The sound of the Buddha's bell on the sea surface is faint, from the sky above the Zhongfang Street in Tangfang, all the way to the waves five miles away.

The sea surface is flat and wide, enough to transmit sound, in the middle of the Great Song Dynasty fleet, there are five Fujian sea ships laid out in a word, and on the deck of the sea ships, because of the connected wooden planks, they are connected into a very wide water pavilion platform.

The crescent moon hangs high, dyeing a thin layer of gold on the deep blue sea, and twelve silver rivers rush into the sea.

Lou Yun changed his clothes, took off his half-arm armor, and leaned in front of the window on the second floor.

He picked out his eyes and saw that a water gate on the west side of Karabo, closest to the direction of Dazaifu, was also hoisted, and it was supposed to belong to the three large board boats belonging to the Fuso merchants, which were newly decorated, and sailed out of the water gate.

It was invited to participate in the state banquet, so the ship of Shikibe Cheng specially returned to the shore to prepare, only to see the weaving of the "Tale of Genji" court story map of the Umian spread on both sides of the cabin, behind the bow of the blue curtain, faintly visible is the beautiful Fuso wandering girl in the West Square.

They illegally wore the white twelve watches (Tang) clothes of luxurious Qing clothes, revealing layers of green, red, smoke purple, orange and yellow changing clothes under the curtains, and their long hair bloomed like a clear spring.

The young officer, who was only fifteen years old, also stood on the bow of the boat, and danced the song "Qinghai Wave" in response to the beat.

His folding black hat is obliquely inserted with a peach blossom, as if it is still in the peaceful capital for the first time to go to the palace, Jin to see the gorgeous season of the lord, in the spring full of flowers, he is a member of the Ping clan, fortunate to ascend to the cool hall of the country's governance, dancing, in order to be able to show his talent in front of the small lord, for the king to sweep away the spring breeze and flowers in the future, the palace lonely sorrow.

It seems that the world of the flat family in Fusang is still a song and dance.

The Japanese ships sailed out from between the dense reefs and traveled five miles away to meet the envoys of the Great Song Dynasty.

Lou Yun was dressed in a scarlet official robe and tied with a snow cloak, standing on the second floor.

He looked at the Tangfang boats scattered in all directions, and the wakes sailed past the 1,500 fishing boats that concealed the gossip battle army formation, and the sound of the song was overflowing.

The beautiful fisherwoman who stopped the oars sat on the bow of the boat with her knees crossed, curiously listening to the music, and the young men of the neighboring boat were accompanied by three or five people, and they were courteously rocking the boat closer, wanting to enjoy the dance of the spring waves in the moonlight boat with them.

He couldn't help but smile too, leaned over the chair railing, and called the most favored official and trick Shoulin Thief Niang, and said with a smile:

"Stealing Niang, enjoy another song of Xiao Sheng, and drink with me in the autumn tide."

On the wide deck, crimson lichen has been covered.

Sixteen officials sat together in plain clothes, each holding a pipa, gonghou and other similar musical instruments, because the musician Ren Pianpian who beat the big drum was sick in the typhoon three days ago, and now he just sits among the sisters with a pale face, barely supporting.

Worried, they were still listening carefully to the Fusang music, carefully judging how the music skills of the Waifan music were, and whether the lack of dancing drums would make the music banquet of the Great Song Dynasty envoys lose color, at this time, they heard Lou Yun's laughter, and they stared at the pair of wonderful eyes of "Qinghai Wave", and at the same time turned their heads to look at the source of the sound.

The golden glow of the crescent moon fell on the young envoy's long snow-silk cloak, reflecting his handsome and elegant face, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was like moonlight.

Lin Jiaoniang must have been in her heart, knowing that he didn't want the Fusang envoy to be beautiful, so she naturally caressed Xiao in her hand and smiled quietly.

There is a whisper in the sound of the waves, and you can hear a song of "Wangjiang Tide" from the Song Land......

The clouds touch the moon, and the tide is long.

Huang Qilang had already left, stepping on this song, and rushed to the orchestral state banquet under the moonlight, she didn't get in the car, and led Xiaorui Niang to walk slowly on Zhongfang Street step by step.

Hearing the empty and silent sound coming from the sea, she couldn't help but close her eyes slightly, and let the sound of Xiao rise, bringing her to Lin'an City of the Great Song Dynasty on the shore of the West Lake, thousands of miles away. The sound of music led her, floated to the highest place in the city, and quietly stepped on the tide tower on the bank of the Qiantang River.

She looked at the river tide from the upper floor, and could only see the silver tide line across the sky.

Gradually, the sound of Xiao turned brighter, and the tide turned faster,

The silver tide invited, she seemed to walk out with one foot, and then stood at the head of the tide, pushed by the surging tide wave after wave to the high place, the night wind caressed her clothes lightly, and flew to the jade disk and full moon in the sky.

The moonlight came into her eyes, and she almost thought that as long as she stretched out her hand, she could climb to the mottled laurel tree in the moon palace.

The tide finally rushed to the riverbank in front of the building.

The tide hits the shore, the moon bar topples, the jade rabbit hesitates, she steps on the waves, holds the moon branch in her arms and returns from the Gui Palace, the river hits the stone embankment on the shore wave after wave, sends her back to the pavilion, occasionally turns back, and sees that the waves on the river surface are like the ten fingers of the Xiao people flying on the Xiao tube, cocking and falling, gently lifting and breaking, one after another, lingering......

In the sky, the bright moon looking down at the tide is so curved and round, round and lacking.

The ups and downs of the world are just like the tide.

