The weather is slightly cold in October, but the drunken hibiscus by the river has opened three or two branches, and the flower color is white and twilight, like a beauty drunk for the first time, and the trembling posture is pitiful. The owner of the Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Natural Residence always puts seasonal flowers in the hall, and visitors can enjoy a wisp of pure fragrance when they enter and exit.

At this time, it was still early, and only a few shops on Changle Street had opened sporadically, and there were few people. A drunken swordsman, holding his overnight daughter Hong, walked through the center of the street step by step, with words in his mouth, and pedestrians on the road avoided him. He was dressed in a coarse cloth robe, carried a heavy long sword, and his long hair was disheveled, covering his eyes that shone like those of a falcon.

He stopped in front of the inn, looked up at the elegant plaque of the natural residence, took out another object from his bosom, examined it carefully, and was completely drunk for a while.

"Drunkard, don't stand here, you're getting in the way." A handyman came out to clean up and yelled at him. He glanced at the man, turned onto another path, and when he saw that there was no one around, he put down the wine jar and turned over on the beams of the house, and was agile and silent.

The second floor of the natural residence is the upper room, and most of the residents are literati and scholars, trying to enjoy a quiet place. He seemed to be looking for someone, patiently probing the past one by one, but there was no sound in the room. When he reached the middle room on the second floor, he had just put his right hand on the window edge when someone suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"You drunkard, why are you sneaking around on the eaves?"

He was startled, but when he looked up, he saw a boy with pigtails poking his head out of the window, glaring at him angrily, and the slender little hand was pinched on his Taiyuan acupoint, which made his arm sore, and he couldn't move for a while.

"Kid, get out of the way." His voice was low, but the boy wouldn't let go.

"You explain the reason, and I'll let it go."

He frowned, and slapped his other hand at the boy's head, trying to force him to let go. Seeing that he was menacing, the boy leaned back and dodged the blow, but also led him into the house.

There was obviously a woman living in this house, and as soon as he stood firm, the incense came to his nose, fresh and elegant, like an orchid and a chrysanthemum, which made him a little uncertain for a while. The boy couldn't help but say, and stepped forward to make three sharp moves, which took his life.

His face turned pale, he drew his sword to resist, and skillfully defused the offensive. The two dismantled dozens of moves in a row, but they were inseparable.

"Junjun, that's enough."

A clear female voice suddenly sounded. The boy immediately withdrew his hand, obediently stood on the side of the screen, raised his eyebrows and stuck out his tongue at him.

The figure shook in the curtain, and in a moment, a girl with a delicate face walked out and sat down calmly in front of him. The waist-length black hair was loosely pulled up at the back of his head, and a delicate golden step was shaken between the cloud sideburns.

The swordsman's gaze lingered in her hair for a moment, and he immediately withdrew his sword and knelt down on one knee before her.

"In the lower Song Qingshu, Jiangdu Tianpin informant." He lowered his head, his expression was still cold, "I took the liberty to visit the room, and I ask Lord Yang for forgiveness." ”

"Qingshu doesn't have to be polite." Zige raised his hand to support him, with a smile on his face, "After ten years, I can see Zhan Lu out of the sheath again, and the song is enough in my heart." ”

"This sword was originally the general's body." Song Qingshu glanced up at her, and put the sword on the table, "Now that I see Lord Yang, I should return to Zhao." ”

"The northern border is cold and iron, and it has been hidden for many years, but it is still undiminished." Zige stroked the body of the sword and carefully examined the grinding marks on it, "When my father was still here, this sword was always shelved, and I have never seen it open until today. ”

"Qingshu has been used for many years, and it is not intended to be offended, but it is really a desperate choice." He looked at Mu Lijun, and there was a glimmer in his eyes, "If it weren't for this kid's menacing, I wouldn't have drawn my sword against him." ”

"I asked him to give you a try, don't be surprised. The sword is a dead thing, and if you are used to it, keep it by your side, and I will not be able to use this dull weapon. Zige smiled at him, "What's more, your swordsmanship is superb, how can the descendants of Uncle Lie Ying insult the prestige of this sword......

Song Qingshu's body was shocked, and there was a faint look of surprise on his face that was as cold as an iceberg.

"Although I was still young, I also remembered that Song Lieying, the leader of my father's twenty-one personal guards, had excellent swordsmanship, and after seeing you holding Zhanlu, I knew this even more accurately." Zige pretended not to see the change in his expression, and said, "My father is in the spirit of the sky, if I know that the sword has fallen into the hands of the old knower, my heart will be very comforted. ”

Song Qingshu lowered his head and took Zhan Lu, stroking the place where Zige had touched, and was speechless for a while.

"In the battle of Hengshui, the Liyang battalion was wiped out, I don't know where you got this sword, but for me, this sword is the only relic of my father. I can see you here again, maybe it is providential. ”

Song Qingshu opened his mouth, but he couldn't explain.

"We can talk about the past later. Ge'er invites you to come over this time, and there are other important matters to discuss. Zige put his hand on his cheeks, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and said with a smile, "I entered Beijing this time to overturn the case of the Yang family's rebellion, but now there is only Sister Hongshang around to support me." I'm a very talented little henchman, and I'm going back to his brother soon......"

When Mu Lijun heard this, the corners of his mouth flattened, and he interjected: "I don't want to go back...... My brothers and sisters don't like to play with me, and they don't take me to eat delicious food, but it's still fun here. ”

"Your sister is about to recruit relatives in Beijing, and you, as the emperor of the Mu family, naturally want to go back to accompany her." Zige touched his head and said, but his face was still reluctant, "If I want to achieve this, Ge'er needs someone to help me." ”

Song Qingshu heard the meaning of her words, put the sword on his lap, and bowed to her.

"Qingshu is willing to follow the county lord before and after the saddle, repay the kindness of his father in the past, and correct the name of the Yang family."

Zige looked happy and raised his hand to help him up. "The county lord and the Yang lord can't be humane. Zige is the same age as you, so you can call me Ge'er in the future. ”

Song Qingshu pursed his lips, his face was embarrassed, but he finally acquiesced. They talked for about an hour, and the red dress pushed the door open. She wasn't surprised to see a strange man in the room, she just smiled at Song Qingshu.

"Looks like you've already met." She sat down in the middle of the banquet and said softly, "Brother Ji went to the outside of the city last night as you instructed him to settle things down, and he waited at the gate of the natural residence at this time. ”

"Well, the hour has not yet come, and we will have to wait." Zige raised his eyes and looked out the window and said slowly. At this time, it was already three poles in the sun, and the streets were full of people, and the cars and horses were noisy.

"Are we waiting for guests?" Mu Lijun asked curiously.

"yes...... We were waiting for a guest we hadn't seen in a long time......"

Zige listened attentively to the sound outside the door, and his expression was thoughtful.