There is a very spectacular building in the eighteen alleys, the building is three stories high, and a row of pomegranate trees are planted at the entrance, which are now in full bloom, and the fiery red flowers are dotted among the green branches and leaves, which is very eye-catching.

At the head of the door is a beautiful hanging flower door, carved with pomegranate flowers, which is said to be an old object from hundreds of years ago, and it is very valuable.

There is a very simple plaque hanging on the layers of carvings, this plaque is also very famous, a few decades ago there was a wandering poet to live in Shengjing, and then there was no money to live in this green and red place, relying on the daily painting and writing poems for the girls to live, this plaque is the word he personally inscribed: Nu Hong Xiaolou.

This wandering poet has a particularly resounding name - Li Yi'an.

No matter how many romantic debts there are, just talking about the slave red building, it has been passed down here for hundreds of years, and it is really incredible that a green building can exist for so long. No matter how many new ones have opened or how many have collapsed in these eighteen alleys, there has been no change here, and although there will be times of recession, it can survive, and regardless of its nature, it is also a business case worthy of careful study by contemporary economists.

To say that in recent years, the girl with the most drawing books and the most rumors is the girl in this slave red building.

However, in the twenty-eighth year, she was born very beautiful, and her talent is also one of the best, and the most commendable thing is that this girl is very powerful and knowledgeable.

People who have seen her will say: Longyu fell in the swamp, but she sighed for her talent.

The so-called three people become tigers, the more widely the original words are spread, the more distorted they are, and the whole world can be said to do their best for this daughter of the wind and dust in Shengjing.

Who would have thought that this is just an unfortunate woman with a story that makes people cry.

No matter how beautiful and stunning its appearance is, it will not be a heavenly immortal, and its talent may come from a declining family, and its strength and insight represent a buried experience.

Ignoring all this, just the bird sent by Wei Shaoguang to deliver the letter flew for more than a day, and finally landed in a room with a pomegranate red veil.

"Chirp" chirped a few times, and then there was a "snap" sound, and the sword was sheathed.

A pair of bony hands reached over and took the creed from the bird's leg, and with a wave of his hand, the bird flew away.

Outside the window, an old pomegranate tree is planted, with lush branches and strong trunks, and the years have left many traces, making people want to stand under the tree and count its scars.

There were a lot of garnet-red curtains hung in the room, some of them were made of gauze and some of them were made of muslin, and they all hung down on the ground, and the wind coming in from the window rendered the room like a labyrinth, and it was impossible to see the furnishings and the figures clearly, and even the sound could not be heard clearly.

In the gap between the wind, occasionally some low laughter spread out and scattered in the wind, like an adventure in the ghost chronicles.

The fragrance of flowers is like silk across the cheeks, and the heart is nostalgic, comfortable and soft, inviting people to sink.

This is indeed a place that can attract countless literati to show off their pen and ink, and throughout the ages, this is the only way to be romantic.

Jiangdong County, Huairou City.

The May sun is already scorching, and when you go out at noon, you will sweat profusely if you are not careful.

The streets were sparsely populated, the flags of the liquor stores hung half-dead, and the willow trees on the banks of the river outside the city blew countless catkins into the city, and every breath was in danger of suffocation.

This annoying catkins.

Shaking the light closed the open window, she wanted to go to sleep in the dreary afternoon.

It's been three days, and Xiahou Ming and Ji Tao are busy with their tasks outside every day, and she stays in Lizheng Yuan to be in charge of reading and hiding.

He Yongzhi knocked on the door of the barge garden with a letter, and when he was put in, he received an invitation.

It is the gathering of Seifusha this month.

It was set at fifteen.

Want to see the full moon?

She accepted the letter, said that she had worked hard, and sent He Yongzhi away.

Before I walked back to the bedroom, I saw a snow-white crane in the yard at some point.

Snow-white cranes!

Crane!

