a)

The north of the desert is full of wind and sand.

The sky is like a cover, the yellow sand is thousands of miles, the sparse and fallen poplar trees, the branches are strong.

The light moves and the shadow moves, and the one-foot-square host screen in the small building can see the red dust of the world.

His fingers suddenly slowly caressed the light and shadow. The vague outline of Dingyuan Pass emerged in a corner, and the sunset banner at the head of the city, the heavy shadow, stretched for a long time.

He has never regarded himself as a god, so he longs for the joys and sorrows of the turbid world on the other side of the screen.

He wanted to know why the ancients were willing to promise a thousand gold, and why men were light for righteousness. I want to know why for thousands of years for an unfulfilled dream, there is always like a fool who dies without regrets.

Now he understands that there is a great righteousness between heaven and earth after all, and it will turn into a west wind and a light chrysanthemum.

There is still a sky farther away from the sky, and a mountain is higher than a mountain, but the man in his life will never be better than that man.

If you see that person again, be honest with each other.

He was going to tell him who he really was. Tell him that the energetic festival of the fresh car and the angry horse is fake, and the energetic festival of forgetting his body for the country is also fake, and even the energetic festival that respects him and protects him and is willing to die for him is also fake.

He is just the most selfish and useless man in the world who is tired of running for a small graduation thesis.

I still remember that the man in Dingyuan Pass was ordered to be executed, and he hid a sword in his sleeve, so firmly against his heart.

He couldn't hold back the fear in his heart, for fear that the man would stab down like that, and from then on, the yellow spring would fall and be insignificant, so that he would never find it again.

Dongli, Dongli, if there is a strong festival in this world, although he may not be full of desire to serve the country and the people, but he only wants to drink wine and watch the moon with you, and he is relatively forgetful - you, do you still want him?

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There was a loud bang, from the first person in Xiaolou who must not provoke the character, Zhang Minxin's classmate.

"Really! I spent a long time salivating to persuade him, for the sake of that Lu Dongli, this bastard actually dropped a sentence that I would sin if I didn't do it in the sky! I'm! I'm! ”

The capital of Yan Kingdom, a small tea stall next to the post road in the suburbs. It was noon, and the guests were doing a prosperous business, so Qinggu didn't pay attention, and "Brother Rong", who was resting in the corner, suddenly squirted half a sip of tea.

How long has it been, haven't you forgotten? Sure enough, girls are stingy and willful creatures, thinking comfortably, Xiao Rong looked at Qinggu's busy back, and sighed that God would not stop him after all.

After a pause, swallowing the herbal tea in his mouth, Xiao Rong smiled, tentatively, and said softly to Min Xin, who was trapped in the main computer in the small building: "I thought you would be happy." ”

The other one immediately erupted, "Happy head! Can I be happy if he is going to die? ”

Xiao Rong nodded with satisfaction, "Min Xin-Tanmei is boundless, turning back, you have finally changed your ways, I will definitely tell you about Jinjie." ”

Xiao Lou's communication was silent. Three seconds later, the sound of slapping the table and stool disappeared into Xiao Rong's ears accompanied by the scream of "Feng Jinjie, bastard". The latter, who has always been pampered and not shocked, can't help but feel a little joyful.

After all...... One sentence can block Min Xin's speechlessness, and it is worth a lot of disclosure.

So, Zhang Minxin finally forgot that she was going to tell Xiao Rong about it-

That is, the wind is strong, sick.

Actually, it's not a big deal, it's just a fever. However, the people in the small building have always come to the mortal world to understand the world, so with the protection of the main computer, their bodies will not easily be contaminated with ordinary people's minor illnesses and disasters.

Therefore, at that time, the wind was lying on the back of the galloping horse, feeling that the mouth was dry and the body was hot, and I couldn't help but be quite surprised, and after a while, the body began to heat up and chill, and the head hurt, as if a few nails were driven into the temple, and gradually the road in front of me was blurred, and the light of the sunset ** shone on the river around me, swaying and dazzling.

At this time, Zhao Chen, who was communicating with him, whispered to him a series of instructions "Closer, closer, closer", Feng Jinjie tried his best to look up, thinking about why Lu Dongli came to this Meijiang area, and suddenly a cool breeze brought rain, pouring from the green night.

Zhao Chen saw the wind suddenly falling from the horse in front of the screen, and the whole person seemed to faint and fell all the way down from the wild grass on the river embankment, and screamed in fright.

He straightened up from his seat and slapped the monitor in vain with one hand, "Jinjie! Jinjie?? Ahh Min Xin is coming~~~ The festival is not good! Yikes! Jinjie! If you're not dead, you'll make a sound! ”

The witch Zhang Minxin was sitting three meters away from Zhao Chen with a blue face, and the drink cup in her hand squeaked.

Failure to reach it is the truth of eternity.

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The wind festival was originally burning badly, but at this time, the wind and rain were beaten, and suddenly his eyes were dizzy, and the sky was spinning, and the person had fallen off the horse. He is quite a strong person, these days he is anxious to find Lu Dongli, even if he is a little unwell, he can barely suppress the hurry, at this time his hands and feet are weak, and he hit and bumped on the road a few times, and he actually rolled down the river embankment and fell heavily in a weed mud.

