Outside the mountain, when will the West Lake sing and dance, it is the best scene in Hangzhou, the literati, swinging their fans all day long to visit the Qinglou, going to the poetry club, riding horses and hunting, or arguing for an oiran, many poems are written for these beautiful women. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although there are wives and concubines in the family, how can there be the humor of a Qinglou woman, this is ancient times, even if it is between husband and wife, most of them are respectful to each other, even if they do a lot of fun with each other, but they will not say all kinds of love words like modern people.

And this kind of love story, love story, often only appears in the Qinglou, there are many love stories between various Qinglou women and literati scholars in the past dynasties, and more people also like this tone.

The streets in ancient times were not too clean, although they were prosperous enough, but the small streets and alleys were full of garbage and dirty water, but some of the main streets were still very clean, with some bluestone paving.

Dressed in a white scholar's suit, with a milky white mutton fat jade pendant hanging on his waist, carved into a simple carp jumping over the dragon gate, the texture is very smooth to the touch, with a hint of coolness, a folding fan in his hand, with exquisite landscape paintings painted on it, I don't know if it is the work of that person.

Not to mention that people rely on clothes, Fang Yun's appearance is eye-catching even if he doesn't have this set of clothes, with these high-grade clothes, with two entourages behind him, it is simply the attention of everyone.

"I said I wanted to keep a low profile, why are so many people looking at me!" Fang Yun's face was unnatural, and he tilted his head and asked.

Song Changdao touched the saber in his hand, lowered his head and said softly: "Young master, the main thing is that you are too handsome, otherwise I would not be as attractive as you when I am wearing clothes." ”

"But rest assured, Your Highness, we haven't been in Hangzhou City for long, and they don't know you if they want to come."

"What do you mean, I can pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger?"

"This, we can swallow the dragon, what kind of tiger do you eat!" Song Changdao felt that he was filming this sycophant with a sense of meaning, after all, although there are many princes, there is only one King Yan, and His Royal Highness the Prince is the son of King Yan.

"Hmph, prepare the horse, go to the West Lake!" Fang Yun felt that he was too handsome and too ostentatious, so he still went to the West Lake for a stroll, at this time Hangzhou was not as big as it is in modern times, the West Lake was outside the city, not inside the city, and there was a distance to walk, so he naturally had to ride a horse.

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Three tall horses, one of which is white, without a trace of miscellaneous hair, looking at the energetic appearance, you know that you are well served, after being led in front of Fang Yun, she keeps kicking her hooves, Fang Yun strokes the horse's chin and looks into its eyes.

Horses have spirituality, bright eyes look at it, it will also look at itself without hesitation, eyes are the window to communicate with the heart, all malice, kindness in the eyes.

It stands to reason that horses are not allowed to ride in the city, but Fang Yun and the three of them are not here, and the freshly clothed angry horses are talking about this group of second generations, but fortunately, the speed of the three of them is not fast, and they did not hit anyone.

When they were going out of the city gate, the three of them had to stop, there were dozens of literati in front of them, plus some young ladies from large families, and some Qinglou women, who should have gone to Qingqing in early spring.

These people are all riding in carriages, so they are slower when they go out of the city gate, after all, not all of them are like them in the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun, they like to ride horses, not in carriages, and riding carriages in the north is called a lady's ride, even if their Royal Highness the prince has never taken a carriage, but rides a horse.

Although the city gate could not allow the two carriages to go out together, Fang Yun and the others on the horse could pass quickly, so the royal horse walked to the side and slowly passed through the city gate, and someone saw Fang Yun's face, so he exclaimed, some of the ladies were beautiful, Miss Qinglou gently lifted the curtains, intending to see who was, so I saw a handsome boy riding a white horse slowly walking by.

If you want to say how handsome Fang Yun is, then look at how many handkerchiefs he throws out after opening the curtain first.

Fortunately, Fang Yun was not a man who was so easily moved, even if he was only seventeen years old at this time, after leaving the city gate, he and the two guards left quickly.

Some of the ladies said that they were very distressed, and the handkerchief was about to be thrown on your horse's head, and you didn't know how to pick it up.

"Isn't this person too 'pretty'?"

It's not a good thing to praise a man for being beautiful, but Liu Yunhe is really a little indignant about a man who is so handsome, they all rely on their talents to eat, but I don't know where a person who eats by his face pops up, this Hangzhou City has never met such a character, although there are many handsome and chic scholars, but I have never seen such a handsome person out of the sky.

