The city of the Northern Moon Imperial Capital is like a pot of cooked porridge, completely boiling.
In the far north, a man in a red robe walked over, unruly and unruly. Other people's young men hung the best jade agate and pendant rings on their waists. The beauty of the Moon is good, always hanging
She wore a worn and yellowed wine gourd, and even if it was covered with a plug, she could still smell the smell of wine.
That is the exclusive wine of the Mohist school.
On both sides of Mo Xie are Mo Yuntian and Su Ya, and behind them are the backbone elites of the Mo family.
The Northern Yue Emperor's eyes were gloomy, and the thunderous aura was moving around in his body.
"Mo Xie, don't take away all the limelight, and we are also our Xiao family." On the other side, Xiao Cang and Xiao Rufeng walked side by side. As Changfeng swung, the two thousand soldiers of the Xiao family were all standing together.
Arrived.
When you walk, it is vast and majestic, the sky can be broken and the earth can be broken.
As he approached, Xiao Rufeng held the Xiaoyao fan in his hand, smiled with his eyebrows and eyes, and was extremely elegant and gentle. He put away the fan, bowed to the Northern Yue Emperor, and said, "Emperor, Ye Qingge saved me from danger, Xiao Ye
The relationship between the two families has always been friendly, and grandfather Xiao Cang and the elder of the Ye family are even more close friends. If something happens to the Ye family, the Xiao family naturally cannot be protected by themselves."
Compared with Mo Xie and Xiao Rufeng's words, although the Northern Yue Emperor was furious, it was reasonable and could not find any mistakes.
The wind and clouds were surging, and the sound of cries continued. The war horses outside the suburbs trampled on the mountains and rivers, and rode out of the dust. Dozens of horses were stained with the wind and frost and died, and rushed to Huarong Lane unimpeded.
Above the fire horse, the man in charge held the reins in his hand, and a hideous scar on his face looked particularly terrifying. The strong wind blew across his face, his sword eyebrows and starry eyes looked coldly in front of him; behind the man, the woman was riding a fierce horse, dark
Her skin shines under the glazed light of the Night Pearl. Her shorts and shorts, her flat and delicate belly were exposed, and the softness on her chest was about to emerge, making the young man with clear eyebrows and eyes blushing, which was breathtaking and also attracted a lot of imagination.
Three thousand black hairs swayed in this empty city, forty iron cavalry suddenly stopped in front of Huarong Lane, horse hooves kicked up, voices neighed, the mane on the horse's back was as red as fire, and the murderous aura of the mercenaries on the fierce horse surged wildly.
"Ye Qingge is from my Lieyun Mercenary Group, and it is the Mercenary Association who will deal with it."
The man in a blue python robe sat on the iron cavalry, still moving as if he was a mountain. "Mr. Beiyue, do you want to stand on the opposite side of the Mercenary Association? Or do you think our Mercenary Association is not scary and easy to bully?"
Tu Lieyun!
Qingge stood in a pool of blood, her light white soft boots dyed with a scarlet color of blood.
She raised her eyes and looked at Tu Lieyun's face was expressionless, but her aura was not inferior to that of the Northern Yue Emperor. Behind him, Asuka bent her legs and placed her elbows freely on her bent knees. Her fingertips gently touched her temples, and she slightly slanted her side.
Although her brain and skin are dark, her wild color and heroic spirit between her eyebrows are as good as men, and her beards must be lying on her!
"Captain Tu, Ye Qingge is Princess Anguo of Beiyue, who was born by General Beiyue. When did he become a member of the Mercenary Association?"
Emperor Beiyue was furious, "Ye family Qingge used fierce means to harm the princess of foreign countries, and even more cruelly killed the princes of Beiyue's current dynasty. What's the use of such a traitorous person? Beiyue Yangyang, etiquette
Bang, the prince is still guilty of the same crime as the common people. How could she, Ye Qingge, jump out of the law?”
"I didn't know that Beiyue's generation of wise kings was so thick-skinned, which was simply incredible."
The sound of the spring breeze sounded, the blood wolf roared to the moon, under the night sky, the stars shone brightly in half the sky, four blood wolf roared, above the bamboo pride, the man was noble and elegant, and his evil eyes were charming
Among them is unknown blood and purgatory.
He sat above the nine heavens, overlooking a land, evil and indifferent, smiling and silent.
Emperor Beiyue and everyone looked up. The man on Zhujiao was so noble and handsome. He was obviously the emperor of Beiyue, but in front of this young and charming man, his aura was half weak.
Like a jumping clown.
"Ming Qianjue, will your hand in the Colosseum stretch too long?" Bei Yue Emperor clenched his hands tightly and said angrily.
"Don't you know that my Colosseum has no other advantage. It's just that this hand has always been very long, and you can stretch as long as you can." The man on Zhujiao chuckled and said.
As soon as these words came out, some people watching the fun on the street almost laughed out loud, but no one dared to joke with the emperor Beiyue so proudly, so they had to hold it in.
Emperor Beiyue's face looked extremely ugly, so dark that it seemed like ink was dripping from the eyes. The light of thunder and lightning was lingering in the dark night.
"It seems that my Nanhuang's hand has been stretched longer."
On the south side, above the black horse, the man in a blue shirt is elegant and gentle with a gentle smile on the corners of the eyebrows and eyes.
Mu Qi smiled and looked at the Northern Yue Emperor and said.
Behind him, Mu Yingying followed him along a slightly petite horse.
The Northern Moon Emperor lowered his eyes, and five thousand dead soldiers formed a wall behind him, as solid as a rock, as solid as a golden soup, and had an impeccable posture.
"Uncle Seven Emperors, do you want to play with me?" Emperor Beiyue said coldly.
"It's not just the emperor who is sucking at one foot. How can there be no such lively place like this? "A man in a robe with red walls and green tiles, and a man in a robe with a colored brocade robe stood on the other side, behind him.
They were two dark guards wearing masks with awesome auras.
The man's eyes were dull and melancholy, and the crabapple in his robe seemed to be in full bloom, embellishing the night with a charming charm.
The Beiyue Emperor's heart suddenly jumped, as if a cold air rose up from the soles of his feet and rushed into the sky spirit cap, making him dazzling.
At this point, his limbs were cold and suddenly realized that before he knew it, many people were involved behind the waste that used to be.
Ye, Mo, Xiao Beiyue’s three major families, the Colosseum, the Mercenary Association, and even the two kingdoms of Dongling and Nanhuang.
After the death of the King of Bei Tomb, the relationship between Beiyue and Xixun became increasingly tense. He had to focus on the relationship with Dongling and Nanhuang, but now, for Ye Qingge, the old emperor of Nanhuang loved the most.
His younger brother, the Seventh Emperor Uncle, and the future monarch of Dongling, Dongling Cod, were all with him.
Because of Ye Qingge, the political structure he had worked hard to manage for many years was ruined.
The Northern Yue Emperor regretted that he did not kill Qingge before his wings were full, and he should not have allowed her to thrive and develop to such an uncontrollable level now.
On Qingge, he seemed to see the extraordinary war god who was galloping on the battlefield back then.
When he was a child, the person he admired the most was Ye Jingfeng, such a strong and loyal man. He saw with his own eyes how Ye Jingfeng was born and died, but when he ascended the throne, everything changed.
He is the king and he is the minister.
How can a king blindly worship his ministers? (To be continued)