The white horse on the road was the only one left on the road, and it spun around where he had fallen, neighing in a low voice.

It was the middle of the night, the river was tidal, and a wave fell on the groggy man, he shivered, only to wake up leisurely, holding his messy hair, touching the bruises all over his face, listening to the night waves of the river, the sound of the water was vigorous, and he sighed slowly.

Across the dirt slope in front of him, the road he walked over was as far away as the moon on the horizon at this moment, Feng Jinjie gritted his teeth and jumped, his toes touched the embankment and immediately fell short to the ground, and the five fingers of his right hand were like hooks, inserted into the soil on the embankment, so that although he was weak and weak, he could not jump to the top, but finally stabilized his figure.

As far as the eye could see, his vision flickered and dimmed, and he held back the feeling of disgust and vomiting that surged up in his chest, slowly stretched out his left hand, groped for the top of his head, and suddenly his palm was cold, and something had hooked him.

Looking up, the vague silhouette of the night struggled out of his blackened eyes, the night wind was so strong that the man's robe was hunting, and the man who leaned over the river bank and held one of his hands was silent, but spit out short, hoarse syllables in his throat, and his face could not be seen in the backlight.

The white-clothed man who was soaked all over his body hung on the river embankment, his mind was at a loss, his left hand tightened, and he only felt the touch of the hand in his palm cold and jagged, but it was indeed a man's palm......

Feng Jinjie let out an "ah", and the person above his head also said "um", as if he was shocked.

In the small building, Zhang Minxin and Zhao Chen were crowded in front of the host, holding their breath, looking at the life-and-death reunion of these two people who should be described as "no coincidence is not a book", suddenly the indicator light with the name of Feng Jinjie written on the screen dimmed and turned on, and the person fainted directly.

(b)

It turned out that Feng Jinjie was lucky this time, and when he woke up again, it was already a brocade quilt show, a snow silk yarn lamp painted with fine ladies on the rosewood table at the bedside, and the body was lightly sweaty, so it was not so uncomfortable.

He sat up halfway with the quilt in his arms, and the person who saved him sat on the side of the bed with a gold tea bowl.

I have looked forward to how many bumpy days on horseback, how many sleepless nights I have looked forward to, at this moment, it is like seeing each other in a different world, and it is so unexpected.

Feng Jinjie stared at Lu Dongli, his heart was cold and hot for a while, every time he saw him on the screen of the small landlord or the figure of Mu Ran being humiliated or curled up on the corner of the street, he wanted to see him and was afraid to see him, at this time, Lu Dongli and what he wanted and feared in his heart were already very different.

Still can't see, still can't speak, endure years of torture, people have lost a lot, and the description is quite pale, but the light green shirt is neat and clean, and the eyebrows have lost the difficult color of worrying day and night in the past, but shows a bit of scholarly arrogance, and the wind is Qinghua, which is better than the beginning.

Although Lu Dongli had no focus, his eyes were as clear as before, half sideways, he smiled slightly, and handed Zhang Baixuan to him in one hand.

The lines of grass on the paper are as beautiful as ever.

[Inconvenient tongue, with a pen to speak, I hope your Excellency is not to blame.] ]

Feng Jinjie silently looked at the good word, and was speechless for a long time. In the autumn night of the bamboo curtain screen room, it seems that there is a cold wind soaking people's muscles and bones, making his heart tremble.

In this world, there is no one who cannot live without him-

Vaguely, it seemed that Min Xin's noisy voice exploded in his ears, so he closed his mouth and swallowed the word Dongli gently.

Humanity is close to home, he is closer to people is even more timid, Shengsheng changed his words, and asked with a smile: "Where is this?" ”

Lu Dongli wrote the words "Meijiang Dyeing Spring Hall" on the paper.

Meijiang River is the lower reaches of the largest river in Zhao country, a section of about more than ten miles, the river level is gentle, the scenery on both sides of the river is the most prosperous, and because it is full of fat powder fireworks, it is famous. There is no need to say what Dye Chun Tang is. When Feng Jinjie was still in Zhao Guo as his free businessman, he had a lot of old knowledge here.

The fire trees and silver flowers outside the green screen window, the nightless landscape of a group of cars like flowing water and horses swimming like dragons, the vermilion lacquer painting boats on the river shuttle endlessly, faintly full of laughter and joy, clothes and sideburns, I am afraid that the blood of heroes for 20 years has flowed here, and it has turned into a river of spring water.

Feng Jinjie reached out and grabbed the teacup on the table, looked at the bowl full of amber wine, raised his head and drank it, Lu Dongli beside him was taken aback, hurriedly grabbed his wrist, covered the teabowl with one hand, and shook his head.

The man in white on the couch didn't let go, but he took his hand and whispered, "It turns out that you poured this wine, but you didn't let me drink it." ”

His voice was low and soft, very good, but when this headless sentence came out, it was doubly depressing. Those who listened to him couldn't help but be stunned.

