Luo Yan Hu does not return

With Chiji's footsteps, it took less than a day to see Hulao Pass, and the sky was getting darker. Feng Liyuan thought that going overnight might disturb people's dreams, so he stayed at the inn to rest and planned to stay temporarily One night.

The inn is simple and crude, not like a land of wind and moon where there are fireworks, music and dancing, but there is always a faint sound of swallowing, which lingers for half an hour and has not dissipated.

"Who the hell... isn't he tired after singing for so long?" After another hour, almost Haishi, the voice was still faintly heard, Feng Liyuan finally couldn't bear it anymore, and followed the trail.

Feng Liyuan walked a few hundred steps to the east, pushed aside a few weeds, and finally saw the source of the singing. A thin and thin woman in white clothes was swaying slightly against the night wind, and her hoarse voice was mixed with a few twists and turns. Cangsang.

The singing stopped abruptly with the rustling of the grass, and the woman turned around suddenly. In just a moment, her eyes were filled with regret, "...you are not him, you are not him..."

"Girl, you came to this wasteland alone, did your sweetheart get separated?"

The woman sang again without hesitation, "Looking at the sun and the moon, I think for a long time. The cloud of the road is far away, and the cloud can come..."

Wandering here, isn't it also the same as the end of the world?For such a long time, Feng Liyuan has listened to it well, and he couldn't help singing in harmony, "Gentleman Baier, you don't know virtue? If you don't ask for it, why don't you regret it..." (Note)

His voice was clear and lonely, and his breath was long and lingering, which completely overwhelmed the woman's bitter and mournful moan. When the song ended, the woman was already immersed in it, unable to extricate herself.

"My lord is laughing, I'm not as skilled as others, I've been bothering you for a long time."

"Your accent is not from a local?" Feng Liyuan felt that the woman's accent was inexplicably familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

The woman closed her eyes slightly, and said to herself: "It's been eight years since I came to the Central Plains, could it be...do you still have a local accent..."

"I see that your eyelids are bronze, but you have been tortured by tattooing?" Feng Liyuan was not sure, because the woman was wearing a white gauze, and there was no tattooed scar on the exposed part.

"Sir, you have really good eyesight..." The woman suddenly remembered that she met a naive young man a few days ago, and thought she had a weak liver.

She seemed to snort lightly, before the woman slowly said: "According to the usual rules, a runaway slave like me should be gouged out from above and below the eyebrows, but that man thinks that my eyebrows are rare, only in the eyelids." It is painted with a bronze color that cannot be washed off, I hope I am grateful to Dade, and let him humiliate and bully."

This thrilling time, the woman spoke very plainly, without changing her face, as if she was talking about irrelevant and trivial matters of other people's family, but her indifferent eyes seemed to be too heavy for the past, and she could not bear any grief.

Feng Liyuan could see that the woman's personality was resolute and indifferent, she didn't need anyone to comfort her, and she would never give up easily when she didn't find the person she wanted, but her voice obviously couldn't resist the hoarseness for a long time.

"Girl, if you have any difficulties, you might as well tell me. Although I don't have many friends, they are all enough to trust me through life and death. I hope I can help you."

Unprovoked kindness is not a long drought and rain to a person who has experienced hardships. Even if the person who gives it seems to be bright and upright, it cannot dispel the fear of the uncertain future.

The woman was very alert, she took a few steps back, intending to turn around and run away.

Feng Liyuan, who is not used to peach blossoms, is rarely disliked by others, so he couldn't save face for a while, and hurriedly said: "I have no ill intentions towards the girl, if the girl refuses to believe, I will leave."

After finishing speaking, Feng Liyuan turned around gracefully, then lifted her legs, and the woman finally said, "If the young master is really kind, I'll just talk to the young master—"

The wind is clear, the fragrance is graceful, the brocade is stretching, and the quilt is fragrant... The Golden Valley Garden, which is the most famous in the world, occupies the northern suburbs of Luoyang. vitality.

