The spring city is beautiful, and the wheels of the horse-drawn carriage are running like they are wandering in a painting. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yuqiao picked up the gauze curtain and looked out, the streets are all bluestone slabs, thousands of mountains are stacked in the distance, the clouds are thick and light, the lotus is sparse in the near place, the willows are swaying, and the moon arch bridge is on the line, but I see the desolate ancient pavilion by the bridge, some people are half-lying and blowing the sheng, and the melodious song goes to half the city with the soft smoke and soft water.

Jiangnan is Jiangnan, everything is delicate and warm, not as rough and mellow as Yanjing City.

Suddenly, I heard five gongs sounding, and a long voice shouted a long tune: "The prefect is out on patrol!" ”

The coachman drove the carriage to the side of the road in a "roundabout", and the surroundings were instantly crowded with people in simple clothes, with sad faces, frowning, and some of them carrying burdens on their shoulders, dragging their families and mouths, and wanting to go away from the country.

Just listen to the two small sedan squeaks, the sedan curtain is tightly covered, a master is with him, followed by the green flag, erect a quiet card, seven people holding a blue umbrella, and then there are follow-up soldiers, more than a dozen people carrying copper sticks and leather lances, mighty and mighty, and the front and back hug come from far and near.

That style can be done so much that people can only watch from a distance and dare not come close and be presumptuous.

But there are those who are bold. Yu Qiao only felt that there was a flicker in front of him, and seven or eight masked black clothes burst out of the crowd, holding a blue light burst scimitar and a long sword, and ran straight towards the official sedan chair.

For a while, the scene was chaotic and noisy. The white horse neighed in fright, and the chariot was swayed by the fleeing crowd.

"Protect my sister-in-law!" Zhao Guanghui lifted the curtain and drank vigorously, and in a moment, Yuqiao saw Ji Ping standing outside the curtain, holding a sword, separating the crowd for her.

"Guard Ji, why are you here?" She remembered that she only brought Zhao Guanghui, Hu Ji and Tie Zhu.

"Lord Zhou couldn't rest assured, and asked me to follow Chen Feng and Yang Hao from a distance in case of accidents." Ji Ping didn't look back, helped up the old woman who was squeezed down in front of him, and the strong man who came over took it and hugged it, leaving a thank you.

Yuqiao said a low "oh", his heart was warm, and he looked at the official sedan chair, the master and the person holding the flag and the umbrella had long been gone, and the soldiers were still resisting in the corner, and they were gradually exhausted.

Chun Zi had never seen such blood, and screamed and leaned down behind Bixiu and didn't dare to see it again.

But seeing a man in black rushing to the official sedan chair, he slammed the curtain with a sword, Yuqiao was stunned, the inside was dense, where is there anyone!

Suddenly, I was empowered, and the original patrol was an empty sedan chair, and the prefect sang a good plan for an empty city!

"Dog officer!" Zhao Guanghui was red-eyed and scolded fiercely.

The group of black-clothed men were no longer in love with the war, and some of them looked at them vigilantly, and they disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The crowded and chaotic people gradually thinned out and ordered, the shops on the street reopened their doors to do business, and the city soldiers had dragged the dead bodies away, and the bluestone slabs were dripping with a striking red.

The city painted in ink and water is stained with blood, and it is no longer ethereal and graceful.

It was the prefect who failed this city and the people of the city.

As if seeing that Yuqiao was depressed and dull, Zhao Guanghui smiled and said: "Sister-in-law, don't be discouraged, isn't there still Lord Zhou!" You see the front is Furong Lane, go straight through the old sour jujube gate, and then walk to the northwest corner of the market, where not only the tooth people buy and sell, but also some snacks from Quancheng, which taste good. ”

Zhao Guanghui and Zhao Susu's parents passed away early, so they lived with their aunt in Quancheng, and they were very familiar with the people's livelihood and customs here.

Furong Lane is the prostitute lane again, the gray powder wall buildings on both sides stand high, the middle road is not narrow, wide and straight, last night's rain stopped in the morning, the bluestone slabs are wet, only the sound of the wheels of the carriage with moisture can be heard.

