Looking at Yang Yu's dazzling back, Fan Gong, who was sitting at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, slowly woke up, his eyes were a little clear and firm.

Fan Ming hated this court with no cold family and no scholars at the bottom grade, and hated this pompous and extravagant society, he accompanied Wang Jingzhi and the scholars in the Iron Flame Army as a cloth guest in the Iron Flame Army over the years, but he never set foot in the court half a step.

He wanted to make contributions and assist the society, but he was extremely disappointed in the current dynasty.

Such contradictions torment him all the time. He learned to indulge, he learned to talk nonsense, he learned to ignore mundane things.

However, this qiē is really what he wants?

A little girl, when she is dignified and comfortable, she is as quiet as a virgin. When she is bold and decisive, it is shocking. The words she said casually made Fan Ming's heart, which had gradually become enthusiastic, surface again.

Fan Ming, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly roared to the sky, and his face was full of indescribable happiness!

"Fan Gong! Lang Jun has been waiting for you for a long time! Yang Guchen had been waiting beside him for a long time, and finally couldn't help but speak, interrupting Fan Gong's meditation, and he was ready to be scolded by Fan Gong.

Fan Gong turned around and looked at Yang Guchen, walked over freely, patted Yang Guchen on the shoulder and said, "It's time to go and see this turbulent court." ”

After saying this sentence without a beginning or an end, Fan Gong raised his head and laughed, flicked his sleeves, and entered the gate.

Yang Guchen was a little inexplicable, but he saw something different from Fan Gong's Qingming in the past, he smiled lowly, and followed Fan Gong into the door.

At the same time, Jinling has changed.

At the edge of the Huai River, the singer sang a poignant and long tune, and her voice drifted into the depths of Yao Lane.

In the main hall of Huan Mansion, there were two scholars, one of whom was about forty years old, dressed in a purple robe, with a pair of slender eyes shining with cold light, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and he unconsciously stroked his long beard and beautiful hair.

There was silence in the main hall, and the servants on both sides lowered their heads, their expressions relaxed as the two people sat on the opposite side.

The middle-aged scholar raised his eyebrows, his voice was subdued, implying joy, and he sighed slowly: "Jinling, it's going to change the sky again." With a smug look, he glanced at the man sitting across from him who was leisurely sipping tea.

The man was dressed in a plain robe, his body was alienated and indifferent, receiving this light, holding the teacup in his hand, shaking slightly, the next moment, he slowly put down the teacup, his sparse eyes looked at the rain outside the door, his lips raised slightly, he blew his nose, and said leisurely: "The wind is coming." His nasal voice was dull, and he spoke in a Luoyang accent.

The drizzle outside fell crisply and softly, mixed with the sound of hurried footsteps from far to near, and carried into the hall.

A nurse in a short coat came to the door, and he raised his eyes slightly to look at the two people sitting opposite, and his face became more nervous.

He bowed, walked behind the purple-clothed man with slender eyebrows, covered his lips with his hand, and whispered in the man's ear.

The purple-clothed scholar's narrow eyes paused slightly, his eyes turned twice quickly, and he turned his head to the leisurely and sparse plain-robed scholar, and said, "Brother Xie waits, something has something to deal with." ”

The white-robed scholar nodded slightly, and resumed the teacup in his hand. The purple-clothed man was already in the wind under his feet, anxiously going out with the nursing home.

Yang Yu rode her horse, suddenly faster, and when she ran a few feet away, she waited slowly for Huan Qiurong and Ah Tong behind her, so not far or close, but made Huan Qiurong more anxious, she was cautious, and she didn't dare to be too fast, and after a while, a little sweat appeared on her forehead.

"Haha! Ah Yu is chic and wanton, but Ah Rong is frightened, interesting and interesting! Ah Tong couldn't ride a horse, so he could only lead the horse by the servants, so he leisurely straddled the horse, looking at Huan Qiurong's wolf bèi.

Huan Qiurong's jade face was red, her pink cheeks were thin, and her apricot eyes were smiling, she turned her eyes and glanced at Ah Tong, and said with a smile: "In the past, I only heard fifty steps and laugh at a hundred steps, but today I saw a hundred steps and a smile of fifty steps." As she spoke, she shook her head with pity on her face, and said in a voice between her lips and tongue: "If you are a child, you will be ten years old this year." If you say that you are a man, but you have never seen a real man who is only willing to have fun with his sister-in-law. Huan Qiurong tilted his head, looking innocently at Ah Tong's red, white and red little face.

Ah Tong was already wearing pink makeup, but this was angry, his cheeks were a little redder, and the roots of his face and ears were also a little red, and his clear eyes looked at Huan Qiurong for a moment and said, "You are also a sister-in-law?" ”

As soon as these words were finished, Ah Tong laughed loudly and said: "I still think you are a Fu Fan and a beautiful man dressed as a woman!" ”

"You! Huan Qiurong raised the whip in his hand and was about to wave it over, but Ah Tong smiled and said with a smile: "You dare to beat me?" Saying that, Ah Tong looked at Yang Yu not far away.

And Yang Yu was waiting for the two of them in place, and when he saw Huan Qiurong raising the whip, Yang Yu didn't step forward to stop it, but only looked at her with a pair of dark eyes.

Huan Qiurong raised the whip in his hand, his eyes were red, and he bit his lower lip with his teeth, and the whip fell, but it hit the horse's buttocks under him, and the pony roared and rushed out.

Huan Qiurong grasped the reins firmly with both hands, and the pony swept past Yang Yu's side, but did not stop, and ran forward for several miles before gradually slowing down.

The horse wandered aimlessly on the grassy hillside, Huan Qiurong pulled the reins, the horse slowly stopped, she turned over and dismounted, and lay down on her back on the grass alone.

"Shaft! How dare you sue! Huan Qiurong scolded in a low voice, and remembered Yang Yu's deep eyes, and couldn't help but be even more annoyed in his heart: "Why didn't I calm down with my fiery temper, Sister Ah Yu is really annoyed with me now." She glanced over at the pony and saw it munching on the grass with its head down.

Huan Qiurong sighed deeply: "Hey! She turned over boredly and lay on her stomach, she ran so far, and she didn't know if they could find her, thinking of this, Huan Qiurong blinked her dark eyes and said with a smile: "Even if you annoy me, Sister Ayu will never ignore me." ”

"Yao Jun! ”

There was a shout in her ears, this voice came from a small pavilion not far away, Huan Qiurong didn't want to pay much attention, but she faintly felt that this clear and casual tone was a little familiar, she raised her eyes slightly.

I saw that the man's face was like a crown of jade, his eyebrows were slender, his eyes were narrow, and he was wearing a light blue plain robe but he was smiling and clenching his fists.

Across from the man was a seven-foot-tall man with a bear's back. He wore a felt hat, a russet tunic with dark shoulders, and a scimitar at his waist.

He was about thirty years old, his face was dark, the bridge of his nose was stiff, his eyes were like cold stars shining with a compelling light, his lips were slightly thick, he raised his lips slightly and smiled: "Liang Jun looks good." ”

The city lord was a little surprised by his dress, and frowned slightly: "Yao Jun, why did you come here in this dress?" ”

The man waved his palm, straightened his back slightly, and said proudly: "I'm a son of the Qiang tribe, and I don't care about Han clothes." (To be continued.) )