"The smoke cage is cold and the moon is long, and the night is close to the restaurant in Qinhuai; The merchant girl doesn't know the hatred of the country, and she still sings * flowers across the river. ”

This is a song by Du Mu in the Tang Dynasty "Bo Qinhuai", I believe you have already been catchy, and you also have a yearning for Jinling Qinhuai, which was popular with literati and ink writers in ancient times.

But don't blame me for being honest, your so-called yearning is not only those "pear blossoms like snow grass and smoke, spring on both sides of the Qinhuai River", but also the yearning for "a makeup building near the water, and the pink shadow of every house shines on Chanjuan".

Haha, let's get down to business, let's describe this gentle place that makes many people swoon, drunk and dreaming of death.

Of course, I still won't take the normal route, the Qinhuai River here is naturally a little different from the Qinhuai River in ancient times.

Let's start with Baidu, the Qinhuai River, a tributary of the right bank of the lower reaches of the Yangtze River in China. In ancient times, it was called Longzangpu, and it was called Huaishui in the Han Dynasty, and it was renamed Qinhuai after the Tang Dynasty. The Qinhuai River has two sources in the north and south, the north source Jurong River originates from the southern foot of Baohua Mountain in Jurong City, the south source Lishui River originates in Donglu Mountain, Lishui District, Nanjing City, the two rivers converge into the main stream of the Qinhuai River in the northwest village of Fangshandai, Jiangning District, Nanjing City, bypassing Fangshan to the northwest to the outer city gate Shangfang Gate flows into Nanjing City from Dongshuiguan, traverses the urban area from east to west, and flows out from Xishuiguan in the south and flows into the Yangtze River. Most of the Qinhuai River is in the territory of Nanjing, is the largest regional river in Nanjing, historically, its navigation, irrigation role, gave birth to the ancient civilization of Nanjing, known as the mother river of Nanjing, the history is very famous, known as "China's first historical and cultural river".

And this famous cultural river, in our world, is naturally not endowed with those benefits of human beings, it is just a river, a river called Qinhuai, although there is the Qinhuai River delicate, gorgeous and foggy, but it is not so profound.

What's more, this Qinhuai River is not a river lying on the ground, but like a jade girl ring, slowly flowing between pavilions and pavilions, or jumping on the top of the eaves, or lying under the stone steps, the water flows in the air but not scattered, flowing endlessly but without roots and no source.

Okay, I feel like I've done it again, so I'll be blunt.

This is a world in the fantasy world of words, a fantasy world, so the characters and landscapes here cannot be measured by our human eyes. Of course, my fantasy is limited, and some descriptions are naturally very far-fetched, so you can barely watch it.

Where the Qinhuai River flows, there is a pavilion, called Yunyu Pavilion. Listening to this name, you must have also realized that this is what we commonly call the Qinglou.

The building of Yunyu Pavilion is no different from the pavilions and pavilions of the general ancient times, vermilion lacquer red tiles, dragon and phoenix cornices, even the decoration inside, is also extremely luxurious, Yunding sandalwood, crystal jade, pearl curtain, agarwood broad, put yourself in, intuition a warm and warm, refreshing people's hearts.

Gentle Township, naturally is a place for passers-by to stay, Yin Shang scattered gold, so everything here is surrounded by a strong wind of soft collapse and malaise.

After this bright and green, drunk and golden, there are several independent pavilions, these pavilions do not have the extravagance of the front yard pavilions, just the same color of blue bricks and wooden beams, a row of small wooden houses stand side by side, compared with the hustle and bustle of the front yard pavilions, the houses here are more quiet and silent.

In a small room at the far east, a woman in a colorful short dress is lying on a couch. Her top is made of cotton yarn, the seven-colored rainbow runs from the shoulders and neck to the waist and abdomen, and the lower body is a pair of plain knee-length shorts, which looks so incongruous.

The woman's eyes were slightly closed, her cheeks were pink, and her fair complexion faintly revealed a transparent ruddy feeling, which was the cardamom years.

It's just that, too, it is very incongruous, on the woman's right cheek, there is a black mark shaped like a slap, which occupies almost half of the cheek.

Although this black mark is so abrupt, the girl's delicate facial features are still difficult to hide.

Her long eyelashes, covering her eyes, were trembling slightly.

Finally, the girl's eyes slowly opened. Her eyes, light and flowing, had an indescribable sense of elfism.

Okay, I won't learn Master Zhou's chatter, I think you also know that this woman is our protagonist Xiang Ling.

Xiang Ling was deeply shocked for a while because he saw Chen Yi being killed in front of him, and the radio waves in his brain were disturbed, touching the radiation matrix in the deep layer of the brain, forming a super electromagnetic field in the cave, opening the entrance to the illusory world, but because of his emotion, he couldn't position clearly, and instead of returning to the martial arts world according to the predetermined route, he fell into the fantasy continent.

