Beiyang new warlord

It can be regarded as a relief, no longer have to look at Mao Wenlong's eyes that hate iron and steel, Mao Jue ran and dragged her little hand out the door amidst Chen Jiao's exclamation.

Outside, the snowflakes are still dancing all over the sky. There are many small red two- and three-story buildings. In the heavy snow, there is a feeling of Russian-style architecture. The Hongshuang Yamen is similar. There is that kind of western-style balcony, you don’t have to go out of the yamen, just push open the balcony door, and tens of thousands of Hongshuangcheng citizens are carrying three-faced god statues, dancing dragons and lions, and gathered in front of the yamen at this time.

Seeing Mao Jue come out, in an instant, the noisy crowd just now became dead silent, the silence was like a long night in the cold winter, Mao Jue let them be beaten first in terms of force, in terms of martial arts, Mao Jue single-handedly evolved into the present In the Red Twin Cities, according to destiny, just two months ago, Mao Jue showed a living god in Lu, and now, he Mao Jue is the god of these refugees!

It was the first time that she followed her husband and appeared in front of tens of thousands of people, holding Mao Jue's big warm hand, Chen Jiao's heart was beating violently, but at the same time, a sense of pride lingered in her chest, this is the real man, Riding the strongest horse, beheading the fiercest thieves, making tens of thousands of people bow their heads. In comparison, those scholars and scholars she had seen in Jiangnan back then, moaning without illness and full of big words, were simply inferior to women!

Unable to help herself, she took Mao Jue's arm again.

Tens of thousands of gazes converged on him, but Mao Jue had already become accustomed to it, and was even very happy. Standing on the balcony, looking at the snow-covered dog fur hats below, he cleared his throat first, and then slammed his fist swung out.

"God bless me Dongjiang! In the barren land, overcome the thorns and thorns, let the Red Twin City stand on the ground."

"You have done all this, you are all doing well!"

Following Mao Jue's unrestrained speech and excited and exaggerated movements, the faces of the citizens of Red Shuangcheng also showed joy and surprise.

This special New Year has greatly changed the political situation in Dongjiang, but for Mao Jue's house, the biggest change is that the wine cellar is empty, and then every guest room is full of alcohol, and the grunt is like a pig. The generals kept watch until twelve o'clock, and expressed their New Year's feelings for the citizens of Bitter Leaf Town. This year's banquet is finally over.

The whole mansion was in darkness, even the main room was no exception, but in front of the big mirror there, a pair of eyes were still brightly reflected in it.

The gold hairpin on her head was removed, and her hair was hanging down her back. She was wearing a pure white silk inner garment, but Chen Jiao's heart was beating non-stop.

After all, since he married Mao Jue, this was the first time he slept in his own room, and he could still hear his even snoring.

For this person next to her pillow, Chen Jiao's feelings are really complicated. She grew up in a scholarly family and a family of literary style. For these vulgar warriors, she was contemptuous from the bottom of her heart. After becoming a martial artist, he was still the most barbaric kind in the bitter cold area of ​​Liaodong. Chen Jiao's biggest reaction was to give up on herself, and follow the little sister of the Wu family to flee here and there. Appeared.

But then, her biggest emotion for Mao Jue was fear. Only after truly experiencing the desperate and helpless suffocation feeling of being thrown into the water, could she know how terrible death is, especially when being raped by her father, grandfather, and the whole family. Abandoned, thrown into the pond with his own hands, the sky was full of violent wind and rain, amidst lightning and thunder, Mao Jue's distorted face because of anger, for a long time, it was her Chen Jiao's biggest nightmare.

Then, as the bond of the iron-blood alliance between the two families, she married all the way to Dongjiang, and resigned herself to fate with a desperate heart.

But now, the heart of resignation to fate and resentment of fate seems to have calmed down. Dongjiang seems to be different from the bandit den she imagined. , There are also warmth and vigor, and Mao Jue is also different from the domineering warrior in the imagination, the cold-blooded animal who kills people is not good, he is heroic and stalwart on the outside, but he will commit crimes at home, sometimes he is a bit silly, but The image of a little man who can respect, love, and sometimes make people's hearts flutter with one move.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at Mao Jue who folded her arms and closed her eyes, Chen Jiao's expression was full of complexity. After a long time, she couldn't help it, and reached out to stroke Mao Jue's face.