Feng Jinjie looked at the green-shirted scholar next to him, and laughed at himself for being stingy and boring, just because he gave up everything for him to destroy the original body of the paper and enter the WTO, but now he can't even look at his slightly better situation.

This thought flashed in his mind, and he immediately felt that he was out of shape, and immediately smiled dumbly, let go of his hand and leaned back.

When he is playing the world, he can do his best every day, he can indulge in the world and the world, and he can not worry about everything.

Closing his eyes slightly, he shook off the impact of the first sight, and only then did he pick up his original thoughts one by one.

Now that King Rui has ascended the throne as the emperor, Lu Dongxi's whereabouts have been leaked to Dongjue Su Ling, about why he is in the Qinglou, why he lives like this, and what kind of state of mind he is in now-waiting to cure his blindness and aphasia, he must understand it well, and don't let him calculate it again.

Thinking like this, he suddenly felt that his palms were cold and wet, and Lu Dongli was holding a silk handkerchief dipped in wine and wiping his arms carefully.

Feng Jinjie looked down at himself, the muddy white clothes soaked with water had long since disappeared, the other party's wet handkerchief wiped his elbows and shoulder sockets, and he seemed to be embarrassed to continue downward, he sniffed the intoxicated flower aroma of a bed of brocade mixed with a faint aroma of wine, thinking that he had taken care of Lu Dongli for half the night.

The scholar's cold fingers gently brushed his chest, and tried his forehead, the owner of this body had led three hundred horsemen to fight against the army of Chen Guo in the previous life because he wanted to cut off the queen for him, and he was covered in a bloody battle. He once survived a hundred military sticks because he wanted to correct his military might, and new marks were added to the old wounds. once waited for his death in the execution ground, and endured the pain of a sword and nine swords.

It's a pity that now the texture and skin under Lu Dongliang's fingers are still smooth and intact, and there is no trace of the past.

Feng Jinjie just opened his mouth, wanting to tell him to rest and not have to worry about himself, suddenly he heard the door open, the eyes full of peonies sprinkled with snow satin red silk, listening to the ringing in his ears, a beautiful woman came over on the side of the bamboo curtain.

In the past two years, the jade bones and ice muscles are beautiful and the temples are beautiful, and the pale green bandeau is so low that the wind is like someone who can't help but reach out and pull his wide open clothes.

The beautiful daughter walked to the side of the bed, put one hand unceremoniously on Lu Dong's shoulder, stared intently at Feng Jinjie, stretched out a finger like a shallot, pointed at his nose, and said with a smile: "Take the rules." ”

Hearing the word rules, Feng Jinjie didn't catch his breath for half a breath, and coughed sharply. He looked at Lu Dongxuan's dazed face beside him, and felt that he was really sad and sick, and couldn't stand the alluring appearance of the country and the city in front of him, "When did you Dye Chuntang learn to slander people?" ”

The woman smiled so much that her eyebrows and apricot eyes were flat, "Have you ever seen a Qinglou who lit a red candle and entered the show room and took off her clothes to treat you in the middle of the night and didn't want money?" ”

The sage surnamed Feng wanted to say that the person who took off his clothes was me, and the person who took care of me was Lu Dongli and the beauty, it doesn't matter, but after all, he still couldn't help but didn't speak, but unfortunately the other party didn't accept his affection, but just leisurely dipped his nails painted with red kodan in wine, and added a few more words.

"This is my first overnight stay, and you've drunk our daughter's red for twenty years. The money is going to be doubled. ”

At that moment, there was only one thought in Feng Jinjie's mind-

Actually, you are Zhang Minxin!

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Author's Note:

The four gentlemen of the small building, love the Jinjie alone.

When I first saw it, it was the free and easy attitude of sparse and good wine, incurable inspection, calling friends and companions, entertaining in the landscape, solemn and unscrupulous, standing on the ground and giving birth to spring, which made people happy. And the magnanimity of smiling at the world and looking down at the wind and clouds is heartbreaking. The desert wind and sand, dressed in white, chased the sigh of the ancients who "were full of clothes and snow".

laughing at the drama official, making friends with the East Fence; The market is full of courts, and it is widely accepted; ruined the family to relieve the difficulties, abandoned the business and followed the army; The battlefield is swaying, and one is a hundred. A glass of wine is invited, a prince of dung; The waves are big, and the style of celebrities and gentlemen; Commanding the three armies, sharing weal and woe; lead the neck to be killed, and regard death as life.

Thinking of the abundance of the king, thinking of the gentleman's spirit, although there are many men in the world, how many people are as elegant as you? The bright moon shines far away, the life and death alliance in the city, and the life of a confidant is already dead, from now on, the flying and frightened are all one person, brave and affectionate, really admirable.

After reading Xiaolou, I felt a lot of emotion, so YY became a fancy article to express my heart.

(c)

"Why are you mad on someone else's roof? Get me down! ”

It's noon, and the one shouting in the house is the musician of Dye Chuntang, whose art name is to make jade, and three days ago she left the innocent yellow flower daughter who was the first overnight guest on the Fengjin Festival.

At that time, Feng Jinjie was sitting cross-legged on the roof and blowing xiao. Seven holes of bamboo flute, a wisp of clear sound, up to the sky to listen.

