♪ The Queen's Man ♪

there's a steel gold mountain in the mountains, and there's a snail slopes were earlier called scramble hills.

there's a moving story going on about the hill.

a long time ago, there was a young man named goose on the hill.

goose died when she was three, and dad when she was nine.

at that time, there was no second family on the hill.

as soon as dad died, she became an orphan.

those who have not been to mount ra's, do not know how high mount ra's height is, and those who have not tasted yellow, do not know how hard yellow company is, and those who grow up under the care of their parents, do not know how hard it is for the orphans.

nine-year-old goose, he couldn't pull the hard bow he left behind, he couldn't dance the big axe he left behind.

it's too hard to hunt like dad was alive! there's a hole in the half-hill slope, called a screwhole, about half a mile from the house.

the cave came out of the hole, collided in a small pond outside the hole, then flowing from the edge of the pond to the foot of the slope, never dried up.

there's no fish in the water, there's no shrimp, there's only snails that can hold a hand.

one day, the gourmets were worried about the life that followed, and suddenly they heard people talking; goose said, "mom is dead, dad is gone, who is screaming in this wilderness?" he ran out of the door and looked only at the trees, which covered the weeds, and saw nothing, and returned to his house slowly.

he just sat down, and he heard people talking outside the door.

he ran out of the door again and saw no one.

he just turned around and heard the sound of the words, "the fruit berries, the fruit berries!" and the gourd looked for a sound, and saw a green feather, a long shell, and a velvet bird on its head, like a screw, standing on a peach tree, slapping towards him with a wing and pecking red peaches with its long lips, and then disappeared.

and the gourmet didn't put it in his heart.

it was the red peach that cheered him up and picked one for the entrance.

hi, sweet honey.

and i thought, "there's no need to worry about this, the peaches and plums that are all over the mountains and i'm afraid they won't last forever." in a clear day, the flowers are open and the butterflies dance; the birds on the branches sing happy songs.

they found food, too, and they ate wild fruit, and were chasing butterflies in the flowers.

and suddenly, there was a clear sound on the branch: "the fruit berries, the winter is fruitless!" and when the sheath looks up, it is the little bird that sings of green feathers, long-eared shells, and hairs on its head like a screwdriver.

only when it fanned its wings towards the sheath, and pecked with the long shell of its mouth, and pecked the wild fruit of the pecking, and was gone.

and the gourd heard the strange little green feathered bird, and had no desire to play.

he thought, "the little green feather bird is right.

autumn grass."there's nothing left to eat.

instead, we should take it and leave it at home while it's hot.

when the idea was decided, the fruit was taken from the tree again and again, and moved back and forth.

picking, moving, moving, picking, after a few days of busy work, there were a lot of fruit in the house, but the ones piled down there were rotten.

it's a long day.

what's the next day? when the gourmet was crying, the cry of the "gourberry gourmet" was heard outside the door.

and when the gourmet tears his eyes, he looked out, and the little bird spoke to him, and the little bird said, "the gourd, the hidden fruit!" and she was directed by this little bird three times, and she was grateful, and she wanted to say a few words of thanks to her, and she only saw the bird fancied his wings and pecked the fruit from the pecking tree with its long mouth, and it was gone.

the fruit is hidden in the small cave behind the house, following the finger of the little green feathered bird, and the autumn is not bad, the winter is not bad until the next year, when the fresh fruit is full of twigs, it is fresh and fresh! when she was 14 and 5 years old, she slowly pulled the hard bow that dad left behind, and she was able to dance with what dad left behind.

so he didn't take an axe and started to learn how to hunt with bows and arrows.

it's hard to start.

when she first learned to hunt, she did not shoot arrows, nor did she use an axe, and when she opened the bow, the arrow fell very far away from the target; and she had no axe, and sometimes an axe was cut off, and she was stuck in the trunk of a tree, and she could not pull it out for half a day.

but the fruit is not discouraged.

he was an arrow and an ax, with a hot sun, and he practiced daily and without interruption.

hungry, climbing up a tree to pick up a few wild fruit, thirsty and running to the foot of the slopes for two springs.

kung fu has no heart.

and when he grew up to the age of 17, and was able to hunt with one hand, it was an arrow and an axe; and the tits saw his soft wings, and the beast saw him tremble.

ten years after the storm and the wind, the tree in front of the door grew into a large material, and the fruit berries grew into a handsome, strong genre.

as the saying goes, “people are big”.

nineteen-year-olds will think.

he thought it would be nice to have someone to talk to in the middle of the forest.

i'm tired and no one's asking.

it's so lonely.

