Tears to the end, crying blood!

One thought and one action, heaven and man are separated forever!

The murmur of resentment drifted away with the winds of the far north.

The tattered restaurant was set up outside this wind valley.

You can also reach Saibei through this valley to the north, but the valley is full of strong winds all year round.

"Shop, ...... for sake"

With a sound of sobbing, the woman in Tsing Yi who covered her face in a white veil sat on one of the wine tables under the gaze of everyone.

The restaurant located in the valley is indeed bleak, except for the woman in Tsing Yi, there is only another road and the shopkeeper, one each of the second child.

Xiao Er, who was pouring tea and handing food to another passer-by, hung up his rag, rubbed his hands and came to the women's table, "I don't know, I don't know what kind of wine the girl wants?"

Xiao Er inadvertently peeked at the woman's face, her face was like a peach petal with her eyebrows and eyes lowered, her face was like congealed cream, and a pair of Danfeng eyes stared at the blue book in her hand, looking like she couldn't put it down.

The sorrow that could not be concealed in his eyebrows soaked his eyes, and the corners of his eyes were dyed red, as if they had been coated with powder.

"Huh?" relieved her, she put down the notebook in her hand, and choked her breath, "Then, then take the strongest bar......"

"Are you sure, girl, do you want to warm it up?"

"That's right...... Sake doesn't relieve sorrow, cold wine goes down the throat and lets it warm ......."

"Gotcha!"

The men at the other table were wrapped tightly and drank hot boiled wine.

Seeing the woman so arrogant, it made these men drinking hot wine embarrassed to look at the steaming sake in their bowls.

"The little girl's family is handsome, so you can drink!"

One of the big men drank the wine in his hand in one gulp, and deliberately raised his voice and said.

The woman in green clothes didn't seem to hear it, and the blue script in her hand hooked her heartstrings, making her unforgettable.

"Girl, alas, girl, look at this ......."

"What's that?"

"I see that you have a lot of yang energy, I have a book here, why don't you take it back and take it?"

"Bald! Why is this immortal so yang? I haven't seen your face yet, but you're looking up to me!"

"Don't do it, send it, give it to you......"

The way of hating people and gods is different, and resentment is not appropriate in the prime of life.

Concubine Mi's figure was like a flying goose, allowing Cao Sangongzi to stand by Luoshui for a long time.

A son who doesn't like war was born in the war-torn era, and the dark fragrance wine is mellow, and it is written!

At that time, my father and brother wanted to dominate the industry, and only my brother's wife was always around, and she was like a light cloud and moon that appeared at the same time, dancing like a whirlwind and snow.

For Cao Sangongzi, who is obsessed with poetry, this time is seared in his depths.

Later, the eldest brother became the king of Wei, and even the emperor, and when the third prince came back again, the old man was old and decrepit, and the fragrance disappeared.

At the dinner table, looking at the hometown where things are right and wrong, and people are no longer there, the third son saw all the vicissitudes of life at a glance and took the jade and gold belt given by the eldest brother.

All this is like a dream of Nanke, seven steps into a poem, and a talented man who rides through the door alone sees things and thinks about people.

On the way back, he stayed overnight in the boat, in a trance, overlooking Luoshui, the woman was like Ling Bo stepping on the wind in a dream!

She is smiling and smiling, her beautiful eyes are looking forward to it, and she descended on Luoshui like a dream.......

Cao Sangongzi waved his pen down, without words and tears, and Wen Cheng endowed Concubine Mi.

The jade hand of the woman in Tsing Yi caressed the script, deaf to the things around her.

It's the big men who are embarrassed this time.

"The girl watched "The Legend of Concubine Mi"?"

A thin figure on the side stood silently beside the woman in Tsing Yi.

He had a mustache, a haggard face, heavy eye bands, as if he had not slept all night, frosted sideburns, and a white robe draped over his weak bones.

Like the last fallen leaf on a dead tree, it was desolate and desolate, and his breath was unsteady when he spoke.

As the man spoke, he glanced at the big men on the side, making them retreat consciously.

"You can tell this at a glance?"

The woman's eyes had been red for a long time, and she looked up at the man slightly, and replied softly.

Cao Sangongzi wrote "Luo Shen Fu" on Luoshui, but I don't know when this book began to spread. ”

The down-and-out man stared at the book, "The girl can shed tears because of this book, but she is a temperament." ”

A smile squeezed out of his depressed old face, "Mourning will never be done, mourning the passing away of a foreign land......."

The last fallen leaf fell and was immediately carried away by the torrent.

The woman's phoenix eyes moved slightly, "Sir, are you going north?"

"Ah, yes, I'm looking for someone......"

"I wonder if the little girl can go along?" the woman in Tsing Yi smiled, the veil on her face could not hide her heroic spirit.

"What's the girl's last name?"

"Lu!"

"Miss Lu, if you don't dislike it, just call me Lao Du......." Lao Du's hand took the notebook in Miss Lu's hand, and flipped through it a few times with one hand, "Cao Sangongzi...... After all, a script is just a script......."

Miss Lu's jade hand took off the veil, and sure enough, it was hibiscus with bone and jade as the face, naturally carved and flawless.

Her red eyes stared at the book, and she whispered, "Why do you say that?"

Lao Du stroked his white sleeves, sighed sideways, his white temples were like frost, and his entire expression froze, and at this moment, round after round of wrinkles spread to his face.

"Dream too much...... After all, who doesn't want to wake up, who doesn't want to be a dreamer......."

However, alas, Lao Du seems to have aged a lot, the vicissitudes of an old man who is more than old.

Who is not a dreamer, and who is willing to wake up?