Time slipped away quietly, and Zhenguan five years entered the life of the Tang people. At the beginning, the people paid attention to the treacherous turmoil in the court, and then they began to work hard for the livelihood of the new year, and as for the affairs of the big people in the court, they had little to do with them. It is better for them to think about whether to plant a season of wheat or rice this year.

Qujiang Pond is still sparkling at this time, although there is snow piled up all around, but the lake is still not frozen, and there are painting boats cruising on it. The sound of silk and bamboo came from the painting boat in the center of the lake, mixed with the sweet singing of the singers, so that countless rich children and noble heirs lingered here. This is the most prosperous place of fireworks in Chang'an City, where there are the most beautiful singers in the Tang Dynasty, as well as countless geisha with both talents and appearances. They were either forced into the red dust because of their lives, or they were trained by the Faculty Department to be what they are now. In any case, these are some hard-working women, who wants to linger in this dust? Who wants to want to still have a rolling red dust that will stain them with lead? They also crave someone who loves them and makes them feel warm. Therefore, among these women, the dramas of those talented and beautiful women are the most widely circulated and can resonate with them the most.

At this moment, a gauzy woman was sitting upright behind a guqin, her slender hand plucking the seven strings in front of her, like the ten fingers of an onion root, like a spring water. The crisp sound of the piano like rain hitting banana leaves rippled like this. It is like a complaint between lovers, and it is like a lover's gentle call in the ear. With a hint of distance and shyness. There's also a little bit of toughness like cattails.

Opposite her, a young boy was sitting on his lap, playing with a pair of small copper balls in his hands. The copper balls were red in color, as if they were cast in gold, and small and delicate patterns were carved on them, and the pair of copper balls slid freely in the palm of his hand as his slender ten fingers gently kneaded. The pattern on it also comes to life as the copper ball rolls. One of the bronze balls depicts a lively shepherd boy playing the piccolo, and the other depicts an old cow grazing leisurely. Between the palms of his hands at this time. The shepherd boy was like a real child, playing the piccolo and playing with his old cow. The crisp sound of the copper balls clashing against each other was like his innocent laughter.

"Pity the star. is worthy of everyone in the piano, this song "Guangling San" really made my son drunk, although it is to express the story of Nie Zheng's assassination of King Han, but under the girl's interpretation. One less point of killing and treacherous. A little more chivalrous tenderness. After listening to the masked woman's performance, the handsome boy got up and praised.

"Li Gongzi Miao praised, the little woman is just reading from the book, where can she be so praised!" The masked woman also got up, held the guqin on the desk in her arms, squatted slightly in her pretty figure, and said in a coquettish voice. This sound is like the first song of a lark in a deep valley, and it is like a yellow bird singing in the clouds. It seems that this cold night has also entered the warm spring at this moment.

"Why should the girl be humble. Although I don't know the rhythm, I have heard a lot of people play. The difference between them can still be heard, and this son dares to assert that there are only a few people in the world who can play "Guangling San" at the level of a girl. And those who don't have such a state of mind after years of precipitation, and only have such skills. And the girl is only twenty-eight years old, she has such attainments, and she will definitely be the most famous guqin master in Datang in the future! Still playing with the pair of copper balls in his hand, Brother Gongzi also stood up, his slender figure was almost up to the roof of the cabin in the room of this painting room, almost one meter eight tall.

"Childe is still leaving today?" The masked woman asked softly, she had known this elegant boy for half a year, and in the past six months, every full moon night, this son would come to her painting boat and listen to her play a song, or "Long Sigh" or "Guangling San", and each time after listening to a song, he would get up and leave. This is the seventh time that this has happened, and the two have known each other for seven months.

"Pity the star girl, this son does have something unspeakable, the girl's intentions, only ashamed!" A trace of hesitation flashed on the face of this boy, although the two have not known each other for a long time, and the number of times they have met is only a handful, but the woman in front of him who is like a hollow valley orchid has indeed left an indelible impression in his heart. Her gentleness and loveliness are like a clear spring, she is strong and stubborn, like the green grass growing everywhere in the mountains, with a kind of thriving vitality, and that kind of delicate and delicate that makes people pity. It's really hard to be tempted, but how can the gap between the two be bridged? The identities of each other, the eyes of the world, and the constraints of morality all made it difficult for him to take that step. He could only come once a month, see her, see how she was doing, listen to her play a song quietly, and then leave without the slightest nostalgia. Maybe one day in the future, he can take her out of here, leaving a painting boat floating on the Qujiang Pond like rootless duckweed. But it's not now, and now he is far from having the ability and the guts.