In fact, he didn't mean anything special, he just wanted to look at Lu Donglian, who was standing downstairs for a long time, not moving, just indifferently looking at the spring river in a city, several small bridges, and looking at the flower boats and frolicking tourists on the river. He sat on the roof and watched him, and after a long time, he was a little distracted, and the hole in his hand was off his lips, and he heard someone shouting loudly in the house.

He floated down on the terrace and asked with a casual smile, "What's the matter, your business is not good?" ”

Lang Yu really wants to slap the mouth of the Wind Festival to teach him a lesson, but as the saying goes, it is difficult to hit a smiling person with a smiling face, let alone a Feng Jin Festival with a happy face.

The young man was independent of the building, full of sleeves in the autumn wind, dressed in a snow-white suit, with black eyebrows and bright eyes, raising his eyebrows and showing his face, like the scorching sun in the blue sky. makes people feel that even if there are thousands of people in front of them, their eyes are only willing to look at him.

It's a pity that this kind of realization will definitely not make Miss Langyu happy at the moment, especially when she sees Feng Jinjie entering the room through the window, scooping up the wine jug in the room, and obviously planning to add a bastard sentence like "allow me to pay on credit".

However, the girl's pair of soft wattles still fell on each other's shoulders with the friendship of the landlord, half vicious, half gloomy.

"If you are just sick, drink less and blow less wind, so as not to worry about Mr. Feng for you again."

"Well, it turns out that his surname is Feng."

The man promised in his mouth, but he still poured the wine down like flowing water, and the jade pot was empty and unfinished.

Lang Yu's heart naturally became angry, she could see that this person knew Mr. Feng, and she also understood that this person didn't care if she could see this. In fact, since the scholar who was gentle and cold, and indifferent to everything, held this person's hand and was stunned all night, she knew that this man in white must not be simple.

With the sound of a hand slapping the table, Feng Jinjie almost thought that the witch of Xiaolou was going crazy again, and he calmed down, only to see Lang Yu frowning and pursing his mouth, standing in front of him with his arms crossed, with an extremely serious expression.

Feng Jinjie smiled, he has been reincarnated in the world for several lifetimes, and he has not given people the impression of being in the wind and bones in that life, but it is a pity that even though he lingered in the fireworks Qinglou, he has never enjoyed the gentle and glamorous blessings of the spring breeze once.

He just liked this place of indulgence and indulgence. The eyes are full of warblers, red scarves and green sleeves, and you can see all the good flowers. Even if there are not enough human feelings and countless blood and tears, after all, it is a true temperament in the world, whether it is stupid or bitter or love or hate. Everyone else said that fireworks were bitter, but he preferred those women who laughed and laughed unscrupulously and threw all kinds of strange feelings, which were much happier and more wanton than the virtuous and virtuous ladies of his friend's family.

Thinking of Su Wanzhen, he was as chic and crazy as he was also bitter, so he turned his head and put aside this thought, and smiled at Lang Yu: "Don't stare at me, now that I am sick and have a lot of strength, be careful to eat you next time." ”

Lang Yu snorted and sat down across from him, "Don't tell me these rumors, tell you, in our line of work, you have heard a lot more rice than you have eaten on the road you have walked." ”

Feng Jinjie laughed, held the scattered black hair on his forehead with one hand, squinted his eyes and said, "Yes, I have eyes and don't know Taishan." Miss Jade, what do you command? ”

He watched the color change on the girl's face, those questions almost rushed out of his mouth several times, and finally pressed it down, and the jade seemed to have figured out something, his face was slightly pale, he leaned back, and said generously: "It's nothing, I think that tomorrow the annual boat race here in Meijiang will start, do you want to go and see the excitement?" ”

"Ah...... Sure enough, it's almost the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it's just the right time. ”

"At that time, the top two sisters of these Qinglou Orchestra on both sides of the Meijiang River will perform on stage, and celebrities from Beijing will also come here...... It's quite lively. This year, I invited the best troupe to come, I want Mr. Lavon to listen to it, do you want to accompany him? Speaking of this, Lang Yu paused, stared at Feng Jinjie and said, "Mr. Feng has a weak temperament, and he knows how to look at the water, the flowers and the boat day by day, I can't figure out what the idea is in the stomach of this talented man, but I'm afraid that something will go wrong with him." ”

Feng Jinjie couldn't help but be dumbfounded when he heard the word "talent", remembering that Lu Dongli used to have a wife to look at his wife and not a wife in the women's pile in the past, and he laughed so much that he slapped his palms on his knees, trembling all over, "Okay, okay, I promise you, the two of us will accompany Mr. Feng and Feng Dacai to listen to the play." ”

Lang Yu let out a sigh, her mind was also quite exquisite, and now she was sure that the Yingting man in front of her who had brought her and Mr. Feng back as a chicken in the soup was indeed very related to the scholar, and she was not in a hurry to ask again.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps on the stairs, and it was Lu Dongli who had returned. Lang Yu glanced at Feng Jinjie and hurriedly greeted him.

