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I don't know who chose the day, the day of the envoy happened to coincide with Qingming.

Chen Ke's crotch was a bloody BMW given by the official family, surrounded by a big gang of people who came to see him off, followed by the guards of the Imperial City Division who escorted him on his mission. He did not hold an umbrella, nor did he wear the red official robe and silver fish bag that he had been upgraded by the mission, and he still wore the green official robe.

It's not that he is modest, it's just that he heard that Mrs. Cheng is critically ill, and it would be too inappropriate to wear a red official robe.

Because of this news, he was a little more concerned and low, and he didn't have the enthusiasm that the hall deserved that day.

also because of his low tone, the team that saw him off was a little less high-spirited and a little more dignified.

The team came out of the Nanxun Gate, and after walking three miles, they saw a long pavilion in the distance, that is, the Chunjie Pavilion where officials went out of Beijing to bid farewell. The pavilion is guarded by van soldiers, and idle people are forbidden to approach. But today, when everyone looked from afar, they saw countless oil-walled incense carts parked beside the road, and countless idle people were watching, blocking the wide official road.

"Brother Zhong Fang is worthy of being the head of the Fengyue team, and he was sent by famous prostitutes in the city when he left Beijing." Someone said with envy: "It's really admirable!" ”

"Impossible, I left Beijing this time, and no one told me." Chen Ke said: "They definitely didn't come for me. ”

"Who is that for?" Everyone was puzzled: "Who else has such a great charm?" Compare our champions? ”

"There really is one, but I can't rush him, because it's an ancient person." Some Bianjing Jinshi said with a smile: "Today is the record of the whole world, the day of the grave. ”

Everyone woke up like a dream and said: "Qingming Festival, Liu Qi is sacrificed outside the Nanxun Gate, it turns out to be true!" ”

They looked over one after another, only to see that on the side of the official road, on the green field, the bright and colorful leaders dressed in the past were all dressed in green clothes and wrapped their heads in black cloth. Each person has a stick of incense in their hands and stands solemnly beside a large tomb and a small tomb.

These female reporters, who have always been smoky and flattering, and who show off their jokes, are all mournful at the moment, like mourning.

However, the onlookers couldn't understand this feeling, but excitedly pointed out and identified those unattainable famous prostitutes on weekdays...... Nine of the top ten oirans came, and one of them who was about to participate in the flower list was not left behind, and the rest were all famous prostitutes.

They ignored the frivolous voices. n.et said that the network / no pop-up advertising full text TXT download respectfully incense. In front of the grave where the inscription on the monument reads, 'The Tomb of Liu Sanchang', he sang Liu Qi's lyrics before his death:

"The chilling cicada is poignant, and it is late for the long pavilion. The showers stopped.

The capital tent has no clue, and the nostalgia and the blue boat are urging.

Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked.

I want to go to the smoke waves. The twilight is heavy and the sky is wide.

Affectionate parting since ancient times. What's more, snubbing the Qingqiu Festival.

Where to wake up tonight, the willow bank, the wind and the waning moon.

This past year should be a good day and a good time.

Even though there are thousands of styles, who can you talk to? ”

They sang and danced with tears and sorrows. A sad and sad song "Yulin Bell" was vividly interpreted, and the listeners were all sad from it, and tears wet their clothes......

The powerful infectious force actually quieted down those idlers and scoundrels who didn't understand the amorous feelings. They don't know why these fairy-like women who occupy all the scenery are crying so sadly, but they can't help but cry.

The sensual new science and technology scholars are already slightly red in their eyes, and they experience this deep sorrow, but many people shake their heads and sigh lightly: "I can't hate to be Liu Qi, crying on the grave of the beauties in the world!" Although he has been expanding the rivers and lakes all his life. It's worth it, too! Hearing these envious words, Chen Ke sighed in his heart, he finally understood why Liu Yong's image in the hearts of prostitutes many years after his death. But it has become more and more sacred. That's because men in the world tend to portray women, especially prostitutes. They treat them as playthings for fun, as treasures to show off their wealth, but they don't treat them as human beings!

How could it not be the same as the former self? If it weren't for the objectification of Du Qingshuang, how could he be so anxious?

This is not the case with Yoo Yong, who treats them as friends and people......

But Liu Yong's fate is extremely miserable. He was originally a child of a family, born handsome, talented, and a delicate and gentle heart. Everyone knows his tragedy, and after the fall of the song 'Crane Soaring to the Sky', it was put into another volume by the Great Song Dynasty officials, who were known for their kindness, and ordered him to 'go and sing in a low voice, what do you want this fame to do?' ”

Since then, the Great Song Dynasty has one less educated official, but one more has been ordered to fill in the words of Liu Sanchang. Since then, he has been wandering among the fangqu all day long, looking for spiritual sustenance in the flowers and willows. And the famous prostitutes in the capital also gave him everything they could give him.

Liu Yong did not make a living, and his family also cut off his financial resources, and the famous prostitutes in the capital competed to support him. Famous prostitutes scattered all their daughters, only asking Liu Qiguan to sleep with one of them, and seeking a word and a poem. In Bianjing City at that time, there was a prostitute like this:

'I don't want to wear Ayaluo, I want to follow the seven brothers; If you don't want the king to call, you want to be called by Liu Qi;

I don't want a thousand gold, I want to be in the willow seven hearts; I don't want the gods to see it, I want to know the seven faces of the willows......