Of course, seven years ago, this place hadn't turned into the dreamy bubbles that came later. The Zhilan Yushu, which was born in it, flirted with each other in the ignorant cardamom years, unaware of the turbulent waves in the undercurrent, sinister and treacherous.

"Yuan'er, don't run away, run again... I won't be able to keep up..."

The panting, pale-faced boy was a man captured by Wei Wei Shi Chong from Lingnan. He was surnamed He and had no name. According to the order of entering the door, he received "He Qi" by himself.

The sun shines in the evening, beautiful and soft, and the boy is sweating profusely, chasing the girl in white who is dancing in the wind.

"Brother Seven, are you feeling sick again?"

"It's all because of A Yuan's running too fast, which made me tired... Let's just sit here and rest for a while, and don't go any further." Although A Yuan was not very willing, she listened to He Qi's persuasion and helped him to sit together. On the boulder.

The two chatted about daily chores, and after about half a stick of incense, a purple-clothed girl who was about the same size as A Yuan rushed out from behind the boulder, "A Yuan, you really came to look for me again." This sick ghost, didn't we make an appointment yesterday..." The girl pushed He Qi hard, and pulled A Yuan away bouncingly.

In order to take care of the dazzling array of things in the garden, thousands of servants and servants patrol and manage at all times.Shi Chong is rich and powerful, so he is not afraid of any blind thieves, but this garden is too magnificent, it is inevitable that there are flaws, he does not want visitors to see any flaws in the ointment.

Every evening, the guests and the host had a good time, and the nobles stopped going out for a walk, leaving a little leisure time for the servants to laugh, laugh and fight among the flowers.

A Yuan and He Qi got close because when she first entered the Golden Valley Garden at the age of 12, she was caught by an unattractive middle-aged man who ran madly and entangled A Yuan. After entering the well behind the rockery, everyone hid in the distance and watched, only He Qi plunged into the water, and dragged her out from the bottom of the well with a constant cough.

He Qiben was physically weak, and after all the troubles, the root cause of his childhood illness was triggered again. Since then, he has become weaker and looks like a half-dead white-faced ghost. His kindness, stay by his side every day.

He Qi was not born in a wealthy family, he was also sick and broken, and couldn't bear half of the fatigue. Fortunately, he was quite accomplished in Danqing, so he made an exception to stay, sitting in the Molan Pavilion every day, describing the beautiful scenery in the garden and beauties.

People who are greedy for A Yuan's beauty turn a blind eye to He Qi's existence. Anyway, when A Yuan gets married, they can buy her and go away and lock her in a deep boudoir. Can't cross the natural moat between noble and cheap.

No one would believe that after Ah Yuan had real support, she would still take this weak and consumptive ghost to heart.

Shi Chong's way of entertaining guests and collecting wealth was insolent and unscrupulous. He always killed servants at home and wealthy businessmen who came and went, so as to show off his decision to kill and do whatever he wanted, whether it was the endless splendor or the endless days and nights. Even the singing and singing can't hide the fact that the mass graves dozens of miles away are becoming more and more eerie.

Under the debauchery and debauchery, there are countless dead bones that have died of injustice, and no one cares about them. Once the greedy desire is ignited, there will be no more polite exchanges between you and me.The covetous person in the dark corner stared covetously, and swept his heart thousands of times, vowing to take all the gold and silver into his pocket.

The four rounds of spring and autumn go back and forth, and the spring scenery of Jingu Garden is coming again. In the lingering night wind, a trace of sad coldness is suddenly added.

"My lord, please spare this servant! As long as I drink this glass of wine, I can do anything..."

The bluish-purple silk satin is elegant and elegant, and it was supposed to suit Fairy Langyuan and Feihong in Tiangong, but the beauty in blue just knelt on the ground and kowtowed over and over again, knocking half of the bloodshot from that smooth forehead, and the rest of it was gone. It blends with the silk and satin on the body.

The man who was persuaded to drink had tough eyebrows, thin lips and stern lips, and folded his hands on his chest, turning a blind eye to the beauty's pleas.The man at the side of the head was somewhat similar to him, the edges and corners of his facial features were a little less sharp, and he stood tremblingly by the side.