"That's it, Childe is light!" The masked woman Mercy Star quietly retreated, leaving only the drop of crystal that was still falling in the air.

"Pity the star......" The man was about to speak, he stretched out his hand and scooped out the air in front of him in vain, leaving only a faint afterfragrance floating in the air.

"Childe, it's time to go back! Otherwise, the master will scold the son again! An iron tower-like figure appeared outside the door, and said angrily.

"Let's go!" Brother Gongzi took the step of leaving, his steps were heavy and reluctant, and even he didn't understand whether he was really in love with that woman in his heart or just a momentary greed. Maybe he does have her shadow in his heart at this time, but what about the future? His identity is destined not to be with such a fireworks woman, even if the other party just stays by his side as a concubine, in this era of etiquette, not everyone has the courage and strength to break the stereotypes and face the ending they want. And he is not only burdened with his own happiness, but also the expectations of his parents, and much more......

"He's gone...... Don't look at it. For women like us, such a man is just a passing cloud of smoke that can't be caught! A slightly hoarse but infinitely magnetic voice rang out in the boat.

"Mom...... You make fun of the stars too! The masked woman said in a coquettish voice.

"You! Don't really be tempted by him, his temperament is not a stable person, such a person is not worth paying sincerely! And where do we still have the sincerity to deliver to those stinky men! A plump woman was now standing beside the masked woman, her bumpy figure wrapped in a bright red silk dress. The plump breasts lifted the clothes on the chest high, as if deep into the clouds. There is a white hosta on her head, with a smile on her delicate face, looking at the little girl in front of her, full of love.

"My daughter's heart died as early as that year, where is there still a heart now!" Lian Xing looked at the candle flame in front of him covered by the red lampshade, swaying like a little soybean-like flame, and the dim yellow light emitted was filtered by the lampshade, all of which were red colors, shining on the delicate faces of the two young and mature women, making them even more delicate and moving. Lianxing took off her veil, her cheeks as delicate as porcelain, her eyes as warm as the silhouette of autumn water, and her snow-white skin that could be broken by blowing. The small red lips are delicate, and the straight nose is curled with an astonishing graceful curve on the cheeks.

On her other side, the mature woman of the shows the temptation of a, with spring on her cheeks and her eyebrows. The delicate red lips are slightly distended, which makes people feel excited at first sight.

"Alright, let's go meet the other one! He's our target, affectionate and mysterious...... Such a man is the object of our conquest, and he doesn't seem to care about the etiquette, although it seems to be deviant, but we people are not deviant? So he's the real destination of Xing'er! The mature woman stretched her waist, her arms raised lightly, and let the charming delicate body twist gently, which was even more charming, and the towering breasts trembled slightly with her movements, showing their heaviness in the swaying, which was the gentleness that men most dream of.

"Mom, do you really want to go? That's not a good place right now! Lianxing asked with some confusion.

"Of course you have to go, anyone will do the icing on the cake, but sending charcoal in the snow is the real friendship, only at this time can we really enter his heart, and only when we capture his heart, we have a chance!" There is a strong stubbornness in the language of the mature woman, which is strikingly similar to the mother and daughter.

"Alright! Since the mother has decided, the daughter will also go and meet him! Maybe he can really bring hope! Lian Xing glanced at the guqin on the table next to her, her delicate eyebrows frowned slightly, and then she let go.

"Daughter, it's uncomfortable! But this is what we women must go through, so look away! This world is like this, the talented and beautiful women in those stories will really come together only in imagination, so they will be recited by the world. In reality, there is always helplessness to occupy the majority! We have our own goals, dedicate our bodies and minds to it, and then it won't be uncomfortable! The mature woman comforted.

The wind and snow are flying, falling in the yard, and these lively elves show their liveliness. Swaying in the air, chasing with laughter. A delicate and small carriage creaked through the cold streets of Chang'an City, slowly passing through one intersection after another, heading towards the imperial palace in the north of the city.

"Ha ......, hum Ha ......" Standing in a small courtyard, the young man put his hands together in front of his chest, his legs slightly bent and squatting, his ten fingers spread like a pair of tiger claws, and his toes grasped the ground, like the roots of an old tree. Suddenly, like a rabbit falling from a falcon, he stepped out as fast as a meteor, and let out a shout from his mouth.

"Your Highness, a guest has come to visit!" One of the guards stepped forward and bowed to the boy.

"Oh! Can anyone still find this place? Let them in! The boy straightened up and said. (To be continued......)