Now, in this Tokyo Fengyue field, there are only two women who can be called the head of the line, one of them is the Li Shishi who has entered the private family of today's officials, although he also entertains some literati on weekdays, but it is just a clean talk, not involved in the wind and moon. The other is Cui Niannu, who is beautiful and delicate, jade and exquisite, especially good at dancing, and can be described as a double song and dance with Master Li.

Cui Niannu is extremely arrogant, and there are only three dances a month, but she only entertains those literary scholars, and she is afraid that it will be difficult for idlers to enter her eyes.

This was difficult for Wang Bin, Wang Bin waved his hand, wrote a poem and sent it up.

In order to pretend to be forced, Wang Bin specially used Dong Qichang's calligraphy!

A few days later, the news came: "Son, stay here, my young lady is invited!" ”

"Got it!" Wang Bin said.

Qingyunju, located at the corner of Ma Xingju Street, a small courtyard with three entrances before and after, a red lantern hangs in front of the door, and the word "idle cloud" is written on it, just the appearance of a small household with a low door.

But this is the place, every fifth, fifteenth, and twenty-fifth day of the first month, it must be full of high-ranking customers, scribes and scholars, and all the people who come and go are the current celebrities.

There was a cold scene in front of the door, there was no sense of prosperity, but it was a little deserted, and some laymen lived in seclusion.

After a while, a handsome woman who was no more than ten years old opened the door.

"What is love in the world? Straight Christians promise life and death! ”

From the Yuan Dynasty writer Yuan Haowen.

Later, in Jin Yong's martial arts masterpiece "The Condor Heroes", Li Mochou, who was trapped in love, often quoted this sentence and was widely circulated.

Although the Song Dynasty was the era when the development of words reached its peak, especially in the Northern Song Dynasty, the stars of the poets were shining, and the style of words was bold and graceful, and so on, and their achievements could be called the best. But there are still one or two in later generations, whose talents and rhetoric are not inferior to those of their predecessors, and even surpass.

For example, Yuan Haowen's "Touching the Fish, Yanqiu Ci", Yang Shen's "Linjiang Immortal", and Taizu's "Qinyuan Spring * Snow", even in the Song Dynasty, are also masterpieces.

At this time, Qingyun was in the center, on an elegant small building, a woman was wearing a plain white placket waist-length skirt, twisting a paper note with one hand, holding the railing of the small building with the other, and her mouth was just repeatedly reciting the first sentence of this poem "Touching the Fish, Yanqiu Ci".

In the pretty wind, Cui Niannu muttered this sentence in a demented manner, and after a while, his eyes were full of tears.

Cui Niannu was originally from an official family, but later his father committed a crime, became a prostitute, fell into the dust, and was a generation, and proud, but he was born with a seven-trick exquisite heart.

Thinking of this Tokyo Bianliang, there are not many women who operate such a livelihood, like a carp crossing the river, since a generation of new people replace the old. At this moment, she seems to be the leader of the line, and she has outstanding appearance, but how long can she be popular.

Now, I have worked hard to maintain my life and live a little more comfortably.

The hardships and pains of this period are not enough for outsiders.

In the joyful field, the emphasis is on joy and easy to give, and it is difficult to throw away an inch. When facing Cui Niannu's smiling face, behind him is a cold-eyed person, and there are so many people who are unlucky!

I want to be good many times, but I am worried, and I am not a person.

"In the world, is there really such a man who values love and righteousness!"

Cui Niannu couldn't help but say.

"Miss, that boy has arrived!"

Still immersed in the words, the atmosphere was difficult to extricate himself, until the maid next to him reminded him softly, Cui Niannu woke up, stood in the railing and looked down, but saw a slender and handsome young man, pacing. Up and down, with an elegant atmosphere, elegant with heroism.

At first glance, you are a person of learning!

It's just that his intuition told him that the man in front of him couldn't make such words.

And Wang Bin also looked upstairs and saw Cui Niannu for the first time!

The woman is in her twenties, her eyes are like water, her appearance is as beautiful as a fairy, she has a purple wood hairpin on her head, and she is wearing a plain dress, which brings people a sense of floating out of the dust.

And the gaze of the man in front of him fell on him, there was surprise, love, and a trace of pity. That trace of pity made Cui Niannu's heart tremble, in the Fengyue Field, he had seen a lot of talents, although many people covered it up, but there was greed and possession in his eyes.

However, this is nothing, if a man is not lustful, he is not a eunuch, or he is good as Longyang!

"Childe is a great talent!" Cui Niannu asked curiously.

"It's not a big talent, it's just a small way!" Wang Bin said.

"Childe, it seems that there are not too many love entanglements, how can you write such touching words!" Cui Niannu was skeptical.

"Girl, you can believe in your past life!" Wang Bin said leisurely: "Everyone in the world has drunk Meng Po soup, and all kinds of things in the previous life have disappeared, but I didn't drink that bowl of Meng Po soup, remember all kinds of things in the previous life, this word is not this life, but the previous life!" ”

What is immortality?

Wang Bin kept reincarnating, remembering all kinds of things in his previous life, the soul is immortal, and to a certain extent, it is equivalent to immortality.

"What kind of person was Childe in his previous life?" Cui Niannu said curiously.

"I remember the memories of the third life!" Wang Bin said leisurely: "In the first life, I am a civilian......

Life is as lonely as snow, and in the loneliness, Wang Bin told about his previous life.

Come to think of it, he has lived three lives now, about a hundred years ago, in the first life, for the sake of his lover, Wang Bin violated the ban with force, trampled on the law, and finally died, in that life, Wang Bin broke the legal shackles.

The law is fair, but people are unfair, and when the unfair person dominates the law, he will become the umbrella of the wicked and the victim of the good.

Then, Wang Bin told about the second life, the second life was a revolutionary martyr, wielding a battle knife to slash and kill foreign devils, seemingly stupid, but enjoying it.

As for the third generation, Wang Bin is in a high position, and the No. 1 values him, so it can be said that he is the happiest to walk sideways in the imperial capital.

Speaking, all the things in his previous life, Wang Bin suddenly felt like a dream.

Cui Niannu listened carefully, her heart was full of envy, that is a good life!

And she is only a daughter, a prostitute, if she is good in the future, marries an official as a concubine, and is lucky, she will give birth to a son and a half daughter, and she will not be bullied by the main room; If you are unlucky, the man you marry is unkind, and the main room is fierce, and some of them suffer.

Hearing that Wang Bin, for the sake of his wife, violated the ban by force and killed the disciples of high-ranking officials, he admired it in his heart.

"Childe, what a person who values love and righteousness!"

Cui Niannu said.

"The hatred of killing the father, the hatred of taking the wife, and the shame of losing the country, you must not go unpunished!" Wang Bin said lightly: "It's a pity, in that life, I had no power, I was just a humble little person, and I was humiliated!" ”

The misery of the first life is extremely similar to Lin Chong.

In order to prevent the tragedy from happening again, Wang Bin kept climbing up.

The two chatted happily, and finally said goodbye.

Before parting, Wang Bin took out a book and handed it over, with the cover reading: Peach Blossom Fan!

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