Wei Shaoguang's chaotic sleepiness was lost in an instant, and without thinking about it, he rushed out of the small building, ran to the courtyard, and approached the white crane that was drinking with his head down.

The crane is very beautiful, with a long foot and a curved neck, dry feathers, and a red crest that is a little fiery red.

Shaking Light restrained his anger and squatted aside to look at the uninvited white crane.

Perhaps it was a good idea to drink enough water, the white crane stretched its wings, revealing the letter tied under the wings, and shook its eyes.

The white crane spread its wings, and its two swarthy eyes looked at Wei Shaoguang.

"Are you asking me to take down this letter?"

Shaoguang felt that the white crane seemed to be talking, and couldn't help but ask.

The white crane roared loudly, and shook the light in fright and raised his index finger, "Shhhh Be quiet, okay? ”

Carefully removing the letter tied under the wings, Wei Shaoguang looked at the white crane, she thought she would fly away, but she didn't expect this one to leave, and perched idly by the stream, as if there was no one around.

Wei Shaoguang carefully pondered the meaning of the bird for a moment.

Is this to make a home here?

Don't mind.

My temple is small, I can't stew, no, I can't squat on your big Buddha.

Shake the light and support the forehead, sorrow.

Sitting on the grass, Wei Shaoguang unfolded the letter.

There are only a few sentences in the letter, and every sentence is incisive.

"The name of this crane is called Yuebai, and it is also my rank of grass knot ring, and all the future exchanges are tied to Yuebai, and I hope to settle it."

Shake the light and shook the letter paper, "tsk" twice in her mouth, and then looked back at the leisurely white crane behind her, she really felt that this world was very mysterious.

Just give someone a white crane casually, the reason is to make it easier for you to communicate with me.

Big guy, really big guy.

Jokes are jokes, Shaoguang still likes this white crane very much, to be precise, she was born with no resistance to birds, from the bottom of her heart are love and closeness, besides, on weekdays, she uses to send letters are pigeons and birds that are good at long-distance flight, the danger of being robbed is very great, with such a white crane is really safe.

"Are you called Yuebai" Wei Shaoguang turned around and spoke to Bai He in a friendly manner, Yuebai flapped his wings, and his smooth neck was raised, looking very happy.

"Yuebai, you will live with me in the future, my name is Wei Shaoguang, please give me a lot of advice." Wei Shaoguang introduced himself to Yuebai in a whisper, and reached out to touch Yuebai's little head.

Yuebai chirped happily a few times, and his voice was loud and beautiful.

Although Wei Shaoguang was happy to have a beautiful white crane, he began to worry about how to feed it.

Unlike the pigeons and birds she used to raise, she just used some special herbs.

Why didn't Jiang Seventeen send an explanation, it's really embarrassing.

After thinking for a while, Wei Shaoguang decided to go to He Yongzhi to try, he is Jiang Seventeen's person, maybe he knows something.

The actionist Wei Shaoguang immediately stood up, "Yuebai, you stay here, I'll go out for a while." ”

Yuebai raised her wings slightly, in response, and walked to the front yard with the sun on her head, and finally found He Yongzhi in the account room.

"Yongzhi!"

"Childe."

He Yongzhi was originally checking the accounts of several shops outside the mansion this month, but when he heard Wei Shaoguang's voice, he subconsciously looked up, and after seeing that it was Wei Shaoguang, he immediately stood up and saluted Wei Shaoguang.

"No need to be polite, you're not busy right now, I want to ask you for help with something."

Wei Shaoguang walked in, took out the folding fan on his waist, and vigorously fanned himself a few times.

It's really hot.

"Childe, please say, I'm not busy at this time."

Wei Shaoguang glanced at the table next to him, and said with a smile, "Look, this is not busy." Let's go to my yard first, just a little thing, just relax. ”

"Yes."

He Yongzhi put away the account books and followed Wei Shaoguang to Barge Garden.