Feng Jinjie still sat firmly at the table of the Eight Immortals of Rosewood and poured himself a drink, but his eyes were as bright as black morning stars as crow's wings, and he never left him for half a cent since he entered the door.

He has indeed lost a lot of weight, his wide robe and big sleeves are wrapped around a somewhat neat body, and there is a lot of haggard color between his eyebrows, and his soft black hair is scattered, but it is longer than his waist. However, between gestures, he is calm and calm, as if his mood is as clear as water, and he is not moved by external objects.

Is this still the Lu Dongli who is worried about the people's livelihood and can't sleep at night?

Unexpected and not unexpected, Feng Jinjie shook his head, he knew the man better than anyone else, understood his light and strong temperament, and finally raised his glass, dipped his lips, and drank it all.

In fact, he doesn't believe that there is no one in the world who can't live without him, but if he can keep the willows and flowers of his life, he should fly away, and from then on the end of the world.

After all, it is not only the Wind Festival that is good to him in the world, but it is not so important whether it is good for him or not.

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It's a pity that things in the world are always unsatisfactory, so that Feng Jinjie regretted it when he saw the script at first sight.

Lang Yu was still accompanying "Mr. Feng", who was still dressed in green clothes, to introduce him to the famous roles of the troupe one by one, and suddenly praised the martial artist who sang this scene, and praised how talented that person was, how outstanding his appearance, and how impeccable his kung fu was, Lu Dongli just smiled and nodded.

At this time, Feng Jinjie only closed his eyes, but when everything was gone, he took Lu Dongliang's hand, pulled him and Langyu directly, and went to the stage of "Farewell to Life and Death", which has been popular all over the Yangtze River and Jiangbei over the years.

This day is the first play of the famous Meijiang generation "Qingyun Class" in recent years, and it is of course the most popular legendary story in the past two years.

The stage is set up on a huge painting boat in the heart of the river, and the breeze is slow, which is refreshing. As soon as the big drama started, the colorful sound continued, and the audience's applause and shouts made the sand gulls playing in the water outside the boat startled.

When the performance reached the "slash", most of the people who listened to the play entered another realm, sweating through heavy clothes and holding their breath to watch the blood of the heroes on the stage shocking injustice.

Feng Jinjie was also sweaty and heavily dressed, but he didn't pay any attention to the stage, just looked at Lu Dongli openly and secretly.

The man didn't have a trace of pain or unhappiness, just listened quietly and laughed quietly, and when he was tired, he reached out and poured half a cup of plum wine and drank it slowly. In the background, Jinghu babbled, and the martial artist who pretended to be the unparalleled Feng general of Dingyuanguan came to the stage.

When the audience boarded up, it was like a thunderous applause, just for the appearance of the play, with eyebrows like sword eyes and stars, and a lot of heroism.

Lu Dongli smiled faintly and pulled Langyu's sleeve, his eyes saw that the stage was a red blur, and the figure flickered, so he made a gesture to make Yu explain for him.

This scene has always paid attention to the saying of "Wenlu martial arts" or "front wind and Hou Lu", it is said that the little student who sings Marshal Lu must have that kind of kung fu in his singing voice, and the joke of stroking the corpse after a while must have the ability to sing three sighs and pour the whole scene, and the martial artist who plays the general of the wind, although he also has to sing, the more important thing is that he is handsome and extraordinary, but most of the martial arts are in the first few folds, and when he arrives here, he will see that he is a small student.

But having said that, this unjust punishment drama is not as good as Wu Song's shop, after all, you still have to sing a few words, otherwise you are afraid of insulting the unparalleled demeanor of Dingyuan Guan Fengjinjie Wen Tao Wuluo.

The martial artist who pretended to be a strong festival applied white powder on his face, drew his eyebrows and painted his eyes, and his eyebrows were dotted with a touch of red rouge, which was to show the spirit of a great hero, such as iron, and his heart was like blood, and he had no regrets for the country and the king.

"Top Gun White Rainbow-"

Top Gun Bai Hongguan, abandoned business from Rong to Beiguan.

The sound of the Qiang flute drum horn is broken, and the remnant flag is frosty and cold.

The desert is thousands of miles away, and the books are in hand.

A glass of wine helps the hero to be brave, and a million people talk and laugh.

After singing, he shook his hair, suddenly opened his starry eyes, looked at him proudly, and read aloud Bai Dao, Dongli, you don't weep, avoid sorrow, the white silk hangs three feet high on the execution ground, and let this thief mess with the ministers, look at you and my Dan heart and blood-

This martial artist rarely has a pair of black and white, bright eyes like spring water, swept down, turned around the stage, and everyone was swaying, as if he was Lu Dongli who was executed in tears in Dingyuan Pass, the heroic man looked at himself, word by word, Dongliang, you don't cry, avoid grief, three feet of white silk on your head, look at my heart and blood.

In the play, life and death are separated, and there is a sad sound outside the play, for a while, how can anyone pay attention, in the crowd, there is finally a scholar in a light green shirt, covering his mouth with one hand, coughing his liver and intestines.

