South Korea, Xinzheng Castle.

There are many shops on both sides of the street, and the afterglow of the twilight sunset faintly spreads on the red bricks and green tiles or the brightly colored pavilion cornices, adding a bit of hazy and poetic to the prosperous evening scene of Luoyang City in front of you.

Walking, in front of and behind him are the faces of people who are either long, elegant, fresh, or sophisticated, the carriages and horses are sparkling, the flow of people is like weaving, not far away there is a faint penetrating shout of the vendors, and occasionally there is a long neighing of horses, Yan Hong feels as if he is in a colorful and rich picture, and he can't help but stop, looking at the blood-red remnant sun, and his complicated eyes want to penetrate back to his own time and space more than a thousand years later.

Wander around the bustling street casually, and your feet are light. The brilliant sunlight sprinkled between the green tiles and red walls everywhere, the abrupt horizontal cornices, the high fluttering shop signs, the sparkling carriages and horses, the endless flow of pedestrians, and the tranquil and comfortable smiling faces, all reflect the hypocritical glitz under poverty and weakness.

"If you ask about the ancient and modern things, please only look at Xinzheng City." Thousands of years of history come to mind, and the landscape of Luoyang is close at hand. The hot breeze blows on the face, walking in the world.

Yan Hong looked at the hustle and bustle under the Warring States disputes, and was happy for no reason, and sighed: Xinzheng, this is a famous city in the last years of the Warring States Period, and it is the capital of South Korea in Chinese history. However, this famous city has become a battleground for countless times, a battlefield for the two armies, a magnificent palace, a prosperous urban area, several times turned into ruins, and several times prosperous.

Whether it is the busy city in the city or the manor with mountains and rivers outside the city, they all have the same dream-like look, the lingering fragrance of the dragon and snake as the poet's pen, and the laughter of the drinkers. At this time, Luoyang, the capital of the company, was written into the poems by the poets. Written into the **, stuffed in a wine jar or a box, or alone, or party, or walking.

A prosperous city and half a city smoke, how many people in the world are drunk and immortal. This is the taste of Xinzheng.

Yan Hong and His Royal Highness Honglian sat in the most prosperous restaurant in Xinzheng City, drank a few pots of bland wine, ate a plate of sauce beef that people never get tired of eating, and knelt silently on the stool, listening to the teasing of the drinkers in the wine shop. There are also the vulgar singing voices of the inferior singers sitting on the seats, watching the pedestrians who come and go leisurely outside the open door of the wine shop.

The mood gradually relaxed, in this strange and familiar Xinzheng City more than 1,000 years ago, in such an ordinary wine shop that had long been submerged in later generations, the traverser Yan Hong finally completed the "transformation of the hero". He understands, he knows, he is helpless, he is excited, whether he wants it or not. He has become a man of the Warring States through and through, or the people of the Yan Kingdom, just like the rude drinkers in this wine shop, just like the pedestrians walking the streets.

Get out of the liquor store. In the drunken and hazy city, two or three dull-headed sparrows couldn't help but nap among the trance-like ancient trees beside the street. The remnant clouds are like a sweep, rolling up the smoke and dust outside the city, and the brushstrokes of the wind are washed by the water. The plump girl with a coquettish smile on her face at the door of the brothel, and her delicate face, which had not yet faded from the wine, was laid out in Yan Hong's eyes, in the war-torn era in the past. It appeared in a dream, but now it is really unfolding in front of your eyes.

"Brother Yan, what's wrong with you...... Feel like you're weird today? At this time, His Royal Highness the Red Lotus has never retreated from its youthfulness, and there is a trace of irresistible softness and delicate in his words.

"I'm looking at two people, two interesting people!" Yan Hong put down the wine glass, picked up a piece of fish, and put it in the red lotus, with a hint of pampering in his eyes.

"It's Bai Feng and the Ink Crow...... Zhuang told me that both of you have taken a fancy to them and want to take them for your own use. Honglian was a little proud when she said this, and then whispered, "Brother Yan, I have already let Lang Yu catch up with Ji Wuye, if you can succeed this time, it will be the best." ”

"Nonsense!" Yan Hong was almost about to shoot the case, and as soon as he grabbed Honglian's hand, there was a trace of anger in his eyes, "Why don't you discuss such a big matter with us." ”

"Discuss? My father is already planning to marry me off to that old fellow, and if I don't get rid of him now, what should I do? You can't bear to watch me marry that old fellow! Honglian was also anxious, her eyes were red, and tears were about to fall, and her jade hand raised her hand and pointed to a delicate pavilion over there angrily, "When the time comes, I will be like those women in the Bird Pavilion, become a caged bird, become a puppet that pulls the strings, and become Ji Wuye's plaything, I ......!" ”

Halfway through the words, Chi Lian's mouth had been blocked by Yan Hong, in this kind of bustling city, openly clamoring to confront Ji Wuye, it was 'hairpin'!

"Hey!" Yan Hong took a deep breath, and then slowly spit it out, he could clearly feel the helplessness of the red lotus, just like the grandfather [Yan Wangxi] who faced him, he was also extremely helpless, the feeling of being pinched in the hands of others was uncomfortable. "Okay, since it's already spilled water, you can't take it back, I'll help you solve Ji Wuye's matter, but you have to be clear, by that time, you won't be able to stay in Korea." "I know! It's a big deal, I'll follow you then! When she said this, Honglian spread her hands without any pressure, which really made Yan Hong helpless, what can you do if a girl who likes you is coquettish to you?

Cold!

"Don't talk about this, you see that Langyu is already too close to the Bird Pavilion!" Honglian patted the back of Yan Hong's hand, and pointed to the other side, but it was a warm sedan chair that carried a person into the Bird Pavilion, and through the pink gauze curtain, a graceful woman could be faintly seen. "You're keeping me here just to see the woman you've chosen?" Yan Hong said boredly. "Don't worry, what kind of white phoenix, Mo Crow, after performing the task every day, you have to pass by here, you can recruit them at any time if you want, with your identity as the young monarch of Yan Kingdom, they still don't bow down, giggle!"

Before the words fell, at the end of the sunset, there were already two figures coming from the wind, one white and one black, regardless of Xuanxuan, the same arrogance, the difference is one green, one mature. "The ink crow is really a good seedling, it seems that the 'Honghu' divine bird is really going to be given to the one named Bai Feng." Yan Hong muttered. "Why, don't you prefer ink crows?" Honglian stood by the window, looking at Yan Hong's face with big eyes without blinking, hoping to find out the answer from the subtleties, but unfortunately he found nothing.

"In terms of strength, Bai Feng is indeed not as tall as Mo Crow, but between the two, Bai Feng's potential is much greater, because he is in an ethereal state of mind and does not have as much anger as Mo Crow!"

"What's weird, I don't understand!" Honglian pursed her lips, very dissatisfied with Yan Hong's explanation.

"If you don't understand, go back early, I'll meet that funny guy!"

Before the words fell, the figure disappeared, and he rushed out of the window, climbed over seven heels in the air, and landed steadily on the other side of the Bird Pavilion. (To be continued......)