Carefree Path of Dreams

"Well, my wife is working hard!"

Zhang Han came out and licked some red eyes and said with emotion.

He is also in his twenties, wearing a Confucian shirt, but he is not a show, Tsing Yi, obviously has no fame, his cheeks are thin, and his days are stumbling.

At this time, I saw the eggs in my bowl, and the broth of the opposite wife. The chest suddenly became heavy: "I have been working for three years since I married you, but I have to work hard every day. I have not had a good day. It’s suffering you..."

When I held the chopsticks, I had to pick up the eggs in the past, but I was stopped by my wife’s gentle smile: "The eyebrows are not bitter, and it’s a great thing to say that the husband is studying!"

"I will be enough, you can eat more!"

Zhang Han insisted that he did not want to give both, but knew that his wife must be resolutely not.

At this time, I gave one, and I ate my own share under the watchful eyes of the wife. She finally laughed and began to eat eggs, which seemed to be a little sneak.

Perhaps, in her heart, this is happiness, right?

In this scene, Zhang Han’s eyes suddenly became sour and almost shed tears.

After breakfast, the eyebrows began to clean up the dishes, but Zhang Han was holding his hands and his eyes were somewhat blurred.

Well, my name is Zhang Han, the word repair, Yishan people, the family has ten acres of thin fields, several farmhouses, and a wife.

When I was young, my family was still acceptable. I asked the master to open a book. I finally started reading. After that, my brothers competed for production and separated. I was alone, but I only left this. I was too late to be a scholar. Jokes, livelihoods are gradually returning to poverty.

"Browse, you can rest assured, I will definitely be admitted to the show, let you live a good life!"

Zhang Han said, clenching his fist seems to be determined.

"Yes! I am waiting for the blessing!"

The busy wife is coming back, Wen Xiao smiles, and the eyebrows are all gentle and encouraging.

The status of ancient scholars is extraordinary. It can be seen that officials are not guilty, and they are exempt from servitude. Even the government will reward some fields. If it is outstanding in the county assessment, it will become a twin, and it will be able to issue a certain amount of money every month. It’s not easy to be rich and wealthy, but it’s easy to be a well-off family.

Of course, Zhang Han is a little nerdy, reading into the corner of the horn, and repeatedly tried.

Today, Zhang Han feels a little different. When he looks at his wife, he is busy going to the field and immediately goes over: "I will help you!"

"No, you are a scholar, how can you do these rough work?"

The eyebrows were very resistant, and they said something with fear.

"Then I will accompany you all the way!"

Zhang Han was forced to do so, can only say.

The husband and wife walked on the ridge, and the chill was heavier at this time. The leaves on the leaves next to the leaves were dewdrops, and some even had a slight frost.

Zhang Han folded a branch and waved a few times. It was not a rule, but the emptiness in the void was as if it would have been normal.

"Fu Jun, the autumn is cold, or go back earlier!"

The eyebrows carried the basket and gimmicks, and seemed to be worried: "Your body has not been very good..."

Zhang Han was very weak and sick, but it was true. Although there was not much thick clothing at this time, she did not feel much coolness. She smiled and took the hand of the eyebrow: "You can rest assured that the body is strong!"

Although it is just an ordinary relative movement, the eyebrows are also flying red flowers on the face, all the way to the ear: "No... No, it is not good if you are seen!"

Well, the ancient rituals are very strict, even if the husband and wife of the Ming media are doing this, they will still have a rumor, and this is enough to kill!

Zhang Han is a scholar. This is a natural understanding, but it is not loose: "Look at this, who is there?"

The young couple laughed and came from the field of the house.

After the eyebrows were working in the fields, Zhang Han had to help his hand several times. After being resolutely refused, he sat on a wooden stake on the edge of the field and flipped through the books he carried with him.

Along with the high sun, a drop of sweat will appear on the face and hands of the eyebrows and drip into the soil.

"Who knows the Chinese food, the grains are hard..."

Zhang Han shook his head, put down the book, and poured a bowl of tea to his wife: "The eyebrows rest, I will do it for you!"

"No! It will be alright!"

Even so, but the eyebrows smiled open, put down the work at hand, took over the tea bowl.

I was trying to say something about my own body. Suddenly, the screaming hooves broke the silence.

Step on! Step on!

In the distance, the end of the land and the sky, a few black spots emerged, and more and more, the nearby farmers and peasants met, are all goose geese, set in place.

Suddenly, a scream suddenly sounded: "The horse is coming, run!"

An old farmer called, just after two steps, he was chased by the knights behind him. The knife flashed, a skull flew up, blood squirted, and the body still ran forward a few steps. under.

"father!"

A strong man screamed and danced his head to the front: "God! I am fighting with you!"

call out!

It’s just that he is a normal farmer. His physical strength, skills, and weapons are all far from the stables. In the big laughter, he saw a ride, and the long knife opened the skull without any hindrance, directly smashing him into two. Cut off, a lot of blood and internal organs flow, the scene is terrible.

