Biganchun

The southern wind is gentle, and the clouds are floating in the sky.It is the season of late spring and early summer, and every time the sun goes down, there is always a special scene.

In Zhuque Lane, there are scattered and connected houses, all of which are common people's homes.Going west of the alley to the fifth house, the green walls are secluded, the black tiles are unpretentious, the double doors are deeply closed, and there is no sound.

Crossing the courtyard wall, one can see a small path paved with bluestone in the center of the courtyard, leading directly to the corridor of the main house.

There is a jasmine planted in the corridor, the branches and leaves are soft, the green shadows are dancing, and there are many buds between the leaves. Although they have not yet bloomed, the ambiguous meaning is blowing with the wind in the courtyard, which is already refreshing.

In front of the jasmine bushes, a slender figure stands in the courtyard, with flowing eyes, lingering among the flower branches.The evening breeze blows, disturbs the wings of bees among the flowers, and also disturbs her inner thoughts.

In the blink of an eye, more than a month has passed since that grand trial before the imperial court.On the second day after the trial, under the imperial decree, the Zhaoxue Nian clan set up a shrine to enshrine Nian Zongze, and Nian Suguang was the orphan of the Uyghur royal court in Ganzhou. hundred horses.

The imperial decree was carried by Yan Shiliang to Kaifeng Mansion to be read out. She knelt down and worshiped Ruyi, but her heart was surprisingly peaceful.Bao Zheng asked her her future plans, she was silent for a long time, and said lightly that she would stay in Bianjing temporarily.After discussing with Gongsun Ce, Bao Zheng lent this house under the name of Kaifeng Mansion to live with her temporarily.

There was no one in the courtyard, and Aman was not there.Since the imperial trial, Aman has been ordered by her to go to Kaifeng Mansion every day to make medicine and adjust soup, to take care of Zhan Zhao's wounded daily life, and only return to the Zhuque Lane apartment to rest at night.

On the day of the trial, Zhan Zhao suffered ten battles, bleeding profusely, and fainted in court. With Gongsun Ce's medical skills and Bao Zheng's sincerity in waiting, he was still in a coma for three full days.

When Aman was overjoyed and told her that Zhan Zhao had woken up, she seemed indifferent.Aman asked her if she wanted to visit, but she just shook her head without saying a word.

She didn't want to see him, but the sentence he said to her before fainting was repeated in her ears, hard to get rid of:

... Between you and me, if there is something that has not been clearly calculated, why bother today...

Just one sentence added all kinds of fetters in her heart, making her upset, making it difficult for her to make up her mind in the past.

The death of Zhao Jue relieved her of a heavy burden, but it seemed that another part of her heart was hard to calm down.In her troubles, she vowed in her heart that as soon as he recovered from his injuries, she would embark on the path of destiny again and never look back.This story will never come to an end.

Unexpectedly, Zhan Zhao's injury this time has dragged on for more than a month, and he hasn't recovered for a long time.According to A Man's rumors, even Gongsun Ce was quite surprised by Zhan Zhao's slow recovery this time.He diagnoses and adjusts prescriptions for Zhan Zhao every day, but it is difficult to see quick results.Zhan Zhao was in a hurry, so he only rested quietly for more than [-] days. In the past few days, he has struggled to recover seven or eight points of his usual errands.Gongsun Ce of Bao Zheng tried to persuade him several times, but he just didn't listen.As a result, the progress of recuperation will be even slower.

Qingcheng closed her eyes, thinking silently.A gentle breeze came, and the door behind her was blown open, and there was a soft creak, as if someone accidentally stepped on a dead branch on the ground.

She withdrew her thoughts, turned around and picked up her steps, and walked into the main room.There were originally some tables and chairs in the hall, but she and Aman had already moved them to the next room. At this moment, seven or eight large bamboo sieves were erected in the hall at random intervals.Thin green bamboo strips are laid inside the bamboo sieve, and there are hundreds of larvae lying on each piece of bamboo strips.Although the larvae are small, they are white and delicate, exquisite and bright, and dotted with gleams, illuminating the entire hall. They are rare and rare things in the world——

silkworm.

That night in the Sky Tower, the sky silk in her hand was destroyed.These days, she stayed in Bianjing, unwilling to waste time, so she made up her mind to refine silk again.

