"A city, a city, a hundred steels will eventually become soft, and the flowers on the other side will be endless."

- "The Book of the White Horse"

February of the Chang'an calendar.

The spring is cold, the lights are on, Chang'an City, the silent world, how noisy it is, but how lonely it is. The snow has passed over the city, and it has been dyed in my heart, who is in the song of the music square, with low eyebrows and hanging sleeves, who is swaying under the red candle, stroking the piano and talking infatually.

"Miss, why don't we go out for a walk, I heard that the street is very lively."

Qinglian gently pressed the strings and looked into the garden, the snow was flying in the sky, and she was at a loss.

"That's fine." Qinglian slowly got up. A few days ago, Chang Dan was just sent away, Chang Long has not returned, and the whole house is only her and her subordinates, and it is boring to think about it, so it is better to go out for a walk.

The maidservant was overjoyed, and hurriedly took the cloak and tied it to Qinglian.

The crimson cloak, the loose bun, the light powder, the light rouge, the eyes are full of stories, the face seems to be free of wind and frost, walking together, the Luo skirt is slightly swinging, like a spring wave, and the shallow footprints extend towards Chang'an City.

Chang'an market, crowded with people, the river is endless, the buildings are stacked opposite, the ribbons are knotted, the red lights are hung full, the food and wine have bypassed the sixth and fourth roads of the eighth street, the twelfth floor of the nine squares, the dance and music are noisy, and the flower bridge meets.

This scene, no one would have thought that this is the scene under the rule of Xifu, a city that has experienced destruction, a rough place, is so soft and dreamy.

"Are we going east or west?" Qinglian stood at the door of the mansion, but she didn't know what to do, and asked the maid next to her with a little confusion.

"Where does Miss want to go?" Yahuan asked.

"Hmm...... I heard that among the many restaurants in Chang'an, the most lively is the Swallow Building, so it's better to go there and have a look. Qinglian remembered that Qingfeng had mentioned it when she was chatting with her, Swallow Tower.

Swallow Tower, located in the center of Chang'an City, is the most famous restaurant on the 12th floor of Chang'an City, its reputation is second only to Luoyang Weiyang Inn, but although this Swallow House is located in the west of the Bianfu, it exudes a charm of the south of the Yangtze River. Blue bricks and tiles, mahogany windows, and several stone paths connect the main street, and the wine and food are fragrant, and the singing and dancing are moving. The unique Qin wine is even more popular with literati.

The sound of stepping on the snow was crisp, Qinglian walked on the street, the maid held a red umbrella for her, the master and servant were one after the other, the people on the street looked sideways, the maid noticed, and was at a loss, and said: "Miss, everyone is looking at us." ”

"Look, there's someone on the street with an umbrella?" Qinglian smiled.

When the maid saw that there was no one holding an umbrella, the pedestrians were all dressed in cotton clothes, their faces were red, their necks were shrunk, and they snorted from time to time, looking at them in surprise. The maid was embarrassed for a moment, and put away the umbrella in a panic.

"The Qin people have always been rough, how can they be so delicate as us." Qinglian whispered.

……

Soon, the two of them stood in front of the swallow building, three stories high, the eaves were full of red lanterns, and the building was noisy.

Qinglian thought about it, raised her feet and walked inside, and the maid hesitated for a moment and hurriedly followed.

As soon as he entered the door, a young man, dressed in oily cotton clothes, with a yellowed coarse cloth on his shoulder, snorted and said, "Both, please follow me." ”

Qinglian was puzzled, glanced at the maidservant, and followed the young man.

The young man led them to the side hall.

"Two, there is a rule in the Swallow Building, all female guests who come here must leave a handwritten note in this light rain hall." The young man pointed to the light rain hall behind him.

Qinglian heard this rule and thought it was very interesting, so she stood at the entrance of the hall with interest and looked inside, only to see that it was full of letterheads, and the walls were all pasted.

"To whom?" Qinglian asked faintly.

"The one who wants to stay." The young man said.

Qinglian nodded, thought about it, and walked in.

The young man rubbed his nose, saw Qinglian walk in, squeezed his eyes at the maidservant, and said, "Hey, I think your young lady must be a lady." ”

The maidservant glared and said angrily, "How do you know? ”

"Hey, I've seen a lot, a lady like her, she doesn't worry about food or clothing, and she can only think about men and women all day long. Look at the look in her eyes, she must be a thoughtful person. ”

"Hey, I said you're a little guy, what nonsense!" The handmaid scolded in a low voice.

The young man smiled, scratched his head, and stood aside without speaking.

In the light rain hall, Qinglian walked to the table, her jade fingers lightly lifted the wolf's pen, and Dai's eyebrows gradually wondered who she was for.

After thinking about it for a while, she gently wrote a line of words on the paper: I want to take a handful of snow from Yanshan and melt it into today's wine glass.

Smack!

A tear, on paper, blooms like a lotus flower.

Qinglian lifted her sleeves and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, smiled slightly, and turned to leave.

When the young man saw Qinglian coming out, he hurriedly beckoned him to sit down.

This swallow building has two floors, and there are many private rooms, and of course, the scattered seats in the main hall are also full. The young man was very eye-catching, and led the two of them into a private room.

"What are you two going to eat?" After Qinglian sat down, the young man asked.

"What's there?" Qinglian asked.

"You have to listen well, the night rain folds willows and swallows fly south, when will the three stacks of Yangguan return, Qin Huai Wuyue will remember his life, and the frost flowers and butterflies will be lovesick." The young man reported the most famous recipe of Yanzilou in a slippery manner.

Qinglian listened to it interestingly, and thought to herself that it was really different from ordinary places, and even the recipes were so elegant.

"Let's have a copy of it all." Qinglian said calmly.

The young man was stunned.

"Don't go yet!" The handmaid gave him a blank look.

"Gotcha." The young man was still taken aback by Qinglian's generosity, and when this table came down, there had to be a lump of silver there. While running, he sighed at the life of the rich.

In the private room, Qinglian sat quietly.

"What is Miss thinking?" The maidservant girl saw that Qinglian seemed to have something on her mind, so she wanted to enlighten her master.

"It's nothing, count the days, and the adults should come back." Qinglian said dumbfounded.

"It's almost there, so you miss the master." The maidservant quipped.

Who knew that when Qinglian heard this, her face suddenly became gloomy.

The two were silent.

It didn't take long for the food to be served.

"You two slow use, this is the signature of our restaurant, a total of eight dishes." This time, the shopkeeper came to greet him in person, with a rich and noble face, and a long white face. Round and chubby.

Qinglian nodded, looked at the table full of exquisite dishes, couldn't help but feel better, and gently picked up the chopsticks.

The shopkeeper didn't dare to disturb, and went out to gently bring the door.

"Serve me, or something big will happen." The shopkeeper had both joys and sorrows, carefully told the guys, shook his head, and hurried downstairs.