when he wasn't drinking was not normal ——

Extremely sad and overwhelming, because they are too divine to last, usually only for a short while, and then either turn to numbness chaos, or the parties themselves distract themselves and dilute these emotions instinctively to protect themselves.

Gu Zhengzheng said: “Give me the glass. ”

“No,” Long G. wrapped around him from his side in an imprisoned posture and asked relentlessly, "Why not hate? ”

His final questioning was enthusiastic and indifferent. He was eager to break the casserole and ask for an answer from him, "Hate” and “Don't hate”, as if Gu Ying were just admitting a “hate” and he was going to do something about it.

Apathy was as if he had forgotten that this "first emperor” was his own father. By the way, he was as careless as a street cat and dog.

Gu Zheng's heart was silent for a moment. "What about you? Do you still hate Hooger? ”

Long G didn't expect him to throw his words back, winking a little unexpectedly - if Gu could see clearly at this point, he would find his eyes blushing and his pupils still shadowing.

"If she were still in front of me, I would have stripped her of her skin and cramped her, but she had no place to bury herself. Even if I wanted to dig her up, there was nothing I could do to find her. Hating her would not solve it. Instead, it would speed up poisoning as she wanted, wouldn't it? ”

This is by no means his true words. He can be heard even if his heart is bigger and deaf.

Gu Zheng was about to speak and suddenly felt a shock from the person who depended on him - the kind of shock that was suddenly interrupted when he was focused.

There was a slight breeze behind me, and someone seemed to knock on the door of the study.

Gu Jiao overstepped and asked: "Uncle Wang or Old Huo? ”

The old housekeeper at the door raised his voice and shouted: "Master Hou, it's me, someone from the Spiritual Privy Council is looking for His Majesty the Goose King! ”

His eyes shrunk back. At first glance, it was as if he had been stimulated by strong light. He unconsciously let go of Gu Qiang and revealed a little “rude to touch” restraint as usual. He was half-hearted and remembered something. His face blinked.

Gu Zheng pretended not to notice: “Go ahead, I haven't had a proper meal in days, go find something to eat, you just stuffed me with something I don't know... choke straight acid water in my stomach. ”

Chang Gu first stunned, then slapped himself on the forehead, rubbing his eyebrows angrily: “I... that... I really..."

He stood up “Teng" and said, “I'll ask the kitchen to make you some digestion first. ”

"'Yes,' said Uncle Wang. ”

After walking to the door of the study in a breath, he remembered something. He touched himself, and from his arms, he touched the glass mirror of Gu Qiang, and turned it back to him. The metal chain and outer frame were warmed by him. Long G scrubbed the lens carefully and placed it on Gu Zheng's nose beam. His eyes flowed on his face for a long time. Suddenly he whispered: "Zi Zheng, I feel like I'm dreaming. ”

Gu Zheng was nagged by his gods and tortured at noon. He was very angry to hear the words. He wanted to slap you to see if you hurt.

Who knows what time it is to say? He took a slight pause and went straight back. He laughed a little bitterly. "I haven't had such a good dream since I grew up. I wish I couldn't wake up. ”

Gu Xiao: “...”

He was normal, Gu Zheng couldn't bear to be harsh at once. He felt like he had to talk to God a few more times. He had to look smooth and steady without discerning his anger and wave his hands to get rid of him.

In the early summer of Long 'an in the eighth year, Commander Gu had been committing a crime for too long, but the national transport of the great beam seemed to begin to recover slowly after falling to the bottom of the valley. After a long long long long winter, piecemeal sprouts began to emerge beneath the infinite snow.

In the summer, first, the tranquillity of the Hou Rapid Knife cut off the chaos of the western kingdom, signed the "Silk Road New Testament”, and the Xuan Iron Camp escorted the purple gold from the western realm to Beijing.

So far, under the Chu song on all sides of the beam, an opening finally broke out.

Shen Yi and others had just arrived, and the Spirit Privy Council sent out good news.

At last, there was a new breakthrough in Gu Zheng's original large iron bow, which could not be promoted in the army. Goh Chen, the master genius from the slaughterhouse, designed a brand new gold box, extremely lightweight, can be mounted on the bow and arrow, perfectly controlled by manpower.