The silkworm eggs, which she brought with her when she left the master's gate, just came in handy at this moment.Warm the seeds, accelerate the greens, destroy the ants, harvest the silkworms, within [-] days, the young silkworms have all broken out of their eggs, were trapped in the bamboo sieve, and wriggled.

It is extremely difficult to tame silkworms, and Qingcheng is not very sure about incubating silkworms and raising cocoons in the Central Plains this time.She recited all kinds of difficult problems silently in her heart, and her crescent eyebrows lightly frowned again.

Seeing that it was still some time before dark, Qing Cheng simply pushed the door out, walked through the courtyard, covered the door of the house, and walked along the alley.

Out of the alley, there is Zhuque Bridge.Under the bridge, the Caihe River flows quietly, passing away silently.The sun is setting in the mountains, but the sky is still bright.She didn't know the direction, just walked all the way to relax.

Pedestrians on the street are in a hurry, carriages and horses pass by, bustling.She watched the vast world with cold eyes, and her heart was dark.

All living beings compete in the bustling world, but she is just a passerby, her figure is indifferent, no one will remember her.

After walking for about two or three cups of tea, I turned a corner, and there seemed to be fewer pedestrians.There is a two-story restaurant on the side of the street. The light yellow wine front flutters with the wind, occasionally covering the signboard with gold characters on the black background - Qingfenglou.

It was not time for dinner yet, looking through the door, the restaurant was quite deserted.

Under the steps of the restaurant, a lame old man in common clothes was sitting on the floor, and a small bamboo basket was placed on the ground in front of him, with a few copper coins lying alone in it.He is holding an old huqin in his hand, with the bow strings in his hand, and he sings in a low voice to the sound of the piano.

The hoarse singing came to the ears, it was Yulinling, which was passed down from the street and known by everyone.

... After many years, it should be a good time and good times in vain... Even if there are thousands of styles, how can I tell anyone...

Qingcheng suddenly stopped, until the end of the song.She walked up to the old beggar, bent down, gently put down a small silver ingot in the basket, and said to the old beggar: "It's getting late, go back earlier.".

The old beggar was surprised and delighted, and thanked him repeatedly.

Qingcheng straightened up, but another hoarse and aging voice sounded in her ears:

... Once a person comes to this world, the most precious thing is to meet someone who makes you willing to wear clothes for him, make you look haggard, sing and cry for him for no reason, and live and die together...

She stood there in a daze, and murmured to herself: "If I meet such a person, what can I do..."

While she was in a trance, the old beggar had packed up his belongings and stood up.He carried the huqin on his back, but accidentally tilted the rucksack, and the money Qingcheng gave him just now fell straight out, jumped twice along the flagstones, and rolled down to the middle of the street.

The old beggar quickly put on his crutches, limped, walked to the middle of the street, bent down with difficulty, and went to pick up the silver.

At this moment, three fast horses came galloping from the end of the street with their hoofs trampling.Immediately, the clothes and shoes are bright, young and talented.Although there were many pedestrians on the street, those three people put their horses on the reins and passed through the street like lightning. They were in front of them in an instant, and they rammed straight at the old beggar.

The old beggar was originally unable to move, but when he saw the galloping horse coming towards him, he was terrified, with the silver in his hand, he fell to the ground, not knowing where to dodge.

Qingcheng was in a daze, when he heard the sound and raised his head, the horse in front had already rushed in front of the old beggar.The man on horseback was skilled in riding, and he reined in the horse at the critical moment.The horse suffered from the pain, soared forward and let out a neigh, which was carried far away by the wind.

The steed kept circling on the same spot, and the man immediately shouted at the old beggar with anger on his face: "Old man, you only care about picking up silver, don't you want to die?" With a long whip in his hand, he lashed at the old beggar.

Seeing that the whip tip was about to reach the old beggar, suddenly he heard a strong wind blowing through the air, a shadow flashed, and something flew in the air, the horseman's wrist was hit with a slap, the whip couldn't hold on, and he let go of his hand and flew away. out, drawing an arc in the air, and landed far away on the side of the street.

The thing also fell on the slate floor immediately, and it bounced with a crisp sound—it turned out to be a long ebony chopstick.

Seeing this at the side, Qingcheng was secretly surprised, and thought: "What a strong force! I don't know who it is?"

Immediately, the man was startled, put on the bridle, took two steps back, looked around sharply, and shouted: "You bastard who hurt people with hidden weapons, come out!"

Before the words fell, a figure came out from the window on the second floor of Qingfeng Building, like a ray of light, suddenly fell in front of the horse, it was a young man in white.

