Chapter 217 The white moon is like a jade mirror hanging from the sky

The cars and horses were noisy, and the voices of people were boiling. [.cc]

Chen Baichuan rode a white horse, like a champion with a proud spring breeze, like a groom official who was the most happy night in the cave. In fact, the excitement of the city is only because today is his birthday, and at the same time he is crowned today.

The grand group celebration that the people of Daling City dedicated to him was a reward for his efforts for more than a year.

There wasn't much wind today, but Lord Chen was squinted by the wind, and when people were inadvertent, he reached out to wipe a hot teardrop from the corner of his eye.

The sunset presents a festive color, like the red hijab that the bride has just taken off, gently hanging above Daling City. The painting boat is full of flowers and bright lights on the river between the city, and the talented man hides his face and secretly climbs the bow of the girl he likes, for fear of being bumped into.

The window paper of the house reveals the flickering candlelight, in the orange warm light, the large plates and small plates on the table, the fish soup is boiled into milk white, and the duck skin is crispy and fragrant and burnt yellow. The family sat around the table, holding a candlelit wine glass, laughing and laughing without stopping. The children were also allowed to sleep late tonight, and they continued their daytime revelry, frolicking and playing.

In the lively scene of the city, the Qincha Mansion is the best in the meantime, until now the bright moon has been hanging, this mansion is still like a pot of boiling boiling water, the sound of joy is boiling.

The big red lantern is tied to the red rope, crossed vertically and horizontally, hanging high in the air, and the translucent red illuminates the night.

In the meantime—

The voices of silk and bamboo are endless, and the conversation is joyful.

After all, Chen Baichuan did not have the arrogance and mass of "three hundred cups of drink", and after not knowing more than a dozen glasses of fine wine, a dizzy and uncomfortable feeling climbed on his head.

When the glass was raised again, the woman invited from the best Qinglou in the city plucked the strings of the guzheng.

The sound of music ripples on the calm surface of the lake, slowly spreading among the noisy and prosperous scenes. [Bypassing the noise and drilling into the ears of the piano, it is like a wisp of mountain spring flowing miaomiao, like the whispered confession of the old man next to the fire that is cold and frozen in winter, anyway, it is telling a story, the content is vague, but it opens a certain emotion that is most easily touched at the moment.

The woman's voice was like the chirping of a bird.

"When is the bright moon,

Ask the wine to the sky,

I don't know the heavenly palace,

What year is it?

……”

Looking up, the blue sky hangs a jade mirror.

The bright moon is in the sky, as before. The old man who admired the moon together, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Chen Baichuan sighed lightly, feeling very uncomfortable in his heart. He clearly remembered the preface of the song "Water Tune Song Head", "Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival, drinking Dadan, big mouth, for this article and conceived a child".

Expressing wine and asking the moon, looking at the moon and conceiving people. Mr. Dongpo is hidden in the clear light, and he is both nostalgic for "Ziyou". Chen Baichuan remembered a certain bastard, and he didn't want to wait for three more months of preparation, so he took tens of thousands of soldiers into battle to carry Qingman.

At this time, the singer sang gracefully and sang to the end.

“……

This matter is difficult to complete.

May people live,

Thousands of miles together. ”

After the song, the woman bowed and thanked her.

It's just that in the laughter, the poignant music floating out between the jumps of her fingertips can't arouse the sorrow of many people after all.

The woman also ran into the scoundrel, and when her slender fingers tried to pluck the guzheng again, there was a rude interruption from the audience. A nine-foot-tall strong man did not put down the sea bowl in his hand, and the clear wine overflowed the edge of the bowl, and he said:

"The singing is strange and miserable, today is the day of Chen Xiaozi and the crown, quickly change a few songs to be happy, like crying and mourning."

The woman's indifferent face suddenly changed color, where had she been so insulted since she was a child.

He said I sang like a mourner. After this sentence suddenly popped up in her mind, great grievances occupied her fragile heart, and two lines of tears crossed her good face.

Who cares if a prostitute is happy or sad in the midst of the excitement, she angrily leaves the small chair in front of the zither.

As everyone knows, the guy who made her cry looked at her like crazy, and when she was far away, he was at a loss to follow her.

This bustling short-lived farce did not make much of a wave, and the sudden disappearance of the male and female protagonists ended in a brief conversation.

"Where's that guy Wu Datou?"

"Drink down at the table."

……

Chen Baichuan saw this scene from afar, and just smiled faintly.

Tonight's guests are drunk on the wine table. The cups and plates were in a mess, and several men were snoring constantly.

Seeing that the master was still sober, the subordinate trotted over and asked how to deal with this group of big people in all aspects of Daling City. Lord Chen was still drunk, and his eyes were angry: "Drag out this group of troublesome guys and behead them." ”

The little servant has not long been here, and he can't learn to deal with Chen Baichuan's sudden crazy words. He fell to his knees in horror, begging for mercy with his mouth, probably saying something about his family's hardships and his eighty-year-old mother.

Chen Baichuan couldn't smile bitterly, and said in his heart that he didn't want to harm you little servant.

He strode forward, and after a few steps, he came back to life drunk, shook his head away, and said, "You stupid boy, it's all lying to you." A bunch of bastards have made a mess of Lao Tzu's house, let them hang here for a night. Well...... Cover yourself with an extra blanket. ”

The little servant watched him stumble towards the inner house, and muttered, "You are only an adult today." ”

Chen Baichuan passed through the Half Moon Gate, and there was no one at night at the moment, and he expected that the inner house should be dimly lit and deserted. Staggering a few steps forward, he saw lotus lamps on the stone floor, and the low candles on the lamps were bright red.

Chen Baichuan had just passed through an unlit area, his eyes couldn't adapt to the light for a while, and the scene in front of him became in a trance.

He rubbed his drunken and sour eyes, but he still couldn't improve the fog in his vision. A white figure shuttled through the lotus lantern and quietly came to his side.

At this time, Chen Baichuan was a little clearer, and he asked the white frost in front of him with a smirk: "Is this the surprise you prepared for me?" ”

I don't know if it's shyness, or the rendering of red candlelight, the girl's face is dyed with a faint layer of pink. White Frost lifted the skirt, turned around lightly, and asked, "Do you remember this dress?" ”

Chen Baichuan giggled and said, "How could you forget, this is the clothes you wore when we first met." ”

"Just remember."

"Hee-hee, of course, I never forget it. I still remember you, the clothes you wore the second time, the clothes you wore the third time, the clothes you wore the fourth time......"

Chen Baichuan was still babbling, but his lips were covered with a touch of dampness. The feeling of being warm and smooth is very **, but there is no ** taste. It's more like the first time we met, and we like each other.

This time, the woman was also asked to take the initiative......

The white moon shines through the sky and the world, the sky is a bitter cold, at least in this world, there is a pair of lovers in the moonlight, affectionate.

After the girl's lips left, Chen Baichuan said thoughtfully: "Did you eat oranges tonight?" ”

(To be continued.) )