Feng Jinjie's heart was cold little by little, and he hated himself very much for a while, and now he didn't know each other, so he had to stretch out his hand to move Lu Dongliang's pale palm with a wisp of pale green blood, and shouted in his mouth: "Mr. Feng, what's wrong with you?" ”

Lang Yu was also panicked, and hurriedly poured water for him and beat his back, Lu Dongli changed his breath slightly, and when he looked up again, the corners of his mouth were still trembling, but he was surprisingly full of smiles.

Feng Jinjie's hand trembled and he grabbed one of the man's left hands.

He looked at Lu Dongliang, the man was holding his palm tightly with one hand, and his lips were smiling, and there was a wisp of happiness in his heart, but it didn't seem to be fake. Although he said that his conceit and Lu Dongli were closely related, he couldn't guess what that person was thinking in his heart at this time.

The scholar in the green shirt patted Tu Yu's shoulder, and suddenly said, "It's okay, let's continue to watch the play." ”

As soon as he spoke, the two people beside him were like lightning strikes, where could they care about any drama, and Lang Yu immediately blurted out: "Sir, you ......!" Can you speak? ”

Lu Dongli nodded, "I was originally frightened and speechless, but I coughed for a while, and suddenly I could make a sound." ”

The man in white beside him grabbed his skeletal left hand, slightly loosened his tense mind, and suddenly felt that his fingertips were slippery and warm, and when Feng Jinjie pulled out his hand, he clearly saw that his fingertips were dyed with a touch of scarlet color.

However, today's play, in the end, could not be sung, the wind on the stage was sung, the backstage door curtain was lifted, and the little student who was dressed as Lu Dongli was just about to take the stage, when suddenly there was a commotion on the river, and the sound of water was agitated, and a cadre rushed upstairs to the boat in a panic, and drove people out without saying anything.

At the beginning, Feng Jinjie frowned slightly, and was secretly wary in his heart, but he soon saw that this turmoil had nothing to do with Lu Dongli Bacheng, he remembered that person's illness in his heart, and immediately pulled him with one hand, and said in a low voice: "It's the official of the government, don't make trouble, let's go quickly." ”

Lu Dongli just nodded, took Tuoyu's hand, and stood up.

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After the errand servant, the prefect came in, and the middle-aged man wearing a full set of official mansions was like chaff, and he couldn't even stand on his feet. When he entered the door, he didn't say a word, and knelt down in front of a large number of overwhelmed actors on the stage.

When he knelt, the officials behind him looked at each other, and then they also knelt down, and the prefect was about to speak, but suddenly remembered that something was wrong, and shouted at the stage with a trembling: "Bastard!" This is Luwang Chitose! Don't kneel yet! ”

He shouted these words, and the people below still didn't know why, but the actors on the stage ate him and drank, and they knelt down one after another, and for a while, there was only one person standing in the hall.

The prefect fell to the ground and said in a trembling voice: "The lower officials don't know that Chitose is coming, welcome the late, and hope that Chitose will forgive his sins!" ”

I saw that the martial artist who was dressed as a strong festival stretched out his sleeves to wipe the oil paint on his face, but he first reached out to pick up the handsome little student who was closest to him and sang Lu Dongliang, and asked with a smile: "Am I singing well?" ”

That little student was more daring than the prefect, opened his mouth slightly, and finally said, "It's very good." ”

King Lu laughed, grabbed the play's shoulder, and whispered, "Okay, you can go with me!" Tonight, the two of us will 'get drunk and the moon will be drunk with you on the battlefield'! ”

(iv)

The trouble on the river was half an hour, and it turned out that Wusheng was the current brother of Zhao Guo, King Lu.

This person has a great reputation among the children of the royal family of Zhao State, but this is not his own credit, most of it is due to the blessing of his brother.

If he has any abilities, I'm afraid it won't sound good to say. This today's brother, the dignified prince of Da Zhao, is said to be fighting cocks and dogs all day long, raising plays, running horses and hunting, and even lingering in fireworks. Since he has done such a hurtful thing, it is not strange that because of his good skin, it is secretly called an embroidered pillow.

When the building was empty, King Lu took off his singing outfit, put on a goose-yellow brocade robe, washed his face with oil paint, and sat in the main hall, laughing with the prefect of Meijiang with low eyebrows. At this time, the small boats along the river also drove away from the officials. The young prince looked at the sunset slanting down from the flower window, unfolded the folding fan with thousands of peaks in his hand, and was silent.

His appearance is not like Feng Jinjie, with distant mountain eyebrows, Danfeng eyes, and a beautiful lip and nose line, faintly revealing the warmth and nobility of Tianhuang's nobility and pampering, which is quite commensurate with his status as a prince.

The news of the arrival of others in Meijiang soon spread across the strait. However, because King Lu wants to watch the boat race, the prefect only has a stack of people who support the money, and they go to the evening competition lively.

Feng Jinjie still sits on the roof and drinks to the moon, spring flowers, autumn moon, summer stars, winter snow are the most precious gifts from God, plus the sky is full of fireworks and red faces, if he doesn't know how to have fun in time, it is really a disappointment to the wind of seven or eight lifetimes. What's more, he is now his original body, and he doesn't have to be a loyal and good general in this life.