At this time, she was unaware of what was happening. The first thing she felt when she opened her eyes was that she had been rescued.

It's just that, looking around, she feels that the place she is in is very strange, the wooden bed, all kinds of tents, and the things and furnishings that exude the original ecology everywhere, which makes her suspicious.

However, because Xiang Ling has been fond of ancient things since she was a child, and has also been to many places where ancient buildings are well preserved, her initial idea was that she went to an ancient town or something.

It wasn't until she went barefoot and walked to the window to look at the railing that she suddenly realized that things were far from being as simple as she thought.

Outside the window, there are many pavilions and pavilions, and those eaves and glass, pearl and jade tents, are everywhere.

Xiang Ling was stunned for a moment.

In her impression, even if the buildings in the ancient town were intact, they would have been dusty for many years, and the color of the outer surface of the buildings would never be as bright as what she saw.

What's more, Xiang Ling found that outside the window, there was a white ribbon like smoke floating up and down, she unconsciously stretched out her hand, and found that her palm was invaded by a burst of coolness.

Looking down, Xiang Ling was surprised to find that his palm had been soaked.

So, it turned out to be water, no, to be exact, it turned out to be a river?

A river, actually floating in the air?

Such a strange phenomenon made Xiang Ling suddenly feel that his whole person was illusory.

It's an illusion, it must be an illusion! She shook her head, closed her eyes, and focused again, only to find that the scene in front of her was still the same.

No, that must be a dream, yes, it must be!

Talking to himself, Xiang Ling turned around and quickly walked to his bed, then climbed into bed neatly and fell asleep.

Sleep again, wake up, and everything is normal.

Xiang Ling muttered to herself, and her thoughts began to blur again, and soon, she fell into a deep sleep.

"Ling'er, Ling'er!"

In my ears, it seemed that someone was calling someone.

"Ling'er, Ling'er----" The soft call continued.

Xiang Ling turned a deaf ear, but why did the voice seem to be getting closer and closer?

"Dead girl, get up!"

This time, the voice was completely devoid of Fang Cai's gentleness, and more contained a thick reprimand.

Xiang Ling felt that she couldn't deceive herself, so she opened her eyes sharply and sat up from the bed.

"Oh mom, I'm scared to death!"

In my ears, there was a burst of old voices.

With this tone, Xiang Ling subconsciously gave birth to a sense of disgust. Following the voice, sure enough, there was a middle-aged and elderly woman standing next to the bed.

The woman, with a strong figure, was tightly wrapped in a satin robe inlaid with gold and silver, and because it was so tight, even every fat on her body was clearly revealed.

The woman had a mouthful of flaming red lips and shouted at Xiang Ling, "Dead girl, you've slept for a day, don't play dead for me here, go to work!" The old lady didn't let you be a young lady when she rescued you. ”

After spitting and saying this, the woman turned her head and said a few more words to a short man beside her, and then disappeared into the room with her fat waist twisted in an instant.

Xiang Ling was in a daze for a while, not knowing what was going on, until she saw the short, lean man standing by the bed.

"What kind of place is this!"

Although Xiang Ling didn't want to ask this, she felt that she was now like the protagonist of those time-traveling texts, and the first thing she said after waking up was always: "What kind of place is this?" ”

However, at this moment, she found that this sentence was really important.

"Ling'er, what's wrong with you, this is Yunyu Pavilion!" The man beside the bed saw that Xiang Ling was asking seriously, and he was a little flustered.

"Cloud Rain Pavilion?" Xiang Ling muttered to herself, subconsciously, she felt that the name was awkward.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" The man saw Xiang Ling frowning, as if he hadn't even heard the three words Yunyu Pavilion, and his hands rubbed uneasily.

"I, my head hurts, can you explain to me, what is this place? Also, who am I? Although Xiang Ling is still not sure whether all this she is facing is real, whether it is illusory or realistic, she must figure out the situation before she can prescribe the right medicine, of course she can't rely on the fierce woman just now, and at present, she can only turn to this man who seems to be a little honest.

The man looked at Xiang Ling in a daze, seeing that she was looking at himself with a longing gaze, although he didn't know why, he still honestly began to answer Xiang Ling's question.

"This is Yunyu Pavilion, it is the most famous fireworks place in the capital of Aris, your name is Ling'er, when you were six years old, there was a plague in your village, and the whole village basically died, and my mother saw that you still had a breath, so she took you out of the village, placed you here, and became a maid, you have been here for twelve years."

The land of fireworks? No wonder, I took such an unpleasant name, Yunyu, Yunyu, it's really the right time!

Xiang Ling complained about this naked name in his heart, and at the same time began to ponder what the man said.

The imperial capital of Aris? What's that? It sounds so much like the name in those fantasy novels.

Wait, something seems wrong!

Xiang Ling's heart suddenly sank.