For a Prosperous World

He hasn't been here for two years, and he doesn't know if the place has changed, and the man is still absent.

His eyes fell on Sinan on the side of the car, it should already be right here.

Far away, a small village built mostly of stone appeared in the sight of the army, and the general raised his hand to stop the army.

On a remote path, stepping on the boots of the collar made a muffled sound, and a backpack was carried on the back, and the armor on his body brought the nails into collision.

I walked across the path, and he stood before the two huts. The door was closed and there was no one in the courtyard.

However, there are still herbs in the courtyard and half of the firewood just approved, indicating that there are still people living here.

The young general stretched his hands on the fence on the courtyard wall, patted him, but he did not meet, he was about to leave.

I originally wanted to meet some old people.

The army cannot stay too long, otherwise it will delay the fighter.

I unpacked the bag behind me, and inside the bag was a pack of blank paper.

Xun was preparing to pack his suitcase with stones in front of the courtyard, but a voice came from behind him.

"you are?"

Wu Huo went to the hospital and looked back.

I saw Duanmu Qing carrying half a basket of herbs and holding a sickle in his hand.

It looks like he just came back with medicine.

"Girl Qing, I haven't seen you in a long time." He smiled slightly and greeted Duan Muqing.

He looks much more calm now than the young man two years ago.

Wu Duanmuqing asked in doubt, half a ring, thinking of the person in front of him, with some surprise.

"General Huo, you, why are you here?"

"Oh." Huo went to the sick, holding the bag in his hand, and said, "The army line is passing by here, so I want to come and see."

He said that he looked behind Duanmu Qing, but he couldn't help seeing that person, and he had some regrets in his heart.

But then smiled in relief.

"Please ask Girl Qing to give this to Girl Gu. There are still a few things to do next, so let's go first."

He said he gave the bag to Duan Muqing and left slowly.

Xuan Duanmu Qing took the bag, and looked at it suddenly with confusion, and walked in a hurry to get sick, until he disappeared into sight.

Fu Huo got out of the path when he was sick, turned over his warhorse, and pulled the reins.

The horse's hoof kicked a few times on the yellowstone slab and turned around.

He wanted to see the person again, but since he didn't see him, he should leave.

He who marched at him didn't know when he didn't go in the desert, but it was better to worry less.

为何 Why did he march?

I may just hope that when the next generation or someone mentions him, the name mentioned should be a general Huo Quyi, not a rich and rich Huo Quyi.

Maybe, he just felt that he should let the banner stand in the desert, he should let the Xiongnu not be Yanshan, and he should let the Hans expand their territory.

If he is a general, he should naturally do what the general should do. No other reason is needed.

The mule was riding on horseback, and Huo Quyi put on his helmet.

In front of Wu's eyes was Wu Wu's desert, he said as if asking himself.

"If justice is not done, why is it private?"

After I finished speaking, he thought for a moment, urging the horse to leave, and ran in the direction of the army.

Huo Qi ’s general Huo went to the sick, and everyone in the future knew that one of them led eight hundred riders into the desert, that one retreated from the Huns, and that one was named Wolf.

But no one knows what the young general thought when he led the army and rushed into the vast desert of yellow sand.

He drove his horse across the desert, Huo Qubing seemed to see something, and looked sideways.

On a hillside in the distance, there seemed to be a person sitting.

The man was dressed in gray clothes and sat there with a roll of bamboo slips in his hands. The hair tied behind him was blown light by the wind.

Wu Huo went to the hospital with a smile and looked back.

"Drive!"

The horseshoe speeded up a bit more.

Later, Shuo Fang never saw any army passing by the village.

Gu Nan compiled the paper brought by Huo Qubing into more than ten empty books.

The paper at this time has not been improved by Cai Lun, and there are still some difficulties in writing, but the advantages are smaller and more convenient. If it was like bamboo slips and waited until Gu Nan finished writing what she wanted to write, I'm afraid it won't fit in a few cars.

Occasionally in the village I can hear the Han Chinese who are talking about business gossiping with each other.

In the second year of Yuan Yuankang, Huo Qu became ill and attacked Hexi as a general of Qiangqi. He drove the Huns for a long time and broke the evil in the autumn of the same year. Han take Hexi, the Xiongnu tragedy: "Lost me Qilian Mountain, so that my six animals will not die, and loss of me Zhishan, make my married woman colorless."

After four years of Yuan Yuan hunting, Huo Quyi and Wei Qing each led 50,000, went deep into Mobei, went north two thousand miles, crossed the Hou Mountain, crossed the Bow River, and wiped out thousands of enemies. Killed to the wolf dwelling, in this mountain line to sacrifice the day, to Guyan Mountain held a ceremonial ritual of ritual, drinking Ma Hanhai. All the way north, there is no king court in the south.

Shi Ji Ji battles of his life: Zhiqu Sai, Guang Henan, Po Qilian, Tongxi Kingdom, Beihu.

For thousands of years in the annals of history, there are few who can hope for it.

Chang'an flowers are exhausted, and the sound of stepping horses is not heard.

After the return of the army, the city of Chang'an seemed quiet, and the horseshoe sound when the army returned may be too loud.

Just after a rain in Wucheng, the breeze swept away, and the road was much clearer.

水滴 Water droplets are still falling on the eaves on both sides ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The standing water is stepped on by passers-by.

In a room, a young man was lying on a bed with pale lips.

There is still a cloud in the sky, and the light falling into the room is dim, making the room a little more dim.

The young man's bed had a suit of armor hanging on it. The cold iron piece on the armor was covered with light, and a sword was worn around his waist.

The young man on the bed coughed the doctor. He didn't have the strength that young people should have, but was weak.

It was as if the cough was about to give him all the strength. He lay a little in the bed for a while, and his breath was relieved by half a breath.

He turned his head to look at the bedside, and there was a Sinan on the bedside. The young man smiled slightly and stretched out his hand and flicked it slightly.

Jian Sinan was spinning, spinning, and finally stopped, pointing to the north.

The young man's hand dangled down on the side of the bed.

After six years in Yuanyuan, Huo went to the hospital and died.

In a small building in Chang'an, an artist put down his pen.

展开 On the picture scroll in front of him is a female picture. The woman on the picture is light-eyed, holding a wine bottle and sitting in the snow, as if inviting wine with Fang Feixue.

The painting technique and style of painting are unique, and there are many differences from the paintings of this life.

The painter smiled. He painted it.

This painting is called Shuo Fang Nu, which is popular in the world.

He is not the body in the painting but has seen the person in the painting.

There are countless imitators who imitate paintings, but few of them succeed.

Wu Shuo Fang Nu, spreading the attitude of the country, the world is beautiful.