But seeing his brocade clothes like snow, the sleeves of his robe drooping, covering the saber at his waist, but he couldn't hide his elegance.The corners of his eyes and brows were filled with cold anger, and he didn't even glance at the man immediately, but said slowly: "Take your words back!"

Immediately, the people saw the movement of the man in white, they were shocked at first, but after hearing this, they sneered and said: "Take it back... that depends on whether you have the ability!" The horse stepped towards the man in white.

When a horse raises its hooves, how powerful is it?The onlookers on the street not only exclaimed, but also thought that the man in white would die.

The man in white sneered, turned his body to the side, and had already dodged the front hooves of the galloping horse. He raised his left hand, and the saber left his waist, still in the sheath. With a sound, the horse weighing more than a hundred catties fell to the ground on one side, and the rider screamed, and before he could get off the saddle, his leg was broken by the horse's body.

This change was shocking, the man on the other horse reined in his horse and backed up a few steps, and said in a trembling voice, "You... who are you?"

The man in white said coldly: "You are worthy of asking my name?"

The sound of hoofbeats was broken, and the third horse spurred its whip and jumped in front of the man in white from behind.The person on the saddle is full of noble air, obviously he is a child of aristocratic family.He glanced at the man in white, and lost his voice, "So it's you!"

The man in white raised his head and glanced at the man on horseback, and said coldly: "I don't know who dares to gallop a horse on this long street? It turns out that he is the second son of the third envoy Mr. Wang's family, and he really is very powerful. "

Watching the people around, some people have already recognized this person as Wang Zhaochen, the second son of Lord Wang Bowen, the third envoy, and they couldn't help pointing and talking.

Wang Zhaochen's face changed, he wanted to get angry, but he seemed to have some scruples, he slammed the reins in his hand, turned his head and said to his followers: "Let's go!"

But the white-clothed man leaped forward, stood in front of his horse, and said coldly: "You frightened the old man, so you want to leave like this?"

Wang Zhaochen raised his eyebrows, his eyes sullen, but he still stretched out his hand from his bosom, took out a bank note, let go of his hand, and the bank note fluttered down in front of the old beggar.The attendant on the other horse got off the horse, helped his companion with the broken leg bone onto the horse, followed Wang Zhaochen's horse, passed the man in white slowly, and went on his way.

Everyone on the long street saw that the bustle was over, so they walked away. For a while, the street was as calm as before.

Qingcheng walked to the middle of the street, and saw the old beggar still sitting on the ground, terrified, and seemed to die for a moment.She frowned, bent down, took a pill from her sleeve, and fed it into the mouth of the old beggar.

After a cup of tea, the old beggar recovered his breath, and his face turned red.

Seeing Qingcheng acting like this, the man in white seemed a little surprised.The cold and arrogant expression on his face disappeared in an instant, he smiled slightly, and said to Qingcheng: "Young lady has a kind heart and excellent medicine, I am disrespectful."

Qingcheng didn't look back at him, but said calmly: "If you want to save people, no matter how fast the knife is, I'm afraid it's still not enough."

As soon as these words came out, the whole body of the white-clothed man was shocked, and he seemed to be insane.

The breeze blows through the clothes, walking through the streets and alleys, coming and going carelessly, and when I lower my head, only one lapel is left on my body at night.

What year was that?

It seems to be between spring and summer, and it seems to be sunset and sunset.

With a touch of light green, delicate and dusty, he looks like a young man, and his words are like pearls full of jade, and every word is poured into his heart——

"...Saving people...you don't have to use a knife..."

I thought that I had forgotten that moment, but it turned out that it was still deeply buried in my heart.

When he came back to his senses, the old beggar had already gone away, and Qingcheng's figure was already far above the stone bridge at the corner of the street.The sky is covered with slight clouds, the water is connected with fragrant grass, her figure is erratic, the light blue color on her clothes reflects the water color and sky light, it looks like reality or illusion.

Old dreams are like smoke, and they come back to my mind in an instant.

...In this life, in this life, I hope that I will always be like the top of Lingyun Mountain and the shore of Luoxing Lake...

... If he can really get this alluring color, maybe he can recall the original oath...

The man in white's eyes lit up, he leaped across the market, and chased after Qingcheng.

Qingcheng got off the stone bridge, was hesitating to go, but saw a flash of white clothes in front of her, and the man had rushed to her just now: "Girl, please take a step to talk."

