Eastern Palace

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"You are not worthy today. So today you are not General Jin Wu, and I am not that concubine. Moreover, I am unlucky enough today, almost not drowned, and almost not wronged by the muddled county order of Wannian County. If you die, don’t drink a few glasses of wine, it’s too suffocating."

Pei Zhao said: "In order to be safe, you will still think you should **** you back."

I was so angry that I fell on the window and just ignored him. It was at this time that my stomach grunted, and I remembered that I hadn’t even eaten lunch. Pei Zhao may also hear a grunt in my stomach because he blushed. Originally he was standing a few steps away from me, but the light through the window just shone on his face, which made me see clearly.

I've never seen a big man blush and couldn't help but feel funny. Laughed: "General Pei, would you like to accompany me to eat something now?"

Pei Zhaowei pondered for a while before saying: "Yes."

I don't like his tone very much, it is strange and out of sight. Maybe because he rescued me twice, I actually am grateful to him.

Adu and I took him through narrow alleys, making seven bends and eight bends, and finally walked to Miró's wine shop.

As soon as Miro saw me, he rushed up affectionately. The tinkling ring on her head was ringing, and the golden bell on her ankle was rustling. Milo hugged me and said with a big tongue, "I have left you two bottles of good wine."

When she saw Pei Zhao behind Adu, she couldn't help but glance at him. Mironoi was a pair of blue eyes. It was always awesome when outsiders saw her for the first time. But Pei Zhao didn't seem to be shocked. Later, when I thought about it, the Pei family is the so-called clan of Beijing, and it is used to big scenes. Peking is sure to be surprised if Hu Ji is selling wine on the streets of Beijing.

In addition to good wine, this restaurant also has good beef. Mi Luo ordered people to cut two pounds of beef to give us wine, just sat down, it suddenly rained.

The autumn rain is very lingering, and there is sound on the roof tiles. The guests at the next table were several Persian businessmen, but at this time they pulled out an iron flute and whimpered to play, the tune was extremely strange and interesting. There was an indescribable charm with the rain of Dingdong Dingdong's eaves.

Milo listened to the flute and simply put down the wine jar, jumped onto the table, and danced barefoot. Her body was enchanting and soft, and she was as boneless and charming as the music. In the hands of Jin Ling, Jin Lingshasha was like a rain, and the sound of iron flute, like a golden snake dancing wildly. The Persian merchants clapped and shouted, but Milo jumped slightly, but fell to our table, whirling and dancing around the three of us.

Since I left Xiliang, I haven't laughed like that. Miro's movements were light and soft, like a ribbon around me, and like a butterfly, flying around me gracefully. I learned her way, made all kinds of gestures with the sound of music, but she didn't have the half lightness of her. Milo danced a few times, but Adu found a scorpion in his arms and gave me a sudden joy in my heart, playing with the sound of music.

The Persian saw me blow up the guilt, and they all made a beating together. I blew for a while, and smelled the aroma of the beef in the plate, and put the gangster into Pei Zhao's hands: "You blow! You blow!" Then I picked up the chopsticks and quickly ate it.

I didn't expect Pei Zhao to really blow up, and it blows very well. The sound of gangster mourning was mournful, but the sound of iron flute was inspiring, and the two musical instruments matched so well together. At first it was Pei Zhao's gangster and iron flute, but then it was gradually the Persian iron whistle and Pei Zhao's gangster. The tune changed from gentle to passionate, just like the Yumen Pass, but seeing the desert desert smoke, came a distant camel ringing sound, a team of camel appeared on the sand dunes. The camel bells are gradually approaching, gradually becoming a masterpiece. Suddenly the Xiongguan Cave is opened, and thousands of troops are swaying in arrays. As the music beats faster and faster, Miro also dances faster and faster, twirling like a golden moth, dazzling me.

The music was more desolate and energetic, like an eagle hovering up straight for nine days, overlooking the thousands of horses and horses in the desert. When the belly was round, the eagle seemed to have flown to the highest snow mountain. The snow lotus bloomed in the snow mountain. The eagle swept with huge wings. A feather fell from the wing of the eagle. Slowly drifting, until it fell to Xuelian. The eagle feather fell in the snow, and the wind rolled the scattered snow and hit the eagle feather. The soft petals of the snow lotus tremble slightly in the wind.

Junmei and Iron Flute came to an abrupt halt. The restaurant was so quiet that even the sound of dripping from the eaves outside could be heard clearly. Mi Luo Fu couldn't breathe on the table, a pair of blue eyes seemed to drip out of water, and said, "I can't." Those Persian merchants laughed loudly, and some people poured a glass of wine to give Mi Luo, Mi Luo's chest still After a sudden ups and downs, he drank the wine in one breath, but smiled at Pei Zhaoyan: "You blow well!"

Pei Zhao didn't answer, but slowly wiped the 筚篥 clean with wine, and then returned it to me.

I said, "I really didn't see it. You would blow this, and not many people in Beijing will know this."

Pei Zhao replied: "My father had sent a mission to the Western Regions. Among the musical instruments I brought back, there were gangsters. When I was a child, I was free and used to learn to play by myself."

I clapped and laughed, "I know, your father is General Pei Kuang Qi. My dad and he had played against each other, and praised him as a leader."

Pei Zhao said: "That's Khan Muzan."

I said, "My dad doesn't just boast people, he boast your father, it's because he can really fight."

Pei Zhao said: "Yes."

As soon as he said "yes", I felt bored. Fortunately, the Persian merchants sang songs again, the melody was mellow and very touching. Miró ate another glass of wine, knowing that we could not understand it, and she sang softly to us with that big tongue of the Central Plains Mandarin. It turned out that the Persian Hu people sang: "Qi Yue Tang Tang, away from my hometown, the full moon is missing, and my hometown is missing. Its stars are shining, away from my hometown, the galaxy is splendid, and my hometown is difficult to return. The soil, its beautiful day, according to my hometown. Knowing how to bury me to the mountain, knowing where to bury me..."

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