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A few scattered words filled the paper: "Poor hair changes."

It is rumored that the night flight girl has wings under her ribs, and she can fly thousands of miles at night. In reality, the night flight girl is still a half-grown toddler. Gold and silver ornaments, two braids wrapped with gold thread, looking from a distance, the top of the head is shining with gold.

Zhou Tan lowered his head and looked at the girl's disc face, which was so round that there were almost no edges and corners. She set aside the scattered golden scorpions and put aside the cup containing milk, her eyes were bright: "Everyone Here you go."

"When did you come back?" He Lianyun asked her.

"I received the letter the day before yesterday..." Ma Feng pointed his fingers, and he was very wronged inside and out: "He came back without sleeping. Who knows what he saw when he observed his mind? He was nagging every day, insisting on crawling When Po came back from Yanshan Pass, he could obviously take the sidewalk."

She pursed her mouth and said dissatisfiedly, "My shoes are all soaked. Climbing uphill is really terrible."

Her feet were drenched, she stepped on the threshold and did not enter the room, two pools of water gradually spread under her feet: "By the way, I see, the pear blossom tide is coming soon, and every household has to pack up and stock up."

"Is that so..." Zhou Tan glanced at the sky, which was gray and did not faint: "Can you guess the exact time?"

"Ten days at most..." She pinched her fingers and said, "I'm busy, I'm busy."

Before she finished speaking, she saluted and slipped out the door stepping on her left foot and right foot, as if she was about to catch up with some schedule, trotting all the way without touching the ground, her two braids stuck in her forehead, still trembling.

"One ten days..." Zhou Tan turned around and looked at the people around him: "There is not much time left. Does her word count?"

"Better than the other two..." He Lianyun showed a bit of toothache: "Be more reliable."

"Okay." Zhou Tan swept all the fragments of gold into the package and put them in the corner of his chest.

There is still a thick layer of milk skin on the milk, and it is still warm when held in the hand. When the tip of his nose is close, there is a rush of fresh air.

"Add some sugar?" He Lianyun shook the tube on the top of the cabinet, and the scattered sugar granules made a slight noise, and someone silently stuffed a can full of sugar on the partition where the utensils were placed, and even the wooden boards outside were almost shattered. A little bit of sweetness overflowed.

"Okay." Zhou Tan stirred the spoon and went to have a bite.The taste was so strong that it seemed to entangle his tongue. He took a sip of the sugar that hadn't melted in time, and even a smile appeared on his face.

Outside the tent, smoke and dust billowed, and the sound of cars and horses rolled, and the sound of rolling iron wheels could reach the sky.The swallow carrying the letter landed on the ground, pecked at a few grains of wheat, and then carried a new letter and flew in all directions through the flowing clouds.

The wind chimes under the eaves were knocked one after another, and the long-lived golden tail feathers were covered with the falling sun, like a stream of shining gold.

"Letter..." Zhou Tan clamped the letter that had fallen in mid-air, and painted the word "sea" on it.He tasted the taste in his mouth and said vaguely, "He's from Haizhou."

He Lianyun took it over to look at it, but it was still a blank note, with the pattern of swallows drawn.When it was not time to light the lamp, the candle was still at the corner of the table. He took the candle and signaled Zhou Tan to look at it. The paper was floating on the flame, but it was not lit. There were writings spreading from the corner to the center of the paper. It is still the chic brushwork of opening and closing, and a few scattered words fill the paper.

"Poor hair changes."

Zhou Tan swallowed the last mouthful of milk skin: "What change?"

The letter was not clear, and half-sentenced, which only added to the trouble.But He Lianyun seemed to be used to this rather cryptic style of writing, and he pressed the note back into Zhou Tan's palm: "It seems that it's time, it's time to inspect the military defense. I'm leaving tomorrow to go to the tent, you—"

Zhou Tan put the cup down and tilted his head to look at him, and replied in a tone of no need to ask: "Naturally we want to be together."

"Okay." He Lianyun only felt the irony in his heart, but he stopped asking questions, and pulled Zhou Tan's collar that was flying in the wind to cover his neck: "Let's leave tomorrow evening."

After the wind cleared, He Lianyun went out to give orders, Zhou Tan leaned on the door frame to drink tea, and He Lianyu walked quickly with his forehead as red and swollen as a shrimp: "Did your father send you a letter? What did you say?"

"Poor hair changes."

"Bastard." She scolded, and followed into the crowd.

Zhou Tan has memorized the map very well, the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas are all in his mind, the Northland has the rules and regulations of the Northland, the commander follows the battle flag, and may not be close to the rear.

In his eyes, the place where the middle tent is located is indeed not the best place to build the royal court. Whenever there is a war, it bears the brunt of it. It is not a prosperous place full of dreams, but a great wall of barriers, lying across the city's lights and poor hair. between the sharp blades.

From here to the middle tent under Yanshan Pass, it is estimated that it is less than a hundred miles away, Zhou Tan thought, and covered the curtain that was swept by the wind.