"the blue sky, no clouds, no springs, moons, no stars, no stars, fruit." it's not a beautiful day for no one." one day, the gourd was carrying bows and arrows and not an axe.

he crossed the nine ridges, turned ten turns and reached an unknown mountain.

the tall trees cover the sky, and the thick legs of the cobwebs are covered in the forest.

he thinkssome are tired and lie down under an ancient tree.

when he remembered his own situation, he began to sing: "the moon is missing, there are round times, there are flowers, there are times when they open again; the years and years, there's a single person! "and when is the fruit-cub to be happy?" with this moving voice, a little bird appears next to him.

look at the gourmet, it was the little bird of green feathers.

he was so happy.

only the birds jumped on his palms, pecked softly; jumped on his chest, pecked softly; then jumped on the open ground on his head and pecked softly on his face.

and the gourmet said, "oh, the green hairbird, if only you had someone to help me with.

you see, i'm single, i'm speechless, i'm in trouble.

no warmth, no joy, but i am a man! green hairy, green hairy, if you're a man, we'll be together day and night and never be apart.” i don't know if the green-haired bird listened to the gourd, but pecked the pecker's face, and then it disappeared.

the fruit is so sad and so sad that even a bird won't be close to him.

all of a sudden, there was only one shout, and there was a wind, and a yellow-coloured tiger came running with a 60-70-year-old man in his mouth.

it's important to save people! the gourmet rises up, pulls the air strings, booms, and the tiger stops in shock.

it found a bow to stop the road, leaving behind the old man whose mouth was covered and coming at the nuts.

the hunters met the tigers and went up.

goose leaned down, the tiger jumped over his head and immediately turned to him.

the gourds kept their bows low and marched behind the tigers with an arrow.

on two occasions, the tiger was hairy and turned around and listened to only one shout, shaking the mountains, and the dead branches of the tree were hurried to fall.

it uses its back leg to hold its front paws and opens the mouth of its bloodbath to the nuts.

the eyeballs were clear, the arrows were shot, right in the tiger's throat.

"boom," the tiger fell.

just listen to it for a while and struggle a few times.

the tiger was shot dead, and the gourmet went to the old man to see him in green pants, with a screwdriver on his head, a bite on his leg, and he was bleeding out.

the old man has passed out.

the gourmet quickly cut off a tiger's skin from his own tiger's fur, wrapped him in a tight wound, blocked his blood, and brought springs from the gutter into the old population.

the old man slowly woke up.

when the old man saw the tiger being shot dead, he said to the fruit gourd: "o kind young man, i am a man of yellow earth who has buried his neck, let me die here!" take the tiger back.

the tiger's meat is enough for ten and a half days.

"older, don't say that.

i don't need to eat.

i have a lotwear it, one less and i'll be with you.

you'll be my companion.

i'll serve you like your own son." when you're done, don't put an axe on it, take a bow and go back behind the old man's back.

just after the old man turned over the hill, the gourd heard a clear wind passing through the ravine and a giant euphoria hohodso came over.

the python has a cask, has a large skull and has a 60-70-year-old mother.

help! gourd was in a hurry to hide the old man in a roadside cave, and he was too late to say a word, so he went away with an axe and bow.

without chewing, the porcelain can suck up a few feet of rabbits and swallow them alive.

then, as soon as the python lifts up the skull, the mother is thrown out of the way, with two hand-stringed beards and a red tongue stretching out, so scary! as long as the python picks up the skull, grandma dies.

at a time of great danger, the fruit guacamole “silver” fired three poison arrows.

the first shot the right eye, the second shot the throat, the third shot the tongue.

