Zhu Yunmeng woke up lazily in the morning, and the morning light shone in through the gap and sprinkled on his face.

After lying in a daze for a long time, he got up lazily, and his black hair was like a waterfall, sliding down the side of his shoulder.

On the table was a piece of paper with the poem written in a small carved seal.

The last two sentences 'Look back at the condor shooting, thousands of miles of twilight clouds', she played for a long time, I like it very much, just looking at the poem, the feeling may not be so big, but yesterday there was an arrow out and broke through more than ten miles of mountains and forests, which also made this poem rise a lot.

The little maid knocked on the door and came in, holding a copper basin of warm water, and when she waited for Zhu Yunmeng to wash and change clothes, she couldn't help but smile and said:

"Miss, do you know what happened today?"

Zhu Yunmeng looked at her as a treasure offering, and said with a smile:

"What's wrong?"

The little maid said: "Miss, do you know that the Gao family, the He family, and the Zhong family?" ”

Zhu Yunmeng said casually:

"Naturally, I remember."

She is famous in Jiangnan, there are thirteen in Jiangnan, but she does not only live in one place for a long time, everywhere, the children of the family, literati and warriors all flock to it, and sprinkle a lot of silver with a hand.

What the little maid said was that the children of the family who came here this month and were the most attentive to her, and even planned to do something, if it weren't for the fact that the show where she was still had some power, or she would have to suffer some small losses.

Such a grudge, she naturally will not forget.

The little maid was a little excited, and said:

"Miss, you don't know."

"Someone saw today that those children of the family were kneeling in a row outside the gate of the Mei family's courtyard, all with blue noses and swollen faces, but miserable!"

Zhu Yunmeng was slightly startled, what Fang just said was almost the top gentleman in Wanling City, and subconsciously said, "Who did it?" ”

When the little maid heard this question, she became more and more excited, and her round eyes almost shone brightly, and she said:

"I was beaten by their father and mother personally, and I heard Sister Feng say that the head of the Gao family has to be out of breath every time he comes here, half dead, and when he beats his son, he works so hard."

"Several whips have been broken."

Zhu Yunmeng's face was slightly red, and he raised his hand to fight, and said:

"If you don't learn well at a young age, what do you listen to all day?"

The little maid stuck out her tongue and hugged her head and begged for mercy.

Zhu Yunmeng didn't take her seriously, just patted her on the shoulder, and then thoughtfully, muttered the names and surnames of the children of the family in his mouth, looked at the window, and said:

"Or ...... Let's take a look? ”

The first-class voice, which is judged to be gentle and tactful, but also pathetic and heroic, is full of eagerness.

The little maid was slightly stunned.

After a while, a middle-aged woman with a graceful demeanor and elegant dress knocked on the door of the house and said softly:

"Girl, it's time for you to go down and play the piano."

"This time, there is a son who wants to listen to the sound of the girl's piano with his daughter, and he must not let the distinguished guest wait for a long time......"

"Girl?"

After waiting for a long time, but no one responded in the house, the woman with a seductive face hesitated, whispered a disturbance, and gently pushed the door open.

The decoration is elegant, as if the room in the boudoir of the young lady is empty.

I only saw the windowsill open, and the curtains moved slightly with the wind.

The plump woman smiled wryly.

There are four gates of Wanling City, which are opened every morning and hour.

The plaque of the city tower of the east gate is carved with the word 'Wanling', which is the handwriting of the ancestors of the Mei family three hundred years ago, especially the wind and bones, and is still above many famous artists today.

Many celebrities are willing to come to Wanling City thousands of miles away, one of the biggest purposes is to see with their own eyes the handwriting of the famous people of the year, even if they have already copied thousands of times, but to see with their own eyes, the thoughts and feelings in their hearts are always different.

Wang Anfeng and Hong Luoyu walked through the city gate, this place is already Jiangnan Road, it is extremely far away from Wangxian County, with Wang Anfeng's speed, it is impossible to go back and forth in one night, but for Hong Luoyu, this is nothing.

Wang Anfeng sat on the bluestone on the top of Daliang Mountain last night.

I didn't go home, let alone go to Wang Hongyi's house, I just sat cross-legged on the bluestone quietly, the sky was full of stars, and my eyes were the red dust lights of Daliang Village, which was within reach.

Hong Luoyu was lying on the big tree behind the bluestone, holding wine in one hand, and his left arm was pillowed behind his head, looking extremely lazy.

When the morning dew was wet, Wang Anfeng seemed to wake up from a big dream.

After a glance at his awakened hometown, he turned to leave.

When I returned to Wanling City, it was already three o'clock in the morning, some time ago, the sky was still groggy at this time, but now it was already bright, and Wanling City was bustling with people.

Wang Anfeng walked forward slowly, there was no abnormality on the surface, and when he heard the pedestrians walking quickly, they said that they were going to the door of Mei's house to see the excitement, his brows furrowed slightly, and without thinking, he turned around and walked in another direction.

I'd rather go back to the inn in a big circle than see those gentlemen.

He only felt that these people annoyed him, if the rules and regulations were still there, he would rather be slashed with a sword, but others thought it was interesting, especially the few big gentlemen who were usually doing evil in Wanling City, and the majestic and majestic people, the great family had suffered such a big loss, and they all wanted to go to see the excitement.

When Wang Anfeng turned into one side of the alleyway, the two sneaked out of the other side.

One of the older ones wears a large-sleeved Confucian shirt, pedals on flat boots, hangs jade matches, and dresses up as a Confucian student, but he is born with picturesque eyebrows, followed by a little scholar with clear eyebrows, and the clothes on one master and one servant are all brand new, and it seems that they have only been bought for a short time.

If the nose is blue and the face is swollen at this time, the sons of the family kneeling there can recognize that the scholar in front of them is the first beauty in the thirteen roads of Jiangnan three years ago, and Zhu Yunmeng, who drunk the prince with a long song.

Although she was in the Qinglou painting boat, no one dared to be disrespectful to her.

There are thirteen roads in the south of the Yangtze River, and some places have been begging for a year and have not been seen.

In the painting boat, the steward asked her to stroke the piano for a song, and I don't know how many mouths were worn out, and she couldn't ask for a long song, so she really did what she wanted.

This time, he ignored the rules and ran out secretly, only to guess that those children of the family were probably those people under the Tiantai Peak yesterday, and wanted to see if the person who shot the arrow yesterday would come out.

The scholar shook the folding fan lightly, the fan blocked most of his face, revealing a pair of beautiful jade-like eyes, and then thought that it was seamless, and swaggered in the direction of Meifu.

As I walked down an alley, I paused and turned to look to the left.

At the other end of the alleyway, a woman with a face as cold as jade, dressed in white and holding a sword, walked slowly. Behind him is a green shirt and white hair, carrying a broad sword.

Wang Anfeng's footsteps stopped.

The long street in front of me is wide, but for some reason it is sparsely populated, and as far as the eye can see, only a woman walks slowly.

The long hair was scattered behind him, and the five fingers of his right hand were wrapped around the golden lock and jade rope.

Black clothes and black hair, only the skin is as white as frost and snow.

A pair of bare feet, stepping on the bluestone, not stained by the world.

Negative sword in the back.

At this time, it was about five o'clock in the hour, it was already late spring, the sun was in the sky, the sun was scattered all over the body, a piece of clarity, except where she stood, the sky and the earth seemed to be as deep as ink.

The golden rope and jade lock wrapped around his fingers shook slightly.

The woman Fuchen lifted up and put it on her arm, and her eyes were only on Wang Anfeng's body.

"You're finally here."

ps: Today's first update is presented............