"Why don't you inquire for your brother?" The young man who was sitting on the side playing with a fan smiled, although the young man was really handsome, but he was also the son of Taishou, if you want to say who is the most attractive in the city, it is no exaggeration to say that it must be him Xu Zhiyuan.

"This is not necessary, it is obviously not suitable for us all the way, look at those two guards like northerners?" Liu Yunhe only remembered at this time that the three of them were all first-class good horses, which was incredible, you must know that first-class good horses are rare, especially in Jiangnan and other places, most of them are inferior horses such as C and D, and even second-class horses are rare.

"This is King Yan's man?" Xu Zhiyuan frowned a little, it was really possible, except for King Yan, who would use a first-class war horse like this with such wealth.

First-class horses are not allowed to be privately bred according to the Qianyang law, and can only appear in the army as war horses, but the law is always formulated for ordinary people, and powerful officials, generals, who do not have one or two first-class horses, are embarrassed to go out to meet people, which is like the Lamborghini and Ferrari of later generations.

Xu Zhiyuan has a first-class horse at home, he is too guarded by his father, but it is such a horse, his father is closer to this horse than his son.

King Yan came to Hangzhou with the army, and dragged his family with his mouth, and there were countless horses, which made Hangzhou a miasma of smoke for a while, and many military ruffians came to fight in the city for a long time, and they were all in groups, making the local people miserable, especially all kinds of green buildings, so that these military ruffians went all over.

Hangzhou naturally has government soldiers to manage large and small affairs, but how dare they fight against the soldiers under King Yan, and more importantly, the Yan soldiers are generally in groups, so they don't dare to start.

Yanyun Iron Cavalry all crawled out of the pile of dead people, covered in scars, plus really murderous, these old soldiers will be crippled if they don't coax, they are not opponents at all.

Fortunately, King Yan also let them cool for a few days, and these people have long been restrained recently.

Xu Zhiyuan can only be in a state of looking up to the existence of King Yan, because King Yan was once given the right to open a mansion, which is a great honor, and there is no one in the entire Qianyang Dynasty except King Yan.

Although King Yan only left Yanyun Sixteen Prefectures with 50,000 soldiers and horses, the right to open a mansion still exists, although the military power in his hands is less than a quarter, but it is not something they can provoke.

For King Yan, it is just a change of fiefdom, transferred from the sixteen states of Yanyun to Zhejiang, although the fief area has become smaller, but Hangzhou is not the kind of barren place in the north, all kinds of trade and commerce are in this list, want to make a fortune here, it is too simple, it seems that the saint is this meaning, don't squat in Yanyun, let me go to Hangzhou, where is the money, you are not young, and you should retire for the elderly.

Although his father Xu Chenggong is too shou, he doesn't dare to provoke King Yan, otherwise with just one sentence, his father will have to step down obediently, but Xu Chenggong has been a Taishou for so many years, naturally there is a little gold, silver and jewelry, and on which day King Yan came to Hangzhou, boxes of gold, silver and jewelry, precious calligraphy and paintings, and several carriages were pulled, just to keep the position of Taishou.

Money, for people with power, it is really something outside the body, otherwise there is no position to guard, and it is too easy for people with power to want to move him, and it is still useless to rely on the fact that his family has a million taels of silver.

Businessmen in this era still don't have much dignity, and if the officials want to move you, it's easy to find a way to toss you, even if they are scholars, even if they are poor talents, they can scold them a few words, of course, that has to be in the case that people can't move you.

However, there are many businessmen in Hangzhou, and some of them have made some names, after three or four generations have not fallen, they are still standing, these merchants are generally related to the officials and Confucianism, and some people are some excellent scholars in the family, and with their official careers, it is naturally smooth sailing.

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Fang Yun, who got off the horse, twisted his neck and stretched his body, for this kind of thing like horseback riding, it is still very simple, and he in his previous life will.

At this time, the West Lake is very beautiful, very natural, and has not been modified at all, the bad thing is that the mud near the lake is a little sticky, stepping on the feet, very unpleasant, but fortunately, there are a lot of grass, fresh air, beautiful lake surface, and a few carp jump up from time to time.

It's like a picture scroll of extreme beauty, slowly unfolding as the scenes enter the eyeballs.

"Why didn't Childe go to Qinglou today, but came to West Lake?" Song Changdao followed behind, more curious, although His Royal Highness the Prince of the World has lost his memory, but the instinct of the body cannot be amnesia.

"Am I that kind of womanizer?" Fang Yun was speechless about this, do you want to always seduce me to the Qinglou.

"Hehe, Your Highness is naturally not." Song Changdao knew that there was no one around, so he said His Highness.

