The wind rises and falls for a day.

When Huan Wen returned to the army, he did not cause any large-scale movements.

The common people in Beijing did not know the situation of the war in the north, and those things seemed to them to be the origin of a lifetime, and they were too far away.

The officials did know some of the experience of the Western Army, and when they went to the court, they were a little cynical, the money was spent, and the army went to the north for a walk, but in the end they didn't fight a tough battle and came back quietly.

Huan Wen's face was as cold as usual, and after returning to the army, he changed into an official uniform and went to the court quietly, turning a blind eye to the ridicule and cold eyes of the hundred officials.

He simply explained the situation in the north, explained why he couldn't go deep into the hinterland of Zhao State, and pointed out the name of Jiang Beihai, but it was normal and did not receive attention from others.

The emperor said a few words of hard work, rewarded some things that were not as heavy as the gift that Xue Lang gave to Xie Xiaoman, and then went down to the court.

Naturally, some people scolded Huan Wen for wasting military spending and returning in vain, but fortunately, it was some small people who spoke up, and it would not shake his foundation too much.

But Huan Wen saw the eyes of those big families, and knew that if he wanted to send troops to the Northern Expedition in the future, I am afraid it would be even more difficult.

Walking out of the palace gate, Huan Wen looked at the flowing clouds in the sky and took a deep breath.

He didn't resent Xie Xiaoman, although now all this can be completely blamed on her, but Huan Wen is not the kind of person who resent others when he fails.

He began to think about the path he should take, how he should play the next move.

He had long been tired of the weak emperor on the throne. I have long felt suppressed by the power of the family. He knew that he was capable enough to do the big things that swept the world, but he also knew it at the same time. He was surrounded by too many shackles and chains, and he was bound like a silkworm chrysalis, and he couldn't get out.

Xi Chao had already said goodbye and went home, Huan Wen felt bored, sent his subordinates home, and he only brought two servants with him, and walked to Lanyue Tower.

When you arrive at Lanyue Tower. It was still early in the morning, and there weren't many guests in the building.

The girls in the building all knew Huan Wen, so they hurriedly surrounded them at this time. Pinch your shoulders and beat your back, serve tea and pour water, and so on.

Not long after, An Zi also came over to ask for An, but somehow. His eyes flickered.

"How?" Huan Wen raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Another owner is there. And ......" An Zi was a little confused about the relationship between Huan Wen and Xie Xiaoman, but he knew that their relationship was not ordinary, and the two had similar identities, and many things were much more useful than saying it himself.

"Another owner?" Huan Wen was slightly stunned, he almost forgot that half of the dry shares of Lanyue Building had been sold to Xie Xiaoman, and at this time, listening to An Zi's reminder, he slowly recalled, "She is a girl's family." What's going on here? Aren't you afraid of being told? ”

"The slave has also reminded me many times, but it is useless." An Zi's face was a little embarrassed. Pointing to the backyard, "That little ancestor has lost his temper somewhere, and he has been drinking sullen since noon, and it is useless for the slave family to persuade him." I was thinking about what to do, but it happened that the owner came. Are you going to persuade you? ”

Huan Wen raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and almost patted his thigh and was about to scold his mother.

Grandma's! Lao Tzu's expeditionary army was beaten by you with a rod and had no way to enter and exit, and it took a long time to not even catch a fart, not all because of Xie Xiaoman, you dead girl! Now Lao Tzu hasn't borrowed wine to kill his sorrows! You're making a fuss here!

Huan Wen was furious, got up and was about to drill into the backyard to find Xie Xiaoman's theory.

I took two steps in a hurry, and I felt uncomfortable, thinking that you made yourself drunk and dreamed of death to solve my resentment, you are not Lao Tzu's woman, Lao Tzu doesn't care what you do!

Thinking of this section, Huan Wen turned around, sat down again, slapped the table with a snap, and scolded: "a fart!" Lao Tzu is here to drink and play with women! Bring good wine and good food to Lao Tzu, and some new girls will also call me! Damn, I'm here to play! I'm not here to worry about it! ”

An Zi was startled when she saw this, where did she dare to disobey, and hurriedly ordered a few delicate girls to come down to accompany the wine, greeting them back and forth, left and right.

Huan Wen's meal of wine, as soon as he drank it, he drank it until dusk.

It just so happened that this time was the most beautiful time in the entire Fengyue Alley.

At the beginning of the lanterns, the two rows of high-rise buildings gradually began to liven up. The aroma of wine mixed with the aroma of rouge, like a cloud of mist, brewed out in the steaming of the sunset, and gradually diffuse, rippling, shrouded in the sky over this land for a long time.

The girls are nearing the end of their grooming, and there are sporadic ennities coming to the door. In the pale twilight, a beautiful red pink aura was released.

"Red and pink, delicate as drunk, leaning on Zhu Fei. When remembering the year, the new makeup ......"

Xie Xiaoman was independent by the railing, holding a glass of wine, and his face was slightly drunk.

She looked at the increasingly lively traffic outside, although she saw the cold winter season, she couldn't help but smell a little spring fragrance from this fireworks alley, so she raised the corners of her mouth and recited this sentence in a low voice.

