Please exchange your majesty for the tiger talisman

Wang Yang and the imperial physician came to Shangshufu.Feng Danmiao stayed in the yard in a daze, her gaze was darker than yesterday.The imperial physician stepped forward to feel Feng Danmiao's pulse, but found out that Feng Danmiao's spleen and stomach were not in good shape, and the imperial physician was unable to judge whether his brain was normal.

Wang Yang observed Feng Danmiao carefully for a while, and then asked Mo Yilou in private. Based on what he had heard and seen, he estimated that Feng Danmiao would be abolished.Wang Yang sighed again and again, patted Feng Danmiao on the shoulder and comforted him: "Feng Shangshu, please don't feel sorry, His Majesty has already caught and punished those bullies, and I'm sorry for you."

"Kill them, kill them..." Feng Danmiao's expression suddenly became terrified, he grabbed Wang Yang's sleeve and continued, "Tell His Majesty to cut them into pieces!"

"Okay, okay, Feng Shangshu, please feel at ease."

Feng Danmiao's intelligence is like that of a ten-year-old child, Wang Yang has no choice but to talk to him in a child's way: "Your Majesty allows you to resign, and you can go wherever you want from now on."

After listening to this, Mo Yilou showed joy on his face, and asked Wang Yang: "Sir, can a small official enter the palace to serve His Majesty?"

"can."

"Where am I going?" Feng Danmiao stared blankly at Wang Yang, her heart full of ridicule.

They tortured him to no end, so what should he do now?

"If Feng Shangshu doesn't know where to go, he can stay in Luzhou, and His Majesty will come to see you when he is happy."

If Feng Danmiao stayed in Luzhou, it would be perfect for Yu Cangluan.

"Then I'll wait here for His Majesty's coming." Feng Danmiao said, lowered his head and ate the pastry by himself, with a look of waiting.

He waited for a chance to take revenge, but does Cangluan have feelings, is he afraid of losing?Before a person without humanity, Feng Danmiao suddenly felt powerless.Cang Luan should only have Jiangshan in his heart...

Wang Yang was silent for a while, and said suggestively: "Xu Guo is difficult for Xu Qing with a body of seven feet. I hope that Feng Shangshu will not care about the private relationship between children. Everything is the most important thing for the community."

It's a good thing that the country is the most important thing, and the evil thoughts that Feng Danmiao had just ignited were extinguished by Wang Yang's words.Feng Danmiao devoured the pastries, and took the time to ask, "What is shooting?"

"No...it's nothing, Feng Shangshu, take your time."

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It is the annual horse racing festival held in Fengbeiliao. Anyone from the royal relatives to the common people can participate in the competition as long as they volunteer.

For today's competition, Youyu spent a month learning horsemanship from Mu Lang.Beiliao is worthy of being a horse nation. The horses are fat and fat, and their riding skills far exceed those of the Central Plains.The Yan people are the best at riding horses that Youyu has ever seen, but I didn't expect that the equestrian skills of Beiliao are even better than that.

There are [-] challengers this year. The content of the competition includes crossing fences, wading shallow rivers, crossing fire fields, etc. Horse racing not only challenges horse skills and speed, but also challenges the courage and perseverance of warriors.

Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as there is a fish with heart.It was not in vain to study hard for a month, and Youyu finally won the No.2 from the bottom. For Youyu, it is an honor to lose!Cough cough ~ Because No. 1 from the bottom is a expectant mother, she had a stomachache 2 minutes after the start of the race, and gave birth to a strong baby after struggling for a while after getting off the horse.Youyu can't help but marvel at the strong physique of the people of Beiliao, and they don't have "tangles" at all to have children.

The speed of the fish across the racecourse is not bad, and the hair is only singed, not burned.

"Mulang, I finally know why people in Beiliao have curly hair." Youyu sniffed the burnt smell and rubbed his hair to make a creaking sound. Youyu thought his new hairstyle must be very cool.