The weight of the iron bow strings, which could not be pulled apart by non-extinct masters, has been reduced by more than half. The white rainbow iron arrows can be struck without effort by the hands. The accuracy is extremely high, the iron arrows are heavy and are not susceptible to the wind. Once the bows are massively driven out, the white rainbow will be extinct from the Great Leung Army, and the iron arrows can be added to the lighter system, and the characteristic iron arrows can be fired for second acceleration in the air, and can even explode in enemy warfare, with great power.

At the end of June, the battle situation between the north and the south was temporarily stabilized in the face of the growing contradiction between Tiger Sight and Western countries in the Xuan Iron Camp. The beam was given a breathing opportunity, and we all knew that at this time, the priority was to secure the hearts and minds of the people, especially to settle the displaced persons in exile from various parts of the war.

But how to rest, how to settle?

It is impossible to reschedule the estate for these displaced people. No master of Qingtian has such a high wind festival that he will give up his home to others.

The Military Aircraft Department organized several Great Dynasty Congresses to convene a group of people to discuss, and never discussed one. So it only collected a bunch of bad ideas. What kind of organization organized the displaced people to open the desert? Emperor Lung An jumped like a thunderbolt to accuse the dry dynasty of vegetarian food: “Why don't you say to exile the displaced people to the East China Sea to imitate Jingwei? ”

Suddenly, Prince Goose took the lead in silence and did not make a statement. Six ministries and local officials pushed each other. When the court quarreled and made a scene, Dowan came out to court with his thirteen giants in the north and south of the sea, claiming that they were willing to follow the example of Westerners, set up private factories everywhere, and gather the Quartet's displaced people for production.

As a result, there was little need. At that time, the plot of land confiscated by the illegal corrupt officials who had arranged for displaced persons to be brought to justice was sufficient. They also intended to convene a group of civilian long-armed teachers to transform a series of civilian lighters using the farming puppets of Jiangnan as a blueprint.

With the issuance of the second batch of Feng Feng Tickets, a dark stream of power gradually accumulated in the middle. When they stumbled, at first glance they were completely factionless, but at this time they began to push the matter secretly and without showing any signs of water: Emperor Shang Lung An, gave these earliest folk traders who stood up to carry the tickets some concessions, for example, they could go directly to the military aircraft, ask the Emperor himself for special approval, and then, in the case of guaranteeing military use, allow them to buy a certain amount of purple gold each year.

This fold was first presented by the Ministry of Labor. The Ministry of Labor Sang Shu Meng is a Cold Gate Master from Han Lin. In the fold, he said: This is an arrow and three carvings plan, both to solve the troubles of the displaced people everywhere and to show that the court will not fail the successful people. The silver and silver proceeds sold to these giant Jia's purple gold can be added to the military preparations.

This stone provoked a thousand waves, and this time, in the acute sense of smell, someone finally returned to God.

It had been a long time since Gu Zheng had the privilege of listening to the grand sight of what a sword draw crossbow would be, hearing him stare, feeling that the place was more dangerous than the front-line position of a rifle arrow.

Thirteen giant Jia a a fold, the backlog of contradictions between the samurai and the show behind the Cold Gate suddenly escalated, at this time the long-headed people have discovered the official and commercial collusion of the dark box transaction, the smell is more acute, but the realization that this emerging force is difficult to resist the future will shake the fundamentals of the samurai, a thin West Mountain of crisis quietly emerged.

In the dynasty, the Chamber of Families and Commerce sent accusations against the world's "partisan camp, evil country afflicts the people”, “standing and talking does not hurt my back”, and furthermore, the thunderous jump pointed at each other's nose and yelled, "You have an idea, let the displaced settle in your house."

Several large families roughly argued, "How can the merchants of Jia go to the Hall of Elegance?", "How can the heavy weapon of the purple blond kingdom flow into private hands?” Finally, simply "I don't know how many adults accept the geometry of bribery and wear a pair of pants with these pickers”.

Then a platoon of generals met each other in silence, watched the walls together, and then ran out from the military plane to you one word and I said, "Dirt."

