Qiu Yong smiled: "Girl, please raise your eyes." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" he pointed into the distance.

Yang Yu turned his head slightly and looked around.

The soldiers who couldn't see the edge at a glance stood behind them with their heads held high, and their eyes were farther away, the common people on the main street outside the palace were full of red light, but there was no trace of sorrow, and the shops in the market were full of shouting and selling, and they looked like a peaceful and prosperous world.

Yang Yu'e frowned slightly, turned his head to Qiu Yongshen and bowed heavily, with a strong admiration and emotion in his complexion, and his eyes were slightly red: "Qiu Gong's great wisdom, for the sake of the common people, he will not hesitate to bow down to the faint lord, Ah Yu bows!" ”

Qiu Yonglang laughed and said: "The girl is too bad." ”

"Fetch the piano!" Yang Yu said loudly.

Qiu Gong waved his hand to the servant beside him, and the servant turned to leave.

The king of Jiujiang, who was not far away, was curious about what Yang Yu's piano sound was, and he could be called a qin immortal, but at this moment he vaguely heard Yang Yu's words, his eyes looked towards Yang Yu, and he said to Morning Glory in a low voice: "Slow." ”

The servant ran to fetch an ordinary, disgraceless lyre.

Yang Yu took the guqin with a comfortable expression.

There is no incense, no couch, she takes off her clothes and sits on the ground.

Between the fluttering clothes, her wind god is uninhibited in her flamboyance, her face is gorgeous and clear, and her shining eyes are firm and decisive.

A pair of small white hands with a slight plump touch on the strings, and an ethereal and dusty sound flows from the fingertips.

In the early morning, the sun is not very warm. There is a fresh breeze blowing on the face.

The sound of the piano is sometimes gentle like the wind, sometimes it is agitated like thunder. When it is euphemistic, it is like a clear spring flowing in the valley, and when it is rushing, it is like a thousand troops and horses galloping.

The sound of the piano echoes through the market, but it is beyond the ordinary.

Between the light outlining of the plain hands, it is a famous song "Wind into Song".

The sound of the piano stopped, Yang Yu slowly got up, and said to Qiu Yong: "Qiu Gong, a real celebrity, is self-effeminate." ”

Qiu Gong, like everyone else, was stunned by this "wind into the pine", for a long time, for a long time, he gradually woke up, over the years, he endured humiliation and burden, for the common people. For this reason, he did not hesitate to condescend to others and flatter him. This strong grievance, after listening to the sound of this piano, seems to be everything beyond the object.

Qiu Gong's eyes were slightly red, the tip of his nose was sour, and tears came out of his eyes.

As soon as he raised his head, the tip of his tongue curled lightly, and a long and comfortable whistle spread high and low throughout the market.

Slowly, the whistling stopped, and Qiu Gong did not wipe the tears on his face, and said to Yang Yu: "It's really a Qin Immortal!" Qiu Yong has the confidant of the girl in this life, and his wish is enough, and he will never give up! ”

Yang Yu turned his eyes to look at the luxurious gate painted with vermilion, turned his head and smiled at the King of Jiujiang: "Ah Yu wants to mention words for the King of Jiujiang, I don't know if I, the Qin Immortal, am so lucky?" ”

The King of Jiujiang sat on the ox cart, stunned in place, looking at the proud and elegant girl in the sunshine with bright eyes, he smiled and said, "Qin Xian, please!" ”

Yang Yuyan smiled, and handed over the thick wolf hair.

Yang Yu stretched out his hand and walked to the door with a gentle and graceful step. She arched her feet a little, soared up, and with a big stroke of the pen, everyone only felt dizzying. The font is chic and coherent, and the word "phoenix" jumps on the vermilion gate.

Yang Yu turned his eyes to look at the King of Jiujiang, his jade face was red, his cheeks were thin, his eyes were smiling, and his beautiful eyes were bright and bright. She is white-clothed and snowy, green silk is like ink, and a few strands of green silk on her forehead jump and fall and float slightly, alone, standing proudly.

King Jiujiang's eyes seemed reluctant to move away from her, and he looked at the vermilion wooden door reluctantly.

When I saw the refreshing and refreshing, the word "phoenix" that was like a frightening dragon, I only felt that this word was endless, and the backbone was outstanding, and this word was an auspicious bird, and I was happy in my heart, and laughed and said: "Very good!" He said to Qiu Yong: "Qiu Gong, this word cannot be washed, I want to **** to take a look at this word." He winked at Yang Yu with a smile and flirtatiousness, his face was slightly lewd, and between laughing, the fat on his face couldn't stop shaking and twitching.

