A bright moon floats on a few clear snow-like canopies, and a few flowing clouds gather and disperse with the wind, a little quiet, a little sparse. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, the world is contrary to the tranquility and indifference of heaven, and it is a time of hustle and bustle.

The night is getting deeper, but the imperial capital is like a city that never sleeps, with the lights faint and swaying like water.

The sound of silk and bamboo piano music surrounds the beam, the songs and laughter do not decrease but increase, the wine and food accompany each other, the beauty is like a dress with the king, it is not clear which is the sky, which is the world. People and shadows are obsessed with each other, drunk and dreaming of death, and they are willing.

The group quietly dispersed from the Zuiyue Building, passing by the full seats of spectators and merry guests downstairs, and hurriedly passed by. In the aroma of rouge and wine, there was a hint of blood, but no one noticed anything unusual.

Those people were all hooked by the wine in front of them, and they only knew that they were enjoying it, but they didn't know that there were other things in the world.

Mo Yunkai came out of Liuyun Xuan, dressed in a black robe, standing against the carved railing, without a trace of emotion on his cold face.

He stared at the ever-changing wine-colored scene downstairs for a long time before a rare look of disgust appeared in his eyes, and a sneer curled on his lips, with a slight irony, which spread.

The greedy nature of those foolish people has never changed. He had seen all these years, and he had long been accustomed to it, but he had never set foot in that land of bliss.

He used the lives and blood of countless people to get his current status, how could he easily cut it off. It's better to use these stupid people in front of him who don't understand the cold state of the world to lay a more solid foundation for him......

The moat was full of lanterns, and the candles were shrouded in flaming red paper cages, some of the remaining candles were swaying, and some of them were already waxed and the lamps were dry.

By this hour, the crowd had long since dispersed.

The festival ends with the laughter and prayers of the people, and the lanterns that have made wishes remain in the water, slowly drifting with the current, like a ferry carrying the soul, flowing towards the dark and unknown hell.

On the bluestone bridge by the river, the woman wiped the scarlet on the blade with white yarn, the sword body was soft like a tassel worn with her, and as the blood stains were wiped away, it gradually became shiny and shiny.

The woman looked up, and the crescent moon shone into her eyes, and the dark pupils imprinted the entire outline of the moon.

The cold light shone on her face, and that light was the only light she had left in the darkness.

She gently threw down the blood-stained white veil, turned and walked away lightly. The figure became farther and farther away with the moonlight, and only the wind still echoed in the silent night.

The blood-stained white veil fluttered in the wind for a long time before falling, just covering the face of the corpse by the bridge.

The crimson blood was still flowing, down the gap in the bridge, falling in the fluttering lanterns in the river, one drop, two drops, three drops......

On the second day, there were still a lot of people coming and going on the bustling streets of the imperial capital.

Talk and laugh, you come and go, right and wrong are always indispensable, and talk about each other. Occasionally, there would be two or three officers and soldiers patrolling the streets, but this did not prevent people from laughing and talking.

"You say, what are these officers and soldiers doing foolishly? Strange and scary ...... "In front of Tianxiang Pavilion, an old woman who is more than half a hundred years old is sorting out the rouge gouache on the stall, and casually asks the woman next to her.

"What else could there be, haven't you heard? That Liu Sancheng was killed last night. The woman next to her squinted slightly disdainfully, shaking a small fan and twisting her rich little body, which was quite interesting.

"It seems that God has really opened his eyes, this bully has finally been taken in by Lord Yama......" When the old woman heard this, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly there was a relaxed smile on her face.

Thinking about Liu Sancheng, he bullied the people in the city a lot on weekdays.

The woman continued to shake the small fan in her hand and pursed her eyes, "Who said it wasn't, he ran to my Tianxiang Pavilion before seeing the sky, and he was delicious and drunk, and he was served by the girl, and he didn't even give a single piece of silver, if it weren't for the fact that he was Lord Liu's own nephew, the old lady would still be afraid of him?" ”

"Yo, I didn't expect that even Mother Wang would be bullied by him......" The old woman glanced at the woman in disbelief.

"Oh, why do I think your words sound sour, do you still want to do business with me?" The woman glared at the old woman, shook the small group, and suddenly became angry.

"Yes, of course I want to, Mother Wang, don't mind, you can come and see my rouge first, I just came from the Western Regions, it is definitely a rare goods, keep it to make your girls more moisturized......" The old woman saw that the situation was not good, she just talked too much, and she changed the conversation again, and boasted about her rouge gouache with the woman.

Most of the people who do business are shrewd, and their skills are earth-shaking, and those who are small are not a problem.

No matter what happens in the world, as long as it does not threaten itself, most of them have nothing to do with them. For them, everything is just a conversation and laughter after dinner, a few empty words, which can be completely forgotten in a blink of an eye, without a trace.

Aside from here, in a tavern next door, Yao Muxue sat half-leaning against the window, wearing a pothos skirt to the ground, which made her face more radiant.

Coupled with a few glasses of light wine, a faint flush climbed up to the face, showing a little charming. The men in the restaurant were all hooked by her fragrance, but none of them dared to approach.

Because across from her, there was another person.

"Lord, look, how many people are happy that Liu Sancheng is dead....." She raised her head, looked at the person opposite, and smiled sweetly.

"Those people ......" Mo Yunkai paused slightly, "Those people, as long as their interests are not harmed, they will be very happy..."

He sipped the tea in his cup and looked indifferently at the fleeting birds outside the window.

"The lord always speaks so profoundly, Mu Xue is a little incomprehensible......" Yao Muxue propped her head with her hands and pouted a little unwillingly.

"It's not me who is profound, it's this chaotic world." He looked at her and shook his head slightly in disapproval.

"Also, I said, you don't need to call me lord outside......" Mo Yunkai changed his indifferent face, and there seemed to be a trace of temperature in his tone.

"Okay, Brother Yun." She immediately changed her name cheerfully, smiled happily, and seemed so accustomed to it.

Seeing her innocent smile, his expression froze slightly on his face.

At this time, Yao Muxue was already five or six points drunk, and Mo Yunkai looked at the wine jug in front of her, which was already empty.

She obviously asked for a pot of tea by herself just now, but he ended up enjoying the tea and drinking it cold, but his wine was snatched by her and drunk all the time.

A rare helpless chuckle appeared on his cold face, put the wine money on the table, pulled her up, who was already half drunk, and walked out of the restaurant.

People are terrible, and there are walls everywhere in the troubled times.

What they talk about and say indifferently has already fallen into the ears of those who have a heart.