Fang Yun said that it didn't matter if he was saluted, but Song Changdao's obscene expression made him very unappetizing, this guard in his thirties, I don't know where to find it, but his strength is very good.

"Go visit Leifeng Pagoda." Fang Yun looked at the south of Xihu Lake and saw the Leifeng Pagoda that had been repaired a few years ago.

This is a monument of civilization, not a rebuilt Leifeng Pagoda that was knocked down by little devils in World War II.

Leifeng Pagoda, formerly known as the Imperial Concubine Pagoda, is a pagoda built by Qian Yu, the king of Wuyue, to pray for the peace of the country and the people, and I heard that there are some Buddhist scriptures carved on the wall. (The Wu Yue Kingdom here belongs to the Wu Yue Kingdom of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms after the fall of the Sui Dynasty)

Walking into the Fang Yun of Leifeng Pagoda, the feeling is not bad, this is a historical relic, and it is still intact, although there are some repairs, but the original appearance has not been destroyed.

At this time, there were still some monks living in the tower, and they didn't care when they saw the pilgrims coming in, but they still sat on the futon, knocking on the scriptures and chanting the Buddha.

Fang Yun looked at the statue of Shakyamuni Buddha in front of him, calmed down, and finally took three incense sticks, and respectfully worshiped the Buddha, and a few monks didn't just say lightly: "Amitabha." ”

This group of monks didn't let them donate money, this is ancient times, not the 21st century, those monks drove BMWs one by one, went to bars, and fell into the eyes of money.

Fang Yun estimated that these monks also had no monks to go to, so they came here, sometimes relying on some incense money to survive, and more often they went to the village or Hangzhou Chenghuayuan.

At this time, there were seven monks meditating and chanting scriptures, among which there was a little monk who was only twelve or thirteen years old, who looked cute and cute, sitting cross-legged, knocking on this big wooden fish, looking very tired, with a drowsy expression.

And the old monk opposite him glanced at him and didn't care, after all, he was still too young, it would be good to be able to sit here like this.

Fang Yun took out a silver ticket from his arms, the old monk's eyes lit up, the wooden fish also knocked faster, and the scriptures were read even more slippery, and for a while, many monks couldn't keep up.

Fortunately, he didn't have the heart to tease them, so he directly stuffed the silver ticket of 1,000 taels of silver into the merit box, turned his head and left.

After the three of them left, the Leifeng Tower became lively, the little monk's name was Yu Wen, which was a very warm man's name in modern times, and the law name had not yet been raised, mainly because he was too young.

"Master, master, is this what you call a local tyrant?" Yu Wen opened his eyes wide, looked up at the silver ticket in the old monk's hand, and the other monks looked up to him as well, he was rich.

"One thousand taels..... this is more local tyrant than a local tyrant." The old monk touched Yu Wen's little head, which made him pout, but he didn't dare to hide.

"Hey, I'm finally able to eat."

"Yes, yes, master, can you eat dog meat?"

"Otherwise, it's not bad to get a few old hens, I ate them last month, and I still have an aftertaste."

"Hmph, I don't know what to do, the Buddha is looking at us from the top of his head, and he still wants to eat meat, so go buy some rice and noodles today, and improve the food." The old monk put the silver ticket into his arms and recited the sentence Amitabha.

"Cut!!"

The young monks left one after another, muttering in private: "This old guy has eaten dog meat and chicken, and the nose is this spirit, when did we steal the chicken and duck not be discovered by the old bald donkey?" also blatantly eats the most. ”

"The little junior brother is so pitiful, he has never eaten meat in his life."

"You think too much, senior brother, he hasn't smelled meat!"

Yu Wen is the only pure land in the old monk's heart, not only has good understanding, but also spirituality, but is a little lazy.....

But he is not greedy, he is not greedy, he just wants to sleep, this kind of apprentice is already very good, he really wants to teach an excellent apprentice.

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Fang Yun was still quite emotional about the soul piercing, that is, it was his own luck and his own misfortune, of course, he was still lucky, so he would naturally worship the gods from all walks of life.

Silver tickets or something, as soon as you go out, there are five, each one thousand taels, too little, and it is not easy for me to take out my hands in the past.

"This habit has to be changed, it's too wasteful." Fang Yun muttered to himself, what is wrong with so much money, even if the family is big, it shouldn't be wasted so much, he, a cheap father, is too used to his son.

Riding a horse to Leifeng Tower, Fang Yun wanted to walk back, and someone naturally led the horse, that is, the second guard, his name is Hu Biao, he looks tall and big, looks awe-inspiring, strength, can he be weak as a guard of His Royal Highness the Prince, but he is honest and honest, so doing coolies is usually Hu Biao's business, and fights are generally Song Changdao.

