Pang Xiuqun's life should not be extinguished, several fast horses arrived, Fei Junli's subordinates saw this scene, and asked one person to go back to report the news, and the others dismounted to deal with the dead. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Hand over Li Ying and spare you from death."

The sergeants who accompanied Fei Junli to Jiangning had all fought, and they were far braver than ordinary soldiers, and they were not timid because of the large number of people on the other side.

"You protect your lordship and go quickly, and we will break off."

There is a consciousness to fight, and the dead man stands in front of the carriage to prevent the sergeant from approaching.

"Look for death."

The sergeant drew his sword and slashed.

Taking advantage of the scuffle between the two groups of people, Pang Xiuqun crawled to the side to hide, and the innocent people were affected and died tragically.

Liu urged the horsemen to hurry, and more than 20 dead soldiers ran on both sides of the carriage to guard against the pursuers and prepare to force their way through.

The fierce battle at the north city gate is about to start, and the sheng song of the Confucius Temple is not young.

Continuing the momentum of women's liberation, in the mysterious Peking Opera, the famous blessing of the owner of the Peach Blossom Nunnery, under the double effect, the flowers are dressed under the stage, overcrowded, and there is a sensation before the performance.

When Xiao Jinling changed his former Jinluo jade clothes, wore a Taoist robe, and appeared on the stage with a whisk in his hand, the audience exclaimed again and again, thinking that Xiao Jinling had seen through the red dust and left home.

Take a closer look at the color of the Taoist robe and it is bright and conspicuous, which is different from the simplicity and simplicity advocated by the monks, and the beauty who is everywhere in the body is dressed as a person who is outside, which has a unique style, like a fox spirit who has made a demon spell and transformed into a little nun to tempt mortals.

Before the play started, Israel fascinated the hearts of countless men.

"Phew, shameless prodigal hooves, I'm not afraid that the Buddha will condemn you and kill you with thunder."

"Stinky man, that watery poplar woman, you love it too."

The girls who have not left the cabinet and the married women are fighting against them, but they are reluctant to turn around and leave.

Yutangchun was staged in Taibaiju, Taibaiju is a restaurant, a place where dragons and snakes are mixed, it is inconvenient for women to go, and everyone can not get involved, so they can only miss the premiere of Peking Opera in Jiangning, and finally have the opportunity to witness Tang Yin's new work, how can they give up for the sake of Xiao Jinling.

The crisp flute sounded, the little golden spirit walked to the front of the stage, the Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows, looked down on everyone with kindness and holiness, brushed his dust and pointed obliquely, turned to face a statue of Guanyin, twisted and swung to the low table where a wooden fish was placed and sat down, and read:

"Cutting hair is pitiful for Nishi, and a Zen lamp sleeps with slaves. Time is easy to pass and urge people to grow old, and let down the young and beautiful youth."

He put away his water sleeves and said, "Xiao Ni, Zhao's family, the legal name is empty. Since childhood, he has been a monk in Xiantao Nunnery, burning incense and chanting Buddha all day long; When the evening comes, I sleep alone, so that I am not desolate."

Not afraid of the world's eyes, a few words will be said, accompanied by the cold and lonely of the ancient Buddha of the green light, the deep grievance, a pair of charming eyes but like a delicate fit, Dan lips laugh and laugh, a spring heart is about to burst out, so that people are not distressed.

Xiao Jinling sang: "The little nun is twenty-eight years old, she is in her youth, and her hair has been cut off by the master. Every day, burn incense and exchange water on the Buddha hall, and see a few children playing games under the mountain gate. He looked at us, and we looked at him. He and us, let's share him, and worry a lot about it. How can the enemy achieve a marriage and die in front ......of the palace of Hades by him?"

Just a person sits alone, sings the hillside sheep alone, sings the Huaichun Xiao Nise Kong, the helplessness of the empty door, the spring love ripples, and would rather suffer in hell than taste the desire of human desire.

"Shameless."

Some people in the audience couldn't tolerate Xiao Jinling's desecration of the pure land of Buddhism like this, and they started scolding.

