The Vermilion Bird Bridge is the pontoon bridge outside the Zhuque Gate of the South Gate of Jiangning, spans the Qinhuai River, is made of a boat, is 90 steps long, is six zhang wide, 24 voyages on the Qinhuai River, this is the largest, and it is the big voyage. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Su Fu and Yang Cun climbed the steps of the Vermilion Bird Bridge, stood in the center of the Vermilion Bird Bridge, and looked at the Qinhuai River, as if they saw the Qinhuai River that was still prosperous in the old days.

Yang Cun looked at Su Fu, who was standing quietly beside him, but he didn't say a word.

He has been to this Suzaku Bridge several times, and there has not been a time when his heart is so excited, and these days there is an inexplicable thought, which makes people indescribable, sometimes it is not painful or itchy, and sometimes it is like being scratched by a cat a few times, and he can't stop scratching it.

When the person next to him reached the position of his chin, he only had to look down slightly, and he could see her curled eyelashes, which trembled slightly, like the few times he was scratched by a cat, straight into his heart.

Her slightly drooping eyes, delicate nose tip, and plump and crystalline lips are like fairies in a painting, obviously close in front of her, but ethereal like a dream, which is untouchable.

Su Fu was immersed in his thoughts, and did not notice Yang Cun's slightly confused and tangled expression at the moment.

After a long time, she came back to her senses, and walked like the southern end of the Vermilion Bird Bridge, following the Yurong behind her.

Yang Cun saw that she moved, and the mood that had just been fluttering suddenly dissipated, and he hurriedly followed along.

At the south end of the Vermilion Bird Bridge is the Confucius Temple, which is dedicated to the saint Confucius, if there is a literati and scholars, people who are familiar with the four classics and five books, they will definitely go to the temple to worship.

But she wouldn't.

She has always been a person who has a headache and sleepiness when she reads the Four Books and Five Classics, so she has little respect for Confucius, who is respected by the literati, so she directly took a step and continued to face south and walked to the front of Wuyi Lane.

How prosperous Wuyi Lane was in ancient times, how desolate Wuyi Lane is at this moment.

Broken ruins, weeds, scorched earth, and devastation.

The Gaofu Huadi of the past has long been gone, which is all thanks to the gospel of war.

The slanting sun gradually fell to the west, and the golden glow fell on Su Fu, who had a straight back and a high head, and the glow flowed, with a touch of desolate aftertaste.

Yang Cun, who was following behind Su Fu, didn't know why, so he whispered twice, "Brother Su." ”

Su Fu came back to his senses, restrained his emotions that had just been squandered, and said lightly, "Go back!" ”

Yang Cun opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he finally closed his mouth and left this helpless place.

The people of the world sigh that they are all the amazing and talented Wang Xie Liang clan in the past and the Gaomen Huadi at that time, and the famous Wuyi Lane with broken walls and ruins at this moment, but the reason for it can be corrected, but it is often the consequence of the war launched by the superiors.

Just like after the Sui Dynasty destroyed the Chen State, the city of Jinling was broken, the palace of the Six Dynasties was burned, and the fire was endless, burning the lives of several people and causing the death of several people.

Today's Southern Tang Dynasty is indeed peaceful and happy, singing and dancing.

But behind this singing and dancing, what kind of crisis is hidden.

When she left Fujian, Fujian was in the midst of civil strife, and this situation once again reminded her of the panicked situation in Changle Mansion.

I don't know how many years this Nantang can be stable, and how long she can stay here quietly.

From Wuyi Lane, then pass the Confucius Temple, and then walk up to the Vermilion Bird Bridge, and the fierce mood gradually calmed down.

No matter how far away the thoughts are or how long they are, what they have just thought is already in the past, so why should they be affected by such a time of disgrace for no reason.

She came with Yang Cun today and has something to do.

Approaching dusk, Yang Cun is familiar with the way to find a boat by the lake, this boat is not small, the cabin is open all around, you can put a table, around the couch, and in the inner place, there is a piano table and piano bench, specially prepared for geisha, surrounded by light yarn, there is a wind to send, the light yarn will float leisurely, and the piano and the breeze float into the ears of people in the Qinhuai River.

