Chapter 225 This face, Heaven and He Gong

The State of Qi is located in the west of Da Kuang, with the Xijiang River running through the border, with developed water transportation and prosperous commerce. As a result, the State of Qi became rich. Because the Xijiang * thief claimed that his surname was He, he gathered a crowd to rebel, attacked the city and plundered the land, and gathered the wishes of the people. He often retreated in time before the officers and soldiers came. Until today, he was not purged. In anger, the king of Qi sent troops to occupy the Xijiang River and cut off the southeast and northwest waterways. Chen Ping's two countries have been deterrent to the State of Qi ** for a long time. There are words of suffering. The State of Qin and the Luoyun Province on the south bank of the west are naturally not doing, and the protest against Chen Bing's border has failed. If the fight is started, the first to suffer is the two countries of Chen Ping. With these two countries as a barrier, the State of Qi is not afraid. I will do my own way and will not give face to that country at all.

The situation in the Xijiang River Basin is tense and there are often conflicts, but it is only on the scale of about 1,000 people. There are continuous small battles, but they have never really fought.

The two of them went up against the current, and the long willows on both sides of the Xijiang River floated. Through the dense shade of willows, they can faintly see the quiet but burning bonfire tents. Occasionally, a war horse rushed out and frightened away a forest night bird.

"I'm afraid it's the first time in the history of Da Kuang that the water bamboo can disturb the pattern of the four countries and one province."

Sitting on the bamboo raft, An Bochen swept across the two sides.

What he said was that Emperor Kuang ordered the State of Qi to pay tribute to the water and bamboo. As a result, the current situation has nothing to do with this matter. However, the soldiers of the State of Qi are strong and strong, and the national strength is stable in the top three. The water thieves can actually **. They regard the officers and soldiers as nothing, and those who have a little vision can see the tricks in it, not to mention An Bochen.

The world is full of benefits, and the princes are competing for heroes, regardless of the people's means, which is not for the greatest benefit of the world.

"An Xiaoyou's words are bad. There are so many absurd things from ancient times to the present. As soon as the emperor is ridiculous, the world will also become absurd. Take 300 years ago as an example..."

Mr. Yi sat at the head of An Bochen. While playing with the bird cage, he smiled and said, "Can An Xiaoyou know about the scholar emperor?"

An Bochen likes to read the legend of gods and monsters. He hasn't finished reading half of the volume of "National Rites" and is not familiar with Da Kuang's past history.

Seeing An Bochen's inquiring, Mr. Yi shook his head and his eyes were playful: "The emperor is also a strange man with endless whimsy. The three thousand beautiful women in the harem are tired of it. Unexpectedly, they are ingenious and order the harem to change their calligraphy clothes. Later, samurai clothes, monk robes, Taoist clothes... Mr. Lin Lin always asked the harem beauty to change clothes. Women's men's clothing has amorous feelings. He had a lot of fun. Unexpectedly, folk women also voted for him and changed to wear men's clothes one after another. However, not everyone has the same hobbies as him. The people's grievances are endless. The emperor in the palace was furious. He ordered that it was strictly forbidden for folk women to change to wear men's clothes, and ordered them to patrol all over the place. If they encounter women's men's clothes to tear their clothes to make a good example. . But the palace is endless, and how can the people be unique? Even if the clothes are torn and ugly, they are still forbidden again and again. That year, Da Kuang glanced at it. They were all people in men's clothing. It was difficult to find a woman. Later generations sighed absurdly and didn't stop until the death of Emperor Kuang.

"Manchukuo is all men, isn't it a male country?"

An Bochen smiled, and a red-haired figure in a gray sermon robe appeared in his mind. In his memory, the moonlight of that night was once charming, reflecting her tall figure on the ground, as slender and beautiful as the moonlight, and then pretending to be unfathomable, do you want to learn Taoism...

"Women are pleasing to themselves, but most of them are lifeless. After all, it's not because men are ruthless."

Against the current, the river wind burst, Mr. Yi opposite sighed, and his voice suddenly turned and looked directly at An Bochen: "You haven't seen her true face."

Hearing the words, An Bochen remained calm, and his heartbeat was inevitably a little faster.

Who else would she be in Mr. Yi's mouth, but how did he guess?

Looking at Bochen, Mr. Yi took out a handful of exquisite wine pot carved with gold and jade carvings from the bamboo box, took a sip of it, and said quietly, "If you have seen her true face, you will not want to see it again."

His heart suddenly tightened, and An Bochen had a trace of annoyance for no reason. He endured a strong curiosity and doubt - or he was nervous and turned his head to the other side and turned a deaf ear.

For three years, An Bochen has not even seen her true face. Although she is also wandering together, Sima Jin's yuan god is the same as An Bochen's two souls in heaven and earth, but it is a vague virtual shadow, which is difficult to distinguish her face.

I won't want to see it again...

An Bochen tried his best not to think nonsense, but he couldn't get rid of this long-reverberating words.

If her face hidden under the veil all day long is really like what Mr. Yi said, why is she regarded as a tool for marriage with the royal family by the Sima family? But...

