Chapter 1004

Ye Mo, who was sitting in the chair, smiled softly, stood up in front of King Yan, and bowed slightly with his hands in front of him, as if thanking him. He stepped out, and the eight guards behind him followed him out.

Quietly, as if they had never been here before.

The whole body seemed to be out of strength, King Yan was soft on the chair, and before he had time to breathe, the guard who suddenly left turned back and said, "Your Majesty King Yan, please send 30,000 elites to the outside of the imperial city, The master is waiting there. This peacock feather is a gift from the master."

Respectfully placed the peacock feather on King Yan's table, and the standing guard took out the envelope and placed it on the table, saying solemnly, "I'll wait to leave."

"Let's go." Looking bitterly at a peacock feather on the table, King Yan struggled to sit up and picked up the envelope. Looking at the Qing Jun font on it, it only read to His Majesty King Yan. After opening the envelope, there were only a few a few strokes. The world will be in chaos, please keep your troops and defend the city. At the place where the pen was written, only the word Ye Mo was written.

The world will be in chaos, this person... Did he ask him to withdraw all the troops scattered on the border? How much credibility can Jiahai have? If the military power in the frontier is withdrawn, will the 30,000 elites they ask for will attack them at the same time? The credibility of Jiahai’s words is not high, but it must be believed!

"Yes, half of the troops are taken back, and the other half is still guarding. Even if Jiahai's troops come, they will still be able to resist for a while. It's okay..." Wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, King Yan realized that his palm had long since been released. Wet from sweat, I swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Every time I saw the island owner, I was under so much pressure.

Of course, if Feng Qingge was here, he would definitely complain. What kind of pressure is this? He can't say a word. This guy is ordered not to speak at all. If he wanted to make it easy for him to speak, he roasted his little mouse. , guaranteed to make this guy scream.

Ye Mo's temperament was originally tepid. When communicating with this suspicious Yan Wang, there was no need to speak. Every movement made the seated person uncomfortable. The elite of 30,000 people only need to sit and drink tea, which is quite good.

The temple fair in the Yan Kingdom is quite luxurious. If a temple fair is held elsewhere, it is definitely a temporary construction. Once it is used, the stage will be dismantled, and all the things related to the temple fair will be removed and restored to its original form. The original look. But don't worry about that at all here. A whole street, looking around, is the venue of the temple fair, like a long dragon, running through the Yuelao Temple, restaurants, teahouses and other places. People who perform acrobatics, talk big plays, play and sing, all have their own platform. As long as you have this ability, you can go on stage without asking for money, and anyone who wants to play can do it. And for the performers at the temple fair, you can also go to collect silver.

The attached red lanterns are covered with notes. In addition to guessing the words, they are couplets. The hanging kites are upside down on the ancient trees. There are wooden stakes in the pool below, and the water only reaches the knees. The men and women walking on the wooden stakes walk together, from low to high wooden stakes, spinning back and forth, some are far away, some are within reach, as long as they are accurate and stable, they can walk to the highest platform. , take down the big kite hanging from the top of the tree. It is also possible to tie the marriage belt of Qiu to a branch, which is closer to the sky, so that the people above can see their hearts.

"Want to play?" Looking at the men and women on the stake, up and down, holding the woman they like, and walking with the marriage rope, after a while, the people above fell off, and some seriously turned their faces. When leaving, some just laughed, stepped back on the place where they fell, tied the marriage rope to the branch, jumped down and pulled the woman's hand away.

Reaching out to Mu Cangyun's waist, Feng Qingge leaned into his ear and said with a laugh, "Of course... let's go!" Using her waist, Feng Qingge directly sent Mu Cangyun out in front of her.

Staggering out of the crowd, Mu Cangyun, who almost lost his footing, hurriedly stretched out his hand and patted it on the stake. Only then did he barely stand on his feet. This girl made him almost fall at the starting point.

Taking the marriage rope from the side, Feng Qingge held a writing brush, writing her name in pain on the two-finger-thick ribbon, unable to laugh or cry. Feng Qingge's song words were written just like Mo Tuan. When he wrote the three words of Mu Cangyun, that one word of Mu gave Feng Qingge a headache. The dots are completely fused together, which is not auspicious no matter how you look at it.

Pulling another marriage rope, Feng Qingge rushed to Mu Cangyun's side with a brush in hand, stepped on the stake and said, "Hey, Mu Cangyun, write it, I'm too ugly."

Taking advantage of the situation, he snatched the rope with the words written on it from Feng Qingge's hand, Mu Cangyun frowned, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's been so long, even my surname is wrong? Mu Cangyun, Tomb Cangyun, you What does this write? Feng... Mo Tuan, Mo Tuan?"

"Your uncle's ink ball can't be stunned!" Well, it was she who lost. I really don't know how these ancient people clenched the brush and used the tip of the pen to write such beautiful characters. She When this hand fell, she wanted to poke a hole in the table, and the writing brush would be disobedient in her hand. Others can write dozens of words on a piece of paper. As for her... it's also dozens, but no more than three at the beginning. What a miserable realization this is!

Mu Cangyun laughed even more, picked up the brush in Fengqing Singer, and smiled helplessly: "It's not written like this, look it up, next time I'll take your hand and teach you how to write." He holds the red in his left hand. The ribbon, the right hand picks up the pen and writes quickly, the elegant font jumps on the ribbon, each stroke falls, the brush pauses, lifts the pen slightly, and falls vigorously and forcefully, walking like a dragon, only for a moment, the three Beautiful fonts have landed on it.

Wind Song.

Turning the brush in his hand, Mu Cangyun directly tapped Feng Qingge's forehead, and smiled softly, "Did you see it, write like this."

"You're courting death, dare to draw me, stand!" That sudden smile, coming against the sun, hit the heart at that moment. Feng Qingge's heart trembled fiercely, and before she could react, the person in front of her had already written and touched her forehead. The cold nib shattered all the tenderness. She grabbed the brush in Mu Cangyun's hand with her backhand, and stomped on the stake while holding her skirt.

Seeing the menacing Feng Qingge, Mu Cangyun hurriedly stepped forward and walked forward along the wooden stake, holding the ribbon with only three words Feng Qingge written on it, and said softly, "I No!"

"Pfft, I'm going to fight with you today, you can't say it!" This tone was exactly the same as when Qi Ling was coquettish, and Feng Qingge stepped on the stake. It's just that Mu Cangyun's figure is very fast, she has to weigh it before she dares to step forward, and when she sees the last stake, she smiles, no matter how much she runs, she can only get there!