She waited on the boat, Yang Cun went to Tianyue Tower to order a few dishes, and returned to the boat.

After the guys from the restaurant brought the dishes, Yang Cun had to tell the boatman to sail.

"Wait." She called a halt.

"What's wrong?" Yang Cun was puzzled.

"It's not the same." As she spoke, she whispered to Yurong beside her, and when Yurong left, she said, "At this moment, there is beautiful scenery but no beauty and wine, how can people sit still?" ”

The corners of her mouth were smiling, but her words were like ordinary Lang Jun, and her face was slightly frivolous.

Yang Cun shook his head a little helplessly and let Yurong go.

It's just that under her such a heart, Yang Cun became more and more curious about her covered eyes, but although he was curious, he didn't dare to mention it, which inevitably abrupt her.

Yang Cun's gaze swept a few times at the white yarn, and Su Fu looked in his eyes and did not speak.

Instead, he turned his head to look at the Qinhuai River near dusk, reflecting a faint golden color and brilliance.

However, after a cup of tea, Yurong came over, followed by two people, one was a geisha from the teaching workshop, with a short Confucian long skirt, holding a pipa, and the other was a guy from Tianyue Building, holding two pots of sake in both hands.

Suddenly, a few people came in.

Yurong stood quietly behind Su Fu, the guys from Tianyue Building put the sake on the table, and the geisha from the teaching workshop held the pipa in their arms, and blessed their bodies softly, with a soft voice, "The concubine is like a face, come to play for the two Langjun." ”

Without waiting for Yang Cun to speak, Su Fu pointed to the location inside, "Go!" ”

The geisha was again a blessing, bowed her head past the two of them, sat down, put the lute in her arms, and began to pluck the strings.

The strings of the pipa move slowly, and the music flows out warmly, which is very soothing.

Su Fu reached out and picked up the pot of sake, and poured a cup for Yang Cun, Yang Cun was a little flattered, his eyes were smiling, and he looked more clear like a young son.

It's just that at this time, everyone is drunk if the wine is not drunk, and before he gets drunk, Yang Cun feels that the scene at this time makes him drunk, he blinked his eyes, and sobered up a little, then he looked at Su Fu and said thank you.

"This wine is a tribute to Brother Yang, who has taken care of me in Jiangning City." As he spoke, he raised his glass and moved forward.

Yang Cun smiled slightly, took the wine glass and drank it all.

As soon as the cup was finished, the glass was filled again, and his voice became softer, "This cup is to honor my increasingly brilliant cooperation with Brother Yang." ”

This wine can't be shirked, Yang Cun unveiled this wine again and drank it all.

The third cup was sent to the front, "I wish Yang's business to flourish in the future." ”

Yang Cun drank three glasses in a row, and his face was already slightly red, and it seemed that the amount of wine was quite shallow.

Regardless of the fact that when Su Fu instructed Yurong to get the wine, he took the wine that was also intoxicating, and let Yang Cun drink three glasses on an empty stomach, saying that it is easy to get drunk when drinking on an empty stomach, at this time, looking at Yang Cun's state, it is probably right, but it may also be that Yang Cun's amount of alcohol is shallow.

Eating with chopsticks, using the soothing tune of the geisha, pushing the cup and changing the lamp during the banquet, after waiting for half an hour, Yang Cun was already a little drowsy.

When she stood up, she saw that red lanterns were hung in all the boat mills around her, and she had them put them up as well.

When he turned around again, Yang Cun was already lying on the table.

Fang Cai's wine smell was strong, and she had a headache, so she said to the geisha, "Play some light tunes." ”

The geisha answered, and she left Yurong in the cabin to take care of Yang Cun, standing alone in the bow of the boat, and then the cool wind blew away the strong smell of wine.

It was only a quarter of an hour later, in the direction of her right, a line of boats slowly approached, but she didn't notice it. (To be continued.) )