Ten miles of Qinhuai, six dynasties of gold powder. In this Jinling City, there is such a rose-colored river that has flowed for thousands of years, the river flows for hundreds of miles, and there are countless river bridges, but there is a bridge that is the most famous in this Jinling City.

Compared with the Wende Bridge, which has enjoyed a bridge for more than 100 years, this bridge does not have so many bells and whistles. This bridge connects the two floors, across the Qinhuai River, and looks like a bridge across the sky from a distance, so it gets the name of this overpass.

If this bridge alone, it is absolutely impossible to pick the name of the bridge head in the Qinhuai Twenty-four Bridge, it is strange to say, it is only half a year, this bridge suddenly became famous, and the people in Jinling City are all known to everyone.

When those literati who heard the name of this bridge hurried over, they realized that this bridge was famous, and in the final analysis, it was because of the storyteller on this small bridge.

A pipa started, the pretty girl held the jade pipa that only can be seen in the Ouchi Palace, and then heard the white-clothed Langjun standing in the center of the bridge knocking on the bamboo board, opening a small jar of "immortal brewing" that is difficult to find in the world, in the envious eyes of a group of famous people, Mr. Storyteller drank a small half jar in one breath, and seemed to have no idea the meaning of this two alcoholic wine three taels of gold.

"Continue!" Seeing that the scholar was dressed shabby and had to keep his hala, the storyteller casually sent out the immortal brew that still had half of the jar left.

"Come on, come on, today I will talk about how the merry green shirt sword of Jiazi broke through the armor with one sword, and two thousand six hundred horses. The storyteller was slightly drunk, burped, and drunken-eyed.

The daughters around Mr. Storyteller blushed, carrying the hem of their skirts and retreating back, the little girls retreated shyly, those eldest ladies have seen the wind and waves, especially the Oiran on both sides of the Qinhuai River are wrapped in small clothes and show their bodies, with a pretty face, just like that: "Dead ghost, come to the girl's pillow." ”

But I don't know what's wrong with this time, Mr. Storyteller didn't go to the marriage as usual, touched a girl and hugged it in his arms, and didn't do anything after hugging, and he threw a few hundred taels of silver as a hand addiction fee.

Don't look at those shy little girls who are not happy on the surface, in fact, they don't know how to be happy, this son's skin can be said to be the first handsome in Jinling City, even if it is a white touch, it is also a willing! Not to mention that people don't do anything, but reward silver, this kind of steady profit and no loss of business, since it has attracted many girls to watch, one by one at home dressed up for several hours before daring to go out of the girls and a stand on the overpass, I don't know that I think this is the day to choose an Oiran.

Some students from other places are puzzled, although it is said that the scenery of Qinhuai lies in these red faces and gold powder, but where can a mere storyteller cause such a big sensation? Even the daughters of some generals and scholars will dress up beautifully and are willing to be a foil on this flyover?

But after this question, those foreign students couldn't help grinning, the three princes of the dignified Southern Dynasty were actually such a virtuous, no wonder the great poet said that the poem Bo Qin Huaizhong said that; This prince is more practical than a merchant girl.

The students from other places went away, but it did not affect those fat fans who continued to surround the storyteller.

As the third prince of the Southern Dynasty, he has been known as a prodigy since he was a child, known as never forgetting, what article pen and ink will be broken in front of him, in the early years, everyone speculated that this royal old man is likely to be established as the prince, but who knows that this year after year, this old third son, who was placed on high hopes by his father and queen mother, actually became a big gentleman with the first word in the sky.

There are 800 Qinhuai flower ships, which one does not have the golden footprints left by this son?

There are ten Oiran in Jinling, which one didn't spend a night with this son?

But this is also the glorious years of his early years, after all, the royal family also has to be faced, since ancient times, the old man has been the most favored one, or maybe the third prince was too impressive when he was a child, and His Majesty the father and emperor still have a trace of fantasy about this young son, so he found a daughter-in-law who can manage the house.

When you get married, it's time to take care of yourself.

Everyone thought so, but the third prince was once again shocked, although he did not linger among the lanterns and wine alleys, but instead talked about books on this overpass, and the lady who was alone in the empty boudoir seemed to be nothing, as if she did not know some foolish things that this husband was doing outside.

"Childe, when is it my turn to appear?"

This is just talking about the end of the tomb of the princess of the Yellow River, there is a woman who can't hold back, this son is not only good-looking, the story is also good-looking, the eldest ladies who have never been out of Jinling City sit quietly beside him, listen to his pot of wine and a story as if he personally went to the rivers and lakes to travel a little, and in addition to those large and small character stories in the rivers and lakes, the most touching is the love and hatred of those men and women.

