The city outside the Yaxi archway of Yangzhou Mansion is also the prosperous place of Yangzhou, and it is already regarded as the existence of every inch of land in Daqi, where housing prices are not developed.

And on the street behind the corner of Fushi Street, there is a small building standing quietly, this small building is called the Cloud Building, and it has been a long time, even the oldest man around, the memory will blur the scene of this small building.

The spring rain in the morning is exhausted, the rising sun gradually dries the air in the mist, in Yangcheng, there is no rush to catch the polder, every day the people are bustling, endless, today, the city is as prosperous as usual.

At this time, the sound of horses from a distance tore through the hustle and bustle of the city, and then a rapid sound of horses' hooves approached the crowd, and everyone frowned, so they could only quickly avoid the side.

In a short time, the bustling bazaar vacated a road large enough for horses to pass, and at the moment when everyone got out of the way, several horses came as promised, watching the tall horses pass by their faces, and everyone palpitated, and some even turned pale, if they were a little slower, they would have to collide.

This kind of collision is not a trivial matter, especially now that there are several horses that are going to kill people.

"Who is this? So outrageous! ”

"I'm afraid I'm in a hurry to reincarnate, and I don't know where to come from."

Everyone looked at the distant figure of the horse and cursed.

Maybe he was very confident in his horsemanship, or maybe he didn't care about the people behind him at all, and the owner of the horse disappeared from view without looking back.

A few horses turned around the corner of the city and finally stopped in front of the small building called Yunlou.

The horse at the front rode a young man with a sharp sword on his back and a tight-fitting military uniform, looking very upright, like a chivalrous warrior who traveled all over the world, in fact, this young man's bearing also conformed to this image.

But the two eyebrows between the eyebrows are too sharp, as if they are about to fly into the clouds, but they make people think that he is flying and domineering for no reason.

"Big brother!" As soon as the man stopped at the door of the cloud building, someone had already come out to greet him at the door, and it seemed that he had been waiting for a long time.

The man nodded, lightened his feet, and leaped off his horse. Ignoring the disciple who was still doing tricks, the man casually handed the horsewhip to the disciple's hand and said in a deep voice, "Where is the senior sister now?" ”

"It's on the third floor." The disciple didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly said.

"Hmm."

The man nodded slightly, and was about to walk in, when he walked to the door, he suddenly turned his head and said, "Remember to feed the good horse grass to Chasing Cloud, and don't be sneering." Everyone was startled, came back to their senses, and hurriedly agreed.

With that, the man hurried upstairs.

At this time, the morning sun has shone on the earth, and the spring is slightly cool, which makes people feel refreshed. And at this moment, on the third floor of the cloud building, the attic is open on all sides, allowing the sun to shine in, and the balcony outside the attic, contrary to the long street, can not only overlook the prosperous scenery of the long street, but also stay away from the hustle and bustle of this mundane thing.

It can be said that the person who built the tower must be an existence full of contradictions in his heart, just like the woman sitting on the railing at the moment.

Leaning on the pillar behind him, and his legs resting horizontally on the railing, he looked like a fairy in the sky, just sitting there quietly, looking at the bustling long street not far away.

It's just that when I look closely, her eyes don't have the slightest bustle of existence, her eyes are full of emptiness, obviously a woman with a very beautiful figure, obviously full of vitality in the morning, but it makes her a little sad in the twilight.

The man didn't know when he got to the third floor, and his steps were extremely light, so he deliberately didn't disturb the woman.

Looking at the woman sitting on the railing, the man smiled rarely, sure enough, he was in a daze, I don't know when it started, it seems that since she first appeared in Yunzhonglou at the age of thirteen, she has been in this state.

Sometimes it's normal, but more often it's just a daze for no reason, staring blankly into the distance, ignoring no one.

He doesn't understand, if it is understandable to say that he has just tasted sorrow at this age, it can't be said that he has been sad since he was a child, and in the end it can only be attributed to nature.

It's not that the people in the division haven't tried to get close to her, even themselves, but without exception, all of them have failed, with alienation in the blandness, and more of them are still in a daze for no reason, no matter who you are, just ignore them.

"Qing Xuan." The woman didn't look back, still pursed her lips and looked into the distance.

The man was bored, but fortunately it was a common thing, and he was not annoyed, and besides, he was the best treatment among the doormen, if ordinary people came here without permission, they might be thrown down by her before they reached the third floor.

Although she spends more time in a daze, her martial arts talent is exceptionally good, and she is also recognized as the first person in the sect.

If it was someone else, the man would naturally be unconvinced, but this was Nangong Qingxuan, and he was extremely convinced, also because the master had already hinted that he might marry Qingxuan to himself.

The man walked to the center of the attic, where there was a bookcase, complete with pen, paper, ink, and inkstone, but there was nothing in the whole attic, and it looked even more empty in the sunlight.

"What did you write today?" The man muttered to himself.

He knew that Nangong Qingxuan liked to dance and write, especially the poems were not bad, which was rare among the Jianghu sects.

I saw a piece of rice paper placed on the bookcase, and Juanxiu's font left two lines of words on it, "ruthless is not like amorous suffering, it is like leaving people to fall into flowers."

At this time, Nangong Qingxuan seemed to have regained her senses, turned her head and glanced at the man flatly, "Senior Brother Wen, it's here." ”

Wen Zhaoyun smiled gently, "Why does Senior Sister like Mo Qian's poems recently?" ”

"Are you talking about that couplet? That's just what I saw in a collection of poems, and I was quite touched by it, so I copied it down. ”

"This is the best, junior sister, you will be the owner of our Yunzhong Building in the future, no matter how high Mo Qian's poetry is and how good his writing is, he will be our rival after all, and he will be the eagle dog of the court, you must not show mercy to his subordinates."

Wen Zhaoyun said vigilantly, he had been in contact with Nangong Qingxuan for seven or eight years, and the other party was able not to reject him a little, and the kindness she expressed to any man would make Wen Zhaoyun extremely vigilant.

"I know this in my heart, so you don't need to say more, what are the arrangements for your master to come over this time?"

"That's right, the master asked me to come here to assist you in dealing with Yangcheng's affairs, and this Mo Qian can use it, and it is best to let him eat dog with the officials of Yangcheng.

If you can't use it, find an opportunity to do it, let's re-cultivate a puppet, the incident is imminent, and there is absolutely no room for mistakes. Wen Zhaoyun said solemnly.