The night breeze is cool. The boat crossed the river, and the warm red lights swayed like stars, and for a time it was impossible to distinguish between heaven and earth. He bit the mouth of the gourd, leaned on the top of the building with his shoulders sideways, closed his eyes, and fell in a breath.

In this way, in the largest drunken gold resort in Zhao State, the most lively time of the year, every pair of lovers immersed in love and strolling along the riverside on this night felt extremely happy and satisfied under the bright moon and fireworks.

You don't have to think about the misery of the world, you don't have to think about the difficulties of the world, you don't have to think about this amorous bright moon, in addition to a few mountains and rivers, you also take care of the border passes.

The general was in a hundred battles and his reputation was shattered. To the river beam, turn back thousands of miles, the old man is extinct. The wind is cold in the west, and the seats are full of clothes like snow.

And in the dimly lit place, there was also a well-dressed young man, overlooking this beautiful scenery in the world, drinking alone and smiling alone.

After drinking for most of the hour, Fang Jue was a little happy. He first held the gourd, and then simply jumped downstairs to buy two small jars of pear blossom wine, and drank there wantonly with the jars, and when the two jars of wine were exhausted, he couldn't help but get drunk. At this time, a female voice suddenly sounded in his head, and he was still talking drunk words in a daze.

The red sleeves weave the persimmon leaves, and the Qingqigu wine takes advantage of the pear blossoms, and it is a good wine. What are you looking for me for?

The man obviously swallowed his anger: "Jinjie, I'm Min Xin." ”

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"Mr. Feng, what's wrong with you? I obviously said it well at the beginning, but now I have changed my hexagram - this, this, isn't this a trap for us? ”

The old bustard of Dyeing Chuntang is circling around Lu Dongli at the moment, and a face that is still full of charm has been washed out of a few shallow grooves on the fat powder by sweat.

The cause of this dispute can be traced back to why Lu Dongli settled in the Qinglou. Dye Chuntang only said that he was a scholar from Zhenjiang, displaced by the famine, and was robbed, injured and disabled, and begged all the way. However, if you want to talk about how they met Lu Dongli, you have to start from about a few months ago.

In fact, in the Qinglou in the Meijiang area, most of the most famous girls come and go are high-ranking officials or talented literati, and there are rules in this industry. Therefore, some people want to be blue-eyed, and the three articles of wealth, talent, and fame must be stained with one or two. On that day, someone posted to see the most famous Xiuyu girl in Dyeing Chuntang, Xiuyu saw a few Fengyue words attached to this person, and was greatly overwhelmed, and immediately agreed. When the two met, they talked extremely speculatively, and they went back and forth, and they eloped. The old bustard reported to the official angrily, except for finding out that the man was a martial artist who sang in the Qingyun class, there was no news.

Originally, I could only blame myself for being unlucky, but the inferior girls of Dye Chuntang had some dealings with the actors of the Qingyun class in private, and after this incident started, I inquired about this fireworks marriage story within a few days, and it turned out that there was a reason for it, and the few good words when Wusheng posted them were not made by me, but the handwriting of a down-and-out scholar on the bank of the Meijiang River.

The things before and after this have already been clear. He wanted to use Lu Dongli's outstanding poetic talent as the former servant of the Hanlin Imperial Palace, and write two strokes casually, which was naturally enough to deter others. It was to make jade, she listened to the instructions of the play to find Lu Dongli, and when she saw that this scholar was thin and weak, and he was injured and sick, she asked him to follow him back to the Spring Hall, and Lu Dongli actually agreed, which was strange.

Lu Dongli came here, and the old bustard saw that his poetry talent was indeed extraordinary, so he asked him to write a few things to decorate the façade in private, or to dye the name of the Oiran of Chuntang, and to sing and make peace with those elegant celebrities, and that person did not shirk it.

Therefore, until he inadvertently saved the wind festival of the falling river with the night tour of the jade, it was only calculated that Marshal Lu, who sang "Decisive Military Aircraft on the Battlefield" in the play, had been working for a month in front of Xue Tao, a rouge pen.

It's a pity that when the Mid-Autumn Festival Boat Race came to August this year, there was a poetry meeting as usual, and the old bustard wanted him to give Zhuang Zhuang a façade, but Lu Dongli refused to write anyway.

The old bustard hurriedly said: "Hey, I know that you scholars are hard-boned and high-minded, so you are good at talking on weekdays, this time my family wants to show your face in front of the prince, but Mr. refuses - you should praise us once, and compensate for the Xiuyu who let you run away from the scourge?" ”

She spent a long time talking here, drinking half a pot of herbal tea, but the scholar's face was like water, unwavering, she was waiting to say more, the man in green shirt in front of her suddenly said: "I have to leave tonight." ”

The old bustard was stunned, Lu Donglian's handsome face was slightly on one side, showing some grim aura, and said slowly: "From now on, your family should not talk to anyone about leaving me to live, don't remember." ”

His tone was serious, the old bustard was just dizzy with anger, she was in the Qinglou, all kinds of things that are not black, not ruthless, not ruthless, and not ruthless for many years, but after all, he is not evil-hearted, and he has been quite polite to Lu Dongli for the sake of making jade in January, at this time, seeing that his nose is not a nose and not an eye, how can he bear it in his heart, and he was just about to get angry, when suddenly there was a commotion downstairs, and he heard someone call her name and ask her to answer.