"Fart you, our hair is naturally curly, not baked, and it's different from yours!" Mu Lang taunted You Yu, while wiping the egg-sized burn on You Yu's wrist with milk wine, "If you slow down At one point, the wooden frame on the scene of the fire will collapse and kill you."

Mu Lang has always been duplicity, with a sharp mouth and a bean curd heart. Youyu likes his straightforward character.Youyu thinks that his equestrian skill can already rival the warriors in the Central Plains, and wants to hear Mu Lang's opinion. "Hey, how about my equestrian skills, can I be a general?"

"It's a little bit better than before, and it's still far away from the general. Keep up the good work." Mu Lang said indifferently, but Youyu's equestrian skills are indeed ten times better than when he first came, but he will not praise Youyu After all, it is a fact that Youyu is his rival in love.

At this time, an ordinary man came over with a small bowl of milk, handed it to Youyu, and said honestly: "Guo Tanfu, it's better to rub it when you're injured."

Except for the king who is called Dawang, other high-ranking officials and dignitaries in Beiliao only call them by their first names.

Bei Liao has a kind heart, just like a relative. You Yu happily took the small bowl, but he didn't know how to address him, "Who is this?"

Muran introduced: "Carondo, you are the husband of the woman who just quit the game. Congratulations on becoming a father, Carondo."

"Congratulations." Youyu shook Kalondo's hand friendly, "Your son will definitely become a formidable warrior like his mother."

Mu Lang took the small bowl from Youyu and sniffed it carefully. There was a strong milky smell. Mu Lang smiled sinisterly: "Wow, good medicine, Guotantu's burn will definitely recover soon."

Mu Lang tapped some milk on his fingertips and rubbed it on the fish. Not to mention Mu Lang's thick back, he was very delicate in doing things.

The wound felt cool, and You Yu asked curiously, "What kind of medicine is so miraculous."

Carondo scratched his head shyly, and said with a naive smile, "Hehe, my wife's milk."

You Yu: "..."

So nourishing!You must get well soon, or you will be sorry for the children's food.

The horse race is over, and other entertainment games have begun at the racecourse.There is archery and martial arts... Mu Lang accompanied Youyu on foot to watch, and Youyu took aim at an extremely "dominant" martial arts.I saw the martial artist holding a dagger, moving fast and nimbly, and phantoms appeared. Even though it was a person making gestures, there were fish that were dazzled to see. I can only use two words to describe this set of moves - rampant, if you have to do it in There is another modification to this rampant swordsmanship, which You Yu has to praise - elegance.

Youyu became interested. If you learn this kung fu, you will not only be able to use it for self-defense in the future, but also to show off in front of others and show off your power.

You Yu excitedly pointed at the warrior and said to Mu Lang: "This is amazing, I want to learn this."

"You have a good eye. This kung fu is called dark grid. It combines hardness and softness, but it is fast and not broken. It is a great pride of our Beiliao." Mu Lang proudly introduced, "Our Beiliao country is small, and many kung fu are no match for the Central Plains. , except this hidden grid is invincible. If you look closely at the dagger in the master's hand, it is soft. The dark grid is a set of close attack techniques. The original intention of creating this kung fu was just for self-defense, and later evolved into a counterattack. It is suitable for girls, so it is also called daughter sword."

Mu Lang looked You Yu up and down, deliberately raised his head and chest, and changed his words: "Of course it's not only suitable for girls. Of course, a burly man like me can't use this trick, but you can."

"You mean I'm small." Youyu glanced at Mu Lang unhappily.Thinking about it, Wing Chun Fist was created by a woman, but Ip Man is famous both at home and abroad for fighting, and cultivated Bruce Lee, an international star.

"I didn't say that." Mu Lang said no, but he meant that in his heart, with a faint smile, "If you stand with me, they will definitely say that you can do it and I can't."

"You!" Unconvinced, Youyu brushed his thumb across his nose and said provocatively, "Just wait and see, I will learn from my teacher now, and when I leave my teacher, it will be the day when your defeated generals will beg for mercy. cry."

Mu Lang raised his eyebrows indifferently: "Why would I cry? By then, we will have another expert in Beiliao. I'm too happy to be happy."

