"The sunsets in the green garden, the morning dew is waiting for the sun to dry. The spring brings virtue and lushness, and all things are shining. I am always afraid that the autumn festival will come, and the flowers and leaves will fade. All rivers reach the east and the sea, when will they return to the west? If you don't work hard at a young age, you will be sad."

——The Long Song Xing in the Han Dynasty.

At the beginning of the New Year, everything is renewed. It happened to be a few spring rains. There was a green green area in the north and south of Longshan Mountain. Looking around, the grass grew and the warblers flew, and the mountain flowers were in full bloom. People at that time said that spring rain was as precious as oil. The frozen soil was also fluffy and softened under the nourishment of the silent spring rain. Every plow and rake was sticky like wax, thick as fat. It was like glue and paint. It was combed carefully by strong men and women, and the fields were towering.

"When the dew is gone, the farmer chants in the fields and the weaving woman is happy and she is wearing silk."

The Qiang people in the prison city have already plowed in spring. The terraced fields are in sequence, and they are moving backwards towards higher hills. The stream on the saka is gurgling, clear and clear. Holding it in the palm of your hand, holding it in your mouth, it is clear and sweet, and it is filled with the warmth of spring.

The sufferings of the cold winter and the frost are all hidden deep in the vitality under the pickaxe, just like hunger and thirst, like wolves and tigers. They are rushing up with all their strength.

One word, itchy.

Exhausted. After completing the final priest, Liu Bei and the jade returned to thistle, the queen with tears in her eyes, fell asleep on her neck.

It is hazy and faint. It is like a dead tree in spring, and it is like a new bud of a rotten tree. Under the skin, vitality is full of vitality. Finally, it is a desperate place to survive, and the worst comes. Even though I know itching, I cannot wake myself up no matter what. I fall asleep soundly between pain and itch, comfort and pleasure, half-wake, half-zeal, half-crazy, and half-crazy.

The clouds roll and the river flows eastward.

There is a saying that "a branch blooms alone, not spring, all flowers bloom all the flowers." "If you know the east wind, you will always have spring."

There are rumors. Eight days ago, a team of maids in the palace traveled thousands of miles to the mountain and went straight to the gate of the gate. From then on, the gate of Yunxia Palace was closed, and the gate of the gate of the gate fell. The guns, swords and trees were speared in the forest, and the tassels and helmets were like forests. Horses were placed in the south mountain.

Seeing that King Ji, who had always been diligent, stayed silent and did not leave. Only then did everyone realize that this matter was very important.

The girl who was lying in bed and resting also dressed up and stayed in bed. She was Zuo Cheng, Changshi and others, and communicated with news and comforted people's hearts.

Eight days passed. The second floor of Yunxia Palace was the bedroom, and then the curtains were rolled up and the windows were opened. The fragrance was filled with fragrance, refreshing the heart, and the whole city could be heard.

The Great Qin Sacrifice, Lin Xuan looked down at it. Said: "Everything is fine."

The officials in front of the palace are at last at ease.

King Ji is in charge of all people, so you must not make any mistakes.

Dunhuang, the mail of the spring.

Xuanquanyi, also known as "Chunquanzhi". In the previous Han Dynasty, Emperor Wu established the four counties of Hexi. "Quan" refers to a mountain spring not far from here. The spring water fell from a high place and hanged into the pond, so it was called "Chunquan". It was originally "Chunquan Pavilion", but during the Zhao Dynasty, it was changed to "Chunquanzhi", and now it was changed to "Chunquanzhi". It is now changed to "Chunquanzhi" on the important road of Hexi. It is a large-scale comprehensive mail that integrates letters, official letters, political letters, military orders, and reception of guests from time to time. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a post city.

Its main function is to deliver official documents and letters from "Yiqiqi" to the later generations. A brick of the "Search and Post Picture" was unearthed. On the bricks, galloping horses galloped high, and the cavalry held up the pass-through talisman to avoid slowing down due to checking the talisman at the level. Although the portrait was lifelike, the mouth of the cavalry was not painted. It means "closing his mouth like a bottle". This move not only cleverly demonstrates the importance of keeping the post secret, but also contrasts from the side that the Han Empire strictly controlled the Western Regions.

