Forget the immortal drunk.

At night, the courtyard is like a city, and it is like a dream.

Forget the immortals and get drunk, the most prosperous green building on the Forget Immortal Street, the top famous prostitutes and pink beauties are hidden here.

The prince will hide the concubine for fun, and the prince will use the wine as a song.

The book business angrily scolded Fang Xuan, and the civilian money was exchanged for * moments.

Many years ago, forgetting immortals and drunkenness was not called forgetting immortals, but a vulgar name.

However, those cheesy things have forgotten about the fairy drunk street people, and the only thing they remember is the thing that is not cheesy reads();.

That's where the drunkenness comes from.

It has been passed down for many years and has endured.

Legend has it that many years ago, the ghosts and fairies passed through this place, and when they saw the prosperity of this place, they felt happy and quietly landed.

Dressed in white, what a beautiful son!

Hold a jar of osmanthus wine, osmanthus wine, golden osmanthus.

How much good wine? Too many to count.

How much have you drunk? It's too much to remember.

This is the drunkenness of the ghosts.

In the middle of the night, no one was there, and the sky and the earth were silent.

The moonlight willow tree, the woman in the double butterfly embroidered Luo skirt stood at the head of the willow bridge and sang the first "Drunken Whip":

"Double butterfly embroidered Luo skirt, the first meeting at the East Pond Banquet. The vermilion powder is not deep and even, and the idle flowers are faint spring.

Take a closer look at all the good, everyone is humane willow waist. Yesterday was in turmoil, and when I came, my clothes were cloudy. “

The ghost fairy was melancholy and couldn't bear to disturb it.

After hearing this song, I borrowed wine to reconcile.

The moon has fallen, and the woman in the skirt has disappeared into the dust.

The ghost fairy was drunk when he heard it, woke up the next day, and wrote a lyric, named: "Forgetting the Immortal Drunken Beauty".

The vast stars and bright moon are forgotten, and the morning light willow Luo skirt dances.

Drink Guixian and get drunk together, and the world is full of joys and sorrows.

The Kyaukwan River is like smoke. Light boat night aconitum boat.

Yingying flies to find a place to return, and forgets the house of the drunken beauty

One sentence "forget the drunken smoke", and then change the last sentence, saying: forget the immortal drunk.

The women hidden in the drunken fairy are all called: the drunken beauty of the forgotten immortal.

Are there any ghosts and fairies here?

No one sees, no one knows.

Forget the immortal drunk at the door, but carve a ghost fairy, white clothes fluttering, lying sideways on the ground. Left hand on the brain. The right hand drinks, and a blue jade is tied around the waist, just like an immortal who lives here.

Therefore. This forgetful immortal drunk is like a cloud.

Zhu Wuhong stood in front of the ghost statue with his sword in his hand, but he didn't know these legends, he just thought that he could let Li Qingyi come back, even if he could be by her side and not say a word.

Forgetting the immortal drunk is different from the Qinglou elsewhere. There were no bustard prostitutes soliciting customers in front of the door, only four strong men stood guard in front of the door. Block out those who are troublesome or have no money.

Forgetting immortals and getting drunk is not the same as elsewhere, not rich people can get in, of course, there is no money, it is absolutely impossible to let them in.

Don't have the money to come to this place of fireworks?

The oil seller's monopoly on the Oiran is the exception after all, and not everyone will be so lucky reads();.

If it weren't for the oil seller's persistence and the oiran's pity. The Oiran was wandering to find a good home, otherwise how could he sell the oil lang to monopolize the beauty of the Oiran?!

But the drunken beauty who forgets the fairy doesn't think so, how lucky is it to be able to enter the drunken fairy?

Princes and generals, rich businessmen, big families, rangers, scholars, children, as long as the beauties are eye-catching, they can enter this forgetful immortal drunk.

There are two beauty houses. One seclusion, one pleasure seeker.

A beauty looking for pleasure. One is the body and mind, and the other is the soul.

The beauty of the former, a house, a boudoir; The beauty of the latter, two houses, a place for making friends and escaping from the world with piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

The person behind the curtain is not the bustard but Yi'er, and the rivers and lakes don't know what her surname is, but all they remember is the name of the drunken beauty of the forgotten immortal.

The face of the world, a smile, looking forward to the brilliance.

Whoever can see Yi'er must be a person who spends a lot of money, but he who spends a lot of money may not be able to see his face.

Legend has it that Yi'er came and went without a trace, and the art of disguise was ingenious.

She can disguise herself into the beauty she painted, and she can also disguise herself into the appearance of a village woman and a trader.

