The imperial capital has been prosperous since ancient times, and the houses on both sides of the street are lined up one after another, including tea shops, wine shops, foot shops, butcher shops, temples, public houses, etc. People come and go, and it's bustling.

At this time, lanterns are hung along the street, and even the top of the pagoda of Hokkeji Temple is lit up. People walk in groups of threes and twos, talking and laughing, hawkers hawking along the streets, and the shops are brightly lit.

Ning Yan and Qing Luan were both dressed in men's robes, shaking their fans and walking slowly, looking from a distance, they were also two handsome sons.

"Childe, you're all out, don't be worried." Qingluan tugged at her sleeve and stood on tiptoe excitedly to look at the lanterns.

Ning Yan smiled and took a deep breath. Seeing that people were walking towards the Zuiyue Building on the corner of the street, he smiled and said, "Let's go and see what is going on over there?" ”

The door of the drunken moon building was crowded, and when I asked, I learned that today's Donghe most prestigious Xiangsheng opera troupe was playing in the drunken moon building today. The inner and outer three floors were full of people, and even the aisles were blocked. The shopkeeper who greeted the guests smiled with a shy face: "Our store is small, let you go for nothing." Another day, the Xiangsheng opera troupe will perform again, and we will definitely look forward to your visit. ”

Everyone dispersed in disappointment, Qingluan shook his head and said: "It's a pity, it's the most famous Xiangsheng opera troupe with the most famous Lingguan Lingxian......" Before he finished speaking, he was knocked on the head by a fan.

"Gong ...... Son! Qingluan touched her head and looked at her pitifully.

Ning Yan glared at her and said with a smile: "I thought you liked Luo Hua so much?" How can it be a monk for a while, and an official for a while. ”

Qingluan pouted and glanced at her helplessly: "Who told him not to have me in his heart?" It's not easy to force emotional matters...... Besides, it's not bad to look at the color appetite. ”

As he spoke, he heard the shopkeeper come forward and ask respectfully, "Do you dare to ask if it's Ning Gongzi?" ”

"Exactly!" Ning Yan lowered her voice.

"Please go upstairs with the little one, there are already guests who have booked a seat for the two of you."

Ning Yan glanced at Qingluan in surprise, but saw that Qingluan's eyes were also full of surprise. immediately followed the shopkeeper upstairs.

The downstairs is crowded, the people are buzzing, and the upstairs is really quiet and elegant. The center of the Drunken Moon Tower is a patio, and a good show is being staged in full swing at the moment. On the second floor, there are a number of private rooms around the patio, each with a different furnishing, but it is pleasing to the eye. The doorway is separated by a fine bamboo curtain, and from the outside, only a faint figure can be seen.

"Childe, it's here!" The shopkeeper lifted the bamboo curtain, and Ning Yan walked in. At first glance, I saw the dashing Yushu Lord Lu Li, who was in the wind, shaking a fan and knocking Erlang's legs, lying on the crossbar.

"A-Ning is here?" He fell to the ground one by one.

"Can't you see that Lord Lu Li is still so caring? What if I don't come to this drunken moon building? Ning Yan sat at the table and looked up at him and poured herself a glass of wine.

Lu Li sat down and winked and smiled, "What's that?" Today, I am in Zuiyue Building, Qingfeng Building, Ruixian Building, Fahua Temple...... All the places you can go are arranged for you. However, with the master's understanding of you and Qingluan girl over the years, you will still come here first......" He smiled very brightly.

"When things go wrong, there must be demons. Anyway, what's the matter? Ning Yan raised her head and drank a glass of wine.

Lu Li was stunned for a moment, and only then did he react and grabbed her and said, "How do you drink?" How does it look like a girl's house? ”

"You care about me?"

"It doesn't matter...... Are you an ancestor? ”

"To say or not to say?" Ning Yan poured herself another glass of wine.