But who knows, at this moment, Mao Jue's eyes suddenly opened, those eyes were bright and clear, there was no trace of sleepiness, and the snoring just now was just made on purpose by him imitating Wen Meng. In an unbelievable exclamation, he grabbed her hand suddenly.

The next moment, he grabbed her slender waist violently, and Mao Jue lifted her and threw her into the bed.

The curtain was torn off, the silk made a tearing and cracking sound, and there was an indistinct babble, and the red bellyband waving a mandarin duck was suddenly thrown out of the bed, just hanging on the warm silk precious cradle that Shen Rong sent On the bed, a pair of mandarin duck pillows also came in handy, gently supporting a beautiful long hair, ups and downs.

There is a poem that says: The children of the rivers and lakes are so affectionate, but they are happy in the spring night and angry with the sun!

In this creaking and fierce battle, outside the door was a pair of old and faint thief eyes full of smiles, patted the snow on his hands, and the old man Mao Wenlong came out from under the window with a smile, trembling on crutches, he was also Xiang Go to your own east room.

However, within two steps, the old man who had bathed in the blood of the dead also froze in his footsteps, and the smile on his face faded.

Under the flowering tree covered with snow on the wall, four black shadows stand side by side, Adelaina, Su Yi, Ying Ji, and Yu Le are all alone, and four pairs of eyes are staring at him, the father-in-law. For a moment, Mao Wenlong felt his back go numb.

Chapter 341. Play hard to get, full of energy

Who doesn't have an ex-boyfriend yet?

In the evil feudal society, marry a chicken as a chicken, and marry a dog as a dog! Mao Jue figured it out yesterday, and finally put aside the big knot in his heart. This happened on the first night of the ninth year of Chongzhen. Instead, it made up a bridal night for Chen Jiao and herself.

Jiangnan girls naturally have the unique charm of their water towns, which can be regarded as an excuse. Mao Jue played wildly this night, and he didn't fall asleep until the early morning. It's a pity that he didn't wait for him to hug his wife's beautiful body on the mountain Pretend to experience the beauty of the king's seldom early morning. In the early morning, the walking stick knocked on the bluestone slab in the yard of his house, and there was a ping-pong sound. Then, two cold little hands suddenly stretched into the tent.

"Cool! You murdered your husband!"

Suddenly awakened, she was so ashamed that she almost pushed her head under the bed. Chen Jiao acted like a turtle shrinking her shell, but Mr. Mao had no choice but to wake up suddenly, like killing a chicken under Mao Jue. Amidst the yelling, Adelaine on the left and Yu Leer on the right, the two girls dragged him out of the big warm quilt together with sinister smiles.

"Master, don't scream, but the old man told you to get up and worship the ancestors!"

"Master Wen Meng and Master Kong Youde are outside, are you afraid that they will hear you?"

"I'll settle the score with you two goblins later!"

Seeing these two girls smiling like a vixen, I don't understand that they are deliberately playing tricks on themselves to repay the jealousy of last night. Gritting their teeth, they took the robe, and while wearing it, Mao Jue was still angrily threatening, who knows, This Adelaine was extremely listless, so she purposely brought the robe backwards to Mao Jue, and just as Mao Jue was in a daze, a stream of cold snow squeezed out of her pocket as soon as she put it on her back. Come out, and then, a pig-killing scream rang out again.

"Cool!!! Murdered my husband!!!"

Now that the old man has arrived, he can't escape the early worship of the ancestors, but this year, the place of worshiping the ancestors is a bit special. Beishan, ten miles away, is now dedicated by the red couple to the so-called altar for worshiping the ancestors. The scale is also much larger, worshiping the ancestors of Lao Mao's family, more than 100 civil servants and generals from Dongjiang, large and small, all followed, the private sacrifice became a public sacrifice, and the mighty horse team set off from Hongshuangcheng Before dawn, they went up the mountain with tributes. At sunrise, in front of the three-faced statue, the knights got off their horses one by one, and immediately knelt down in front of the statue in several rows according to their status.

The animals suffered again, and several soldiers raised their swords. The neighing heads of the deer, sheep, and pigs were neatly chopped off and placed in front of the ranks under the statue. Shen Guangzuo's clansmen were also full Shen Weijing, a scholar who read poetry and books, acted as the official of ceremonies. He was dressed in a white robe and scarf, and had a long beard. He opened the sacrificial ceremony gracefully and solemnly. on the clock.