Qingcheng frowned slightly, turned aside, passed the man in white, and walked straight along the street.The man in white chased after her all the way, saying repeatedly: "Girl, please stay."

Qingcheng didn't expect that this person would be entangled, if he was in a secluded place, he could just leave him alone, but on this long street, if he performed lightness kung fu, he would definitely attract attention.She turned around helplessly, and said coldly: "It was just a chance meeting just now, what are you stopping me from doing now?"

The man in white smiled slightly: "Girl, I would like to invite you to drink tea, I don't know how you like it?"

Qingcheng didn't answer, but glanced at him coldly, turned around and left.

Seeing that Qingcheng was annoyed, the man in white jumped lightly, stopped in front of her, and said: "Don't get me wrong, I just have something to ask."

Qingcheng said coldly: "What do you want to ask, can't you say it here?"

Seeing her stubbornness, the man in white sighed and said in a low voice: "I just want to ask the girl, your clothes..."

Qingcheng saw that his eyes flickered, but he just stayed away from her body, and the anger in her heart increased sharply. Before he could finish speaking, she dodged and walked away.

The man in white hurriedly said: "Girl, please stay!" Seeing that she just kept walking away in a hurry, in a hurry, he stretched out his hand to grab her arm, and struggled heavily, only to hear a sneer, and the sleeve was covered by him. tear a corner.

Since Qingcheng's debut, he has never encountered such a situation. In a rage, he swung his right hand, and more than a dozen Huitian needles hit the vital points of the man in white.The man in white didn't expect her to attack suddenly, and was taken aback.He had a very good strategy for facing the enemy, he slipped and fell to the ground on his back, the more than ten silver needles pierced through the air, and they were all nailed to the doorpost of a pawnshop behind him, almost hurting passers-by.

The man in white jumped up, seeing Qingcheng's floating figure leaping away along the street, he couldn't help feeling angry, and secretly said: "This girl is so vicious! I beg you with kind words, but you want to use a poisonous needle to kill her!" When I die, I don't care about the innocent people on the street. If you don't teach you some lessons today, teach me to be called a chivalrous man in vain!" Pulling himself up, he chased all the way to Qingcheng.

Both of them were extremely fast, and they had already entered the Royal Street in a blink of an eye.There were already many shops on Yujie Street, pedestrians followed one after another, suddenly seeing this chasing momentum, they all screamed and dodged, and there was a moment of chaos.

Originally, Qingcheng never wanted to appear in the downtown area, but now she couldn't help but hesitate in her heart, she slowed down a little, the sound of the wind blowing on the back of her clothes caught her ears, it was the man in white who slapped her on the back.

Just now Huitianzhen shot out in a hurry, Qingcheng also felt quite regretful at the moment.In the bustling city right now, it is even more impossible to use hidden weapons.She didn't have a weapon on her body, and when she saw the palm of the man in white attacking, she could only hold the palm like a knife, turned around and waved her sleeves, and received the palm of the man in white.

The internal strength of the white-clothed man was already better than Qingcheng's, at this moment, he had used ten percent of his strength in his anger, his strength was rare in this world.When the two palms met, Qingcheng only felt that the other party's strength was coming through his arms, and before he could utter a soft cry, his body had already risen into the air and fell backwards.

The white-clothed man succeeded with one palm, and then with the second palm, full of strength, he slapped Qingcheng on the shoulder.Qingcheng's body fell down, a handful of returning needles were clasped in the palm of her left hand, but she was still hesitant.

Seeing that this palm was about to touch Qingcheng's shoulder, he saw a person flying up from the crowd, catching Qingcheng's body in the air, turning his body and turning his palm back, and within a split second, he took the second palm of the man in white.Hearing a soft sound from Peng, the bodies of both of them trembled slightly, each fell down and jumped backwards.

Qingcheng met the white-clothed man with palms, his throat was filled with qi and blood, he was helped by someone in a critical situation, his heart relaxed, he closed his eyes slightly, and secretly recuperated his true qi.When the qi and blood calmed down a little, he opened his eyes, only to see the person in front of him with a crimson robe hanging down his body, calm and composed, if it wasn't Zhan Zhao but who?

She never expected to meet Zhan Zhao here, and for a moment she didn't know how to deal with herself.Turning around, he suddenly saw the man in white standing coldly with his hands behind his back not far away. In a moment of anger, he twisted his body and broke free from Zhan Zhao's embrace. While Zhan Zhao was stunned, he pulled out the long sword from his waist with his backhand, and threw himself at the man in white. To stab.

