The wolf falcon Xiaobai plunged into Xunyang Old Cicada Street from a very high place in the distant sky. An old man selling wine followed his gaze from the sky into the depths of the alley of Qingteng Lane, and grinned.

"I guess I'm going to go back soon, and it's the Mid-Autumn Festival in two days, which is really a coincidence."

As if remembering something, Lao Bai put away his smile, pretended to be an old face, turned his head to the store and said, "Hurry up, can you spend so much time on all this broken information?" ”

Buried in the sea of letters, the young man who once suspected that this old guy had pulled a coolie raised his head, frowned and shouted: "Don't keep urging, life seeker." ”

Gu Nanfeng is annotating on a blank map of Xunyang, batching all the information related to Xunyang one by one, and then using dot lines and lines to splice together a huge spider web, no matter how big or small. Gu Nanfeng put the pen on the pen holder and rubbed his sore shoulder. The "beggar hall" has been disbanded, but Lao Bai did not hold up the little beggar's soft grinding and hard bubbles, and this initial force that was really subordinate to Gu Nanfeng was finally absorbed into the huge "building boat", although it was only the most low-level miscellaneous spies.

When the boy heard the whistling of the falcon, a faint smile appeared on his face, so he picked up the pen again and continued to write.

In the city lord's mansion, Su Mantang spread out his pen and ink and wrote two poems, both of which are the works of his predecessors. A song of Suzi's "Nangezi", and a song of Jiaxuan's "Xijiang Moon". Su Mantang is known for his italics, and he once had the reputation of "Su Bone" when he was an official in the imperial capital. His characters are evenly balanced, thin and hard, decisive and resolute, the dot paintings are crisp and beautiful, the bones are strong, the knots are tight, and they are very beautiful.

Jiang Li, a chess player who is also a calligrapher, once commented, "Books are expensive, thin and hard, and they are spiritual."

Ancient rare.

Su Mantang put down his pen and ink and gently dried the ink.

At this time, someone from outside the door came in to report that there were two things.

First, the two guests invited by Su Mantang had already entered the City Lord's Mansion, and according to the City Lord's instructions, the Great Butler Song had already arranged people in the "Frost Orange Residence".

Second, a secret letter was sent to the city lord's mansion this morning, saying that an old man surnamed Zhou would come to visit with his horseman. At present, the people have arrived outside the city lord's mansion.

Su Mantang waved his hand, signaled that he knew, carefully rolled up the two characters, sent someone to the Frost Orange Residence, and then packed up his clothes, straightened his appearance a little, and walked out of the door, ready to greet the so-called old man surnamed Zhou.

Su Mantang, who walked out of the door, suddenly had a smile on his face.

"Hongde, you don't have to put on that fox face."

Su Mantang's eyes narrowed into two thin lines, and he saw Sikong Yue, who was dressed in civilian clothes and walked towards him.

"Twenty years, who knows?"

Outside the City Lord's Mansion, on a carriage, the white-haired old man lifted the curtain and smiled at the autumn sun: "Wei Chi, let's make a bet, just bet that Su Mantang will come out later, will he be old and serious, or will he be full of smiles?" ”

Yu Chi Hyun thought for a while and said, "Then I'll put on an old fox smiling face for the old boy, with his eyes in line, his hands in his sleeves, and bow first when he meets." ”

Now the white-haired old man who called himself Mr. Zhou laughed, "If that's the case, we can bet the same bet, and this bet can only be invalidated." ”

The old man looked up at the sky, closed his eyes slightly, and the silk strings entered his ears.

"It's a beautiful sound."

The old man exclaimed.

In the corridor on the top floor of the City Lord's Mansion, Su Tianxue stopped fiddling with the zither in his hand. The song I played just now is a legend from the troubled times after the fall of the Daque Dynasty, a small vassal state that has only been in the country for ten years, the song is called "Autumn Moon in the Han Palace", and the daughter complains about loneliness and coldness. However, Miss Su's piano sound added some of her own changes to the strings, and she was still sad, but she also had a bright rhythm and liveliness, half swept away.

Miss Su looked at the railing, the distant mountains and smoke were full of autumn eyes, the geese flew like silhouettes, and the white-clothed Shengxue was Su Xian.

Su Tianxue looked at the north calmly, General Sikong Yue kept silent about Xiangyang, and she couldn't ask for some sporadic news from her father. Looking at it like this, the matter in Xiangyang is not small, and she can only pray in her heart that the teenagers who went out on the expedition can return safely.