A monastery in the city.

A sudden colic in his lower abdomen. The Holy Fire Priestess Achiriya suddenly opened her eyes.

"Miss Master?" A faint smell of blood came from the tent, and the maid hurriedly got up to check it out.

"It's okay." Achilia comforted softly: "It should be a whim. Get a basin of hot water and don't disturb others."

"Here." The maid moved the mullet door and went to the bathroom to get water. Unscrew the faucet, and the hot water came on its own. Adjust the water temperature, and the maid quickly brought a basin of warm water.

Chinese-style washing is really convenient.

After cleaning, the maid wrapped her flax and put it in the tent. Then she put down the curtain and returned to the bathroom, poured the red blood from the basin into the toilet. She was busy and tired. She fell asleep after getting tired.

Akilia was still sleepless. In her dream, the burning flames and antlers were so clear.

"The red deer flame horns, the three-legged black." Aqiliya's eyes were brilliant and passed away in a flash: "This time I go to Dazhen Pass, I will definitely encounter something."

Two days later, Liu Bei woke up from a big dream. He thought that he would take the effort of a meticulous farming and working hard. When his back was sore, his back was sore, and his body was exhausted. Unexpectedly, when he woke up, he was fierce, and he was swollen. His heart was bright and his eyes were bright, and his spirit was as rich as jade. Before the old power was exhausted, new power had already emerged. It was like a enlightenment and enlightenment.

Since the beginning of spring, Andrea and others, who suffered from the torture of "Aphrodite's Nightmare", woke up as early as the day after the "Praise of Life" ceremony. They were also full of energy and looked forward to their bodies. The appetite was wide open, and their appetites were greatly boosted. They ate and slept soundly, and then went to the bathtub to wash away their fatigue. All physiological functions not only reached the peak, but also made progress. From then on, they cursed and immunized to the goddess.

The most important thing is different from the forefathers who stifled their partners. The "praise" from Liu Bei makes the faith puzzle of female warriors more complete. The soul bond bursting out from divinity also makes the relationship with Liu Bei stronger. The bond born from faith has long surpassed the secular emotional connection.

A new life has been quietly nurtured in the queen's belly that has achieved her wish.

The Qilin of the Tian family was infected with severe poison and the reproduction of the offspring was restarted again.

The vines are flourishing, and the melons are blooming. A hundred children are just around the corner.

The Ji Palace urgently needs guarding. Andrea and others did not dare to neglect them. They gathered for a few days, then bid farewell and set off for the east.

Although they come and go in a hurry, their momentum is very different and their appearance is new. The essence, energy, spirit, and capsules are full and full.

The fetus was secretly knotted and successfully conceived.

There are also the fifty-six concubines of the Western Regions. Soon after, they were sent by the princess one after another.

By the way, some people are happy and some are sad.

First, I heard that the coalition forces had retreated, and then I heard that King Ji was in seclusion.

The 36 tribes of Za Qiang, who thought they had found a good opportunity, finally couldn't stand it and wanted to raise an army to advise.

Maiji Valley.

A team of Qiang cavalry, thousands of people, were moving forward in a difficult situation in the mud of snow.

The person who is the leader is Jujuqiu and Dianwu.

By crossing the Maiji Valley and entering the narrow road of the Wei River, you can follow the long-desolated pre-Qin path, quietly pass between Dazhen Pass and Dasan Pass, and reach Chencang.

"Where has the front team been?" The spring is warm and the ice is melting, and the valley is muddy and difficult to move. Dianwu, who was eager to escape from the dangerous place, asked from time to time.

"The vanguard has arrived at the ruins of Fengshiguan." A scout replied.

"Is there anyone in Guanxu?"

"There are indeed several hunters. When they see a large group of people, the old and weak will jump into the mountains." The scout replied, "Only two brothers are left, one long and one short, one red and one black. We are holding it."

Seeing that the sun was going west, Dianwu said, "Don't kill indiscriminately, and do not set fire. We will camp in Guanxu Hunting Village tonight."
Chapter completed!