Zhong Yu, who was secretly guarding, was startled.

The two came and went, the man no longer had the arrogance of a chess king, and the woman did not have the dust of a miracle doctor, but like an ordinary aunt and nephew of the people, with a broken mouth and a strong temper, ordinary and ordinary.

He's just Jiang Li. She's just Aunt Feng. This bond, which has been with him for more than ten years since he was a child, is no longer a blood relative, but a blood relative.

Finally finished pulling out the clever words, Jiang Li saw that Aunt Feng was angry, and hurriedly turned the page: "Aunt Feng returned to Shuzhong, I'm afraid it's not for my son, but for Mr. Fulong." ”

"Who wants to come and see him? Feng Xian suddenly interrupted Jiang Li's words, but his words did not admit himself, so there were no three hundred taels of silver here.

So looking at Jiang Li and smiling, Fengxian also realized that he had made a mistake, and hurriedly remedied: "If you can cure the disease, you can still cure your life." He and I both admit to death, and this argument has been fruitless for half a lifetime. Why am I here to beg for a curse?"

"Okay, good, what Aunt Feng said makes sense. Jiang Li couldn't help laughing, shrugged his shoulders, sang, and turned around to leave.

Feng Xian glanced at the medicinal juice on the stove, and subconsciously stopped him: "Where are you going?" This medicine is ready, it's still hot, take it first." ”

"No need. This son is in a hurry. Jiang Li didn't look back, and waved his hand behind his back, "This son is going to explain the political affairs after leaving, and then go to Chang'an, eight hundred miles to speed up...... I can't wait for the thought of her..."

"It's smart this time. Hurry up. Fengxian smiled with satisfaction.

Jiang Li nodded, stepped forward again, but seemed to remember something, and his eyes flashed towards the sun: "By the way, Aunt Feng, regarding the choice of Jiangshan and beauty, this son has been mentioned recently, and I think there may be a different answer." ”

Fengxian was stunned: "You can't have both the country and the beauty." It's either the country or the beauty, haven't you all chosen the country, what other variables can there be?"

Jiang Li curled the corner of his lips and stepped out of the threshold, and the last half of the sentence came with the long April wind-

“…… The country is not necessarily the throne......"

The phoenix's eyes flickered, and the handsome shadow disappeared at the door. Only the medicinal juice on the stove is steaming white, a curtain of spring flocculent rolled peonies, and peonies are delicate.

At this time, when Jiang Li hurriedly walked out of the wing room, the guards summoned the ministers and wanted to go to the main hall to discuss matters, but found that the maids and servants along the way were running outside.

Bustling and crowded, while blushing with excitement, pushing and discussing, "It's beautiful! Like a fairy daughter in the sky!"

"Wait! Something's wrong. Jiang Li paused unhappily, stopped a few servant girls who saluted him, and asked in a cold voice.

"Back to Childe's words. The slave and maid finished all their work and gave their word to the steward before coming out. The maidservants looked at Jiang Li cautiously, and saw that the latter did not say anything, so they dared to continue, "It's Erma, no, Bai Yingbai girl, dancing in the bamboo forest outside." I heard that the dance is beautiful, and everyone went to see it. ”

"Bai Ying?" Jiang Li frowned, glanced at the main hall not far away, thought about it a few times, and finally turned around, "Take this son with you, go back quickly!"

The maidservants thanked them, and a few of them went to the bamboo forest outside the hall, and when Jiang Li saw the movement caused by Bai Mao, his temples subconsciously hurt.

In the glade of the bamboo sea of Shushan, there is a big stone that rolls down from the mountain on a rainy day, the white body is as light as a swallow and stands on it, the foot is a little golden lotus, the waist is like a weak willow, holding a string of silver string bells, the bell sound is crisp between the dances, and the dancing skirt flies.

It was a dance that the Central Plains had never seen before. The dance posture is light, the posture is charming, like a kitten, playing and joking on the stone, compared with the atmospheric or exquisite Han family dance, there is a unique exotic style, which is breathtaking. (Note 1)

The woman wore a snow-white silk skirt and flew like a cloud, like a fog, bringing a gust of wind through the forest, spring was pretty, and there was no trace of variegated emerald blue between the seven-foot black hair. There is also a pair of peach blossom eyes with affection, such as silver with two pools of black mercury.

The onlookers of the maids and minions were three layers inside and three layers outside, each looking at it strangely, straightening their eyes and sighing, and occasionally applauding, making the woman's little face blush, and her dance steps became more and more graceful.

Regardless of the rest, the white clothes are dancing lightly, the bamboo forest is swaying, and the fragrant day in April, this painting alone is enough to move people's hearts.

