Eighteen years of Shaoxing, Lin'an City, light rain.

Wanghai Pavilion floated to sing: "The southeast shape wins, the three Wu capitals, and Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times." The smoke willow paints the bridge, the wind curtain is green, and there are 100,000 people. The clouds and trees surround the embankment sand, the angry waves roll frost and snow, and the moat is endless. The city is a jewel, the household is profitable, and the competition is luxurious.

The heavy lake is stacked on top of Qingjia, there are three autumn laurels, ten miles of lotus. Qiang tube clear, Lingge flooded the night, frolicking and fishing lotus baby. Thousands of horsemen have high teeth, listen to the flute and drums while drunk, and enjoy the smoke. The picture of the other day will be good, and return to Fengchi Kua".

Zhao Gou Weifu made a private visit and went to find his voice. In human rights, I finally saw a woman playing and singing on the orthography stage.

The woman singing on the stage is Chen Dieyi, the candid singer of Wanghai Pavilion, and she is also this year's Oiran, Zhao Gou hugged the stage from the crowd.

"This little lady, the song is beautiful, the person is also beautiful, Liu Yong's song Wanghai tide, this Hangzhou is very beautiful, and it is too beautiful."

Chen Dieyi sighed and said: "It's a pity that the one who makes people unwilling to be called by the king, and is willing to be called by Liu Qi; I don't want a thousand gold, I want to get the willow seven hearts; I don't want the gods to see it, and I want to know Liu Yong, who knows the seven faces of the willow, is dead, but it's a pity that I'm just a woman, and I can't still kill the enemy in that array, so I can only discuss the poetry and songs with you, and the little woman is ugly."

Zhao Gou took out a silver ingot from the signing agent on his waist.

"Today, we can discuss poetry and poetry together."

Zhao Gou followed Chen Dieyi in the direction of Wanghai Pavilion.

Licheng, Xinfu, courtyard.

A group of children are playing, they are playing games, one is playing Qin Hui, one is playing Yue Fei, and some are playing Jin Bing, and the one who is playing Yue Fei is Xin Jiaxuan, the son of the Xin family.

Xin Jiaxuan pulled out the peachwood sword on his waist and stabbed at the little friend who played Qin Hui, although he didn't stab the little friend, but in his eyes, he was very firm, as if he was Yue Fei at that moment, and went into battle to kill the enemy.

Xin Jiaxuan said: "The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring. When I feel the tears, I hate the birds. The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars. The whitehead scratching is shorter, and the hairpin is overwhelming. Angry hair rushed to the crown, relying on the place, Xiaoxiao rain rest. Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, strong and fierce. Thirty merits, fame, dust and earth (7), eight thousand miles of clouds, and moon (8). Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad. Jing Kang is ashamed, and it is still snowing. When the courtiers hate, when will they perish. Drive a long car and step through the lack of Helan Mountain. Zhuang was hungry for Hulu meat, and laughed and thirsty for Xiongnu blood (14). Wait to start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky".

As soon as Xin Jiaxuan's words fell, the group of friends who played Jin Bing helped him with ropes, and the friends who played Qin Hui stabbed him with the peachwood sword in his hand, and he was also very cooperative with his friends, pretending to be dead.

At this time, there were really Jin soldiers who appeared in their Xin Mansion, it turned out that they were here to arrest them, and they arrested people for some reason, and the family members were so frightened that they fled in all directions, but Xin Jiaxuan reported to the ancestral hall, climbed up the high incense case, picked up a real sword on the tribute platform, and stabbed towards the body of the real Jin soldiers, and those Jin soldiers were not his opponents for a child who was only eight years old.

You bad people, don't want to touch one of my Xin Mansion, go back and tell your king that I am going to do the way for heaven today, clean up the portal, drive out these Tartars, and return me to the Great Song River and Mountain."

Those golden soldiers were so frightened that they fled.

At this time, the ancestral hall was in a mess, he tidied up the ancestral hall, and found a book of Liu Yong's lyrics "Movement Collection" among the messy items on the ground, and sat on the ground to read it.