Lou Yun sat on the main seat of the state banquet, held up a glass of osmanthus sake, smiled and persuaded the Fusang Chinese Ministry of Worship who had already entered the banquet, and the sound was faint, and he could hear the voice of the fishermen on the sea and exclaim, and he was entangled in the sound of the waves......

The sea and the sky sighed together, a good song of "Wangjiang Tide" from the Song Land......

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After a long sound, Ji Qingchen's footsteps also stopped in the center of the street.

In the moonlight, she closed her eyes slightly, recalling the three years in the Zhuma Temple, the twelve Great Song monks who gradually passed away, and personally taught her to read and write, took care of her food, clothing, housing and transportation, and told her about the northern Foshan, and the old Zen master Kongming who sheltered her in the temple from time to time......

These days, the news came from the eyeliner she arranged in the Zhuma Temple that his body was too weak to adhere to the daily scriptures, and she originally thought that after sending off the envoy, she would invite him to recuperate in Tangfang......

However, after all, he also buried his bones in a foreign country and fulfilled his lifelong ambition to glorify the Buddha.

From then on, she never had a safe place to be sheltered in this life......

When the car bell rang, she stood in front of the car and asked Fang Ding to send a message to the mothers of Neku, asking them to take care of the door of the small courtyard on the old street, and she did not return at night for the first time in three years, and she would not know that the little Song Shang lurking in the East Fang, because she did not know the change of her sudden arrival in the Zhuma Temple, taking advantage of the noise of San Lang's return to the workshop, she had already come to her door with the smoke and rain painting lamp.

The little Song Shang thought that the lamp lit by Neiku's mothers in the small courtyard was a warm candle for her home, so he did not hesitate to hang the code of guidance on the mulberry branch sticking out of the wall, and quietly lit the Jiangnan painting lamp of ink and smoke......

She held Xiao Ruiniang's hand and got on the ox cart up the mountain.

The wheels did not move, and the sound of talking outside the car was already in my ears.

She opened the curtain and looked outside, and sure enough, she saw Zuo Ping, who was stopped by the fangding and walked three steps in front of the car.

She also saw a familiar letter in his hand, which made her look familiar.

The moon-white envelope reveals the dark background of water ripples, outlining the sail shadow of the wind with light ink, which is the most commonly used envelope when Wang Shiqiang used to write love letters to her in the past.

She looked at Zuo Ping in the car.

She still remembers that in the past, when she and Wang Shiqiang fell in love with each other, it was the little guy from his mother's Zuo family next to him who came to the courtyard of the Ji family to hand love poems and letters to Wang Shiqiang, and secretly asked her to go to the beach for a stroll on the moon......

At that time, Zuo Ping was also such a green shirt and shoes, a clean and refreshing capable young man, every time he brought love poems and all kinds of exquisite boudoir things to Wang Shiqiang, he would squat on the edge of the well in the yard, fetch water and twist a handkerchief to wipe his face, drank half a cup of tea, ate two snacks and received the reward, and by the way, he took a nap again, so as to get the apologetic poem she wrote by meditating hard in the house.

He will leave with a smile before Ji Lao Er and Ji Lao San go home.

"Go and talk to your son-in-law, I will mention the business matter to Huang Qige, and everyone can discuss it." The rest, there is no need to say more. ”

Zuo Ping also knew what kind of character she was, seeing that she refused to accept the letter, he wanted to explain a few words for Wang Shiqiang, but he listened to her again:

"From now on, I don't have to see him again."

The long street was silent, and the sound of the music coming from the sea in the distance had died down, and only the moonlight was quiet......

The sparkling waves of the fisherwomen ate the fish paste and vegetables cooked in the tandoor, and gently rocked the thousands of flat-bottomed fishing boats, following the waves, and they looked back from time to time to look up at the five connected decks.

Under the moonlight, there are sixteen orchestral musicians playing in unison, and the good music is accompanied by wine.

In the banquet on the shipboard, Lou Yun is the mainstay, sitting in the right position, the deputy envoy Qin Congyun and the three subordinate officials, Wang Shiqiang, Chen Honggang and the first seven on the left side of the escort, the guest on the right side of the case, the same Ping clan Shibu Cheng and Tibetan generals, are all young and handsome, they raise their glasses at the same time, to the Great Song Dynasty envoy to drink.

The sound of the pipa was quiet, the guests and hosts laughed, and Shibu Cheng got up while he was drunk, and he won Yuxiao in the hands of the beauty, and blew lightly on his lips.

It was the unforgettable song "Wangjiang Tide".

It is inevitable that there will be mistakes and omissions in his tune, Lin Thief Niang smiled slightly, and gestured with her eyes, and there were two other Xiao beauties in the music who blew bursts of tide and matched him.

I can only hear the three tides stacking on top of each other, and the waves go back and forth.

On the sea surface of more than 100 and 3 Great Song Sea boats, countless Great Song Dynasty boatmen and sailors who have left home are also leaning on the strings of the ship in this song, looking at the bright moon together, dreaming of the river tide, and the snowy steel fork in the hands of the Tangfang Fangding on the periphery seems to be dyed by the continuous tide in the sound of Xiao, smeared with the soft silver light under the moon of the Qiantang River.

Xiao Sheng gradually lowered, as if there was nothing, as if the tide receded into the sky, everyone at the table looked at each other and smiled, just a little unfinished, a clear fishing whistle at this time, meandered.

There is a bright orchid in the sea, standing on the bow of a small boat, blowing a short sound of jumping with a whistle, and offering a song in front of the national embassy.

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