"Hmm...... In fact, it's also the matter of the mountain lord......" He hummed for a long time, and struggled: "You better make peace with him, don't let him toss himself and me?" ”

"What's wrong with him?"

"The mountain lord is actually not in good health, but he doesn't pay attention to it. You also know that when he has a cold face, who dares to approach? I meditated all day long, and I didn't eat much of the food that was brought in. ”

"And what's wrong with you?"

Lu Li looked like he was about to vomit blood and die, he almost cried bitterly, and struggled to hold back a sentence: "I dare not say it...... In a word...... You know it all. ”

Ning Yan nodded, Ah Xuan's methods of rectifying people were indeed clever. Every word of that day's quarrel still stays in my heart now, like a knot, and I don't have the strength to untie it.

She knew that Ah Xuan was right, and she also knew that he was not selfish, everything he wanted to do was for her good. But she also has her persistence and inseparability, even if she hesitates, but after all, she has a bias. The selfish person should be herself.

With a long sigh, Ning Yan poured another glass of wine into her stomach, and Lu Li rushed up to grab the cup.

"Still drinking?"

"Isn't coming to a restaurant just drinking?"

At this time, there was a burst of cheers from the first floor, and Qingluan also screamed: "Ahh......hh Look, the spirit strings are here. ”

Ning Yan looked down with the intention of wine, and saw a person on the stage with a graceful posture, a face covered under a thick foundation, and only looking at the outline knew that it was a beautiful embryo. He has long sleeves, and when he turns around, he is already peerless. A pair of eyes are full of affection, so gentle that they are about to drip water. The steps are staggered, and every posture can attract a burst of cheers from the audience, making people can't take their eyes off. When he opened his voice, the audience was even more earth-shattering. The voice is not slow, but it seems to be able to sing to the bottom of people's hearts.

This is a literary drama, about a scholar who is drunk next to the ancient locust tree, and dreams of the ant clan's big huai Anguo becomes a concubine of the dynasty. His wife, Princess Yaofang, was very affectionate with him and sought a high position for him as Prime Minister Zuo. The good times didn't last long, and the neighboring countries heard that Princess Yaofang's beauty sent troops to rob them, and the scholar led the troops to repel the enemy army. However, the princess died of fright. The scholar who was still in the future lost his beloved wife and sank into wine all day long, wandered into a wreckage, and was impeached by the right minister, and the emperor finally sent him back to the world with "not my race, his heart will be different".

Three lives in a big dream, and when I woke up, I didn't know if it was a dream or not, but I knew that the wine in the pot was still warm.

Lingxian's final appearance is to say goodbye to the scholar in a dream, and the old Zen master wields a sword to break the relationship, and also breaks the dream of entanglement.

Ning Yan listened to it but slowly shed tears, tears dripped into the cup, and swallowed it. There seems to be a bitter taste spreading between the lips and teeth.

Someone next to him handed a silk handkerchief and said softly: "You are too deep into the play." ”

"Who's to say it isn't?" She chuckled softly.

"Dreams are not necessarily beautiful, reality is not necessarily ugly, it depends on how you deal with it." Lu Li looked at the curtain call below with his cheeks and sighed.

"If Princess Yaofang hadn't died, and he hadn't been sent back to the world, maybe he would have been sinking in that dream, which is not a good thing."

"However, dreams will eventually wake up, and it is better to be happy than to be drunk and dream of death." His eyes were a little gloomy, and he poured himself a glass of wine and swallowed it. He had always been a drinker, because he could not allow himself to be sober for a moment. But in this situation, it seems that only wine can extinguish the indignation and clamor in the heart.

Ning Yan patted him on the shoulder, stood up and walked towards the door: "That string of Buddhist beads, I see you have been wearing it for a long time." ”

Yes, too long. The rope had broken three times, and each time he had carefully attached it. The beads scattered all over the ground were also picked up by him one by one. However, it is still not the same as it used to be.