Fang Yumu looked at Chu Yuqiao again, her eyes instantly narrowed, and in that black bun, there was a golden phoenix hairpin. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On that warm winter day, she remembered that she took a small sedan chair and swayed in the most prosperous street market in Yanjing City. Through the soft curtains, you can see the snow melting, cascading down the high walls to the ground, reflecting mottled water stains. She vaguely thought in her heart that the spring in the capital came earlier than the city of Broken Flowers, and it was warm and unexpected.

At this moment, a burly and majestic man inadvertently came into view, he was riding on a tall horse, slowly and lazily walking here.

It's Zhou Zhenwei.

At this time, his face is rough, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and he is unruly with his stocks, and the Marquis of Zhou ten years later is too steady and cold, this will be him, young and vigorous, just right.

To whom is lovesick in all kinds! Relive a life, only thank the gods, so that this person is still alive in her life.

Urging the sedan chair man to follow him, not far or near, unhurried, just like that, she stared at the broad and straight shoulders and back, but it was always not enough.

Watching him jump off the horse, standing in front of the rouge gouache, picking up the thin edge of the phoenix hairpin, lowering his lips and smiling gently, Fang Yumu knew the weight of the phoenix hairpin, and begged for it, but it was still not available, but it turned out that he gave this, along with himself, to Chu Yuqiao.

In the end, it was still a step too late.

No matter how hard she tried to catch up, this person was near, but far away.

And Chu Yuqiao is clear and supple. snatched her sweetheart without saying a word, and even didn't allow others to touch him for half a step.

Fang Yumu sneered, and she said only a few words about the bed. Chu Yuqiao, who provoked her, was full of anger, her eyes were burning like fire, and she hated to die with her, she looked like she had seen it before.

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The previous life, the Broken Flower City Liuchun Courtyard, the front hall.

Qin Xiyue always sleeps in the tent during the day, but she rarely appears that day, and bathes in fragrant soup, wears a newly cut red dress, and lightly applies thin powder rouge, half an hour ago, the Marquis of Zhou came with a soldier to spread the word that he wanted to meet her.

When I walked through the corridor and passed the front hall door, I saw four government officials walking out satisfied, carrying a cloth bag in their hands, bulging with a burst of silver.

She knew these people, and she was sold into this spring courtyard by them and fell into the dust. He smiled and said, "Brother of the four officials, where did you get the girl today?" ”

One of the officers saw that it was her, and stepped forward to touch her cheek, but after thinking about it, he retracted his hand, and said with a smile: "Now the girl who cherishes the moon is favored by the Marquis of Zhou, but it is a blessing." That girl is still your fellow villager, it is said that she was involved in the rebellion of Princess Xinyang, and she was raided from her home and exiled from Yanjing City. ”

"Look at the silver in your cloth bag, how much is it, is it still a clear man?" Qin Xiyue glanced at the hall in front of her, but she was a chaste woman, who was beaten and scolded like that by the turtle slave guard, and she still had the strength to resist, and she replied fiercely.

The other officer shook his head and said, "It's not Qingqi, it's just that the flower and the moon are beautiful, and it is indeed a stunning beauty." Listening to the escort to the messenger, this girl is in Yanjing City, but she is quite famous, she just came yesterday, and the bustard mother of the flower building took the silver to get people. ”

So beautiful? Qin Xiyue was a little surprised, and looked at them: "I guess you have already tasted that girl." Look at the new people who forget the old ones, it's really ruthless. Isn't it possible that I can't even compare to her? ”

"How can she compare to the style of the moon girl!" Although the words of a small errand officer were flattering, he looked regretful at the bottom, pointed to the inside of the front hall, and shook his head: "Look at the strength in front of the turtle slave courtyard!" I still want to fan the bustard's mother's ear scraper. How dare our brothers be ruthless yesterday, the official is not allowed to kill people in the mansion. Just wait for you to train it well, and we'll have fun again. ”

Qin Xiyue chuckled: "Don't worry, the girl who came here, pour a bowl of kitsch medicine, you can let her do anything." ”

Everyone sneered and chuckled.

"Hurry up, hurry up, the official is waiting for the silver." The official messenger led by Qin Xiyue said goodbye and left.

When the figure was gone, Qin Xiyue leaned and stood by the door, boredly twisting the silk handkerchief. From time to time, he looked coldly at the girl who was kneeling on the ground, although he only vaguely saw a side, his clothes were tattered, and the exposed clean and soft skin was stained with a little bloodstain, such as plum dyeing, red and white were very distinct, and he was lined with black oil and messy hair, and he felt that the beauty was really amazing and refined.

"How can Miss Yuqiao be so ignorant of practice! This city of flowers is the most comfortable place, and I am here. Look at you, delicate and tender, you can't carry a burden on your shoulders, you can't carry a basket in your hands, this is a border city, you don't have the strength to do hard labor, you can only starve to death, you don't think about yourself, you always have to support your sick father and crazy mother, don't you? ”

Bustard's mother said: "In my place, as long as you are obedient, don't talk about brocade clothes and jade food, I will support both parents for you." ”

When did this bustard mother become so bodhisattva-hearted? Qin Xiyue pursed her lips and smiled lightly, when she was sold in, she had never seen Bustard Mother so kind.

The girl who was called Yuqiao raised her face, her eyes were wide with anger, her face was fierce, and she spat at the bustard's mother: "Although I came from exile, Xie Cha's edict is quite clear, how can I be sent to this flower building as a prostitute when I enter the palace of the Marquis of Zhou?" What should you be guilty of contempt for the holy will, collusion between officials and prostitutes, and forced to buy and sell criminal courtiers and their dependents in private? ”

Bustard Niang's face sank, and she sneered: "It seems that he is still a learned person, and he wants to punish my crimes!" Of the hundred or so girls here, which one was not exiled? After all these years, I have not seen anyone to punish my sins. This is a border city, where Hu and Han are mixed, and there are already soldiers in chaos, and people are dying every day. The girls here in me have food, drink and clothing, and I still dislike other girls who want to enter my door. If it weren't for the fact that I looked at your face and persuaded you with good words, you would have regarded luck as a blessing? I bought you for a hundred taels of silver, which is the price of four good-looking girls. If you want to leave, just leave the silver, otherwise, you will obediently pick me up in Liuchun Courtyard. ”

"Even if I die, I don't want to do this humiliating thing for my ancestors. As for the silver, this is your affair with the government, how can I pay it back? The girl said sharply: "The sky is blue and the sun is bright, there is always a place to reason, don't force me to be anxious, I must find a place to reason." ”

"Where to reason?" Bustard's mother lost her patience: "I don't have the time to mess around with you here, whether you allow it or not, this handprint will always be pressed for me." The turtle slave glanced at the side and took a piece of paper.

Qin Xiyue was about to watch, but she heard a man's deep voice behind her, very soft and warm: "What are you doing standing here?" Beware of cold in the body and bones at the tuyere. ”

(To be continued.) )