The name of this willow waist echoes that he himself is, the slender willow waist, slowly walking downstairs as if swaying in the wind, the straight eyes of the fairy and crazy Guang Gongzi, as if he has lost his soul. Liu Waist stood in front of Guang Gongzi, and said with a silent smile: "Guang Gongzi, the little woman has made you wait for a long time," the words said were as tactful as the song of the nightingale, the sound of the clear spring and flowing water, crisp and rhyme without losing nature, how not to let countless heroes and talents fall under the pomegranate skirt.

The old bustard stood beside Guang Gongzi, looked at Guang Gongzi, and said, "Guang Gongzi, can this willow waist suit your mind." ”

"She's...," Guang Gongzi looked at Liu Waist and even stuttered a little when he spoke.

"Willow waist."

Guang Gongzi smiled: "It's exactly what I want, it's just what I want," his voice rose, and it can be seen that Guang Gongzi likes this willow waist very much, looked at the willow waist in front of him and took out the silver ticket on his body, and said: "The rest of the lord will reward you, and the lord is happy today." The old bustard took the silver ticket in Guang Gongzi's hand, the joy in his heart was written on his face, and there was a kind of excitement, counting the silver tickets in his hand, it was really a lot. Raised his head and looked at Guang Gongzi and Liu Waist who were going upstairs, and said happily: "Liu Yuan, you have a good time with Guang Gongzi tonight, and have fun." ”

"Mom, I know," they said upstairs into the room, closing the door. The old bustard entered his room with a grin and closed the door.

In the dead of night, the wind is blowing, and the whole city of Beijing seems so quiet in this night, and it is as lonely as the full moon with the sky. Above the silent streets, the breeze blows up the dust and smoke on the ground, and its smoke fills the air. Out of the smoke came a group of people, dressed in red clothes, and then carried out a red sedan chair, with red lanterns, and its red light dispersed the surrounding smoke. These people are pale, their eyes, ears, mouths and noses are like thick ink outlines, like papier-mâché people, and their expressions are indifferent. This team of centaurs looked like a welcoming team, and two people at the front of them blew suona and disappeared into the haze of smoke.

Fengming Tower is still so quiet, there are no merchants coming in and out. Slowly walking into this Fengming Tower, the deep courtyard was full of gloomy winds, and there was no human breath in these pavilions around them, but they were lifeless. Hua Hong was lying on the bed, and the red quilt cover looked so festive. Then there was a suona sound outside the window, as if someone came to the door to propose, Hua Hong slowly got up and sat at the head of the bed, opened her eyes and got out of bed and stepped forward, looking out of the window, at this time a team of people appeared outside the window.

"It's He Gongzi, He Gongzi," Hua Hong was overjoyed, and when she got out of bed, she found herself dressed in red. The phoenix crown is in a red suit, and you will be treated with green silk. Spread ten miles of red makeup, weave cloud clothes, fat incense, a piece of true love to complain to you, good days and auspicious days to get married. Smile lightly, peerless, promise me a day to marry, promise me a lifetime of fragrance. The wedding dress is like fire, the red lips are like blood, the cinnabar show, the hairpin hook, suddenly looking back, who is left for a touch of red face? Bonus pushed open the door and hurried downstairs, but saw that it was so quiet and so dark downstairs, and ran out to stand at the door and look at the empty street. When I was young, a team of people walked out of the street, its pace was very light and its outfit was a festive, four of the people carried the big red sedan chair, its slow pace came to the gate of the Fengming Building, and then walked out of a maid standing in front of the big red sedan chair, leaning forward slightly, showing a smiling face, its face was still as pale as paper, and the smiling face seemed to be depicted by someone, so stiff. Then the two of them walked out in the same way, smiling, their mouths shaped like crescents on the horizon, and the two deep eyes could not see the rolling eyeballs. At this time, standing in front of the gate of the red red is full of joy, and a little confused, two eyes sluggish on the big red sedan chair, cover the curtain to get up the sedan chair, the pace of the person who carries the sedan chair is light and fast, the feet do not touch the ground, like a gust of wind blowing through this street.

