The silence is silent, the night is as cold as water, the cold winter begins to invade, a layer of goose rain and a layer of cold, and the coldness in Huai'an is piled up like this.

The street next to the moat was also not as lively as it used to be, the wine flag was stained with drizzle and waved a little slowly, but above the noble pavilion of the restaurant, the familiar Jiaojiao did not seem to be contaminated with the cold outside.

Guan Shanyue held her back, her eyelids drooping like stars falling in the sky, as if she wanted to contain all the strange things, but at this time, her expression was sad, and she completely lost her previous strength.

The stove in the pavilion was baked to the ground, except for the two people who were singing on stage outside the cloud tent, there was no noise at all.

Guan Shanyue was alone, and she lifted the tea cup on the table to moisten her throat, and when she touched the cup, she felt cold, and she was about to open her mouth to call Hongling, but she suddenly remembered what happened in the mansion.

Gathering the feather eyelashes into the anger in the fan's eyes, Guan Shanyue put the cup in his hand back on the case.

Today she heard that Shen Zhihe had returned home, and was about to go out to deliver the post to the Meng Mansion next door, Guan Shanyue thought that Shen Zhihe had lost his mother, and she could express her gratitude when she went to comfort her, not to mention...... Xu Neng met the major general.

The one who has been on the expedition for more than a month, Guan Shanyue counts the days with his fingers.

Unexpectedly, before the post was handed out, she stopped Guan Shanyue and forced her to look at dozens of portraits, saying that it was time for her to choose a husband.

shirked the quarrel back and forth, and Guan Shanyue ran out of the house alone.

And listening to the drama is always a good place for her to calm her heart.

Guan Shanyue walked into the restaurant angrily, but the shopkeeper was taken aback, she threw a gold ingot and directly chartered the two noble pavilions on the second floor.

lest idlers disturb you like last time.

She ordered a fold of "The Drunken Concubine," listening to the song slowly, the drama sang affectionately, the birth was pure and ugly, and on the stage, she sang all the joys and sorrows of ancient and modern times.

Yang Guifei was so drunk and beautiful, but later Ma Weipo hanged to death, not the same miserable, the historian put the fault on the woman, saying that the concubines of the country were ruined, and the Tang Dynasty died.

Throughout the past, which of the previous emperors who was made into a faint monarch did not have the sin of "women calamitizing the country".

Guan Shanyue sneered, and the onion armor unconsciously slammed on the case.

This is just the so-called prosperous times need beauties to embellish, and troubled times need beauties to atone for their sins.

The flickering candlelight in the pavilion sprinkled finely on the plate of red fruits on the case, Guan Shanyue twisted an entrance, sour and bitter, she was already irritable when she heard it, frowned and took several sips, and directly drank the cold tea in the tea cup to rinse her mouth.

Guan Shanyue shrunk her body into the green robe, and the breeze in the pavilion was greasy with the fragrance of the first blooming plums, wrapped in that bit of coldness, and when she hit her nose, she shivered all over.

After a long time, the curtain came to an end when "The Drunken Concubine" came to an end, Guan Shanyue's ears were quieter, and the Sichuan between her eyebrows was flattened, she pressed the corner of her forehead, and waited intently for the last "Farewell My Concubine".

This is the one she has heard the most.

Farewell to my concubine, go to life and death together.

The water of the Wujiang River is surging, and when you hear a song of Yu Xi Yu Xi Nao, the pink and green clothes on the stage that are rubbed with joy, anger and sorrow, word by word, are all hung on Guan Shanyue's heart.

The play stopped abruptly when Yu Ji killed herself.

Guan Shanyue opened her eyes suddenly, with some anger, she stood up, the breath in her heart surged up again, she strode out with the hem of her skirt, lifted the cloud tent, and looked down against the railing.

The Tsing Yi costume on the stage was wet for a long time, and he was looking at the troublemakers in the audience in fear-

The man in the audience was red, his clothes were loose, and he was carrying a wine jug, obviously drunk, and the shopkeeper was persuading him to do something, but he was brushed away by the man with one hand, and scolded at Tsing Yi on the stage:

"What are you singing! Uncle, I don't even have a wing room here, and I still have to listen to your bad play! ”

The shopkeeper who was pushed away supported the table and chair on the side before he fell, he straightened his hair crown, and he didn't know what to do, but his eyes caught a glimpse of Guan Shanyue leaning on the railing, and the shopkeeper hurriedly gave her a look.

Guan Shanyue's eyes were cold, and she narrowed her apricot eyes as she looked at the troublemaker.

It looks familiar.

"Uncle, I want to see who chartered the second floor of your pavilion today!"

Then the troublemaker strode up the stairs, his steps crooked, but brute force, and the shopkeeper could not hold him behind him.

Guan Shanyue turned around, she lowered her eyes, pulled the hem of her clothes, put the neckline of the placket more squarely, and rolled up a pair of sleeves with thick edges-

Then she drew the soft whip from her waist and slammed it as the man took the last step up the stairs.

