"Yiting, what you like doesn't necessarily mean that others like it too. The world's military marshals may not be rare at all." The wind poured snow and sighed. Yin Kuang, do you want to be a hero? Be the best hero in the world? Be the grand marshal of the world's military forces? Qiu Yi Ting turned to Yin Kuang and asked. But the child seemed to be silly and looked at him blankly, not knowing how to answer. Yin Kuang, would you like to be the best hero in the world? Would you like to compete with Tawar for the world's military forces? Feng Qingxue also asked him gently. Willing! I want to be the best hero in the world! I want to defeat Tawar and win the world's military forces! Somehow, the child answered Feng Qingxue. OK! Such a talented person deserves to be my disciple of Qiuyi Pavilion! Qiu Yi Ting praised. Feng Qingxue looked away and sighed softly. Twenty years later, will the Tawar of Munro compete with this child? Competing for the title of the best in the world? Returning to his senses, there was only one person in front of Qiuyi Pavilion, who was breaking a peach blossom and putting it on the strings of the piano. Yiting, why did you come to Hangzhou this time? "Qingling, I thought you didn't want to know at all." "A man like you would not appear in this land of Hangzhou for no reason." Feng Qingxue looked at him. Qiuyiting smiled and looked at her deeply, "Qingxue, why do you always know so well?" Feng Qingxue looked at the peach blossom on the harp and did not answer. I came to Hangzhou this time to settle the king of Anjun. Qiuyiting doesn't care either. King of Anjun? Feng Qingxue frowned and suddenly understood, "Did An Yong commit a crime?" "Prince An took bribes, cut off his title, demoted to Hangzhou, and never participated in politics!"! This is the emperor's will. Qiu Yi Ting made a light statement. Corruption and bribery? More than that, I suppose? As a prince, he was bribed,stainless steel edge trim, and the emperor either turned a blind eye to it or gave him a warning, but he cut his title, demoted him to Hangzhou, and never participated in politics. Let him be an idler with the name of a prince, and sent someone to settle him. I think he must have done something else. That's why the emperor was so hard to deal with him. If it weren't for the fact that he was the last heir of King An, "I'm afraid the emperor would have beheaded him!" Feng Qingxue picked up the peach blossom on the harp and pulled it one by one. I heard that he was involved in many cases in the Ministry of Punishment, but the heaviest one was that he hired a murderer to assassinate Prince Yi! Qiu Yi Ting looked at the falling red road between her fingers. Assassinate Prince Yi? How dare you! Feng Qingxue murmured,tile profile factory, "King An is a hero. I can't imagine that his only two sons are like this, can I?" "I have been ordered to build a palace for King Anjun in Hangzhou. It will be completed in ten or twenty days, and then I will take you back to Beijing." Qiu Yi Ting held her hand and wouldn't let her pull the petals any more. This palace must be different, right? But Feng Qingxue smiled and said, with an unfathomable mockery. No, this is a palace, the emperor wants him to spend the rest of his life here safely, and also wants Hangzhou to be quiet. Qiuyi Pavilion Road. No wonder the emperor sent you here. The peace of the two sides depends on you. Feng Qingxue stood up and brushed off the remaining red. Qingling, do you want to see him? Qiu Yiting asked, after all, it was her brother. No need. The dead come back to life. Don't frighten him. Feng Qingxue did not look back to leave, Lampei had come to hold her, standing in the garden full of spring flowers, china tile trim ,stainless steel tile edging, it is a "servant to help Jiao powerless", looking at the autumn pavilion behind him. On the evening of the second day of April. The clear night is dust-free, the moonlight is like silver, and the good wind is like water. Second Childe, go into the house. The deer said to the autumn that had been sitting under the peach tree in the courtyard for a day. The snow has been gone for twenty days. Qiu Yiyao said softly. Childe, we can go to find the princess! Qiu Tongdao. Qiu Yiyao, however, ignored them. He just took out the jade flute from his sleeve and stroked the little blood stains on it. He had never touched the flute since the snow left. Tonight, he suddenly wanted to play the flute. He wanted to play the song "Qingling Moon" very much. Childe.. Qiu Tong intuitively tried to stop him, but the sound of the flute had already started. This time, "Qingling Moon" is different from that day when the wind and snow were playing together, it was sad and lingering, and those who heard it were heartbroken! "Wow!" In the middle of blowing, Qiu Yiyao suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which was all stained on the flute. Childe! Qiu Tong immediately went to draw the jade flute in his hand. Xiao has not been drawn out, Qiu Yiyao is a big mouthful of blood spit out, in an instant, the whole Xiao is already blood-red! "Childe!"! Why are you playing this song! Haven't you vomited enough blood? Qiu Tong said loudly, his voice was already crying. Childe! What's the matter with you?! The deer was frightened and cried, "If there is something wrong with the childe, what about the princess?"? But this time, Qiu Yiyao's blood seemed to be unable to stop, spitting out blood dyed the flute red, dyed the clothes red, as if to spit out all the blood in the body! "I'm all right. Don't worry." Qiu Yiyao comforted them, stood up, but his eyes were black, and then everything around him felt so far away, everything was so quiet and cold, as if he heard Qiu Tong's hoarse cry "Childe!" 。 But slowly all far away, can not hear, all the feelings are gone before, a face emerged in front of us. Pouring snow, will I never see you again? "Princess, look at this, the general called to send it!" The chrysanthemum hairpin is so happy that it pours down the snow path to the wind. Feng Qingxue, who was reading under the lamp, glanced up and saw a palm-sized white jade statue of Guanyin in the hands of a chrysanthemum hairpin. Does the general believe in Buddhism? Ask you to offer? The light way of wind and snow. No, Princess, take a closer look! The chrysanthemum hairpin held the jade statue in front of the wind and snow, so that she could see clearly. What's there to see? Guanyin statues are all the same, eh? Feng Qingxue's eyes fell on the jade statue and suddenly stopped. Princess, this looks like you,aluminum tile trim, doesn't it? The chrysanthemum hairpin saw the wind and snow and finally found out, and could not help laughing happily. It's kind of like that. Where did you buy it? Feng Qingxue took the jade statue and rubbed it carefully. The jade statue's eyebrows and eyes were five or six points similar to hers. I didn't buy it, I asked someone to carve it. 。 jecatrims.com