pin gold

——Like water, like sky——

The situation in Liangzhou city is just right.

It can't compare to Nanjun's lingering Nanyang eagerness, and there are always some pungent eyes on the body, mixed with the mixed wind from the north and the south on both sides of the strait, rolling out a spring scene that combines arrogance and gentleness.

The majesty left the posthouse early in the morning to go to the Liangzhou government to discuss matters. The bored Zhou Tan straddled his horse and bumped into Pinglianghou who had overturned half of the wall outside the courtyard.

The idiotic men and women from another family talked about heartbroken looking at each other from a distance, and looking at each other with tears in their eyes even if they didn't hold hands.He opened his mouth, and simply turned the horse's head and rushed out.

"My lord..." Marquis Ping Liang shouted loudly with one leg hanging, "Where are you going?"

"What does it have to do with you?" Even the horse ran all the way with its tail flicking.

Zhumei lampshades woven from moon cage gauze are hung all over the street, and the gentle knife in the golden cave can break people's hearts.

The girl's flower name hangs on the jade plate and rings in the spring breeze in strings, and the huge fireboat sails leisurely on the smoky water.

The banquets in the world are always the same. Those in the Northland of South County and the East China Sea in Nanyang can't escape from wine, sex, wealth, greed, hatred and ignorance.

Zhou Tan turned sideways to look down the pavilion, the flower boat was stopping, he could faintly hear the drinking order and laughter, it made people drunk.

"The reputation of Liangzhou prostitutes has been heard all over the world. This Qinghe girl is so beautiful, even if she is put in Yujing City of Nanjun, she will never lose her color."

"It's because you don't know, Miss Qinghe is originally a girl from South County, so she is naturally a boudoir."

The name suddenly made people dazzled, and Zhou Tan gathered some emotions that he didn't know whether it was anger or melancholy, and his brows furrowed slightly.

The name "Qinghe" is soft and gentle in the mouths of the lovers, and it is soft in the mouths of the parents.

Princess Qinghe was born swaying and wild, always making girls in the city envious and resentful, giving birth to a boy who always wants to call Qinghe, and giving birth to a daughter, she wants to be called Qinghe, Qinghe, and Qinghe, doing everything she can to win the favor of the younger generation.

During the time of Emperor Wen Yuan, the city of Yujing was so loose that no taboos were mentioned. It was common for men and women of aristocratic families to drink at the same table. Until the new emperor tightened the bag of loose wind, he wanted to tighten the bag of people's words and not allow rambling. .

The lotus that filled the city was not green enough.

"The princess has a fulfilled life, she is happy in love and battlefield, and her children can be around her knees. As a parent, I always want to achieve perfection."

Zhou Tan remembered the miscellaneous people's words in Yujing City, and mocked in his heart: "In a world of panic, how can there be consummation?"

He stretched his wrist, and the long cloud pendant crossed the hall full of drums and music, knocking down the jade tablet with the lotus tattooed on it.

Everyone is quiet.

He Lianyu ran wildly in the back alley, jumping over a series of walls like a falcon, and jumped into the Liangzhou Department of Yanyun Tower.

Blossoms everywhere should be disguised. Yanyun Tower is called Yanyun in Nanjun, but when you enter Liangzhou, you have to hold a pipa half-hidden and call it Yanyufang.

He Lianyun twirled the dagger at his fingertips, listening to her panting in his ears, his mind was calm.The maps are laid out evenly, the mountains and rivers are clearly defined, and the old paper is old, but it is still well preserved.

He Lianyu supported her waist with one hand and pulled the corner scarf on the table case with the other hand. The leather belt was wrapped around her waist, and she swayed heavily.

"The style of the government, the arrows of the Lu family, although this saber cannot be spoken, it is still very familiar."

The three sides converged, and the mud and sand fell, even the homeless people from the North got half of their feet, and wanted to use this strange knife to cut off the targets that were pushed out in Nanjun, paving a road that they didn't understand.

"Scholar's family." He sneered slightly and did not continue.

Since the aristocratic family is full of strong bones, and there are also filthy ones, the red and desolate Zhumen slammed open, and it is always a mess that outsiders can't see clearly what it looks like inside.

After Zhou Tan waited for a short time behind the bead curtain, a servant came with a lotus lantern.The curtain woven with green gauze was rolled up sadly, and a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl walked tremblingly around the lotus pond.

Qing He stopped in front of her, hugged her pipa and lowered her head. Yu Cong Cuifeng had a slender waist and seemed unable to hold it up.The beaded face covering obscures the face, and the palm-sized face has a sharp lower jaw.

She bowed to greet her, and put down her fancy-dressed pipa aside: "What do you want to hear, sir, tonight?"

The mother-of-pearl is woven into flowers, and the fine lacquer is applied layer after layer, and the irresistible wind and moonlight diffuses up.

Although the voices of the people on the flower boat were loud, the upper room made of real money and silver was considered quiet.There was a vaguely lingering tune climbing up the window lattice, Zhou Tan didn't speak, and missed her earnest eyes.Instead, he picked up the pipa lying on the side, and raised his hand to pluck out the sound lightly.

The wrist moves extremely fast, it is killing music.

The girl who was sitting euphemistically froze suddenly. It was the music of the Southland, but it was not gentle.

It was neither resentment nor desolation, it sounded arrogant and tight, and even the ending sound was about to pierce the blue clouds.

Zhou Tan's eyes were lowered, his complexion was dark and unclear, only the wrist line moved smoothly up and down, and the thousands of troops moved thoroughly, which made the whole room frowned.She twisted the scarf and trembled, and the embroidery needle hidden in her finger almost pierced into the flesh.

