One flower is one world, one leaf is one Bodhi.

A person's life is in a trance. Some people want to be the prodigal son of the game bush, but after all, because of a woman, their liver and intestines are broken. Some people aspire to be the first in the world, but in the end, they are overwhelmed by the cold and lonely. Some people love and hate clearly, and some people are not close to people. Some people hide behind the scenes, and few people know about the layout in the world, and some people are drunk and lying on their knees, and they are extremely happy. Origin and extinction, fate comes and goes, but after all, it can't draw a circle.

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The moon was bitterly cold, the wind was cold, and the snow on the ground was already an inch. On the occasion of bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, even if it is a harsh winter, they don't care, and every household hangs up the red cloth and new peach early, waiting for the new year and looking forward to next year's luck.

The five-zhang high city wall has long been covered with new clothes by heavy snow. Snowflakes fell, and the cold wind cut people's cheeks like knives. On the castle tower, a man looked into the distance, unmoved, as if the bone-chilling cold had nothing to do with him. The man was dressed in a black mink robe. The man held the long sword in his hand, the scabbard was red, the hilt was pitch black, and the golden dragon pattern was carved on it, which was very luxurious. The man's face is extraordinarily delicate, a twenty-year-old young man with a crown, a boy and a woman, and a jade tree in the wind.

The man let out a long sigh, and the long sword was unsheathed, and the cold iron long sword crossed an almost perfect arc in the air, and returned to the sheath again. The man turned and walked away as if something had happened and as if nothing had happened.

There were some ripples in the moat outside the city...... The snow outside the city was cut through a shallow sword mark of several feet, neither deep nor shallow.

This person's name is Shen Changgui.

Twenty-five years ago, an ordinary military commander led more than a dozen people under his command to dominate the world in nine years. Nine years from nothing, from life to death, no one knows how much suffering they have experienced. Twenty-five years later, the former commander of Wu is now the current emperor, and there are only four of the eleven people under him.

Shen Changgui stared into the distance and didn't say a word. Twilight is falling, and snow is falling......

A pot of wine, the wind is bitter and sad about the moon, and the drunken eyes are starry.

Two cups of tea, slender hands into the arms, drunk starry eyes.

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The New Year in the imperial capital is particularly lively, the streets and alleys are already overcrowded, and everyone's faces are full of joy and excitement. Merchants from all walks of life came one after another, and the New Year in the imperial capital was tantamount to a time when they made a lot of money, and in addition, those gentry also came for the four major oirans in the imperial capital "Laurel Garden". There are countless admirers of the four major oirans, from small field village husbands to high-ranking officials in temples, and there are many people who spend a lot of money and can't see them. Every year when the imperial capital is grandiose, countless people want to catch a glimpse of the beauty, but they are separated by a thin layer of transparent veil. But it is precisely because of this that the pursuit of the four major Oiran by the people of the world is increasing day by day, and all kinds of beautiful words are emerging in an endless stream, trying to fight high and low in turn.

Chunlan, summer bamboo, autumn chrysanthemum, winter plum. The four Oiran have their own characteristics, Chunlan is empathetic, exquisite calligraphy and painting. Xia Zhu has a hot body and is enchanting and charming. Qiu Ju smiled and fell into the city, and Qin Se was distracted. Dongmei is cold and frosty, and she doesn't dare to play with it.

At the time of the new year, there are naturally countless businessmen and gentry gathered in the Laurel Garden, the Laurel Garden is rich in tiles and vermilion eaves, the carved beams and embroidered pillars are quite grand, the whole Laurel Garden is divided into five floors, the first floor is the hall, it is also a place where gags and jokes, drinking is a place to be happy, there are eight huge beams and pillars on the first floor, each of which is carved with peonies of various types and colors, graceful and luxurious. Towering beams and pillars reach into the fifth floor, making Laurel Court like a theater, and every move in the hall can be seen clearly from each floor. The second layer is the land of wind and moon, but it is only a few small characters, all of them are ordinary goods, and this second layer is also mostly a place where ordinary businessmen and scholars gather. As for the third layer, it is those gentry who spend a lot of money often live in this layer, most of the women in the third layer are good at skin and flesh things, often make those gentry want to die, and after the fact, it is naturally indispensable to give a reward, as for the appearance, putting on some powder makeup can also be regarded as a stunner in the world. And the fourth layer, most of them are the mistresses of high-ranking officials, they don't show up often, and they never take customers, and only when a high-ranking official arrives, they will do that thing, this layer is also quite mysterious. But the high-ranking official raised his posture must not be bad. This last floor, the fifth, has only four rooms. There is a plaque on each door, spring orchid, summer bamboo, autumn chrysanthemum, and winter plum. These four people have caused countless people in the rivers and lakes to go crazy and flock to them. But there are very few people who have seen the faces of these four people, and there are only two people who have seen the faces of these four people so far, one is the owner of the Drunken Immortal Building, who ranks fourth in the martial arts list - Hong Xinghai. As for the other, it is the crown prince of the dynasty - Shen Changgui.