Miss Shilan listened to it on the side, and her heart moved.

Characters like her, the heart will not stop in the hands, the pipa turns the strings slightly, looking for the softness in the words, mixed with the watery tenderness of the Jiangzuo woman, and a gentle tune sings along: "Red and pink, delicate as drunk, leaning on Zhu Fei ......"

Xie Xiaoman was overjoyed when he heard this, and couldn't help but admire: "Miss Shilan's ability to arrange music is really amazing, I don't know much about the rules of this kind of composition, but Miss Shilan can always pick out the charm of the words one by one, this kind of means is really fascinating." There is one more point before and after this word, and I will write it to you. ”

Shi Lan naturally refused, and said: "Such a little bit of skill of the slave family can only be expressed through Xie Niangzi's words. Besides, the slave family is all a trivial way, and it is not enough to worry about. ”

Xie Xiaoman was slightly drunk, and she was already a little swaying when she got up, but she didn't care, waved her hand to signal that she didn't need to help, and walked slowly to the bookcase. Dongfeng Intentions" was silently written out and handed to Shi Lan.

"I heard that Xie Niangzi exchanged hundreds of poems for half of the dry shares of this Lanyue Building, but now it seems that Xie Niangzi is still clumsy, otherwise, why are there new words emerging every time?" Shi Lan took it respectfully and said with a smile.

Xie Xiaoman shook his head and smiled: "I don't have much ink in my stomach, and there are only a few poems that I can write." I wrote it to Huan Wen overnight, and although I racked my brains at that time, there were indeed unexpected poems and articles, which I have to copy now. If you sing it, use it, and it's useless for me to keep it anyway. ”

"Xie Niangzi is only in the world, this has long been a well-known thing, where can it be useless?" Shilan was a little puzzled.

"Only the world?" Xie Xiaoman laughed, "The word 'world' in Miss Shilan's mouth is not the only one in Lanyue Tower, right?" ”

Shi Lan's face turned red when she heard this.

Xie Xiaoman knew that he was speechless, and hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, Shilan, I didn't mean that, I just laughed at myself." ”

Shi Lan's face was slightly wider, and she was still a little ashamed: "The slave family's vision is indeed not high, and what I usually know is only these fireworks and strange things." But the slave family has been learning poetry and singing since the age of four, although it is not very clear, but they also have some opinions of their own. Han poems Zhou Zheng, Jin poems are obscure, nineteen ancient poems are faint, and the poems are three hundred and one words, and the thoughts are innocent...... But even if it is 'pale and pale, white dew is frost', although it is the wind of elegance, it is not something that ordinary people can understand after all. According to the slave family, it is naturally good to wait for the spring and white snow, but the people of Xiariba do not necessarily have to be vulgar and disgusted. Words such as Xie Niangzi, 'the east wind is attentive, first go to the small peach branch' and so on, are things that can be appreciated by both the elegant and the vulgar. Such words are not good, what else can be called good? ”

The more Shi Lan spoke, the smoother she became. In the end, the shyness that was still left on his face was completely removed, and his chest gradually straightened up, and he looked quite confident.

Xie Xiaoman also laughed when he heard this, but he didn't say anything.

After all, he is such a dying person, and the words "only the world" really don't mean much to him.

Seeing that Xie Xiaoman didn't speak, Shi Lan thought that she didn't agree with her opinion, and couldn't help biting her lower lip, feeling a little disgusted. But after all, she knew her identity, so she didn't say much when she saw this, and only quietly re-read the words and phrases of "Liuzhou Song Head", thinking about how to compose the music, but the sigh in her heart existed after all and could not be broken.

Shi Lan couldn't help but think in her heart, it would be good if Xie Niangzi was a man, and she was not afraid of not being famous......

Thinking about something in his heart, Shi Lan can still compose music, and after a while, the pipa sounds, and he sings in a low voice.

Xie Xiaoman listened slightly drunk, only feeling dizzy and swollen, obviously drinking too much.

If she wants, she can mobilize the aura around her body and let the alcohol emanate from her body. But she didn't want to do this, she hadn't been so drunk for a long time, and it was a good thing to rest when she was drunk.

There are too many things in my heart that I don't want to think about, although it is not very glorious to escape this kind of thing, but I can escape for a while, and then I will avoid it for a while!

In this way, Xie Xiaoman smelled the fragrance of fat powder in the air, listened to the soft and lingering songs, felt the excitement that gradually rose from afar, and fell asleep in a daze.

This sleep was really comfortable, I woke up without a dream, and slept deeply.

It's just that when she woke up, Xie Xiaoman was woken up by the noise outside, which made her very uncomfortable.

I woke up with a splitting headache. Looking around, there was only one person in the room, and I don't know when I had a brocade quilt on my body, and sure enough, the window that had been opened by myself had been closed.

The silence inside the house contrasts with the noise outside.

If you listen carefully, it seems that someone is arguing? What's going on with this smashing of plates and bowls? Could it be that in this healthy city, there are still people who dare to come to Lanyue Tower? Is it impatience to live? (To be continued.) )