At this time, in the colorful and splendid hall of Dyechun Hall, a young man wearing a goose-yellow brocade robe and a silver crown was slowly pacing in, it was King Lu.

At this time, the old bustard could not take care of Lu Dongli, but ran all the way downstairs in a hurry. I saw that the noble prince of the family's bloodline that day was obviously quite drunk, his eyebrows and eyes were drunk, his smile was like a spring breeze, gentle and dignified, people came in the door, waved his hand, and the official behind him was naturally interested, and scolded the old bustard not to entertain him wholeheartedly, and quietly closed the door and guarded it without mentioning it.

The old bustard was flattered, and thanked him a thousand times, and let King Lu into the upstairs bedroom, and was busy asking people to wait, who knew that the prodigal prince waved his hand and said: "I heard that there is a gentleman named Feng Zhu in your family, who is very good at making poems." ”

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"You say it's a down-and-out scholar named Feng Zhu?"

In the lobby of the private residence of the prefect of Meijiang, the lights are bright, and a young scribe sits in the middle, dressed in ochre-colored clothes, with long eyebrows and deep eyes, and his appearance is quite elegant.

"Yes, the lower officials have already asked all over the city, and this matter was said by the drama of the Qingyun class, I don't know ......"

Halfway through his words, the prefect raised his eyes to look at the look between the scribe's eyebrows, only to see that his expression was steady and not a little alarmed.

"I wonder what Mr. is looking for this person for?"

The two of them were listening to the conversation in the hall by the wind on the roof. About two hours ago, Zhang Minxin's communication came from Xiaolou, telling him that there was an "extremely important but inconvenient to inform" matter to him.

He immediately rode his horse to the four gates of the city, and sure enough, although the city was full of singing and laughing, there were more than twice as many officers patrolling around, and the city gates were closed, and the soldiers defending the city were inserted into the generals of the local garrison in different clothes. He already knew that there had been Lu Dongjue Su Ling, and the news that Lu Dongli was alive must have leaked, but who knew that the pursuers would arrive so soon.

After a little calculation in his heart, Feng Jinjie immediately set off to the prefect's official residence, and under the investigation of his hidden whereabouts, he actually saw the confidant of the former King Rui, Lu Zewei.

This young man is not only a friend of King Rui when he did not ascend the throne, but also the first strategist of the palace, known for his quiet work in strategy, and now King Rui is on the dragon, rewarding meritorious ministers, because Lu Zewei is too close to him, and he is young, and he has not agreed on a reward for a while, so he was sent to do this secret thing, but it is also convenient to hide people's eyes.

Lu Zewei didn't answer the prefect's words, but just asked, "Do you know where that scholar is now?" ”

"I heard that I am temporarily living in the city and dying in the spring hall."

Hearing the words "Dyeing Chuntang", Lu Ze raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in surprise: "...... Qinglou? ”

The prefect nodded hurriedly, and suddenly thought of something, so he muttered: "King Lu Chitose also went there tonight......

As soon as he said this, he only heard a bang, and it turned out to be the calm and gentle scribe who dropped the teacup.

As soon as he heard King Lu, Lu Ze's face changed slightly, he slapped the table with his palm, and called in a deep voice: "Come on, immediately hurry up and give me ......"

Halfway through the words, he realized his gaffe, pressed the unspoken half of the sentence in his throat, and beckoned slightly.

The guards behind him immediately stepped forward half a step, and Lu Zewei asked him to come closer, lowered his head and commanded softly.

In the faint light along the tile, the two could be seen whispering, but they couldn't hear what they were saying. However, at this time, he didn't have to listen to anything, he gently pressed on the ridge of the roof with one hand, and his figure was like a cloud, fluttering down, turning around and galloping towards Dye Chuntang.

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In the corridor on the second floor of Dyeing Chun Hall, the red carpet was paved, the candles were hot, and the girl who brought tea and water slowly closed the door for King Lu, and then bowed down and retreated.

As a result, there were only two people left in the room.

As the night wore on, the silence in the richly decorated room was all the more peculiar. The prince in the yellow shirt, the wine in his eyes had faded early, but he circled around the face and figure of the scholar in the green shirt opposite, and suddenly shook the folding fan in his hand, and the ebony bone silk fan that looked a little old was brushed open, revealing the smoke and rain rivers inside.

King Lu slowly spoke, and the voice of the right person to talk and laugh was steeply lowered.

“…… Jingluo has a lot of wind and dust, and the plain clothes have turned into threads. ”

"For so many years, you have refused to attach yourself to the royal family, and I don't want to make friends with internal ministers and foreign vassals, which is like a strange road - Dongli, I think you think you are so bitter."

And a wry smile appeared on the thin lips of the scholar in the green shirt in the room, and he replied after a long time:

“…… Zhong Xiang. ”