On this festive day, Laurel Garden always gathers the most powerful gentry in the whole Great Qin, and these people don't care about the silver in their waists, and most of them don't hesitate to spend a lot of money in this land of wind and moon for their own face. All kinds of money and money, the silver tickets and silver in the sky are just inconspicuous stones on the side of the road in their eyes. The whole hall was extremely noisy, and one by one, the rich man who was either full of meat or brocade clothes hugged left and right, so happy. Of course, I don't forget to reward the women around me with some silver from time to time. There are countless birds and beasts on the table. Occasionally, a few rich men carried the woman in their arms up to the third floor, or the woman upstairs winked at the people in the hall and behaved frivolously.

The fifth floor is quite calm, there is no noise in the hall, there is no sound in the second and third floors, and there are no high-ranking officials on the fourth floor. It's as if this fifth floor is a paradise untouched.

In the house of "Winter Plum", the fragrance is fragrant, the incense burner is light and elegant but very precious Acacia, this kind of incense only has a faint fragrance, without any adulteration, and many palace halls are lit with this incense. Dongmei's house has only one boudoir and one guest room. The tables and chairs of yellow rosewood are all very finely carved, and there are some pastries on the table, as well as a blue and white wine jug and a few wine cups. The boudoir has a screen painted with plum blossoms, and the bed has no superfluous decorations, simple but elegant. A woman sat upright on the bed, wearing only a thin gauze skirt, Danfeng's eyes were as clear as water, and the willow eyebrows were just like the peony flowers and leaves, which made her eyes even less like the things in the world. The round and just right face has a delicate and greasy nose, the cherry mouth is smiling, and the six palaces have a little bit of fandel. This face alone makes all men in the world crazy, and all women in the world are jealous. The skin through the tulle is better than the snow, a pair of slender legs are like jade, and the white jade on the chest is just right so that it is not annoying and desirable. The fairies in the sky have no face, and it is difficult to compare with her. The woman played with her green silk, and at this time, a man in the guest room looked at her stupidly, and for a while time seemed to freeze, and that glance seemed to be forever.

Dongmei's name is Mu Qinghuan.

The man's beard is unshaven, and his beard and slightly dark face are particularly compatible. But the facial features are still a little exquisite, the skin is also eye-catching, dressed in purple, the texture and materials are of the highest quality, and there is a jade gourd pinned to the waist, faintly revealing the fine wine.

"What's the matter with you. Mu Qinghuan's cold words broke the deadlock. The man choked up, got up slowly, looked at the woman in front of him dotingly, and said helplessly: "Remember to take care of yourself, I don't have any ability, this time I'm here to say goodbye to you, I'm going to see a senior, I'm not sure if I can survive to tell the truth, this gourd is left to you, remember to take a look when you think of me." With that, the man took off the jade gourd from his waist, walked to the window, and gently pushed it open. At this moment, he was sad.

"Brother left first. ”

Night, silence fell. In the house, Mu Qinghuan burst into tears.

Ten years ago, in the midst of that massacre, this man saved her, but it was also this man who killed his own parents with his own hands. Because of this, Mu Qinghuan always remembered this brother who saved him. Ten years later, she became the head of the four major Oirans known throughout the country. That man also became the owner of the Drunken Immortal Building. In ten years, she knew the reason, this brother, always remembered his surname Mu. He also knew that this brother was going to challenge the sword god Li Banting, who had not produced a sword for fifty years, she didn't know if this would be the last time the two brothers and sisters would meet, she had a lot to say, but the words never came out of her mouth. She wished that her brother could gently touch her forehead before leaving.

The jade gourd was filled with the famous wine of the Drunken Immortal Building, drunk and dreaming of death. Legend has it that after drinking this drunken dream, you can forget all your sorrows and all your worries. Mu Qinghuan picked up the jade gourd, drank all the wine in the pot, and died of a nocturne, drunk and dreaming of death.

Drunk blowing snow dance

Wine in the air

The pavilion is like heaven and earth

Qingchi Yin, riding the wind

There is no way back, but the long sword is broken.

On this day, Hong Xinghai, the owner of the Drunken Immortal Building, asked Jian Li Banting.