The breath of the pear blossom tide did have traces that could be caught, but the grass seeds in his hand were still too weak to withstand the slightest wind.

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There were mixed figures on Suzaku Street, and the bustle and bustle wiped out the bloody atmosphere, so the panic at that time could not be seen at all.

People from half of the city could be regarded as witnesses present, and the people who were sent out for interviews piled up a whole table just for the notes of their words.

The sound of pages turning in the front hall continued, and the pen touched the paper, recording the testimony of all parties with a password that only insiders could use.

Lu Chengyan knocked on the Nanhong finger, still thinking about the thunderstorm left by the girl from the Yu family.

Last night, she walked away from the walnut cheese in Wu Zuo's room, and before leaving, she pulled the door frame, "breathing like blue."

Said: "In terms of status, although there is no princess and eldest princess in the palace, there is one..."

The last words came almost close to the ear: "Princess."

In terms of rank and degree of favor, Princess Qinghe can be regarded as the object of suspicion. When we met last time, her nails were still clean, but I don’t know if it’s been more than a month, has a layer of blood been added? .

Yu Jinyan was sitting on the floor, his eyes closed since last night, the inside and outside the palace have already begun to talk about closing the case intentionally or unintentionally, some adult satirized in the hall: "It's better to let go of the embroidered pillow as soon as possible and go back to Dali Temple .”

These words were really inappropriate, and completely angered this group of immortal cultivators who were at a loss in cultivation, so those who turned the pot and shovel also joined the battle, and the paperwork was scattered all over the floor. , The sound of turning pages followed the sun rising.

"Dali Temple..." Yu Jinyan didn't forget to sneer: "The head of Dali Temple is a chamber pot, it seems that who broke the murder case of the evil spirit last month seems to have forgotten."

There are indeed not many records about Botou Mohua, and it was a taboo 20 years ago, but Jin Mingwei can weave an overwhelming net just by counting relatives, not to mention young people who have not experienced any major events, with a handful of blood in their hearts. It wasn't cold yet, and although he lay down comfortably on weekdays, when he was provoked, he spit out all his madness.

From the busy last night to this time, papers with red pens have been pasted on the wall one after another.

"Hai Yinlian, we haven't found out her real name, she was born to a prostitute, her biological father is unknown, she grew up on a flower boat in Yunzhou, she was eleven or twelve years old, she was chosen as a skinny horse.

The turtle slave who admonished her came from nowhere, but according to the rumors, it was not a common handyman on a flower boat, but rather, it looked like a person from the capital. "

It is almost possible to outline the lackluster and sad fate in just a few words.A giant palm stretched out from nowhere decided her already unfortunate fate. The love of the people in the capital was not an olive branch, but dragged her down into a deeper abyss.

To put it inappropriately, if the one who picks the goods is one day, the ones who supply the goods will not disappear.Regardless of whether they are children of prostitutes or daughters of good families, children aged eleven or twelve, regardless of gender, will be classified into grades and grades in this so-called favor, and sent to high-end courtyards or small households.

The mature cargo chain is like gears, and it has been rooted in the land of Yunzhou for several years. They rely on cargo ships and chambers of commerce, and involve many people.

The Yin Ji Club was originally a women's gathering during the New Year's festival, and the karaoke halls participating in the election were also full of prostitutes, not prostitutes, and even many ladies were willing to take advantage of the fun and get a few cheers.Everything seemed too weird.

"Are the people who sell skinny horses the same group as Botou Mohua?" Lu Chengyan asked in a deep voice.

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Wherever the big shaman went, there was no cheering. He stroked his beard and ran all the way, his legs and feet were nimble, but Ma Feng followed him soon: "Hey——where are you going, that is really your master!" ?"

Since the grass seeds that came ashore were all wiped out, no one dared to move the underwater skeleton for the time being.

When a group of people pass by, they always have to probe their heads and worship, and then tiptoe around.I don't know who has put a pot of Youzhou aged wine, and the water vapor is mixed with the fragrance of wine.

"Wait..." Zhou Tan suddenly realized: "If the person below is his master, will he be the first apprentice or the second apprentice in that book?"

The big apprentice is as stupid as a pig, and the second apprentice is as timid as a mouse. The words and sentences in the booklet are merciless. They only have a tender feeling for the little apprentice who finally found him before he died. It is not enough to say that he is good-looking, what must be added? The description of extraordinary talent, saying that he has glimpsed the way of heaven at a young age, must be a talent blessed by the stars.

"Uh..." He Lianyun said: "He is probably the one who can be made?"

Zhou Tan's cheeks were swollen again, and the materials he could make were not credible at all. He put all the remaining mandala medicine packs on the table, and changed a few waves of medicines, but it was restrained. Unable to visit occasionally, He Lianyun remembered the more bitter concoction, hesitant to speak.

But Zhou Tan rushed out again like the wind, holding Bi Lianbo's glass bottle of grass seeds under his arm, the grass seeds inside had sprouted in just one night, presenting a shimmering greenness at this moment.

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