She's looking for someone, someone who can change her fate.

No one can see her true appearance, rumors, the world's face, perhaps, just rumors.

Zhu Wuhong was still standing there, gradually moving to the corner, he could see others, but others would not notice him.

Why wait and not go in?

I didn't see Nangong without incense, and there was no name, so it was not easy to enter.

The main entrance is not accessible, but the side door is very easy.

I didn't want to come to this place of fireworks, just because he was the most suitable person who could get close to Nangong Wuxiang.

I felt sad and desolate, and when I saw the prosperity here, I felt that this was my own blasphemy against Li Qingyi's holiness.

He shouldn't have come here at his age, and the saber boy wasn't a veteran of love.

If he is a veteran of the love field, he can also boldly explain his heart to Li Qingyi, and he will not hesitate here tonight.

Tonight, the moonlight doesn't seem so good.

Most of the people who are drunk are long-haired and fluttering, and they are dressed in fine clothes.

The servants and maids behind him were all blocked from the door, and then they were taken into another courtyard next to them to wait for their masters or play.

Zhu Wuhong looked at all kinds of people, boring to guess their identities. I saw them walking together one by one, and then entered this forgetful immortal drunkenness, but I didn't see that Nangong Wuxiang coming here.

It is quiet and pleasant outside the door of Forget Immortals, and it is not like an ordinary fireworks place.

This is also the difference between forgetting immortals and drunk.

"Could it be that Nangong Wuxiang won't come here tonight?"

Zhu Wuhong stood on the wall with his sword in his arms, raising his eyes against the wall to look at the starry sky in boredom, and the stars were dotted reads();.

I was very disappointed in my heart, feeling that he was getting farther and farther away from Li Qingyi

A long shadow appeared at his feet, and Zhu Wuhong was unmoved, closing his eyes.

"Childe, who have been waiting here for a long time?"

The sound was like heaven, Zhu Wuhong tilted his head and stared, beside a woman in green clothes, sixteen or seventeen years old, with a delicate face, standing on the eaves, half in the shadows and half in the faint moonlight.

Zhu Wuhong glanced at it, his heart throbbed but he didn't say anything, and smiled slightly.

"Aren't you afraid of the little girl's hands?"

The woman in Tsing Yi suddenly revealed three silver needles from between her fingers, and the silver needles of the moon shone brightly, making people feel frightened to see.

Zhu Wuhong was unmoved, still holding the long sword in his arms, smiled faintly, and replied softly: "However, I don't feel that you are half murderous."

The woman quietly hid a silver needle in her sleeve and muttered to herself: "It seems that it is really destined"

"What are you talking about?"

Zhu Wuhong suddenly heard this, stood up and put away the long sword, the woman looked up, smiled, and said, "Zhu Wen, you will understand in the future."

Zhu Wuhong was puzzled when she heard her call him by other names, and was about to ask, but saw the woman lower her eyebrows and took out a small object from her sleeve and put it in the palm of her hand, then looked at the thing in her palm and asked, "Childe, are you looking for this thing?"

Listening to her words again, Zhu Wuhong came back to his senses and looked at it, it turned out to be a small bottle, which was no different from the broken vial he had hung on his neck before.

"How did this come here?"

Zhu Wuhong was frightened, I don't know whose vial it is, the woman Qingyi floated, and said softly: "This bottle is from Nangong Wuxiang, the little woman can give it to you, and she can also let you be with Li Qingyi, but you have to promise me a condition."

Hearing the woman mention Li Qingyi, Zhu Wuhong didn't think much and hurriedly asked, "What are the conditions?"

"The little girl will come to you again in the future, and then, let's talk about today's conditions."

After the woman finished speaking, she threw the vial to Zhu Wuhong, and Zhu Wuhong hurriedly caught it.

Raising his eyes, he only heard the jingle of the ring, but saw only a blue shadow disappear, and the woman's voice came, saying, "Little girl Yi'er, please remember today's promise."

Zhu Wuhong stepped forward, where can I still see that green clothes?

Holding the somewhat warm vial, I wondered.

"Why does she know so much and I don't know her?"

Zhu Wuhong thought carefully in his heart, he didn't recognize this woman in Tsing Yi. There is a woman in Tsing Yi in his heart, and that is Li Tsing Yi.

After thinking about it for a while, I finally had no clue, and when I raised my eyes again, there was only the faint moonlight.

Zhu Wuhong had to turn around and leave, and the prosperity of forgetting immortals had nothing to do with him.

A faint moonlight, deep longing (to be continued.) )