The brothel and prostitution hall are hidden in the depths of the building. Because the day was early, the lanterns were extinguished one after another, and the skin looked half-old and not new, and it should have faded red. How can there be a bright orange fresh at night.

Two or three people set up stalls on the side of the wall, selling some rouge hairpins, embroidery thread patterns, etc.

Occasionally, a sleepy-eyed prostitute would send her departing benefactor out, yawning and glancing, or stopping with some interest.

The alleys were still empty, and they seemed lonely and lonely, with gusts of wind blowing across the hall, blowing forks on the curtains, and multicolored flags with the names of prostitutes rattling.

Yuqiao suddenly saw that in the dark place on the right, a door was pushed open by the maid and a woman came out.

But I saw that I had combed black oily makeup, inserted a hosta, pasted double butterfly flowers on the sideburns, the crescent moon eyebrows were drunk, the pink cheeks were thick, and the mouth was smeared with rouge, which was as hot as red.

The earlobe is delicate and the pendant is swinging, the begonia red large-sleeved shirt, the bandeau is loose and a trace of snow is loose, the sprinkling sweat towel is lightly tied with a small willow waist, and the sachet silk is hung low with the ring. Under the silver-white Hunan skirt is a pair of golden lotus feet with pointed bamboo shoots, half-covering her lips with a handkerchief, "poof" smiling all over her face, how charming and charming.

Yu Qiao looked a little stupid, in the previous life, she was in the Liuchun Courtyard, Qin Xiyue was already a beautiful thing, and she was not as good as this woman.

Men should love such a beauty, the beauty of the enchantment, the style of the waves, the eyebrows and eyes flew and sneered, and they were taken and sucked away.

In a trance, Furong Lane has passed.

In front of him is a new world, with cars and horses, and people are flourishing, as if the people of the whole city have gathered here.

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The old sour jujube gate is the most prosperous place in Quancheng, there are all kinds of auxiliary children on both sides of the street, selling north-south goods, the restaurant is wide open, the guy stands by the door and shouts hard to welcome, the business is miserable and bleak on weekdays, just point to this big set, how much can make a return.

The stalls selling mountain goods are crowded with people, looking at the vegetarian tea, herbs, animal furs, etc. that can be seen everywhere in the past, all of them show their relatives, and the snakes in the mountains are domineering.

The carriage came to a halt, and the northwest corner market finally arrived.

Bi Xiuchun Zi carried Yu Qiao before getting out of the car, and saw three or two toothed women approaching, and asked in a sharp voice, but they wanted to hire someone.

Zhao Guanghui looked up at the sun, looked at Yuqiao and chuckled: "Don't worry, it's noon, I'll take my sister-in-law to eat some food." ”

Yuqiao had two gluttonous cats in her belly, and her ears were very pointy, so she kicked her legs and sprinkled Huan'er, kicking her so that she bit her lips with a sigh, and only touched her belly and rubbed it slowly.

Zhao Guanghui was mistaken, thinking that she was hungry, and she felt guilty all the time, blaming herself for being too careless.

Fortunately, it is only a distance of dozens of steps, next to the shore of Daming Lake, with a large green cloth umbrella to shade the sun, and a round table and square chair under it. Zhao Guanghui was afraid that the jade would blow in the wind, so he pondered the choice of a place, and seven or eight people sat down to rest.

The guy enthusiastically stepped forward to greet him, and sent a small bowl of sand sugar mung beans in front of each person, looking at Yuqiao's stomach and avoiding coldness, he went to pour a bowl of vegetarian tea, which was neither hot nor cold, and the temperature was just in the entrance.

Yuqiao was eaten by Zhao Guanghui, drinking tea by himself, overlooking the sparkling Daming Lake, the swaying boat seemed to have been in the mirror, there was a breeze blowing the soft emission in front of the temples, and the original sweaty back blades were suddenly cool.

At this moment, she suddenly heard a coquettish laugh not far away, itching into the marrow of the person.