However, with a burst of suppressed footsteps, Jiang Li walked in, and before the maids and servants could salute, they saw the man suddenly pull out the sword at his waist and lock on to Bai Ying with a clang.

Bai Ying's footsteps faltered. There was no word around. At that time, the man dance was suddenly cold to the bone.

"Pretending to be a gesture, dancing and confusing people, messing with the hearts of the people in Shudi, where is Biqiang's heart!" Jiang Li coldly spit out a few words, the blade of the sword lit up, and the cold light flowed.

Murderous intent is overwhelming. It was obviously a sunny day in April, but there was a wind and snow in the Buddha, and everyone shrunk their necks, looking at Bai Ying as if they were looking at a dead person.

When he lost his life in a dance, others looked at him with a red face, and he looked at the killing. It's the style of a chess boy.

Seeing that the sword blade was in his throat, and the air in the bamboo forest was terrifying to the extreme, Bai Ying wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked directly at Jiang Li without dodging: "Wu Wu." This is the witch dance offered by Shabi when I was worshipping the gods. Childe said that the people of Shu are in turmoil, is that a good dance, or is it bad?"

Bai Ying smiled, revealing two rows of broken rice teeth, and the sunlight reflected her eyes brightly.

Jiang Li's first concern was not these words, but the flower on Bai Ying's face. I didn't see it clearly when I danced, but now that the two looked at each other, he was slightly surprised, and the woman's flower was in the corner of his eye.

In the hall that night, he stabbed the corner of the woman's eye, leaving a sword scar, which was covered by the woman with a flower and a silver butterfly flower.

The peach blossoms are clear, the white butterflies are fluttering, like butterflies perching on peach branches, and the branches are peach blossoms, adding more charm, and the ingenuity is pitiful.

The women of Dawei are fashionable and flowery, but they are mostly in the center of the eyebrows. It was the first time Jiang Li had seen someone stick to the corner of his eye, but he subconsciously felt that it was not ugly, and even, a little good-looking.

Seeing Jiang Li's gaze staring at the corner of his eyes, Bai Yingtao's eyes bent, and he took the initiative to explain: "Is it good-looking?" I heard that there was a Shangguan Zhaorong in the Great Wei Dynasty, in order to cover the scar on the eyebrows and heart of Emperor Wu, he covered it with plum blossoms and red dians, which was a lovely posture. In the past, there were plum blossoms (Note 2), and now butterflies are flying...... It hurts!"

Before Bai Ying finished speaking, he instinctively exclaimed and changed his voice. It turned out that the tip of the sword in front of the tip of the nose suddenly entered, cutting off a few strands of green silk that had been raised.

Jiang Li's cold voice came: "Are you finished, you haven't answered my son's words yet." Where is Biqiang's heart!"

The tip of the sword was close at hand, and the cold air almost condensed into substance, freezing the small hairs on Bai Ying's face into ice slag.

Bai Ying finally grimaced. Neither humble nor arrogant, he raised his chin: "The son didn't answer the words of the courtier." Since the prince blames him so much, is the courtier's dance good or bad?"

One used the question as a knife, and the other also used the question to go back. The tip of the needle is against the wheat, and it does not fall behind at all.

Everyone gasped. No one has ever dared to talk to Jiang Li like this, or rather, if one or two people who don't have long eyes really do this, they will immediately become ghosts.

"This Qiang Shibi is really not afraid of death, and he will go to hell by himself. "It's dead, it's dead, prepare a coffin for the Qiang Shibi." The shadow guard in the dark also wiped a cold sweat and issued a verdict.

Jiang Li's eyes narrowed slightly. A dangerous aura burst out from him in an instant, and if it was said that his gaze could kill, then his gaze at the moment seemed to have killed Bai Ying thousands of times.

exegesis

1. Witch dance: The form of Qiang folk dance can be roughly divided into two categories, namely, the sacrificial dance based on witch performances - witch dance and "Guozhuang" (the Qiang language calls Guozhuang "Salang"). The sheepskin drum and string bells in the hand are accompanied. Beats are more common and less common. During the dance, the hands are made in the shape of cat's paws, and there are movements such as single-legged tiptoeing, double-legged squatting, opening the crotch and throwing the waist and stepping, etc., which mostly simulates the dynamics of the cat, and is mainly flexible and short-line movements, which is unique.

2. Shangguan Zhaorong's makeup Huadian: "Beihu Lu" describes it in more detail: "Every pair of ministers in the queen of heaven ordered Zhaorong to lie under the skirt of the case and remember what he had done. One day to kill the opposite thing, Zhaorong peep, Shangjue. Retreat from the court, angry very much, take the armor knife and put it on the face, and do not pull it out. Zhao Rong is a poem about begging for a knife. After the flower seed, in order to cover the marks also. ”