Crazy Concubine is very sturdy

Chapter 598 The Grand Finale (29)
And this matter, after a certain man happily beat him up, it was considered to be over.

Naturally, the premise is that he snatched his daughter back.

But today, when Zhan Beilie went to sea to command the battle, her daughter was snatched away again?
Involuntarily, Leng Xia thought of what Master Qinglong Temple said, half of his son...

Leng Xia sighed.

I saw a certain child pouted and weakly pointing fingers: "My sister crawled over by herself..."

Leng Xia looks at the sky.

Before she collapsed here, Seventeen continued to say: "Sister is so domineering, she won't let anyone get close to second uncle..."

Leng Xia pounded the table.

Well, this girl is indeed her and Zhan Beilie's child. In this respect, she looks very much like her father, full of possessiveness, and in another respect, she also resembles Zhan Beilie. If you like it, you can do it quickly and ruthlessly!
It's only been more than six months, and I've made a decision on...

The sissy smile on one side trembled wildly, Leng Xia glared viciously, and asked gloomily, "Where's Tuoba?"

The smile stopped immediately, Hua Qian glanced at her sadly, snorted coldly and twisted her fingers: "That man actually said to go to a duel with Ah Xuan! In a fit of rage, I ran away from home... Oh no!"

The long and narrow pupils are winking, and the smile is sincere and innocent: "My family is worried about you, so come and see!"

Leng Xia ignored him lazily, and had already foreseen the tragedy of the Great Qin God of Wealth.

Mo Xuan doesn't seem to know kung fu. A strong man with strong martial arts is looking for a duel with a helpless little boy. She narrowed her eyes gloatingly: "Tsk tsk tsk..."

"Ah!"

Thousands of miles away, a strong man kicked open the door of the royal study room of the palace, and when he rushed in, he was beaten up. After the beating, all the guards in the palace couldn't catch him. The abacus was broken, and the little boy who didn't know what was going on sneezed viciously.

His face was bruised and bruised and throbbed in pain, he hissed and gritted his teeth while lying on the bed and said, "Don't let me catch you!"

Now a certain God of Wealth, his head is full of refreshing images of skinning the tall man and cramping, so he naturally doesn't know, but after he captured Tuoba Rong, he got...

Still a fat beating!
Of course, these are all later stories.

But at this time, Leng Xia looked at the charming appearance of the flower girl, that seductive face with a spring smile, her eyes flickering, the rippling spring light inside made her goosebumps wrinkle, she knew that this person was obviously arrogant.

woo-

There was a sharp siren sound outside the tent, and shouts came again.

Xiao Shiqi pursed his lips unhappily. At the age of five, he already understood the meaning of the swearing. Although he didn't seem to care when he saw his mother, his heart was still gloomy, and he was full of bird-like anger.

Leng Xia stroked his soft hair, and embraced his son by his side.

The voice is soft: "I won't be cursing for long, so I'll listen to some of them now, some of them are quite creative."

With a puff, a certain child laughed.

Rubbing to Leng Xia's side, lying on her lap, his little head nodded obediently.

A gust of fragrant wind hit her face, Hua Qian poked her head over, stared at her curiously, and asked wonderingly, "You really don't mind?"

What Miss Hua said was that she was angry and ran away from home. The long-standing friendship is also true. The tip of her heart suddenly became warm and soft like a ball of cotton. Knee comforted her with childish actions, the friend in front of him smiled meanly, but the concern and sincerity in his eyes could not be faked...

With family, friendship and love, she has everything, will she be troubled by a few gossips?
There was constant yelling outside, and it came along with the wind. She hooked her lips lightly, and her plump lips opened a brilliant arc. In the eyes of the flower girl who knew her well, that smile definitely represented danger. The signal made Hua Qian excited, and only from this smile, he had already foreseen the scene of Dong Chu's extreme joy begets sorrow.

She stretched her waist, and murmured slowly: "The winner is the one who laughs last, let Dongchu get excited now, when they cry..."

Dong Chu was indeed about to cry.

After the initial excitement passed, a few days of propaganda by the hidden guards was enough for everyone in the world to know the news. It turned out that it was not just their small place that had a miracle, but the miracles in the whole world. Everywhere, at the same time on a certain day.

There are bamboo slips hidden in the belly of the cow, hundreds of birds hovering on the lake, stone steles suddenly appear on the snow-capped mountains, forests spontaneously burn into ashes, and words are written on the shell of a giant turtle.

Such various methods are clearly the means of gods and men!

And without exception, these miracles all landed with a four-character ancient text, which is different in each place. There is a kind of law in it, which can be connected together to form a sentence. After all, four of the five sentences contain heavenly stems.

Born in Gengxin, fell in Wuji, rose up in Rengui, shook Bingding, and returned to one from all over the world.

Just like that, these twenty words, which are considered to be absolutely the will of God, have become the content that everyone ponders over and over again every day, from officials and talents to traffickers and pawns. Wei or Eastern Chu, everyone hopes to see through the secrets of heaven.

this day.

The peach is red and the willows are green, and the red sun is scorching.

In a teahouse in Bianrong, the capital city of Eastern Chu, where literati came forth in large numbers.

boom!
There was a loud noise, and finally someone slapped the desk and shouted loudly: "I finally got it! I got it!"

The teacup on a table was overturned, falling to the ground with the sound of porcelain, and the fragments splashed everywhere. Everyone in the room was horrified for a moment. Suddenly, someone understood what he meant, squeezed up, and asked eagerly: "Tell me, what do you mean?"

The man was over seventy years old, with a gray beard, holding an ancient book in his hand, and tremblingly closed it.

He was very excited, and his beard trembled: "There is an old saying that Geng is the gold of axes and axes, and Xin is the gold of jewelry. One yang and one yin, one hard and one soft, are the same as the west; It is the soil of the garden, and it belongs to the middle side; Ren is the water of rivers and rivers, Gui is the water of rain and dew, and it belongs to the north; Bing is the fire of the sun, and Ding is the fire of lamps and candles, and it belongs to the south.”

(End of this chapter)