Liu Qi has been rolling in the pink array for a lifetime. After his death, various prostitutes gathered together to make the funeral a beautiful one. On the day of the funeral, there was no prostitute in Bianjing City who did not arrive, and the crying was shocking. Since then, the Qingming Festival every year has become the day when they go to Liu Qi's grave.

In fact, they were not so much worshipping Liu Qi as they were in front of the grave of the same sick and sympathetic...... No matter how beautiful the surface is, it can't hide their inner inferiority, nor can it replace the fear of the future.

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After the song was sung, the soldiers who came back to their senses stepped forward to drive away the people who were in the way.

As soon as the crowd dispersed, Chen Ke, who was sitting on the back of a tall horse, was extremely vividly exposed in front of all the famous prostitutes.

They were stunned for a moment, but even if they understood, they came over together to say a blessing.

Chen Ke bowed his head on the horse to return the salute.

This respect taught all the Oiran to feel warm, and they all reluctantly said: "Seeing that the flower evaluation conference is about to start, Zhuang Yuanlang is about to leave Beijing." ”

"I have to do it on official business." Chen Ke smiled and said: "Besides, I'm also poor in donkey skills, so it's better to slip away, so as not to make a fool of myself." Almost everyone present asked for words from him, and almost half of the words of Lao Xin, Xiao Li and Lao Jiang in Chen Ke's memory were scraped off. The remaining half is mostly hatred of the country and the nation, and it is out of place to take it out.

So he told the truth, if he didn't seal the pen again, he would really be exposed.

However, to the ears of the leaders, this is his usual humor. It's just that I just got rid of my sadness, but I fell into a feeling of regret, so I couldn't laugh at all. They took out their accessories, sachets, and sweat towels and gave them to Chen Ke, wishing him success and returning to Beijing as soon as possible, and promised each other: "Today I am dressed in plain clothes, and I can't be polite." In the coming day, the slave swept the couch and laid the pillow, waiting for the triumph of the son. "It's really envious of others.

"Champion Lang's Fengyue team is really genuine." In the long pavilion, seeing this scene from a distance, Wang Qi and all the officials of the Ministry of Rites all said with envy: "People are not romantic boys!" ”

The thinking of the people of the Song Dynasty is very strange, if you don't get into the Jinshi prostitute, you don't do your job, and if you get into the Jinshi, you have the ability. The ministers of the Manchu Dynasty, don't look at the current one by one, in fact, when you were young, you were all walking on the horse and the stage, and the fireworks of sleeping flowers and willows. …,~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After the prostitutes said goodbye, the people who watched the excitement also left, and outside the long pavilion and by the ancient road, it was suddenly a lot quieter.

Chen Ke looked at the same year that he came to say goodbye, only to see Gorou's depressed face, he wanted to follow very much, but the marriage date had already been set on the Yue family's side, so Chen Ke ordered him to stay and get married. and scared him that there was no such shop in this village, and he should be careful of beating a bachelor for the rest of his life.

The threat worked, and Gorou was really worried, but he still insisted, even if he beat a bachelor, he had to protect him. Chen Ke was a little moved, but of course he couldn't hurt his younger brother, so he told him that Monk Xuanyu would join, and Gorou was relieved.

Shiro followed Chen Ke, his calm mind and astute judgment actually overlapped with Lu Huiqing, but the two of them used different purposes.

After the new branch of Jinshi and the first, the imperial court would take a year's vacation, let them go home to deal with personal affairs, or play around to relax, and then return to the capital to report after a year. So Shiro didn't have to report to the imperial court, he just had to follow Chen Ke and them home, and join halfway.

After saying goodbye to the same year, the send-off ceremony of the Ministry of Rites began. When the slightly lengthy ceremony was over, Chen Ke saw the little prince Zhao Zongji appear under the long pavilion. He held a big food box in one hand and said, "Seven days of two, eat from top to bottom." The upper layer is perishable, and the lower the layer, the more durable it is. He said in a low voice: "Xiang'er has been busy all night from last night to this morning, you can't waste it, let alone give it to others." ”

Chen Ke nodded, put the two food boxes on the car with his own hands, and the time to set off was up. He hugged his fist at Zhao Zongji and said, "Take care." He clasped his fists at everyone and said, "Take care!" With that, he took the reins from the guard's hand and turned over on his horse.

Under the gaze of the crowd, he followed the team farther and farther away until no one could see anyone. Chen Kezheng was a little stunned, and suddenly heard the sound of a piano, and a heavenly song came from the Qingqiu on the side of the road:

“…… The capital tent has no clue, and the nostalgia and the blue boat are urging. Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked...... Affectionate parting since ancient times. What's more, snubbing the Qingqiu Festival. This past year should be a good day and a good time. Even though there are thousands of styles, who can you talk to? ”

The same poem, sung by the oirans in the front, is dedicated to Liu Sanchang, but the latter song is dedicated to Chen Ke.

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