How did she not know that the dance just now was a very popular "departure" among the Beiliang royal family.
In addition to the suffering of war, there are many other personal thoughts that are expressed.
Therefore, different people jumped out of the people, with different flavors, just now they danced, is quite atmospheric war marching song, tragic and generous.
If she was dancing in white clothes and wearing masks, she wouldn't be able to conclude that those people were from Beiliang, but those men in blue clothes and braids made her sure that they were from Beiliang.
The people of Beiliang are brave, grow up in the desert prairie, and are a country that fights the world on horseback.
Men love to wear braids and wear short sackcloth robes, which is convenient for riding horses to hunt down prey, and the reputation of being brave and good at fighting is far and wide, so over the years, the huge Southern Qin cannot be helpless and sad.
Sadness invaded northern Xinjiang from time to time, and my brother guarded northern Xinjiang for many years and made great contributions.
There is a saying that is widely spread in the world: if the cold city does not have a heavy gate, it will be frozen for thousands of miles, Xiqi can step on half of the southern Qin, if there is no Qin Pei'an in the north, it is difficult to be safe in the south, if there is no Yanka in the Ganliang city, the southern Qi can enter the hinterland of the southern Qin.
The world of Southern Qin is supported by these three people.
Qin Pei'an is dead, Nalan Jiao took over the northern frontier, unable to rectify the army, the army is disheartened, and Beiliang takes the opportunity to sneak attack.
There is no Qin Pei'an, and the northern Xinjiang can be broken.
Northern Xinjiang is a solid and unbreakable city formed by my brother's painstaking efforts. was destroyed by Yan Jiu's life.
If there is no master in the city, he will be defeated!
Chongmen Huan stood there with his back to her, and without saying anything, the man turned and walked towards the thatched hut, and through the eaves that ran through the front and back, he came to the front of the curved bridge.
As he passed through the room, he went into the house.
By the time he came out, the mask on his face had been replaced by his signature golden mask.
The front of the courtyard does not seem to be stained with the noise of the backyard, and the small bridge of the long stream of water stretches zigzag to the doorway of the windy end building, hanging under the shadow of the lamp in front of the door, and sits on the ground.
The white loose leather robe spread out quietly beside him, he sat facing the water, Chang Ling hurriedly put the wine on the table into the charcoal stove to warm it.
In the late spring night, it is still in the mountains, and it is a little cool.
Chongmen Huan followed behind him, saw him sit there casually, and then opened the wine glass himself, on the blue-black tabletop, the crystal clear wine glass, with an attractive luster.
He lifted the only slightly warm wine in the charcoal stove, and slowly but gently filled a glass of wine.
Then, on the table opposite him, he put down another cup and filled it unhurriedly, and then put the flask back into the charcoal stove.
Seeing that she was still standing there, there were few men, and her voice was a little gentle: "Sit." ” I don't know if it's because his voice is hoarse, that's why it's like this, Chongmen Huan's gentleness towards him has always been a little resistant.
Behind all the gentleness of the heavy gate, there is poison hidden.
The more times she suffered, the more she learned to be obedient, and she would no longer be easily confused by his gentleness.
She didn't squirm, she sat down straight in front of him, and the man raised his hand, and his long sleeves of water slid slowly over the blue-black tabletop, like water flowing over the stones at the bottom of a clear stream.
It was an incomparably elegant and touching refinement.
She looked at the man's slender but slightly pale hands, a little distracted, Chongmen definitely had a pair of extremely good-looking hands, but she knew that those fingers were full of thick calluses.
It was formed by holding the sword for many years.