The cold wind blew from both sides, rolled up the bright white halo and flew between the willow forest road. The years are like a shuttle, and the brilliance flows, woven into fragmentary but light ballads, dyeing the night river green and bright.

An Bochen listened quietly and looked at it. His long hair fluttered. Gradually, the complexity in his eyes disappeared with the wind.

Looking at An Bochen, who turned back to light clouds and wind in a blink of an eye, and a shallow arc rose at the corners of his mouth. He didn't know what he was recalling. Mr. Yi raised his eyebrows and looked surprised, and then recovered as before.

"It's better not to see each other than to know each other, and it's better not to meet each other. Unfortunately, there are too few people in the world who can understand."

Mr. Yi sighed, and a trace of remembrance flashed in his eyes, regardless of the An Bochen who was thinking about the Yi people.

An Bochen looked at the wind and moon on both sides of the strait and ignored the middle-aged people opposite him. If it hadn't been for the flying dragon, An Bochen would have kicked the annoying Mr. Yi down the Xijiang River and left.

...... Women are good at heart, and they also have their own deeds. They are especially childish and crazy. I walk in the wild, and I control the big country, who is in a hurry. Doctor and gentleman, I don't have you. What I think is not as good as what I do...

An Bochen chewed softly. She liked poetry the most. There was melancholy in the excitement, but there was endless loneliness in the melancholy.

What you think is not as good as what I think...

An Bochen read Sima Jin's poem. Mr. Yi looked at Xiao Xiaoran's river and thought about his own thoughts. No one noticed that the bird in the cage all the way gradually calmed down. The beak of the bird was aimed at the cage pillar and was also waiting.

The willow road on both sides retreats, and the white apes in the mountain stream is crying.

After more than half an hour, the two of them, a horse and the bird that is no longer angry finally arrived at the mouth of the river. The mountain on the left bank of the river mouth is towering and straight, hanging under the tip of the cliff, and something is faintly written on it.

"It's here."

Mr. Yi stopped the bamboo raft, looked at An Bochen and said, "From then on, I will go into the water, cross the stone array, and half a miles will be where I live in the State of Qi."

An Bochen nodded and said nothing.

With an inexplicable smile, Mr. Yi shook his head and reached into the bamboo box, looking for something.

At this moment, a harsh voice came from the two people, as if the tip of the knife was grinding white bones.

Under the moonlight is a white bird that does not hesitate to break the beak of the bird and blows its wings. The blood dyes its beak red, which is shocking and ferocious in the evil.

Mr. Yi is a strange man of the world. This ordinary bird cage contains ancient prohibitions, which weakens the vitality of demons. But he forgot one thing. Although it was a demon, it was a bird with a hard beak. At the critical moment of life and death, ants still cherished their lives, not to mention the demons from the cave sky. The vitality is limited, especially the bird's beak. Even if you give up the bird's beak, you have to fight. Mr. Yi came in a hurry and was afraid of the demon power. Instead, he neglected the body, which made the monster escape from the sky.

The white bird hovered in mid-air, staring at the two of them with hatred, singing, and just as he was about to jump, he saw Mr. Yi take out the demon mirror again. His body trembled slightly, hesitated a little, and turned his head to escape.

"An Xiaoyou will wait for a few more days. When Yi catches the Jingwei bird, he will show you the flying dragon driving.

Mr. Yi seemed to attach great importance to the escaped Jingwei bird. There was a look of chagrin on his face. He hurriedly took out the wind and thunder feathers from the bamboo box and inserted them behind him. He spread his wings and flew high. He chased after Jingwei and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The night was very heavy. An Bochen looked at Xiong Mountain on the left bank, rolled up the wind of yin and yang, pulled the bamboo raft to the shore, and led the Mustang King ashore.

"Bang!"

The oil paper bag fell from his arms, and An Bochen bent down to pick it up.

I couldn't see the flying dragon for a while, and An Bochen didn't have time to wait for Mr. Yi to come back. Naturally, he went to the State of Qin to find Wuhua first.

"Yes, what's the purpose of Yun'er giving me this march map?"

Scratching his head, An Bochen opened the package with a smile, and frowned suddenly.

There is a march map in the oil paper bag, but there is a piece of cloth sandwiched in the feasible military map, on which it is written crookedly: "The legendary master still has you in the stepping stone selected in the next round. Be careful."

Huo Chuanyun didn't want An Bochen to know who was helping him, but he couldn't help giving it to him, so he passed on the marching map. Who would have thought that An Bochen was the same as him? He didn't care at all. It was not until this time that he found the mystery.

Raising his head, the teenager put the oil paper bag into his arms, raised his eyebrows, and was innocent in his hand.

In the dark and deep night, the sound of laughter came from the far shore, dispersing the night birds in the forest.

An Bochen's expression gradually became condensed, and his eyes were like a cold pool. He looked at the distant mountains. His arms crossed the shadow, and the silver gun hit the ground.

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Wu Zhong, Sima family...