Lu Xian Ling stretched out his right hand, which was as white as jade, gently dragged the armpit of the fat man surnamed Jin of the Turk, and helped him up from the ground with a slight force, "You're welcome, Brother Jin and I hit it off at first sight, and it is incumbent on me to stick a knife in Brother Jin's ribs." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" said and took the hand of the golden fat man and walked down the platform, and I didn't see him make any special moves, and the servants and maids who were already on the side came up to the platform, and the tea set was cleaned up, and the table was cleaned up, and the table case on the table disappeared in an instant, and it was back to the boxy and empty appearance of the station.

The soldiers in the audience saw Lu Xianling and the golden fat man coming hand in hand, and they unanimously made way for the two of them, so that they could let them pass. Although everyone's murderous aura has dissipated a lot at this time, the golden fat man still can't help but feel trembling when he sees all the seemingly kind, but in fact vicious eyes, although he desperately wants to make himself walk more steadily, his legs still can't stop trembling, and his forehead can't stop oozing sweat, fortunately, there is Lu Xian Ling on the side, otherwise he has to sit on the ground. Compared with the trembling of the golden fat man, it was Lu Xian Ling who talked and laughed freely, holding the arm of the golden fat man and speaking loudly, without minting people, with a loud voice between conversations, and looking forward to himself. Many people who were close could hear Lu Xianling not mentioning how the murderer was this time, but only examined some scenery, music, poems, and paintings to talk about. Although everyone thinks that this noble son is really not the same as these mud-legged people, but looking at Lu Xianling's chic and elegant manners, he still can't help but have a good impression of him, and there is always some unspeakable envy in his heart, but Zhang Xin knows that in fact, he is envious of Lu Countyling's otherworldly temperament and self-deprecating poetry.

In the eyes of everyone, Lu Xianling had already walked to the gate of the school with the fat man. Seeing that the golden fat man could finally stand firm on his own, Lu Xian Lingcai let go of the hand holding the golden fat man without moving, clasped his fists with both hands and said: "Sending you a thousand miles must be goodbye, Brother Jin, cherish." If you have time in the future, you might as well come to Fan Yang and his party, Lu will be a sweeper! ”

In fact, not only the mud legs, but even the golden fat man, a Turkic nobleman, was also overwhelmed by Lu Xianling's temperament, and he didn't even dare to look at Lu Xianling's eyes under his shame, and lowered his head and shouted: "Definitely, definitely...... Brother Lu doesn't have to send it far, I'm ...... Jin is leaving......" said that, he took the pale-faced Turkic guard as if he had been defeated by a rooster, and walked away.

Lu Xian Ling smiled slightly, there were already two servants in Tsing Yi and small hats carrying a red tweed soft sedan chair waiting on the side, Lu County Ling first saw the golden fat man go away, gently picked up the hem of his clothes, raised his legs into the soft sedan chair, two Tsing Yi servants lifted the soft sedan chair, walked like flying, and disappeared on the corner of the street in an instant.

Seeing that Lu Xian Ling was gone, everyone suddenly let out unsuppressed cheers to celebrate another victory. Hundreds of people hugged each other in twos and threes, and Zhang Xin was also hugged by several unknown big men. Everyone used to be bitter men, but now that the weather is hot, almost everyone exudes the smell of stinking sweat. As soon as he was held in his arms, a stench of stench drilled into his nostrils. However, Zhang Xin didn't feel unpleasant at all when he was crowded in a group of sweat smells, but felt that the incense between the clothes of Nalu County was countless times more solid than that.

A few people had already unconsciously sang, "How can you say that you have no clothes, and you are in the same robe with your son...... first one or two people were singing, then seven or eight, then dozens, and finally hundreds of people sang together: "How can you say that you have no clothes?" with the Son. Wang Xingyu is a teacher, repair my spear, and have the same enmity with his son! How can you say that you have no clothes? With the Son. Wang Xingyu is a teacher, and he repairs my halberd. Work with the son! How can you say that you have no clothes......

During the Warring States Period, Longyou was one of the Seven Heroes and the territory of Qin. It is here that this Qin Feng Wuyi song has been circulated for thousands of years. Although the singing method of the Book of Poetry has been lost for hundreds of years, Qin Feng's desolate atmosphere is not complicated, and Zhang Xin can sing along with everyone after listening to it once. For thousands of years, the inheritance of the Book of Poetry has not been broken, but many things cannot be expressed by the dry texts in books. Just like this Qin Feng has no clothes, if he hadn't heard it with his own ears, Zhang Xin would never have imagined that the dry and even somewhat tongue-twisting clothes in the book, with this simple and desolate tune, could burst out with such fiery emotions! The more Zhang Xin sang along, the more excited he became, and the more he sang along, the more excited he became. A song without clothes, singing into the joys and sorrows of the children of Sanqin. Zhang Xin suddenly had a sense of trance, as if he was a native of Sanqin, eating together, sleeping together, and fighting together with many brothers......

It's a pity that there is also a moment when the beautiful singing voice is finished. As the last note fell, even though everyone still had a lot of reluctance, this song was still over after all. When everyone was still unfinished and seemed to want to sing another song, Zhao Fenghuo knocked on the flagpole with his scabbard and said: "Okay, okay, it's not early, what should I do, why should I go ......"

Hearing Zhao Fenghuo say this, everyone dispersed in twos and threes reluctantly. Many people patted Zhang Xin on the shoulder and smiled at him, and some people said: "Old Five, take us to say ......hello to Brother Zicheng" Although there are hundreds of people, the kung fu of a cup of tea has also been cleaned, and the huge school field is suddenly empty and there are only two people left, Zhang Xin and Zhang Xi. Zhang Xin first looked at the school gate blankly for a while, then suddenly turned his head to Zhang Xi and said, "I'm Zhang Xin!" ”

Zhang Xi was stunned, "Brother Xin? You...... You're not going to forget about yourself again, are you? ”

Zhang Xin didn't answer, but looked at the big flags on the flagpoles planted around the Dianjiangtai, and said to himself in an unquestionable tone: "I am from Longyou Road of the Tang Dynasty, Liangzhou Mansion, and Zhangjia Village, Dingbian County. My name is Zhang Xin, the words do not move, Zhang does not move! After saying this, Zhang Xin closed his eyes, and after thinking for a while, he opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Xi looking at himself with a worried face, grinning, "Let's go!" ”

As soon as the two of them walked to the gate, a servant in a green coat and a small hat greeted them and said respectfully: "This is Zhang Xin and Zhang Wuye?" ”

Zhang Xin was stunned, he didn't expect anyone to wait for him, "I am." You are? ”

The little hat in Tsing Yi said: "The little one is the descendant of Master Lu's family, when the master leaves, he will tell the little one to send a message to the fifth master, if the fifth master has time, he might as well go to the east of the city to know the taste of the house today." He bowed respectfully and stepped back.