The tall city wall is erected in front of you, its wall is high and straight, and the pavilion above the city wall seems so lonely. The sky was dark and the clouds were low, the earth was dark, and the dead trees on both sides looked even more lifeless. The red light from the red lanterns hanging from the trees illuminated the way into the city, and the gate of the building was opened. Looking into the city from outside the city, it was pitch black, and you couldn't see the street scene in the city at all, and there were no houses or lights around, like a lonely city, so dead and silent as if you had arrived in a ghost domain.

The big red sedan chair flickered in the night, and then slowly fell in front of the city gate, the sedan chair pressed down and lifted the curtain, the red came out of the sedan chair, walked a few steps forward slowly, stopped, his heart was a little hesitant, looked behind him, the big red sedan chair and the team of centaurs behind him were actually gone, everything was empty, a darkness. Behind him was the fingers that could not be seen, but in front of him was the red light illuminating the night sky and the gravel road under his feet, stone steps, etc., suddenly a pair of people appeared from the side of the city gate, and it gradually became clear in the night, on both sides were officers and soldiers with spears in their hands, among these officers and soldiers were dozens of people wearing white prison clothes, but they looked like prisoners. Under the escort of the officers and soldiers, these dozens of prisoners slowly entered the city gate, and one of the prisoners looked back and smiled at Hua Hong, it turned out that this person was He Jiehao.

Hua Hong looked at He Jiehao, who entered the city, couldn't breathe, and hurriedly ran away, the group disappeared into the dark red light, and they were at a loss in their hearts, looking around, anxious. There was a torture platform next to the city gate, and there were two executioners standing next to the Xingtai, crouching down and sharpening their broadswords beside the stones, sharpening the knives Huo Huo seemed to be about to be executed. Hua Hong hurried away, and the torture table disappeared into the night with the executioner, only to see a prisoner with a disheveled hair sitting in front of her, this prisoner had his back to her, and in his hand he was holding a very thin needle, the needle and thread of which were between his neck, as if he were sewing something. Hua Hong was a little confused, dazed, and wanted to go forward to take a look, this person was He Jiehao, who sewed the severed head on his neck with a needle and thread, and there was a trace of blood on the needle and thread that condensed into a ball and dripped down, and he screamed.

Bonus sat at the head of the bed in horror, sweating profusely, it turned out to be a nightmare, a terrible nightmare.

A small house is located under the mountain, there are all kinds of people who come to visit, but there is more lively atmosphere, there is no door tablet plaque on the gate, it seems that this is not a big family. Looking at the furnishings in the courtyard and the flow of people coming and going, the owner of this house is also a highly respected figure, so who is the owner of this house? The owner of the house is Mrs. He's family. Mrs. He's family does not have a prominent family background, nor is it a high-ranking nobleman, just a showman. It's not bad for a show to have such an identity and be like a market.

Mrs. He sat in the hall, entertaining the visiting guests, He Jiehao stood next to him, bowed and smiled very politely, and sat next to him was an older village woman, who glanced at He Jiehao who was standing next to him while talking, and said with a glorious face: "Your son is really a talent!" ”

"The dog is not talented, now he is just a showman, and he has an overreputation," Mrs. He was very respectful to the village woman, and looked at He Jiehao next to him after speaking. He Jiehao retreated into the inner hall and took out a plate of nuts and put it on the square table in front of the village woman, at this time Taigong smiled and said: "Such a simple food is not taken care of by the old man. ”

"The princess is kind, the son is polite and polite, but the slut doesn't know how to be polite, the prince doesn't have to be polite, the slut is here to talk about the matchmaker. The noble son Yushu is in the wind and is only eight buckets tall, and he officially talks about the age of marriage. The county lord has a daughter, the appearance is peugeot, and the noble son is a talented woman, so the old man Chen asked the slut to come to the matchmaker, to promote this good marriage, this has a portrait and also invited the prince to look at it, "The southern county order Chen Yanzu has a daughter named Chen Qianyuan, and it just so happens that Chen County Ling has a good relationship with the prince." Sending a matchmaker to say that the marriage between the two families is a kiss and a kiss.