"There's something wrong, I don't want to hear get out."

Hearing that the excitement was strong, he was disturbed by people for no reason, and everyone was unhappy, driving away the fake Taoist scholar, and the Hu Renyan danced in Xianglu of the Jade Fang, showing his buttocks and breasts, and he didn't hear him say a word, Xiao Jinling was obscene and shameful just by talking.

It is a very small number of people who are in trouble, and the vast majority of people are fascinated, dumbfounded, and tsk.

Which girl is not pregnant with spring, in the face of love, even if the gods are also thinking of Fan, across morality, etiquette, rules and regulations directly to the heart, bold and provocative, stirring everyone's mind, obsessed to look at it, want to know more about the inner privacy of the empty space, ashamed that the woman in the audience blushed, about to drip blood, but the eyeballs were nailed to the high platform, firmly watching the little golden spirit.

Xiao Jin Lingfang off sixteen, less than eighteen, interpretation of color and emptiness without a sense of disobedience, thousands of charming beauties, bright teeth and eyebrows, Pan Qian Shuli, the Taoist robe can not cover the youth carcass, under the beautiful figure, ignite the love fire in people's hearts, the more it burns, the more it burns, the more it burns, the flower stage is like a sea of fire, and the heat makes people forget the autumn coolness.

"The front lamp of the Buddha can't be used as a candle in the cave room. Aroma kitchen, can't do tortoise feast East Pavilion. The bell and drum tower cannot be used as a lookout platform. Grass futon, can't be made hibiscus soft mattress...... Hibiscus mattress pads."

Spring love is pervasive, and the sentient men and women who come together can't help but hold each other's hands.

The heart was fluttering, and the soul was easily taken away by the little golden spirit, and she sang complainingly: "The slave is a female Jiao'e, not a man. Why is the waist yellow silk and wearing a straight embellished? Seeing the couples drinking and having fun, a couple faced the brocade, ah, the sky was scared! It is not as hot as fire, it is not as hot as fire!"

The lotus fingers and water sleeves were flicked on the chest, and the fire burned the ground, and everyone who saw it was uncomfortably hot.

"Okay."

Zhao Yannian and Wang Xian took the lead in shouting and applauding, how could there be the Yan sisters and Su Xiaomei in their eyes, all of them were played by Xiao Jinling.

Strange things happened, some grandmothers pulled away their girls with stinky faces, everyone was beautiful, and women who paid attention to family education turned around and left.

The rap on stage is lewd words, and even if a chaste woman listens to a few sentences, it will damage her reputation and tarnish her reputation.

In that room, the women under the flower stage, in addition to the courtesans who accompanied the guests to drink, the women of the Qinglou, and the merchants who built sheds to do business, only Yuan Rongrong, Qiu Xiang, and Emperor Roufu who was surrounded by layers of guards remained.

"Tang Bohu is ridiculous and cheap, princess, you are a golden body, how can you listen to such an obscene voice, the queen mother will definitely not like it when she knows it, and she will blame the old slave for not serving the master well."

Inhumane eunuchs, more than anyone else, love these sensual dogs and horses, Jiang Jie listened to the muscles and bones, thinking that before returning to Bianjing, he wanted to ask Xiao Jinling to wear a nun's robe to serve him, but his duty was in his body, he had to persuade the princess to stay away from the flower platform quickly, and the princess would soon want to be a concubine, and it would be passed out.

"This Tang Bohu is really an eclectic rare genius, is there anything he doesn't dare to do?"

Last time Yutangchun, this time Sifan, Wu Huanhuan fully saw Tang Yin's talent and learning, unpredictable thinking, and wanted to get into his heart to see what he was thinking.

"What a fuss, what a system."

Wu Huanhuan drank Jiang Jie, stayed calmly, and listened to Xiao Jinling singing.

Tang Yin once said that Sifan is none other than Xiao Jinling, Yuan Rongrong was a little unconvinced at the time, but now she knows that what Tang Yin said is true, Yuan Rongrong thinks that she can't be the vividness of Xiao Jinling, limited by the etiquette in her bones, she can't say some things at all.

