The crescent moon stretched its waist, and in about an hour or two, it was about to return this son to Chaoxi, and found a place to sleep by itself.

And Jun didn't see the inside of the building outside the building, and the bottle stopped passing the flowers on the drum.

In the noble pavilion of the building full of fat powder by the Guangping River, the hall is full of songs and laughter, and the staggered and overlapping figures are clearly spread all over the eyes, which is a scene of paper, drunk and gold.

Xie Wuyu crossed his legs, propped up, propped up on the small case, his white emerald green robe looked out of place in this scene, and the corners of his lips smiled, containing a bit of light desire.

But even though he was surrounded by worldly energy, Xie Wuyu's eyes were extremely clear.

In the center of the pavilion sat several Qing men, their beautiful eyes were longing, all holding the pipa and the zither in their hands, and the melody in the chamber was tactful, like the mountains and flowing water.

"Master, you are biased, and you only look at your sister."

Xie Wuyu sat beside him with a red card, aggrieved by a pair of clear peach blossom eyes, covered with a shallow mist of water, and the bones of the straight sect were crisped by three points, she twisted a grape and handed it to Xie Wuyu's lips.

Xie Wuyu looked sideways, and when he saw the shallow veil of the beautiful woman, he didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional.

He tapped his knuckles on the desk, his eyes lit up, and he put the red card in his mouth as he took the roll of grapes.

Hongpajiao laughed, she reached out and held the wine jug, poured the sake into the cup, and put the wine glass in front of Xie Wuyu, the little red mole at the end of her eyes lined the shallow scarlet of her eyes, and the sun was setting for a long time.

She is the latest red card of this Chaoge Building, her name is Yun Yan, she has just risen from Qingqi, and she is being favored by pilgrims, but she has encountered a difficult rebellion against the city, but ......

Yun Yan's eyes flashed, her heart flowed, and she secretly looked at the merry man beside her who was watching the Qingqi music.

Listening to Qingniang, this is the military advisor under Major General Meng, who somehow came to them in the middle of the night, and asked to see Chu Yan by name.

When they got the news, the other red cards were hesitant and didn't dare to come, for fear that this military advisor would be like those reckless people from other regions, but Yun Yan was the first to respond to Qingniang.

Sure enough, she didn't make a mistake, the person in front of her was suave, if she could win his blue eyes, lose his heart, and redeem herself, even if she was taken back to be a maid, it would be ten million times better than here.

Who is not looking forward to going out here.

After thinking carefully in her heart, Yun Yan took a cup and smiled, and her eyes set off a slight wave:

"Master, the slave family respects ......"

Before the last word could be spoken, the wooden door was gently opened, Yun Yan saw the knuckles of the fingers that the person next to her had been tapping lightly, and paused, she raised her eyes, and her eyes overflowed with surprise in an instant-

The person who came was the bones of the wind and the moon, the remnant moon and the autumn wind, as if he was hired by the galaxy, and he proposed red makeup and red fat, painted on the tail of his eyes and eyebrows, wrapped in blue yarn, translucent white skin, and his whole body was like a cup of wine with style.

The most eye-catching thing is that under Chu Yan's skirt, he is barefoot.

The hands of the cleaners who were twisting the strings stopped.

It was the first time they had seen the legendary face of Chu Yan under the veil.

"The slave family is late, I hope the master will forgive the sins."

I saw Chu Yan stepping on the threshold with the pipa in her arms, stopping in front of Xie Wuyu, and then bent her jade knees and knelt on the pu, she raised her eyebrows, bent along the sockets of her eyes, and stretched out her voice, but there was no apology in her eyes.

Yun Yan was stunned in mid-air with her hand holding the wine cup, she came back to her senses, withdrew her hand, raised her eyes to look, and saw Xie Wuyu's eyes locked on Chu Yan's body, how could she still have her own share.

With a coquettish voice in his ears, the deep pool under Xie Wuyu's eyes moved slightly, and the ink outside the window quietly climbed up his eyebrows, dyeing his dark pupils like lacquer night.