"Run!"

Other farmers and peasant women, when they saw this scene, finally woke up and ran to the village as a desperate.

"Ha ha..."

Ma Xiao laughed and drove the farmers, and occasionally rose up, killing a few behind, a leisurely look.

Even if there are hundreds of people in the whole village, they only have a few rides, but the difference in force is not compensated by the number of people, let alone chaos, so that the strong can not be assembled.

"go!"

Zhang Han holds the hand of Mei Niang, only to feel a cold, at this time, she can't take it all the way.

Why do they have two readers, a woman, and the pace is not very fast, immediately fell to the back, causing the horse to pay attention.

"Hey? That woman is good?"

A horse saw the eyebrows, his eyes lit up, and immediately drove immediately: "Haha... the scholar, your daughter-in-law will send me!"

"French! Go away! Don't worry about getting out!"

At this time, the face of the eyebrows showed a firm color, and Zhang Han was pushed.

"Do not!"

Zhang Han bit his teeth: "Don't ask for the same life, but seek to die together!"

"Cut, a good pair of dead, but unfortunately, the Lord will not fulfill you!"

The horse laughed and chased the back. It was just a fishing trip. The eyebrows were smashed on the horse, and the horse knife immediately slammed down.

"Fu Jun..."

In the screams of the eyebrows like Du Fu’s blood, Zhang Han’s face changed, his throat was sluggish, and his body moved early.

The moment the knife came to the body, he suddenly stooped, escaped the big disaster of the dagger, and the right hand flashed out, grabbed the horse's wrist, and it was a force. The horse screamed and the handle fell directly.

laugh!

Zhang Han single hand-held knife, a slight stroke, flashing a cold front like a moon in the air.

The horse's forehead showed a blood-red thin line that fell straight from the horse.

This knives and murders... It happened between the moments, and the stables in the rear still maintained a screaming posture, and they saw that the horse fell to the ground, and it was a loss of time.

"drive!"

Zhang Han jumped on the horse, took his wife, and reminded him.

The mount suddenly turned into a black wind, rushing to the stagnant stable behind.

"kill!"

He slashed with a knife, and the man borrowed horsepower, and he won the essence of riding the battle, as if a lightning bolt, suddenly a horse that was too late to react in half.

"what!"

The last few horses yelled and suddenly stepped forward: "Do you dare to kill us?"

"Humph!"

Zhang Han did not answer, but also a reins, the horse galloped, the knife and the light flashed, like the death of life, just in the blink of an eye, two people were fallen.

"Good man spares! Good man spares!"

Seeing this scene, the last horse suddenly became scared and turned around and turned away.

call out!

It didn't take long for the horse to run out. A black light flew out and fell into his vest. It was a steel knife.

The horse screamed and threw down the body on his back, running farther and farther.

"Call... Who knows big dreams, I know myself in my life!"

After killing the horses, Zhang Han stopped the horse, closed the knife, and looked at the beautiful people in his arms. His look was slightly complicated.

"Fu Jun...you..."

The eyebrows were scared by the previous changes, and the shock was undecided.

"Is also blinding my own memory? It's really the money!"

Zhang Han! No, this time it should be Fang Yuan, with a sigh of color on the face, and a finger in the eye.

"you……"

The eyebrows of the eyebrows overflowed with blood, and the face was puzzled. Obviously, I still didn't believe that this was what my husband had done, and the light in his eyes gradually faded.

In the next moment, her closed eyes opened and she let out the light of mysterious fans: "Impossible! I have been banned by the power of different treasures and methods. Why can you recover true self so quickly?"

If Fang Yuan does not wake up, this infatuated scholar must die under the saber, and the eyebrows must be lyrical, this memory emotion is absolutely unforgettable.

So come again in the next few days, you must let the dreamer in front of you really fall here!

"You don't need to know this... just you dare to sneak into my dreams, are you ready to be countered?"

Fang Yuan’s secret smile, the water and fire in the left and right eyes, straight into the eyebrows: “Reversing the red dust, the dream of dreams! Get up!”

Liu Mengmei’s face suddenly gave off the color of fear, and immediately the whole person fainted and passed away.

"caught you!"

Fang Yuan smiled slightly, holding the body in his hand, and it was a bit stunned.

At this time, I naturally know that the previous three years of sorrow, but with the help of dreams and different treasures, forced to weave a background memory, strictly speaking, the dream only begins this morning, Liu Mengmei will not let him account for such a big bargain.

However, in order to motivate her own emotions, she is also possessed by the true spirits. She even sealed the original memory, and only appeared in true nature, which is considered to be the cost.

"Five connotations are lost, life is a dream, but it is! Eyebrows... Thank you!"

Fang Yuan dismissed a grave and buried his eyebrows.

After doing this, he thought like a sword, and in a flash he recovered his original appearance, and the world began to break.

As a dreamer, it is to be determined to be detached from psychedelic. This dream may be a beautiful place in his memory, but it will never cause restraint.

Dreaming of dreams is a realization of detachment!