Those finch, who were destined to stay in this golden cage from birth, although they could not physically walk on it, they also hoped to become a corner of the story and pin their good hopes on it.

Huang Qing tilted his head and pondered for a while before saying, "The lord of Wutong still lacks a maid." ”

"Okay! the maid is the maid!" The daughter of Shangshu immediately clapped her little hands and became excited, her usual lady-like demeanor had long been thrown out of the clouds, and the youngest daughter's house in the story was the youngest daughter's home, and a thousand things were naturally her own.

"Uh... I still lack an old bustard and an oiran here, which of you would like to apply for a name?" Huang Qing quickly left a few words on the paper as soon as he held the wolf's pen, and the names and personalities of the characters were arranged in an instant.

"I've been waiting for a long time, I'm going to be the biggest Oiran. A heroic woman immediately shouted, as if whoever dared to rob her, she would dare to beat whomever she wanted.

One by one, the crane beast made up for the daughters of the family and became maids, oirans, and bustards, this kind of absurd thing happens for a few days every month, and those pillars of the country who have broken their hearts for their children are eager to eat this ridiculous prince alive, and those who have nothing to do all day long will routinely read a few books every few days, but the results are often sunk in the sea.

"Childe, where are you going to eat this dinner?" Night gradually fell, the two banks and the flower boats on the Qinhuai River were lit with red lanterns, and a small group passed through the bustling crowd while muttering sorry without squinting, no way, which girl here is not a figure with a head and a face? I am not this big and gentleman Huang Gongzi, there is no such a heavenly background, even if this group of girls is good-looking, it is a sin to take a second look at it, in case it annoys any small-minded girl, maybe it will have to be handed over to the yamen tomorrow.

Huang Qing smacked his lips when he heard this, and asked the woman holding the jade pipa on the side, "Where do you want to eat tonight?"

The woman said as she tuned her tone, "I'll go wherever my son goes." ”

Huang Qing grinned, why doesn't this girl have an opinion? Where to go? Whatever, it's okay, listen to you.

I'm not a roundworm in your belly.

"Let's go to Weiyan Building, you go and say hello to Haimin Building. Huang Qing glanced at the two high-rise buildings at the head of the bridge and the end of the bridge, and finally decided to go to the unsmoked building at the end of the bridge.

"Uh... Be. The little guy hesitated, but gritted his teeth and agreed.

The two owners of this Weiyan Building and Haimin Building were originally brothers and sisters, but for some reason they broke up, and the original overpass was also planned to be demolished. But since this Huang Gongzi came, the two bosses also dispelled this idea, and he took it like this, the business on the two floors is getting better and better, and the brother and sister don't know that they are not angry, and they often have to rush to eat this matter, as if they are afraid that they will be slow.

Just as he was asking someone to pack up his things, he suddenly saw a person running and jumping, and he came to Huang Qing in a few moments.

Huang Qing frowned, and said suspiciously: "You kid stays by Madame's side to guard, what are you doing here?"

The young man who was called the boy said with an innocent face: "Madame has something to say, let the son go home for dinner." ”

"What?" Huang Qing looked terrified, as the saying goes, there is no good banquet, this is the first time in the world, is this resentful woman who is tired of keeping the empty boudoir alone, and wants to poison me and then go to martyrdom together?

Thinking of this, his originally fair face became whiter, and Huang Qing waved his hand again and again: "Uh... I said that I went to some temple or temple, and prayed for my father and queen mother. ”

The corners of the young man's mouth twitched when he heard this, and he smiled bitterly: "Childe, I beg you." If you don't go back, Madame will pick my skin. In the past, when you came out to play, how could your lady say half a word? I think there is something really wrong this time. ”

"Really?" Huang Qinghu wondered.

"It's true!"

"Uh, okay. Girl, let's go home for dinner today. As he spoke, Huang Qing motioned for the man to take the pipa.

As the saying goes, he still hugged the pipa and half covered his face, and after taking the pipa, Huang Qing finally saw the whole picture of this woman.

Dai Mei is like picturesque peach blossom eyes, and his skin is as white as jade condensing muscle snow, no matter how you look at it, this is not a vulgar thing in the world, right? When did I have such a handsome girl by my side? When Huang Qing lost his mind for a while, he wondered in his heart, did God give me such a lovely man because he was lonely all my life? Then if I don't fight him for 300 rounds tonight, I will be sorry for the gift of God and his old man.

With a slender figure, dressed in white, looking at Huang Qing's thief's eyebrows, the woman suddenly wondered in her heart, has the son really been to the rivers and lakes?