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"In the entire Lin'an City, only the four princes today have the Ouchi guards to protect them, and the Ouchi guards who come today must be the people around the four princes."

"What? Miss is saying that the little gangster is...... It's the prince. The red lotus's face was full of consternation, and the cherry mouth was wide open, and she couldn't close it for a while, and she looked very cute.

"Oh, I haven't finished talking yet, why are you in a hurry," looking at Honglian's surprised expression, Murong Ziyun smiled slightly, and continued: "You think beautifully!" It's hard to want to be a princess! That little lover of yours can't be a prince, but the two of them must be related. ”

Speaking of this, Murong Ziyun suddenly frowned, thought for a moment, and suddenly shouted, "I know, it's him." ”

Honglian was startled and hurriedly asked, "Does Miss know who he is?" ”

"Well, recently, the victims have been rumored to increase the number of earthquake porridge sheds, let the victims into the city, and indulge the victims to rob the merchants of food.

"It's him, Li Xiang, oh my God, it's impossible...... It can't be, how could it be him, it must be the same name and surname, it must be. Red Lotus muttered.

A year ago, after Honglian learned the story of Tanhualang, she was deeply attracted by the temperament of Tanhualang, and remembered that she once joked with Miss Murong Ziyun and said that if she wants to marry someone in this life, she must marry the kind of Qing official who serves the country and the people. It's good now, the dream is completely shattered. Girls love fantasy, and often fantasy is far from reality. The hero in the heart of the past has become a scoundrel today, earth-shaking changes, for Honglian, a girl who is still in the fantasy age, the shattering of her dreams is too big a blow to make her fragile heart unbearable.

It's like a song that says, "I don't see your tears and regrets until all your dreams are broken." ”

Seeing that Honglian was in a trance, Murong Ziyun laughed and said, "Hey~ I'm glad to faint!" What do you think? Aren't you going to marry him? Looks like I'm going to have some dowry! Alas~ It's going to break the bank again. As he spoke, Murong Ziyun sighed and secretly glanced at the red lotus.

"Ah~ No, it's not true, I must be dreaming." Honglian screamed, shook her head desperately and denied that all this was just a dream, women are like this, it is really hard to say that it is false, it seems that she has lived in a dream all her life, and there is no day when she wakes up.

"Miss, please, I won't mention that person in the future, okay?" Red Lotus looked aggrieved and pleaded.

Murong Ziyun nodded when he heard this, "However, if you have to find a way to get back the dragon and phoenix wrench finger from him, who told that "Great Qing Official" to like you, it's decided." Murong Ziyun stretched, so tired, I'm going to rest. Hee-hee, I look good at you! ”

"Miss, you're ...... bad"

Honglian said, the two of them started to fight again, the screams of the warbler and Yanyan were very pleasant, and there was constant laughter in the room, and the scene was very lively.

Is he really him? Why did he pretend to be a scoundrel, was there something else going on? This night was very long for Honglian, and Li Xiang's polite and gentle appearance always appeared in his mind, and for a while it turned into a bad smile, drooling, and a cheap look. Honglian was tortured by Li Daguan's nerves, this night was destined to be a sleepless night!

Hanxiao Building, one of the few green buildings in the capital. The daily singing and dancing is like a fairyland on earth, and the merchants passing by the north and south of the river, and the dignitaries and nobles. Ordinary entry and exit, can be described as a day in and out. A middle-aged man stood in front of the gate of the Xiaoxiao Building, and the girl who picked up the guests at the door immediately greeted him.

"Ouch, this uncle, go in and sit down." The two girls hugged the middle-aged man's arm and wiped the middle-aged man's arm while throwing flattering eyes.

The middle-aged man's face did not have the slightest expression, and he didn't seem to be very interested in women, and this person was Wu Feiyun, the head of the Yamen shop of the Lin'an Prefect. When I came to the hall, the flirting and scolding of men and women could be seen everywhere. The old brothel and bustard saw that there was a guest coming, and walked over with their big buttocks, and their old faces were coated with a thick layer of flour, like a dead man.

"Yo, uncle, please inside!" As he spoke, the old man and the bustard put their arms around Wu Feiyun's arm and whispered, "Backyard." ”

Wu Feiyun nodded when he heard this, and walked quickly to the backyard. Just as he came to the arch of the backyard, a maid took one look at him, turned and walked towards an attic.

Wu Feiyun silently followed behind the maid. Coming to a place ten meters away from the attic, the maid suddenly stopped her steps and turned to look at Wu Feiyun behind her. He pointed to the attic again, and walked away quickly.

Wu Feiyun nodded, stood at the door, bent down and arched his hand: "Wu Feiyun, the deputy envoy of the subordinate Hidden Gate Hall, meet Miss." ”

"Come in!" A beautiful voice came from inside the room.

Wu Feiyun pushed the door in, and Murong Ziyun sat in the middle of the hall, with the red lotus standing behind him. Wu Feiyun hurriedly saluted, knelt down on one knee, and said, "Subordinate Wu Feiyun to meet Miss, Red Lotus Girl." ”

"Get up and speak."

"Yes."

"I read your letter, if it is really as you said in your letter, that person is a popular person in front of the emperor, and this person should not be underestimated."

"Miss Hui, what my subordinates said is true. Now the dignitaries and nobles in the capital are begging him for a poem, and the daughters are begging him for a novel, and they are also willing to give up their daughters. As he spoke, Wu Feiyun took out a piece of letter paper from his arms and presented it with both hands.

Murong Ziyun opened it and saw that the letter paper was full of dense words, Murong Ziyun quickly browsed it, at first, Murong Ziyun didn't care. When she saw the exquisite verses, Murong Ziyun's body couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and she held it in her hand as if it were a treasure and read it carefully.

After a long time, Honglian saw that Miss was so engrossed in seeing that she seemed to have forgotten that there were still people nearby. So, he stretched out his head and took a look, and after a while, he was actually immersed in the exquisite poetry like Murong Ziyun.

Wu Feiyun saw that the two of them were so engrossed, stood quietly to the side, and said in his heart, isn't it just a few poems? Is it really that good? I studied it for a few days, but I didn't see anything to show for it. In addition, the scenery of the four seasons, and then there is love and love! It's really greasy. ”

Suddenly, two voices rang out at the same time.

"Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, endure the return of the magpie bridge. If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight? ”

Sing the praises of steadfast and sincere love. The concluding sentence "If the two love is long, how can it be in the morning and twilight" is the most realm, these two sentences refer to the mood of joy and sorrow.

Murong Ziyun and Red Lotus took a deep breath to calm their minds.

"I ...... I ask you, it was really written by that man. Murong Ziyun's tone was a little hurried.

Wu Feiyun nodded and said, "This is just a small part, there are still many poems, and my subordinates are collecting them." ”

"What?!"

Murong Ziyun and Honglian exclaimed, it was incredible, could it be that this person was really a Wenqu star, not only invented a lot of things and changed the lives of the people of the Great Song Dynasty, but also wrote poems, calligraphy, paintings, and novels. The two of them thought of this and were silent for a long time. (To be continued.) )