the python was seriously injured and turned his head and ran towards the fruit.

the gourd jumped behind a large rock and fired six more poison arrows at the python, which remained intact.

it took nine arrows to get rid of the wind, then slowly descended, and finally boomed and rolled into the ditch.

the python rolled into the ditch, and the weeds and the trees were overthrew, and then struggled, and the old trees of the buckets were swept down with their tails, and it eventually died.

the euphoria was shot dead, and the gourmet came to her and only saw her wearing green pants and a screwdriver in the back of her head.

her eyes were closed and her tears were running out and she passed out.

it was only slowly that she woke up when she dried her mother's tears and poured a cold spring into her mouth.

mother knew the python was dead, but she couldn't see anything in her eyes by the mouth of the python, and said, "o kind young man, i am a man who has been buried in yellow soil, let me die here!" get that python back.

the python is enough for a year and a half.

the python can be a big and loud drum." gourd said, "older, don't say that, i eat a lot, i don't want it, i'll serve you like your own son." then he went to the head of the python, whereupon the left eye of the python was cast out with an axe, and the eye was swollen, and he put a vine around his neck, and ran to the cave.

he told the old man to carry the old lady who had just been rescued back home and back him.

i'll be back on my back.

he was not too far away from the house of the goose, but she was as thin as a mountain, and he was not too heavy.

go! go! go! gothere was no complaint, and it was thought that there were two old people.

the more he wants to be happy, the more he moves.

it's dark when you walk, but the fruit doesn't feel at all.

turns out that the light of the eye of the gourd around his neck had lightened his path.

it's almost midnight and they're home.

the gourmet carefully placed her in bed, and she couldn't sit down and rest, so she turned around and took the old man back.

these two old men are at the house, and they're so happy that he just goes out and sings, and he goes in and he says, "the clouds are floating in the sky, the mountains are flowing in springs, the twats are falling down, and today he tastes like a human being." every morning before they go up to the mountains to hunt and dig for medicine, they roast the beast's meat with tumbled and raw, and lay it on the pillows of the two old men, so that they eat it when they are hungry; and bring sweet, cool springs, and put bamboo cans on the pillows of the two old men, so that they drink when they are thirsty.

i'm tired, but i'm happy! the time passed so quickly that, after seven hundred and forty-nine days, the wounds of the two elderly men were cured and their bodies were raised.

one day, the two old men called in and said, "you're a kind and brave young man.

may the rest of your life be as sweet as the water of a screwhole." as soon as the voice came down, the two old men were gone.

i was so scared that i couldn't find it.

he had to come back to his house and put his eye on the python and cried in tears on the bed of the tiger.

he cried and fell asleep.

i woke up, and everything was different.

he did not sleep on the hard skin, but on a brand-new bed.

the bed is covered with flowers, pillows, sheets and a cage of green tigers.

"the roses were supposed to be green leaves, and the snails were scrambled, and 10 years of solitude were blowing and the days were beautiful!" and the gourd came out of his bed in haste, and sought it quietly.

as soon as we crossed the threshold, we saw a fairy-like girl on the table with a hot, fragrance dish! when you see the fruit, the girl stops singing, smiles at the fruit, and says, "sit down, it's breakfast!" "who are you? what home is this? why am i here?" as if she hadn't heard the girl's voice, she was standing there.

"did you forget the little bird with the green feathers, the long beaks, and the hair of the hair like a screwdriver?" the girl says.

i don't know, "what's your name?" how did you get me here?" the girl said, "i'm the screwdriver, the aquarium in the screwdriver hole.

have you forgotten what you said to me the other day? you saved meParents, they cured their wounds.

They asked me to come with you.

This building and the small pond are my dowry.

This is what my sister made us." I listened, and I was happy to hold the girl's hand, and I said, "How sweet of you!" From now on, our lives will be sweeter than the water of the screwhole." When you eat, the berries smell so sweet and the chrysanthemum laugh so sweet.

After mating with a sorghum and a screwdriver, a land was opened at the door of the house, and a field was built at the foot of the snail slope, seeded, a year-round harvest and a happy life for the cropper。