"The old man was born humblely, and I am afraid that he has wronged Master Chen's daughter," after the prince knew the intention of the village woman, he was happy in his heart, and he was afraid that the door was not right, so he was worried.

"Your son is talented and has a bright future in the future, and although the prince was born as a farmer, it is already in the past, and he just happened to have a good relationship with the county prince, so he formed a good relationship with Qin and Jin, and he was not close to each other, so what did the prince worry about such a beautiful marriage? Please don't refuse. ”

"Well, it's an honor for a dog to marry the prefectural magistrate, how can there be a refusal. Go back and tell the prefectural magistrate that their old husband agreed to the marriage. ”

"Okay, good, Taigong is really a cheerful person! The slut turned the princess's meaning to the county master, "The village woman was overjoyed, turned around and ran out."

The gate of Chen's Mansion is tall and majestic, and the two stone lions in front of the gate are even more majestic. Chen Xian Ling slowly walked into the hall and sat down, wiped the sweat beads from his forehead with a hand towel, and the next person offered tea and bent down, raised the teacup with his head down and said, "Master, please use tea." ”

"Well, let's put it aside and go down," the county magistrate sat down and pressed his fingers on his beard, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Yes," the servant withdrew, setting the tea aside. The county magistrate looked at the teacup next to him, then took the lid of the cup and swiped it over the cup, picked up the hot air that blew it up, and drank it slowly.

At this time, a slave came forward and knelt down and said, "Master, master, there is a village woman in front of the gate who wants to see the master." ”

"Please," he said, and sat down with his beard straightened.

The village woman was led by the house slaves, and at this time the village woman entered the hall very carefully and stood in place. The county magistrate sat down on the hall and said, "Please take a seat." The village woman kept kowtowing with weak legs, and said, "Master." ”

"Please, you don't have to make such a big salute."

The village woman got up and sat down, her hands not knowing where to put them, only tightly between her legs, and her eyes looked around, as if she was a little nervous. The county magistrate smiled: "I don't know how the little girl's marriage is going?" ”

"The princess has agreed," the village woman looked at the county magistrate with her eyes, and the smile on her face was very unnatural.

"Well, you've worked hard," the county magistrate called someone to the account office to fetch a few ingots of silver and put them on the village woman's table. The village woman looked at the ingots of silver on the table, her eyes straightened, and she stood up. The county magistrate said slowly: "This is your hard work." The village woman grabbed a few ingots of silver in one hand and held them in her arms, and said, "Thank you, master, doing things for the lord is a blessing for a slut, not hard, not hard." ”

"Okay, okay, please get up, please get up," after finishing speaking, she picked up the tea and brought it to her mouth, and the village woman withdrew.

In the boudoir sat a woman, about eighteen years old, in her prime. Directly in front of her was a dresser, facing the mirror to comb her long jet-black hair. "Miss, miss," a maid barged in, and said, "Miss, it's not good, the master is going to marry you off." ”

The woman turned around and said very tactfully: "I don't know whose son?" I don't know how to be a person? ”

"I heard that he is the son of Mrs. He's family, and he is quite talented."

"You're talking about Brother Jiehao, aren't you?"

"It's not him, who else! It seems that the young lady has long had this intention for He Gongzi," the maid laughed.

"Xiao Cui," the young lady was a little embarrassed, her face was flushed with shame, and she said, "I'm ashamed." ”

When night fell, the princess returned to the room, and his wife had already prepared water for him to wash his feet and take off his coat for him. The princess sat on the chair, the lady brought the foot washing water and put down the squatting body to take off the shoes and socks for him and put them in the basin, rubbing her hands on the soles of the princess's feet, the lady raised her head and said, "Husband, this marriage has no opinion." ”

"The matchmaker's words are the orders of his parents, what opinions can he have, the old man is all for his good, okay, madam, let's go to bed."