Not long ago, there were rumors that if you go to Jingu Garden to refuse to drink, the beauties who toast you will be beheaded, so Director Wang, who usually doesn't drink a drop of alcohol, raised his neck like swallowing medicine, and poured the wine into his stomach bit by bit.

But this cousin of his didn't know what kind of muscle was wrong, he drank a lot on weekdays, but he insisted on sticking to this place, and he had to watch the fragrance disappear for a while before he would be satisfied.

Director Wang didn't dare to make a point of saving people. Since they have become fish and meat to be slaughtered on the chopping board, if they are not careful, they may be decapitated, and they must submit to Shi Chong's despotic power.

The sound of begging suddenly turned into a deafening cry, and the beauty was dragged down the jade steps by her hair backwards, in a state of embarrassment, but this was not as shocking as the blood splattered during the beheading.The shrill screams made Director Wang uneasy. He could no longer hold the chopsticks in his hand, and put them danglingly on the table, cold sweat broke out layer after layer on his spine.

"No. 70 is six." He Qi leaned on the rockery not far away, and said silently in his heart, no one noticed him.

"Come again."

Shi Chong waved it casually, and another beauty in red came up. Before walking to Wang Dun's side, he danced a long-sleeved flying cloud and took the rhinoceros horn cup into his arms. It is impossible for anyone to refuse this situation, but when the beauty jumped up and poured wine to Wang Dun, he still remained motionless.

Shi Chong didn't seem to care much, the beauty in red was not as noisy as the previous one, she didn't resist at all, she took the initiative to be suppressed, and just glanced back.

What she looked at was not anyone in the seat, but a green figure behind the heavy curtains.

As soon as the guillotine fell, everyone covered their eyes with one hand, and wished to block their ears with the other hand, but this time there was no scream as expected, and before they could be surprised, another beauty walked up, wearing a colorful butterfly ribbed skirt, holding Yao The qin has a clear and gentle Xu sound, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

At the end of the song, Wang Dun's face remained cold, unaffected at all.

After another half hour, the beauty's hand holding the wine glass finally couldn't hold on anymore and began to tremble slightly. At this moment, Wang Dun got up slowly, turned to Shi Worship, and said coldly: "The beauties of Ji Lun's family are nothing more than that, Wang Dun I have no luck to accept it, so I bid farewell."

Wang Dao was upset, and he didn't dare to show it here, so he followed Wang Dun and left without saying a word.

"Hmph, don't think I don't know...what are you thinking..."

Ever since Zhao Wang Sima Lun killed Empress Jia and her nephew, destroyed Shi Chong's backing, and dismissed him from his official position, there have been successive dignitaries who have come here uninvited. Know.

Wang Dun visited many times. In addition to inspecting the treasures in the Golden Valley Garden, he also never forgot the world-famous Chongqi Green Pearl.

Shi Chong knew that Wang Dun's heart was like a tiger and a wolf, and that Wan Guan's family wealth could not be removed at once, but the heart of a beautiful woman might be like picking something out of a bag, as easy as flipping one's palm.

Since Sima Lun pushed him out of the court, he has prepared a lot of poisonous feathers.Shi Chong treats people with seven points of ruthlessness and three points of sincerity. For a generous and kind man who governs the world like Wang Dao, he also knows that he is a good minister and loyal, and he cannot kill casually.

Although Wang Dun has the ability to govern the world, he is completely on the same level as Shi Chong, so he couldn't understand the other party's methods.When the three glasses of wine were served, Wang Dun could clearly see the beauty's tricks of fiddling with her sleeves. Of course, she didn't want to die in vain, so he didn't care about any pity, but just kept a cold face and remained indifferent.

Shi Chong thought, no matter whether he succeeds this time or not, Wang Dun should have seen his determination clearly.It wasn't until the two brothers walked away that Shi Chong murmured, "... you can do whatever you want, but you can't take my green pearl..."

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Note: Excerpted from "The Book of Songs·Guofeng·Xiongzhi"

Emmm, after rubbing for three days, I actually lost sleep, so I forcibly rubbed it again~