Halfway through, he made a meaningful smile and opened his mouth lazily:

"Go down, all of you."

Yun Yan's hand holding the wine cup was clenched tightly, her fingertips were white, she glanced at Xie Wuyu unwillingly, but the latter didn't look at her at all, so she had to get up and withdraw with Qing Qi.

As soon as the group of warblers and swallows dispersed, the pavilion finally quieted down.

Xie Wufu rubbed the cup on the table, and then drank it slowly, the smell of wine was like water vapor in the morning, staining every part of his robe and sideburns.

The two faced each other like this, silent.

The night breeze blows the veil, the ripples quietly swing from the heart, and the warm light and shadow change with the veil.

Xie Wuyu finally raised his eyes, his eyebrows were stained with the mist of late autumn, his sideburns slightly melted the end of the snow-capped mountain, he sighed lightly, and a room of broken jade suddenly rose on the ground:

"Miss Chu Yan, what a big show."

Chu Yan was still sitting on his knees, his body did not move, his eyes were full of waves, and he was on Xie Wuyu's face:

"The master came late, the slave family fell asleep, and he had to dress up before he could come to see you."

The words pinched a few times, and they were all coquettish.

Xie Wufu laughed, holding the blue and white porcelain cup in the palm of his hand, rubbing off the sporadic liquor on the edge of the cup with his fingertips, and a few drops fell on the jade fan resting on the desk.

The floating light glimpsed and refracted a thousand waves of broken shadows, and he said lightly:

"I heard that Miss Chu Yan has never seen a guest, but today I took the lead, the girl came with a pipa, can you play a song for me?"

Chu Yan's greasy white hand supported the only gilded hairpin on his sideburns, and his delicate posture was like a boneless, and he responded:

"It's nature."

Xie Wuyu raised his eyebrows and squinted slightly.

Chu Yan straightened her posture, ringing bells, like gold and stone singing jade to reveal the light of the sky, she gently hooked a few strings, adjusted the sound of the pipa, and handed an eye wave to the person on the seat, before lowering her eyelashes, moving slightly, and removing a flash of darkness.

The incense in the pavilion curled around, covering Xie Wuyu's gaze a little, half of it was foggy, adding a touch of style.

Chu Yan hooked the strings.

Most of these mortal tunes have been passed down through the ages because of love, and Chu Yan played the ambush in October, played the sunset flute and drum, and played the spring and snow.

The high part of the tune dances lightly and flies like facing the clouds, and the low place is sad and sorrowful, and the spine is broken, as if the person who is in it wants a handful of loess after all, and only the rest is reckless.

Gently twist and slowly wipe and pick up, at the beginning of the neon dress after six years.

The sound of the piano was interrupted for a long time, until the last sound drifted out of the window with the wind, Xie Wuyu raised his hand and swallowed all the wine in the cup.

Halfway through, he spoke out slightly:

"Now that I have heard the song of Miss Chu Yan, I know that what I heard in the past was just mud in the dust."

Chu Yan laughed softly.

She put down the pipa and got up, her skirt swayed and swayed, her steps were slow, floating in the soft waves, and the blue color seemed to be quenched and the glow was about to float down, and the clouds on her feet disappeared with her steps, stopped on Xie Wuyu's side, and then knelt on the side.

Xie Wuyu stared at her movements, Gu Panguang swept under the feet of the person, and wrapped his long arms around the ground, Chu Yan let out a low snort, but there was no surprise at all, as if he had expected it.

The clear liquor spilled over the rim of the glass as the arm hit the edge of the table, spilling on the desk cloth, leaching out a little bit of water.

Xie Wuyu lowered his head to Chu Yan's face, his scorching gaze went down the delicate eyebrows inch by inch, and his black hair slipped down the sideburns, covering the uncertain darkness under his eyes:

"Miss Chu Yan, she looks good and has a good face."