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Except for Mao Jue who was a little sleepy and couldn't open his eyes, even Kong Youde and Geng Zhongming, who were drunk last night, all had serious faces, concentrated, and 12 points of awe. The official chanted and suddenly bowed his head and knocked on the ground.

They couldn't help being in awe, just like people feel infinitely small in front of the Egyptian pyramids. More than 30 meters high and more than 30 meters wide, the three-faced giant statue is spinning and flying in front of me alive, either benevolent or serious, and the faces are constantly turning in front of me. Even if modern people see it, they probably have to feel Shocking, not to mention these ancient people who worshiped the gods of heaven and earth.Under the sound of bells and drums, the humming sound from the rubbing of the colossus made these Dongjiang generals who had witnessed the colossus for the first time extremely shocked. This sense of mystery prompted them to have a deeper awe of Mao Jue and Dongjiang. layer.

Even on weekdays, Shen Weijing, the chief of ceremonies who thinks highly of himself, leans his back on the big statue, his voice is a little trembling, as if he is going to the imperial examination, all his energy is devoted to the sacrificial ceremony, every sound of his impassioned, loud The whole team kowtowed and kowtowed, as if the mystery and solemnity from the ancient times surrounded the entire altar.

The ancient sacrificial ceremony lasted almost an hour. It started at about five o'clock in the morning, and at seven o'clock, the sun began to rise. The general didn't leave, Wenmeng and the rough people hid aside, pointing with a little fear, Pang Dahai didn't even share the sacrificial meat, and set up his own incense candles, steamed buns and shochu , kowtowed there, chanting loudly, and Shen Weijing, Fan Wenju, Song Xiance and others were also in awe, not knowing which passage of scriptures they were chanting.

Mao Jue's Dongjiang miracle has made great contributions in this change of rights. Even Mao Wenlong himself is fascinated by looking at the giant statue with his hands behind his back.

Too sleepy to keep his eyes open, Mao Jue nodded along with his head on this side, and Mao Wenlong on the other side suddenly gave orders in a low voice and hastily in his ear.

"This altar, after I bring Chen Jiao and the others back to Tieshan, you will send someone to seal it! This place will be the spiritual vein of my Mao family in the future, and no one else can touch it!"

He didn't listen to the serious matter, but Mao Jue got excited when he heard the trivial matter, and jumped up all of a sudden.

"Father, you, are you going to take Chen Jiao and the others?"

"Hmph, you boy! When the old man came here, he still picked his nose and eyes. This old man wants to go back and sell you this old bone to preside over the overall situation. You are still hypocritical here. Why did the old man give birth to you such a rebellious son?"

"No, uh, father, you call Li Wanji, my child understands, but Chen Jiao and the others, it doesn't matter if they stay in Bitter Leaf for a while, ouch..."

Mao Wenlong hit his forehead with a crutch, and Mao Jue covered his head and closed his mouth sadly, and Mao Wenlong snorted angrily, still puzzled.

"An unfilial son with a daughter-in-law who doesn't want his parents! How did this old man give birth to such a thing as you!"

I only ate and wiped people away last night, and now I'm driving them away. I always feel a little ruthless, drooping my head, and Mao Jue looked at Mao Wenlong with resentment. Even Mao Wenlong couldn't take it any longer, so he withdrew his crutches, and simply put his hands behind his back, turning his back on Mao Jue.

"There are still some things about Dongjiang, and I need to mention something to her. Besides, what did you do long ago! Can't bear to part with it now? Then quickly settle this place and let me go back to Tieshan!"

What is too easy to get is often not cherished. The old man played hard to get, but he played beautifully. Hearing the slight smugness in his words, Mao Jue could only droop his head in depression.

"Yes, Dad!"

The private sacrifice dragged on until around eight o'clock, and the group finally reluctantly packed up their things and got back on the horse. After all, in this era of feudal centralization, these more than 100 numbers can even be equated with Dongjiang Town. They have to rush back to preside over the overall situation, especially Shen Shikui , with more than 3 Lee's North Korean standing army, his Jeju Island can now be regarded as a powder keg.

They went down the mountain step by step and turned their heads three times. Hongshuangcheng didn't return, and the group went directly to the seaside port. Except for those who stayed here, the generals bid farewell to Mao Jue one by one.

But there is no humanity in the opposite sex, so Mao Jue couldn't care less about saying goodbye to them at this time, so he dealt with it, but on the surface, he looked at the boat eagerly.