Gu Xiao looked up at Emperor Lung An and thought that Li Feng was really old. However, in his thirties, he had been born all over the world. At that moment, Gu Xiao suddenly thought: “If the city would break, he would be nailed to death by a flowing arrow on the red head, wouldn't it be a good thing for him? ”

Li Feng seemed to feel something. He just looked up and ran into Gu Xiao's gaze.

After this day, Gu Feng was left in the palace. Before the war, the two men turned upside down. After that, the horses kept fighting around. There was hardly any more chance to get along in private. This time, we grew up together again to chat about menstruation. Almost instantly, Li Feng left Gu Feng a momentary impulse. He really walked in the royal garden together and found nothing to say. It was embarrassing.

At this time, the Prince dropped out of school and came to say hello.

Li Feng was not very obsessed with the rear palace, his children were not rich, the prince had just reached the age of eight, he had not yet begun to grow a son. He was a little childish. He met Li Feng with a bit of restraint and behaved in a courtesy: “Father. ”

Then he looked carefully at Gu Zheng, a little eager to talk to him, and didn't know who he was.

Gu Jiao smiled at him: “See His Royal Highness the Prince. ”

The prince was surprised, the little boy loved to hear the story of the big hero. At this time, he was excited to see the real person. On the one hand, he also had to barely maintain the prince's virtue in front of his father. His face rose red, and he kowtowed to him: “General Gu, Gu! No... that... uncle doesn't have to be polite. Lonely... I have also learned the words of Uncle Wang. ”

Gu Zheng's colour is a little strange: “... Your Highness is too kind. ”

The words ”uncle" struck him in the heart and made him feel like he had a two-foot beard.

On that day, Li Feng withdrew four times, leaving only the prince with him. No one knew what he had talked to Gu Xiao. The palace people only knew that the young prince seemed to be very attached to Ping Hou, and had been haunted by his refusal to leave. Finally, he fell asleep on Gu Xiao's shoulder and was personally sent back to the East Palace by Ping Hou.

At the time of his departure, Emperor Long 'an deliberately instructed Gu Zheng, if he had the skills, to come to the palace often to see, also point to the Prince.

Previously, the Emperor flipped his face with the Hou of Peace, and the military centrifugation seemed to be a deliberately forgotten ripple.

At this time, looking at Yamae in the south building, Jiang Zhong hurriedly arrived and took a secret letter out of his sleeve and handed it to Changg Gg: “Your Highness, look at this, we are heading towards the middle root unstable, this time may be a bit too fast. ”

It was a folding book, Jiang Zheng depressed the low voice: “It came out of the great inland, after the next dynasty, several large families passed the fold to the emperor through the royal uncle, I'm afraid it was a plot for a long time. ”

"Uncle of the Kingdom? Did he wipe his own ass? After all the fighting, General Tan died in the capital, so nobody thought he was going to be pursued? ”

Jiang Chung pressed his voice even lower: “Your Highness, the royal uncle is the Queen's mother's family, as long as he does not plan to rebel, the Emperor will not touch him... who dares to mention that matter back then? If you defeat the uncle of the kingdom for this reason, won't the Emperor fall into the name of a faint king who is blinded by a little shemale and maimed with loyalty? The Emperor couldn't have done the royal parcel because of this. ”

With no expression on his face, he swept Takumoto over at first sight and suddenly shouted "Huh”.

Jiang Cheng: “Why? ”

Long Gg: “This thing doesn't look like Wang wrapped it in a bag of rice. Whose pen is it? ”

Jiang Zhong: “Oh, this man has a great source with the king. Didn't the Fang family still want to marry him? The man behind this knife capture is the uncle of Miss Fangqin, when he went to Hatobe Sangshu Fangqin, formerly Yuan and the 18-year-old Emperor Qin point Yuan Lang, the only company in the previous dynasty was three yuan, and since he was a child, he has distinguished himself. ”

Since Fang Qin took over the household, an officer has been well organized and cooperated with the military aircraft, and has never dragged his back leg, so it can be called a nobleman. Unfortunately, the buttocks decided the head. He was born in the Fang family, representing the Fang family, and was destined to be a famous stumbling block.

“The half-hearted master is no different.” Changg gently knocked on the table, “in the old days Wang Xietang Qianyan, should also fly to the house of ordinary people. ”

Jiang Chung heard him talking about killing the machine, and his heart jumped.