You Yu left Mu Lang and walked towards the warrior, and made a respectful salute. "Master, please accept me as an apprentice, I want to learn this trick."

The warrior took a look at Youyu, and nodded with satisfaction: "Guotanfu, you have amazing bones (you are not tall), and you are a good seed for martial arts."

Youyu excitedly said: "Master, did you agree to accept me as an apprentice?"

Mu Lang: "Hurry up and call Master."

"Master!"

"Good apprentice."

However, Youyu never expected that this simple "Master" would be exchanged for two months of horse gait and a year of sun and rain.

Since then, Youyu lived a very fulfilling life every day. During the day, he assisted King Beiliao to deal with some trivial matters. After evening, he learned martial arts from his master. Occasionally, he would go to Mu Lang for a drink and a chat when he had free time.Although the days are hard but very comfortable, just like the cold and summer, spring and autumn, a year has passed before you know it, and Youyu's physique has gradually become stronger, his heart has become more and more broad-minded, and his mentality has become more and more optimistic. The tone of speech has taken over the atmosphere of Beiliao, full of grassland flavor.

One side supports the other side, and Youyu finds that he has completely changed, becoming straightforward, cheerful, daring to love and hate.It turns out that the concept of "keeping the green hills without fear of lack of integrity" is an indestructible castle in Youyu's heart. After being blown by the wind in Beiliao for a year, there are now ruins.

Bei Liao gave him the same kind of favor as his family, and gave him a new life, which was enough for him to live and die with Bei Liao.

On the racetrack, Yu Yu galloped on a horse, and Mu Lang chased after him.There is still the last 1 meters. As long as the current speed is maintained, Youyu will become No.1 in this Marseille.However, in the last ten meters, Murang caught Youyu with a horse pole and dragged Youyu to the ground, causing Youyu to miss No.[-].

Mu Lan is not cheating, because Marseille is also fighting tactics.

"You can do it, kid."

This was Mu Lang's first voice of admiration since he joined the Northern Liao. He clapped his hands and praised: "It's just a year, and it's a lot of progress."

"Mu Lang, you taught well," Youyu bowed gratefully to Mu Lang, "I wouldn't be where I am today without you."

"Come on, let me try your secret space." Mu Lang drew out a dagger and pointed at Youyu.

Youyu tied up the hair that fell out while riding a horse, and raised the corners of his mouth confidently. The half-hour horse stance every night for a year was not for nothing. "Mulang, you'd better take a long gun. If you fight me close, you may not be able to beat me."

Mu Lang was really pleased with You Yu's strength: "Guo Tanfu, I like your arrogance more and more, draw your sword."

Youyu's soft sword was embedded in the leather belt. Youyu grasped the hilt and pulled out the sword leisurely. The flexible sword body swayed in the sun, reflecting the sun's rays now and then.

Mu Lang launched an attack suddenly, Youyu leaned back instantly, seemingly retreating, but actually attacked, a sword stabbed up from Mu Lang's chin in a blink of an eye, and Mu Lang quickly stepped back a few steps.You Yu's technique was swift and fierce, and his sword dance was as fast as if he was surrounded by flying swords, making it impossible to strike.

After more than a dozen rounds, Mu Lang retreated step by step, and when he was exploring a fish hole, the hilt of the sword suddenly flew out of the light and shadow, and hit Mu Lang's eyebrows, knocking Mu Lang down.

"You lost." Youyu raised his eyebrows proudly, "If it was Jianren, you would have died."

Mu Lang gave Youyu a thumbs up: "Excellent, on behalf of the Northern Liao Army, I solemnly invite our son-in-law to join the army, how about it?"

You Yu withdrew his sword, nodded with a smile and said, "It is my duty, but I am no match for you in terms of long-distance attack."

"No one is perfect, you are already amazing, when you learn to spear again, won't I have to give up the position of general? Haha."

You Yu raised his head and jokingly threatened, "Hmph, be careful."

"Yah, you really dare to think!"