Chapter 6909: Noble blood

"Wind did not pass, even the reasons are not given?" Ye Qian strangely asked:
Liu Mingshan’s head was white and he said:
Ask, but people are state studies. If you don’t take admission, you don’t accept it. Where will you give it?

At the end of the day, Liu Mingshan was weak and unwilling.
This can be!
Ye Qian’s heart rolled his eyes.
Well, state studies do have this confidence!
Especially in the face of Liu Mingshan and Ye Qian, who are not deeply educated.
Ye Qian’s eyes flashed a splendid color and asked him:
I know who is the opponent of Donghe Village?

"The military has not come yet, where can know the opponent, but it is estimated that these two days, what happened, you know?"
Liu Mingshan said, his eyes are getting more and more weird, and he is not stupid. Since his own cheap disciple said this, there must be speculation.
"You mean Nanhe Village?" Liu Mingshan asked, moving.
"If nothing unexpected, it should be!" Ye Qian nodded. "But, I will ask you the little trick you have caught..."
Speaking of this, Ye Qian told Wang Chengcai about the reform of the fruit-breaking war, and said to Liu Mingshan, and then Ye Qian said: "This time it should be a joint war between the military and the state, and Wang Chengcai. It’s normal to know the inside information in advance. He was born in Nanhe Village. It’s impossible to take care of the next one. If it’s not the case, it’s just a battle of the Taiwanese. You can’t see Nanhe Village sent someone to inquire about the news. In fact, we have two villages. The general strength knows that there is no need to understand too detailed. Anyway, it is one-on-one. It’s just that this time it’s changed, it’s not the same. They need to understand thoroughly and win the beautiful.

Ye Qian paused, mysteriously smiled and asked: "Want to see Nanhe Village lose, especially in front of Wang Chengcai?"
Liu Mingshan rolled his eyes and said: "The nonsense, dreaming, but now the day is still not black, I can't dream in the daytime. According to your statement, we won too little, and Wang Chengcai took care of him. He learned this in the state again. For a long time, just a few tricks, enough for us to accept!"
No Ye Qian smiled and the voice softened. "If I helped you win him, how can you thank me?"
Liu Mingshan gave Ye Qian a big white eye and said: "Just kidding, your talent is really good. But it has not been cultivated at all, and the military book and actual combat are completely different. If you can win him, ride my neck around the village. The circle is all."
Ye Qian’s voice became softer and softer.
That’s how we gamble. If it’s really an opponent in Nanhe Village, if I win Nanhe Village, you will not go to the army for the time being, go to the state with me, how?