As soon as Qiu Gong heard this, he looked at Yang Yu again, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

Qiu Yong bowed to the king of Jiujiang and said, "Obey the king's will." ”

Yang Yu smiled, turned over on the horse, and between the white clothes flying, she was already sitting firmly on the back of the horse, she arched her hand and said: "If one day Qiu Gong wants to get rid of the ordinary, you can come to Jinling to find Ayu, Ayu called three or five friends, and traveled with you in the mountains and rivers." Qiu Gong, cherish. ”

Qiu Yong smiled and saluted: "In Qiu's lifetime, he will definitely meet his confidant again." ”

The King of Jiujiang hurriedly said: "Qin Immortal! Can the army go first, and the beauty stays for a few more days? ”

Yang Yu sat on the horse, stroked the short sword on his waist with his small hand, and said with a cold smile: "The king is like this bird, Yu doesn't dare to be turbid." She pointed to the words on the door.

After saying that, she clamped her legs between the horse's belly and went away.

The king of Jiujiang looked at the back with a sneer, Yang Yu's eyes were too contemptuous and disdainful, too cold, he thought of Fang Cai being pointed at the throat by the short sword, the fat hand touched his neck, shrunk slightly, and couldn't help but shudder.

Looking at the girl riding away in front of the soldiers, he staggered: "Beautiful, beautiful, proud, and peerless." After praising four "absolutes" in a row, he shook his head and said: "Although the view will be delicious, it is really stabbing, it's a pity, it's a pity." He waved his hand at Morning Glory's servant. Putting his arms around the delicate maid beside him, the ox cart leisurely passed through the market.

Qiu Yongmu watched Yang Yu's back as he left, smiling with relief.

The servant beside him was puzzled and said, "Gong, the Yang girl clearly disdains the King of Jiujiang, why do you mention this word again?" ”

Qiu Gong's lips rose, he turned his eyes slightly to look at the word Leng Feifeng Dance, and said with a smile: "The Yang girl is saying that the King of Jiujiang is a bird, and ridicule him for being vulgar. ”

The servant was slightly stunned and said: "Such arrogance, she is not afraid of the King of Jiujiang to see it?" ”

Qiu Gong looked at the taxi who followed behind the ox cart in the distance, his back couldn't help but straighten, and he said slowly: "Don't say that those villains can't see the meaning, even if they perceive it, who dares to make it clear to the King of Jiujiang?" ”

The servant's eyes lit up and said, "This woman is really extraordinary, really arrogant. ”

Qiu Gong smiled: "If not, why can I call him a confidant?" He laughed out loud.

Yang Yu looked straight ahead, on the back of the horse, he couldn't wait to give birth to wings, and in his ears was the sound of the wind whirring because the horse was too fast, and the surrounding scenery flew away from both sides very quickly.

"You girl, you don't know how to know! When the widow and you talk to me, they always mention what your brother is doing! King Jiujiang pushed Yang Yu away and snorted coldly.

Yang Yu was pushed to the ground, she bit her lower lip, looked at the king of Jiujiang with a sad gaze, and said softly: "King, please, bring Ah Xiu to Jiujiang City, Ah Yu really can't let him go alone in Jinling." ”

The King of Jiujiang's eyes flashed impatiently and said, "Disappointing! But a concubine, dare to make demands with a widow? He suddenly bullied up, grabbed Yang Yu's wrist, and sneered: "Smile at the widow!" ”

Yang Yu smiled like a puppet, and under the beautiful skin, there was a walking corpse.

Wild laughter echoed in Yang Yu's ears, and a pair of fat thick palms easily picked open her clothes and stretched them into her belly pocket. Her body was blank, accepting everything, her eyes turned to the side of the gorgeous candle flame, her eyes were empty, and her tears had long since dried.

After the king of Jiujiang vented, he pushed Yang Yu aside, stood up, looked at her condescendingly, and said coldly: "Bring your brother, there are many servants in my palace, and there is no shortage of him a bowl of rice." If you put on that ghost appearance again, you will get out of Jiujiang for me. With that, he walked away.

The last glimmer of hope in Yang Yu's heart was shattered, and he served.

If Yang Xiu came to Jiujiang, would it really be safe? Just got out of the tiger's mouth and entered the wolf's den. Yang Yu's lips rose slightly, and he smiled self-deprecatingly.

In her life, can't she get rid of other people's hands?

She got up slowly, her eyes lit up, and ran out the door.

Before the king of Jiujiang had gone far, Yang Yu knelt on the ground with a "bang" and roared: "King! (To be continued.) )