Hong Yanyan, he is always bullied [Quick Transition]

Tekler hastily ran out of Jebe's room and ran towards Li Sanguna.

"Little slave, wake up, you can't stay here anymore."

Li Sangu's eyes were sleepy, and he opened his eyes in a daze, "My lord, what's the matter?"

"Don't ask, come with me." After finishing speaking, Tie Kele picked up Li Sangu and ran out.In the stable, Tekler's guards were already in place.Seeing that everyone had arrived, Tekler got on his horse and led the people towards the city gate without saying a word.

"Open the door quickly, I am Tekele, the righteous brother of the Great Khan."

"My lord, it's not time to open the gate yet." A big man guarding the gate said cautiously.

Tekele got angry from his heart and yelled angrily: "There is a rebellion in my tribe. If you want to delay my trip, I will take you first!" After speaking, Tekele took the knife and killed the big man.Seeing this scene, the rest of the people were shocked for a while.Seeing this, Jebe pushed the gate first, and Tekler glared at the remaining gatekeepers before rushing out first.

Seeing this scene, Li Sangu was horrified, secretly thinking that this ancient man really killed people like hemp, that big man died like this.

Everyone ran all the way, and they ran more than 100 kilometers away in the middle of the night.Li Sangu was sitting in front of Tekele. Although he didn't drive the horse himself, his thighs were worn out badly.

But at this moment in the royal court, Zawuhe was standing alone by the bedroom window, secretly thinking that he was still a step too late, and actually told Tekler to get away.He felt regretful and excited at the same time.He said silently: "The northern land that has been quiet for so many years is finally about to start another war." The fragrance of blood seemed to reverberate in his taste buds again, and the corpses scattered all over the mountains and plains in the flames of war seemed to have long been placed before his eyes. "Come on, the peace and happiness of so many years is no longer satisfying. Fine wine and beauties will be destroyed in this war. And the rest will be endless blood..." He looked at the rising sun in the east, His eyes were full of paranoid desire, and his body was trembling with excitement.

"Come here, bring up the newly recruited beauties. Bring me whips, prostitution tools, and beasts!"

"Little slave, I haven't asked you what your name is yet?" Tekele asked with a big smile while sweating profusely.

"Li Sangu." Li Sangu said very softly, if you don't listen carefully, the voice seems to have never appeared.

But Tekele had eyesight and hearing since he was a child, and he still heard the voice as soft as a thin thread.

"Li Sangu, Li Sangu... Sangu." Tie Kele was stunned, and then said with a smile, "I know that there are beauties in the Han people who once look at the city and then look at the country, but I don't know you Where does this third Gu come from?"

"To look back at you." Li Sangu jokingly said, temporarily forgetting the pain in his leg.

At this moment, the sky is already bright, and this long night is finally over.The clear and sultry breeze blew through the woods again, but the rustling voice seemed to be singing an ancient ballad——

There are beauties in the north, peerless and independent.

Regardless of the city, consider the country.

Ning do not know the allure and the allure of the country?

Beauty is hard to come by!

A beautiful woman is hard to come by again. When Tekler chanted this poem a few years later, there was nothing but loneliness in his eyes.

The author has something to say:

Now that the story is finished, how about writing a Greco-Roman mythology.

The story of the male version of Helen or the goddess of beauty Aphrodite.

In addition, see you at the moon and the sun, I will work hard.

Thank you for your kindness and support, but please don't feel pressured.If one day, you don't like this article, please don't give up with burden.

I think all encounters are unspeakable fate, even if I am here and you are there.Suddenly, I thought of a poem called "Midnight Album":

This is dusk, dear, this is the time of sunset in the northwest, and I have already started to float towards you from the southeast, like a drizzle, a soft whisper, looming, I float towards you.

No one knows, really, no one, not even you.Dear ones, I am the quiet and distant sea, coming to you, coming to you, from all directions, over and over again.

Don't learn from that wind, my dear, don't learn from the howling north wind, wantonly rubbing the white clouds all over the sky, and the white letter paper all over the sky.Don't, don't!Don't rub the sighs I wrote and painted on.That little sigh, that ever-drifting sigh.

That sigh is easy to disperse, easy to pass away, easy to be trampled into mud.Dear, let us go to the lake, let us sit down carefully along the stone bank, like the dewdrops.

Let's look up, look to heaven, and see how the sun is getting warmer and warmer.A trace, that fragile happiness, flicks to you and to me.Until we melted together, a strange light flashed, until the transparent us slowly ascended and disappeared.

As for night, night always comes.Honey, just let it come, let it come!

When I lie down and form mountains, forests, and endless grasslands, then you are the star rising from behind the mountains, forests, and grasslands, so cold and warm, so far away, and yet so close!