Even if you lose, you really go to the state, I am willing to go! Liu Mingshan’s heart, a flash of gratitude in his eyes, even if his old man had discussed with this cheap disciple, now that the face is raised, Liu Mingshan still feels comfortable.
After all, he followed, nominally a servant, and it was too hard to hear.
If you lose your gambling now, it is not the same to say it.
Liu Mingshan grinned and said: "Bet, why not gamble. If you can win Wang Chengcai at your current age, even if you are lucky - don't say ten years, I will not lose money when I sell my life to you..."
As for the loss, naturally, all the rest, he Liu Mingshan did not go to Chengzhou to win the fruit fight, this time lost the fruit, the young disciple of this old disciple participated in it, lost the game, where else Have the opportunity to go to the state.
He naturally passed the year and went from the army.
Ye Qian heard his eyes, his eyes were bent, and he had to deal with a group of small children. He would lose. It was a big joke.
......
When Ye Qian came out of the house of Master Liu Haotian, the moon had climbed into the sky, and the white halo was covered with several layers of transparent silk, blurred but somewhat bright.
Although it was already late, Ye Qian did not go home. He carried a pack of meat cooked by his wife. He was taken home to prepare the filial piety of Zhao’s mother.
In the past few years, Ye Qian’s care in the Zhao family has always been a bit emotional.
Zhao family did not have a cheap Master's family. When he seldom had meat, he was the son of Zhao's family. Every time Liu Haotian's family eats meat, he will let Ye Qian bring a meat to Zhao.
Strolling on the quiet stone road, breathing in the air with cool eyes at night, Ye Qian’s heart is surprisingly quiet.
Perhaps, in the future, there will be very few opportunities to enjoy such peace of mind, pure water-like tranquility.
However, this is his choice. His life can occasionally enjoy such tranquility, but only occasionally.
Seeking the road to cultivation, this must be brave and progressive.
Some things, some moods, adjustments are needed, can't make yourself too relaxed.
Unknowingly, Ye Qian walked out of the village and saw the Nanhe Village, which was hoisted on the umbrella-shaped pine tree on the left side of the village entrance.
An eleven-year-old boy!
Under the faint moonlight, the thin body swayed slightly in the wind, the small face full of sludge was mixed with purple-black blood clots, and the pale green pupils that were lifeless and silent looked at Ye Qian without any fluctuations.
Ye Qian came under the pine tree, and a small knife appeared in his hand. Ye Qian cut off the sling. Throwing the meat in his hand to the juvenile, Ye Qian leaned against the pine tree and sat on the ground, looking at the waning moon in the sky, saying: "There is food inside, take it by yourself."
The boy did not see the weak sample that had been shackled for half a day after being encircled. The eyelids rushed to the pack of meat. The mouth of the mouth was bitten with a piece of paper wrapped in food, and he gasped and gasped.
Ye Qian looked at the moon and asked: "You are not in Nanhe Village. Why do you help Wang Chengcai to do things?"
The young boy of Nanhe Village, Ye Qian has seen all the fruits through the fruit-breaking battles in the past few years. For him, drinking water is as common as eating.
What's more, through the clues of this boy, Ye Qian can also judge this.
As for Wang Chengcai, Ye Qian just wants to swindle this boy, isn't it, Ye Qian doesn't know.
He is now incarnate and has no fighting ability at all. This time he can only rely on wisdom to pass.
Through the state assessment, he is the method that he can get the court order recently.
The voice of the teenager chewed, and then the chewing sound became more and more rapid.
Ye Qian smiled and said: "Nanhe Village is over six years old. I have seen teenagers under the age of 12, without you. Anyway, I am bored, I guess. You have a mud on your face, but you are careful. If you look at it, your face has a very obvious character of the bitter cold of the Northeast, especially your pale green pupil. In my Xian Qin, only the people in the bitter cold of the Northeast will have..."
In these years, Ye Qianke has not been idle. Through the information network of the person Tu Haotianzhang, he knows a lot about the customs and customs of the Xianqin mainland.
The sound of chewing behind him was gradually getting smaller, and Ye Qian’s face was more ridiculous. Then he said:
While the clothes on your body are smashed and dirty, the material is the sapphire that can be used by the aristocrats in the northeast. Gorgeous and thick, the insulation effect is very good, can not give people a feeling of half-flowing and elegant, is prevalent in the bitter cold of the Northeast, not rare here..."
The sound of chewing behind him has completely disappeared. Ye Qian continued: "The northeastern Xiongguan has been broken for four years. Most of the bitter cold places in the northeast have fallen into the hand of the barbarian iron horse. The countless nobles of the immortal family who have been annihilated by the genocide are countless. Because there is no family inheritance, I can't get the court to admit it, lose the aristocratic identity, and live in the folk..." After a pause, Ye Qian turned and looked at the boy with tears and asked: "Which are you?" Blood?"
The youngsters shed tears and looked straight at Ye Qian.
Nothing was said, the boy bowed his head and silently continued to hold the meat in his hand. The crystal clear tears reflected the pale moonlight, and kept dribbing down the chin.
Ye Qian sighed slightly, turned around and looked at the moon. "Tell me your name. How do I say that I have given you a lot of food? I don't even know your name. Is it too bad?" ?"
"佟雪女,人冬佟, snowy snow, lady's daughter..."
Hearing words, Ye Qian’s eyes leaped, and the voice of the young man was so hoary that he would die on the wood.
Ye Qian smiled and said: "This is not the name of a man..."
As he spoke, Ye Qian’s face became strange and the voice became smaller and smaller.
Turning around, Ye Qian took the boy in an incredible way.
The snow-skinned woman swallowed the meat in her mouth and calmly said: "I am not a man..."
The voice was as hoarse as it was just now, lined with her little face and thin body.
Ordinary people have met, fearing that they will feel sad and sympathetic.
Ye Qian did not, I have seen people who have heard too many miserables than the Snow Maiden. This way can be practiced and prayed. His grief and heart are few, depending on the mood.
Ye Qian was silent for a while and said: "You used to have some old things in your house. Why don't you look for them, even if you don't have family credentials, say something about your family, presumably they can distinguish clearly."
The snow-skinned woman shook her head and said nothing. She only looked down at the meat.
Ye Qian’s heart sighed and asked:
Is there any plan in the future?

Yan Xue female looked at Ye Qian hesitantly, swallowed the remaining meat in her hand, climbed to another pine tree and studied, sitting in the palm of her hand, holding her knees, and the snow-haired woman looked up at the dead moon road: "Is it going to die? Is it counted? I always hope to die, how good it is to die, but the hatred of my mother and my brothers and brothers, I dare not go see them..."
Ye Qian silently, for a long time: "How do you plan to take revenge?"
The snowy woman's lips are close together, half awkward, bowing her head, saying: "I don't know, I want to find someone who can avenge me, but I can't find it..."
Ye Qian asked: "So you have found Wang Chengcai, a disciple of the state school, and there will always be a day to go to the bitter cold of the Northeast."
The snow-skinned woman shook slightly, with a little coolness, and smiled lightly: "I really want to find Wang Chengcai, but after a few days of observation in Nanhe Village, I gave up. Wang Chengcai is not the one who will promise. In fact, it is my hope. Yes, I have nothing, nothing, who will promise..."