In this world, how can a woman be allowed to indulge her seven passions and six desires, and if she has, she must suppress it, hide it, keep it secret, say it, and do it, otherwise she will become a traitor.

Even if it is a play, it has to be pointed out by thousands of people.

In the past, Yuan Rongrong thought that Xiao Jinling was willing to fall, and after getting along, Xiao Jinling's loyalty to her heart, daring to love and hate, made her appreciate it, and gradually resolved the gap between the two.

There are thousands of green grasses, thousands of red flowers, all of which are fragrant and beautiful.

Only people are allowed to be sad about autumn, and people are not allowed to think of spring, and women are inevitably too aggrieved.

Shame to shame, Yuan Rongrong blushed and cheered for Xiao Jinling, Qiu Xiang shouted louder than anyone else, she had no city in her chest, Xiao Jinling sang well, so she praised her.

"Young master, the slave and maid will also accompany Sekong and sing Sifan in the future."

Qiu Xiang felt that Xiao Jin Ling was very beautiful, and sighed to herself.

"In a few years, there will be a day when you will appear on the stage, and then my family's autumn fragrance will pour out all beings."

Yuan Rongrong and Xiao Jinling are all halfway monks, only Qiu Xiang is the seedling carefully cultivated by Tang Yin, the seedling is red, he wants to cultivate it carefully, waiting for the arrival of the harvest day.

Walking, it did not affect the results of the Oiran competition, and the men were fascinated and forgetful, and were moved by Xiao Jinling's smile.

The little golden spirit was like a color and an empty possession, and he seduced the boundless and said, "The slave tore the robe, buried the scriptures, abandoned the wooden fish, and lost the cymbals...... In the middle of the night, he lies alone, and when he gets up, he sits alone. Who is as lonely as me? Like this, what is the reason for cutting hair? Hate only hate, lying monks and laymen...... From now on, go and keep the Bell and Drum Tower Buddha Hall away, go down the mountain to find a young brother, and use him to beat me, scold me, talk about me, laugh at me, and do not want to become a Buddha, and do not recite the Buddha Prajnapara!"

Sweeping the dust, the body is lively and beating, innocent and eager, and the gestures reveal the thirst of body and mind, one turns in a circle, one gazes, coquettish, like a virgin who has never been ordained.

"Okay, I've escaped down the mountain."

At the end of the play, Xiao Jin Ling walked to the edge of the flower platform, compared his hand to Tang Yin, and sang expectantly: "I wish to give birth to a child, but I am not happy to be happy!"

hugged with his left hand and stroked with his right hand, as if there was really a child between her and Tang Yin in his arms, and then he was overjoyed, patted his palm, jumped up, hid his face and snickered and left.

At the end of the song, cheers were heard, and the voices of rioters like a storm of wind made waves on the surface of the river.

The people under the flower stage are all crazy, the golden flower seems to be thrown to the stage as if they don't want money, the Confucius Temple has never seen the rain of flowers in the sky, the sound of rewards is everywhere, fifty, one hundred one after another, although a single reward is not as good as Hong Tingfu, but the number is more.

Zhao Yannian and Wang Xian alone will have another hundred golden flowers, if they are not afraid that their families will be angry, they will give out a big reward.

Xiao Jinling collapsed on the chaise longue, and Zheng's mother tilted her mouth and gave her daughter tea to ease her.

"Did my daughter hear it, we got a full house, the sound was like the wind, and the golden flowers became rain."

Reaching the legendary realm, Mama Zheng couldn't believe it was true.

Xiao Jinling smiled and said nothing, she knew better than anyone whose credit it was, before taking revenge, she was decent once, and she didn't come to the world in vain, but she was nostalgic, not for fame, for the lovely people on the tip of her heart, Tang Yin.

shed tears, not tears of joy, the saltiness and bitterness in the tears are full of accusations against the heavens, and it is difficult to give up Tang Yin.

If she is reluctant, she will marry an enemy woman in a few days, and she will die with that Fang Zhilin, and her soul will be broken and fall into the Yellow Spring.