As for Fang Yun, that is to wait and watch the excitement, when the three of them went down the mountain, they saw a group of women of warblers and swallows by the lake, some servants were moving tables and chairs from the carriage, and some maids were boiling water and making tea, although the weather was not warm, but it was not too cold, in windless weather, the sun in the sky would always bring warmth to the earth.

Scholars, women, gathered here is naturally a green outing, a number of literati get together, talk about poetry and painting, or discuss some national affairs, show how cultured and elegant they are, from time to time some women secretly glanced at themselves, and then laughed proudly.

Fang Yun was dressed in a beautiful scholar's white shirt, and the folding fan in his hand tapped lightly on his palm, I don't know how many women's attention it attracted, they recognized a handsome little brother in front of them, who had just met at the city gate, and they asked each other after getting out of the car, whether they came out to play together, but it turned out to be not, and it hurt the hearts of many women.

Chu Fei'er glanced at Fang Yun and felt that it was just that, handsome and handsome, but his body was weak when he looked at it, and he was wearing a very luxurious scholar's outfit, so he was probably not a serious scholar, he should be a rich kid with some spare money.

"Sister, this little brother is so handsome, I'll help you call him over, think about it, Sister Fei'er's reputation should ensure that he comes over obediently." This woman is also a Qingjuan, and when she saw Chu Fei'er's gaze, she turned her head a little, and asked the maid to call someone.

Chu Fei'er didn't wait to speak, and the woman next to her asked her little maid to call someone.

She frowned, let's see it, the man in front of her, obviously not in the same circle as them, but wants to get inside, although he pretends to be very natural, but from time to time he looks at the eyes here, he has betrayed him, invited him in his own name, and thinks that he will remember his kindness in the future.

Chu Fei'er is the top brand of Manmiaofang, she is well-informed, so she naturally doesn't like it for the sake of a handsome face, but the women around her don't have such high requirements, so she naturally likes to look at handsome guys.

I smelled the copper smell on his body by feeling, although I don't like this kind of person, but women like them are indispensable for the support of rich people, and themselves, of course, are eyebrow-raising with those famous talents.

Liu Yunhe, one of the four great talents in Hangzhou, is very extraordinary in terms of vision and knowledge, not to mention that there is also Xu Zhiyuan, the son of Taishou, by his side, and the two got together and had already noticed the handsome man in front of him.

"Is it the general's son-in-law?" Liu Yunhe asked softly, the king of Yan in the sixteen states of Yanyun brought nearly 100,000 people, of which 50,000 soldiers and horses, and the rest were family members who were close to the deceased, and they came to make a big move, so there were many children of northern officials and eunuchs on the streets of Hangzhou.

"I haven't heard of any general having such a big son, the old generals are reluctant to leave Yanyun, they all stay, I heard that they are all young and promising young generals." Xu Zhiyuan rubbed his temples, since this group of bigwigs came, Hangzhou City was really chaotic.

"Hey, the saint wanted to eliminate Pan, but he didn't dare to be blatant, for fear of angering King Yan, so he had to change the place for King Yan, and couldn't let him always consolidate a Yanyun Sixteen Prefectures, those elites came to Jiangnan, saying that there were too many chivalrous guests in Jiangnan, and they always used force to prohibit them, so that the representatives of King Yan came over to watch them, but in other words, it was just to let these elites slowly wear off and become ordinary soldiers." Liu Yunhe felt that he had said a little too much, but Xu Zhiyuan showed an expression of not hearing it, and breathed a sigh of relief, not talking about this, but talking about poetry instead.

Fang Yun didn't hear what the two said, so he saw a little maid come over and ask him if he wanted to talk about poetry together, and said something inexplicable, and Chu Fei, the top brand of Manmiaofang, helped him speak.

Fang Yun, who chuckled, looked at this group of celebrities and young ladies and maids, only to feel that the rouge was too strong, shook his head apologetically, and rode away on the heavenly clouds, which were naturally the horses under him.

The young horse king who used to be in Yanyun Racecourse was given to him, Fang Yun naturally liked it very much, and the horse was only four years old at this time.

"Drive!" Fang Yun patted the horse's buttocks, the clouds in the sky were really like white clouds in the sky and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes at a fast speed, not only did they run fast, but they also looked elegant, even the two first-class war horses beside him were incomparable.

The woman looked at Fang Yun riding a horse, only handsome, but the man looked at the three horses, but he only had envy, such a good horse, it was negotiable to exchange the concubine in the family.