The Imperial Palace of Dali.

Duan Suling was standing in front of the hall, the rain in front of the hall was falling, and the flowers in the courtyard were falling.

Mu Zaha approved a cloak for her.

"Princess, the wind is blowing, go back"!

"I don't know, how is he now after I left"?

It was rainy, Chu Chu was a little sleepy, and he kept lying on the bed and didn't get up.

The mother pointed to a disheveled man outside the door and scolded, the pedestrians who came and went, glanced at it, and left in a hurry, there was a burden beside the man, and there were a few pieces of paper wet by the rain next to the baggage, and the abrasion marks on the paper were blurred.

"Eh, my script, my script".

Liu Sanbian squatted down and used his hands to find his own script in the footsteps of the crowd of people.

"I thought you were a talented person, but you were just a gentleman, since you don't have money, don't rely on it, and want to redeem yourself for us Chuchu, I think you can't protect yourself now, if you have money, you are an uncle, and if you don't have money, get out."

Mom clapped her hands, turned around with a disgusted face, and several big men stared at Liu Sanbian, Liu Sanbian sat paralyzed on the ground, and I didn't know if it was rain or tears, slipping from Liu Sanbian's face.

Chu Chu stood by the window, looking at Liu Sanbian's back on the ground as he walked away, and without saying anything, he walked downstairs with an umbrella, and quietly followed, and suddenly Liu Sanbian stopped.

Liu Sanbian took a deep breath, sighed again, and sighed for a long time: "Don't follow me, I'm a good-for-nothing person, if you follow me, I'm afraid it will be precarious, sleeping in the open air, you might as well stay in Baihualou."

"I know the Liu Sanbian, he is not like now, he is talented, young and promising, with ideals and ambitions, and he is a responsible man who will treat the singers as people, and stand up to the sky and the earth."

Liu Sanbian smiled: "Thank you, Miss Chuchu, for looking up to me so much."

Chu Chu was a little angry when he saw Liu Sanchang, who was so depressed: "Liu Sanchang, what kind of person are you and me Chu Chu"?

Liu Sanbian smiled: "What kind of woman are you, you are just a woman who drinks and eats, plays the piano and sings and dances, a prostitute, and deceives all my entangled women."

Chu Chu was very angry and pulled the money bag on his waist hard, and stuffed it into Liu Sanbian's hand very hard: "It turns out that in your Liu Sanbian's heart, I Chu Chu is such a woman, okay, you said that I am a woman who deceived you of all your entanglements, okay, today, I will return all the rewards you gave me to you, from now on, you and I will break off the righteousness, the two do not owe each other, you take your Yangguan Road, I cross my single-plank bridge."

Chu Chu turned to leave, I don't know if it was rain or tears, slid down her face, but she didn't wipe them away, just let them continue to dance on her face, and smudged her makeup.

Mom looked at Chu Chu, who was already drenched, at the door, and then Chu Chu fell into her mother's arms.

"Quick, go get some hot water and change her clothes."

Mother beckoned a little maid, and the little maid rarely helped her upstairs with few quick hands and feet.

Liu Sanbian kept staring at the money bag in his hand, in a daze, and then put the gold bag into his sleeve.

I thought to myself: "Chu Chu, I'm sorry, because only in this way, you don't have to follow me to trek through mountains and rivers."

Liu Sanbian came to the ferry pier, and there was a boatman, and he beckoned the boatman to support the boat for him.

Chu Chu was on the stage of Baihualou, singing the song "Looking at the Sea Tide • Southeast Shape Victory" weakly; “

Sanwu Metropolis, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times, with smoke and willow painting bridges, wind curtains and green curtains, and 100,000 households. 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. Heavy lakes are stacked on top of each other. There are three autumn laurels and 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 drum while drunk, and enjoy the smoke. The picture of the other day will be good, and return to Fengchi Kua".

Duan Suling was looking at the map of Hangzhou City in the Great Song Dynasty drawn by Liu Sanchang.