The silence is silent, the night is as cold as water, the cold winter begins to invade, a layer of goose rain and a layer of cold, and the coldness in Huai'an is piled up like this.

The street next to the moat was also not as lively as it used to be, the wine flag was stained with drizzle and waved a little slowly, but above the noble pavilion of the restaurant, the familiar Jiaojiao did not seem to be contaminated with the cold outside.

Guan Shanyue held her back, her eyelids drooping like stars falling in the sky, as if she wanted to contain all the strange things, but at this time, her expression was sad, and she completely lost her previous strength.

The stove in the pavilion was baked to the ground, except for the two people who were singing on stage outside the cloud tent, there was no noise at all.

Guan Shanyue was alone, and she lifted the tea cup on the table to moisten her throat, and when she touched the cup, she felt cold, and she was about to open her mouth to call Hongling, but she suddenly remembered what happened in the mansion.

Gathering the feather eyelashes into the anger in the fan's eyes, Guan Shanyue put the cup in his hand back on the case.

Today she heard that Shen Zhihe had returned home, and was about to go out to deliver the post to the Meng Mansion next door, Guan Shanyue thought that Shen Zhihe had lost his mother, and she could express her gratitude when she went to comfort her, not to mention...... Xu Neng met the major general.

The one who has been on the expedition for more than a month, Guan Shanyue counts the days with his fingers.

Unexpectedly, before the post was handed out, she stopped Guan Shanyue and forced her to look at dozens of portraits, saying that it was time for her to choose a husband.

shirked the quarrel back and forth, and Guan Shanyue ran out of the house alone.

And listening to the drama is always a good place for her to calm her heart.

Guan Shanyue walked into the restaurant angrily, but the shopkeeper was taken aback, she threw a gold ingot and directly chartered the two noble pavilions on the second floor.

lest idlers disturb you like last time.

She ordered a fold of "The Drunken Concubine," listening to the song slowly, the drama sang affectionately, the birth was pure and ugly, and on the stage, she sang all the joys and sorrows of ancient and modern times.

Yang Guifei was so drunk and beautiful, but later Ma Weipo hanged to death, not the same miserable, the historian put the fault on the woman, saying that the concubines of the country were ruined, and the Tang Dynasty died.

Throughout the past, which of the previous emperors who was made into a faint monarch did not have the sin of "women calamitizing the country".

Guan Shanyue sneered, and the onion armor unconsciously slammed on the case.

This is just the so-called prosperous times need beauties to embellish, and troubled times need beauties to atone for their sins.

The flickering candlelight in the pavilion sprinkled finely on the plate of red fruits on the case, Guan Shanyue twisted an entrance, sour and bitter, she was already irritable when she heard it, frowned and took several sips, and directly drank the cold tea in the tea cup to rinse her mouth.

Guan Shanyue shrunk her body into the green robe, and the breeze in the pavilion was greasy with the fragrance of the first blooming plums, wrapped in that bit of coldness, and when she hit her nose, she shivered all over.

After a long time, the curtain came to an end when "The Drunken Concubine" came to an end, Guan Shanyue's ears were quieter, and the Sichuan between her eyebrows was flattened, she pressed the corner of her forehead, and waited intently for the last "Farewell My Concubine".

This is the one she has heard the most.

Farewell to my concubine, go to life and death together.

The water of the Wujiang River is surging, and when you hear a song of Yu Xi Yu Xi Nao, the pink and green clothes on the stage that are rubbed with joy, anger and sorrow, word by word, are all hung on Guan Shanyue's heart.

The play stopped abruptly when Yu Ji killed herself.

Guan Shanyue opened her eyes suddenly, with some anger, she stood up, the breath in her heart surged up again, she strode out with the hem of her skirt, lifted the cloud tent, and looked down against the railing.

The Tsing Yi costume on the stage was wet for a long time, and he was looking at the troublemakers in the audience in fear-

The man in the audience was red, his clothes were loose, and he was carrying a wine jug, obviously drunk, and the shopkeeper was persuading him to do something, but he was brushed away by the man with one hand, and scolded at Tsing Yi on the stage:

"What are you singing! Uncle, I don't even have a wing room here, and I still have to listen to your bad play! ”

The shopkeeper who was pushed away supported the table and chair on the side before he fell, he straightened his hair crown, and he didn't know what to do, but his eyes caught a glimpse of Guan Shanyue leaning on the railing, and the shopkeeper hurriedly gave her a look.

Guan Shanyue's eyes were cold, and she narrowed her apricot eyes as she looked at the troublemaker.

It looks familiar.

"Uncle, I want to see who chartered the second floor of your pavilion today!"

Then the troublemaker strode up the stairs, his steps crooked, but brute force, and the shopkeeper could not hold him behind him.

Guan Shanyue turned around, she lowered her eyes, pulled the hem of her clothes, put the neckline of the placket more squarely, and rolled up a pair of sleeves with thick edges-

Then she drew the soft whip from her waist and slammed it as the man took the last step up the stairs.