He Lianyun walked across the streets and alleys, the young eagle tumbling down from the eaves, chirping.

He walked back and forth between the eagle houses, and finally held up the chubby white young eagle.

Most of the falcon tamers in front of the battle wanted to be fast, fierce and good at fighting. This squeamish bird also ate a lot of food and flew slowly. It has to be ground up and fed in a little bit.

Marquis of Pingliang was young and infatuated with mistakes, and always liked to look at the gentleman in Tsing Yi with his chin in his hands. This time, the eagle pecked at his eyes, and bought a pile of chicken cubs at a high price. Mr. Ying Lang is dressed in green clothes and has a pine appearance.

He went up to the flower boat with the eagle's feet in his hands, jumped through the light smoke and water, and quietly sank into it.

Zhou Langjun is slack in everything, except for three meals a day, he doesn't ask about it, and the entrusted whereabouts are rarely on his mind. This morning he turned over and got out of bed in a trance, and he walked to the front hall crookedly with his robes on his shoulders. Throw a "Flower Boat tonight", then slump back to the bed, and sleep until the sun rises.

There are so many young masters in Nanjun who are romantic figures, and his status as a dude is mixed with Jin Zhusan, but this man is well-behaved, half-footed in the sticky smoke, and he has to go back with his robe innocently.

The sound of the pipa in the room still had a three-point aftertaste, Zhou Tan let go of his strength, and returned the original to the original owner.

The girl who had cut the lotus dress trembled even more, blood dripped into the skirt and soft blanket under her feet.

Zhou Tan swept over the bed chair wrapped in heavy fur, and sighed softly: "Liangzhou opera, Jiangnan tone. Where did the girl come from?"

Qing He gritted her teeth and looked up, her eyes were scorching red but she didn't shed tears: "The Song family in Dongzhou, don't change your surname."

The men and women of the scholar family always seem to be thinking of breaking their heads, clean and dead.

Always ignorant of this obsessed world, a clean person who strays into it is more likely to be splashed with sticky blood and mud than a hopeless person who was born in the mud.

"What does Song Qingwen have to do with you?"

The tears in those eyes actually began to pour down: "It's me, cousin."

She finally brought up some hope: "Do you recognize him, Mr. Lang?"

"Qinghe Zhou family, Zhou Tan." He responded slowly, cutting off his first and last names.When He Lianyun heard about Song Qingwen, he broke in rarely, and almost blurted out the word "Yujing".

Tears tremblingly weaved into a river, Song Qinghe clasped her bleeding hands, still wanting to bow to him as a signal.

The half-covered gold beads and jade beads were thrown by her one after another, collapsing into scattered debris on the soft blanket.

It's like a broken jade tile.

She swallowed back her blood and tears: "Mr. Lang, do you know the offshoot of the Song family? I have fallen to this point, all thanks to Song Wenjing from Changzhou Prefecture. He is selling boats on the Yuchuan River. If I find out, I will kill him."

The clues were strung together by accident, and the person who was late for the appointment was clamped by the arms of the Bodhisattva in front of the concierge.

Shang Heng's oily-faced noodle danced all the way, half wiping off his fake beard: "My aunt is the aunt of the Zhongzhou Chamber of Commerce, let go."

Zhou Tan covered his face and remained silent, and put his face behind the bird feather screen, but she still grabbed his sleeves: "Zhou Lang, Zhou Lang, I have traveled thousands of miles to look for you, but you are merciful."

She came in a hurry with a secret letter, but He Lianyun chased her away in a panic, leaving only half of the letter behind.The favor of the Zhongzhou Chamber of Commerce across the world has fallen to the ground, and it is impossible to pick up the face.

The flower boat is loaded with several buildings, and it is far away from the smoky water. It seems that it wants to swim to the river intimately, and then return with a boat full of rippling spring.

The bed Song Qinghe swept out was useless, she was lying behind the screen with all her clothes on, and the thrown Bodhisattva was lying on the soft blanket.The lady asked softly, "Why do you call yourself that name?"

"Given by Lord Da Yan, I don't know what it means, but it sounds good."

"Buddhas are merciful and always have good intentions." She recited thoughtfully, looking up at the hanging red curtain.

The wind on the top of the boat wasn't blowing too fast, Zhou Langjun wanted to watch the river on a whim, so he climbed up to the top with two wine jugs, wrapped in a snow-colored cloak and rolled into a ball.He Lianyun let him play tricks, and followed him into the corner of the eaves.

After being drunk, he doesn't know that the sky is in the water, and this person is also like the water and the sky.

The water waves of the Hanyan River swayed fiercely, Zhou Tan also swayed his eyes to catch the people around him, and his whole body shook crookedly.

Before He Lianyun could hold his arm to stabilize him, he shook the jug and asked, "Yujing?"

He was obviously keen enough to catch the emotions under some cracks, so he wanted to ask gently and frankly.

"I originally had a Nanjun name and surname, you..." Helian Yun paused for a while, as if he didn't know where to start.

Names and surnames are always a piece of the past, Zhou Tan knew it well, just brushed his knuckles, and hooked the short saber, the birthday gold was shimmering, embellished with the word "stop".

"Stop it." He read slowly in Yujing's Gongzi accent.

When Helian agreed, he lowered his voice again and called out "Stop."

He Lian smiled in agreement with him, and suddenly realized that the hated head had never even come today.

The author says:

grateful……