Zhan Zhao was originally on a routine street tour, so he didn't bring Zhanlu with him, but only wore an ordinary sword.But at this moment, Qingcheng volleyed his sword in the air, and that sword seemed to turn into a flying dragon, sharp and flickering, and rushed towards the man in white.

The man in white didn't expect Qingcheng's swordsmanship to be so sublime, he was shocked.His figure flashed, barely avoiding the vital points, and in a flash of coldness, half of his sleeve had already been cut off by Qingcheng.

He took a step back, smiled slightly, and praised: "Excellent swordsmanship!" Suddenly he pressed his left hand on the hilt, and a cold light came out of the sheath, flew into his right palm, and shouted: "I will learn it today." Know your girl's swordsmanship!"

Qingcheng said coldly: "I'm afraid you won't succeed!" He stood up and raised his sword, and in the blink of an eye, he made another seven moves.The man in white was walking back and forth in the sword energy, his clothes were cut several times by the sword light, but he couldn't help nodding his head, seeing that the sword light of Qingcheng seemed to turn into a rain of flowers, fluttering and falling from the sky, suddenly raised his voice and shouted : "Go!"

Qingcheng's seven swords and one style, named "Cracking Nishang", the sword's light is erratic, and the murderous intent is hidden between the virtual and the real. It was an extremely powerful move, but the man in white looked like a torch, the blade flashed, and the light moved and the shadow followed. One fatal blow.

Hearing a clang, Qingcheng stepped back and stood in the middle of the street in a daze, with only half of the broken blade left in his hand.

The man in white cut off the long sword in Qingcheng's hand with a single strike, but did not pursue.Seeing that Qingcheng's swordsmanship is exquisite, he knows that there are many variables in love battles, so just now when the sword is facing each other, he secretly channeled his internal energy and used the sharpness of the precious sword in his hand to force Qingcheng to stop.

He looked at Qingcheng, and suddenly looked up to the sky with a smile: "You can force Huaying to fight with me, you girl is so good at swordsmanship, Bai Yutang admires you!"

He stood in the street, his white blade was like frost, and his brocade clothes were like snow.The setting sun was gradually setting, but he was full of bearing, but it was as light as the clouds and the wind, shining brightly in the jade hall.

Qingcheng frowned, and was about to answer, but Zhan Zhao came up from behind, stood beside her, and said in a low voice to Bai Yutang, "Yutang, stop! There must be some misunderstanding between you two."

Qing Cheng glanced sideways at Zhan Zhao, raised his sleeves, and said angrily: "The facts are all there, this apprentice is so frivolous in the street, how can there be any misunderstanding!"

Bai Yutang praised Qingcheng's swordsmanship in his heart, and his mind gradually calmed down.Hearing what she said, she became angry again, and said with a sneer, "How pretty is your girl, is she worthy of my Bai Wuye's frivolity? I had something to ask you, and I asked you with good words, but you suddenly attacked the killer and almost hurt you." Passers-by on the street. Fifth Master, I just shot now, so I can teach you a lesson!"

Qingcheng was furious, and was about to step forward to fight him again, but Zhan Zhao frowned slightly, seemed to let out a muffled snort, and stretched out his hand to caress the wound on his chest.Her heart tightened, she lowered her broken blade, and asked Zhan Zhao in a low voice, "Is your injury... all right?"

Zhan Zhao smiled slightly at her: "It's okay."

It was just a question and an answer, and it was delayed until today, and she and he both sighed softly in their hearts.

Seeing the expressions of the two of them, Bai Yutang's heart moved slightly, but he still said coldly: "Zhan Zhao, this girl is wild and unruly, if Bianjing's territory is to be stable, she will probably be the first one to be disciplined. Next time If you continue to cover and indulge like today, I will never be so polite again."

After all, he glanced at the half-cut sleeve on the ground, and walked away.

Seeing Bai Yutang walking away, Qingcheng turned around and was about to leave, but heard Zhan Zhao asking from behind: "It's getting late, do you want me to take you back to Zhuque Lane?"

She lowered her brows, unable to see the expression on her face.She finally shook her head slowly: "No need. I know the way back."

The sky faded, the moon appeared and the stars emerged, and the faint brilliance sprinkled on her fading back lightly, reflecting melancholy in his heart.

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