Su Tianxue, who had been looking forward to it for a long time, turned around and pushed the door into the house, and the table was full of chess, and the room was full of Qi Nanxiang.

Qi Nan is known as the wood of ten thousand taels of gold.

As the old saying goes: Three lives are cultivated with good karma, and in this life you have to smell the fragrance of Qi Nan. It is enough to see its preciousness.

Su Tianxue held the roll in her hand and played the score alone. He holds the white, and the sunspot starts with the big flying corner that the guy often goes. If you don't follow the seat system, the chess path changes endlessly, to the thirtieth hand, white has established a clear advantage, fifty hands, the white game of the siege and killing began to take shape, to the eightieth hand, black chess can only be killed to lose the armor, fleeing in all directions. Su looked left and right, and after being relieved, he broke the last big dragon of black chess and won a whirlwind cloud.

The Su family, who played music alone and played a flower for himself, was secretly proud, and asked you Yulong to play chess and call me for the board, but this time you are convinced?

Miss Su, who was still unsatisfied, was about to play another pair of scores, and change her tricks to repair the guy holding the sunspot again. But as if he suddenly remembered something, he jumped down the stairs.

Got rid of a group of maidservants, crossed the eaves and walked through the corridor, and Miss Su came to the back kitchen alone.

On the three red clay stoves, three casseroles are steaming.

Su Tianxue smelled the aroma and was complacent. The kitchen masters teach well, and their own understanding is not low.

When the first lid is lifted, the sweet aroma is overflowing, and the pears are stewed in rock sugar. The rock sugar is the best quality of glazed texture and amber color, and it is paired with the snowflake pear of Zhaozhou. The ingredients are first-class, and the heat is really good, and the sweet fragrance surrounds the pillars and sticks for a long time.

Lift the second lid, the fragrance hits, white fungus lotus seed soup. The white fungus is also the best, and the lotus seed is the most crisp and tender lotus seed heart in midsummer, sealed in the cold ice, which is only then from the north to the west, so that it can be enjoyed in this late autumn.

Lift the third lid, and the mellow aroma is intoxicating.

Someone laughed outside the door.

"The fragrant autumn dew of Hangzhou, this year, let alone thirty years."

Su Tianxue's shoulders stiffened.

Turning her head slowly, she saw two hateful smiling faces, but soon, one of them was ignored by her. Su Tianxue blinked, and only the Sikong Jade Dragon wearing a white feather was left in her eyes, and the young man was still in the same perennial caged posture, standing outside the door with a warm smile.

Sikong Yulong smiled and said, "But do you have our share? ”

Miss Su glared, "How can there be a job to take care of the food without contribution?" ”

Sikong Yulong shook his hands, walked into the house, shook his head and said, "Okay, then I'll take the dishes and chopsticks." Is two pairs enough? ”

Miss Su glanced at Su Tiantian, nodded, and blinked, "That's enough." ”

So Su Tiantian, who was just about to step into the house, suddenly felt that he was almost the same as raising a sword, and wondered if he was going to find a sword to chop off the two of them.

In the frost orange residence used to entertain guests, the young Li Qinsheng put down one of the words and asked suspiciously: "Teacher, these two words are really good, what is the meaning of the city lord sending us here?" ”

"Your Highness should remember that Mr. Song mentioned a name when he invited us over, Hongde."

Li Qinsheng snorted.

Su Yunpao said: "When I was a child, I read well but not miscellaneously, I read the words of the sages, the words of the warning world, and the poems, and I was dedicated to making a name for myself in scientific research. There are nearly 20,000 words and chapters in the world, and more than 1,300 words, at that time, I only loved Su Zi and Jiaxuan, and my eldest brother was three years older than me, and he only respected Du Shaoling. When I was a child, I competed with my eldest brother, and he was often ahead of me when he was higher than anyone in the imperial examination. After the township test, before the meeting, I thought that my life would go well, until the fire later. ”

Su Yunpao paused and continued: "At that time, I specialized in studying the words of Su Xin and the others, and now the words on these two words are on a trip, and the two of us rode on the wild plains of Xunyang and Xiangyang. The eldest brother has been writing since he was a child, and he is determined to become the first regular script in the past, and now it seems that it is not far away. ”

Li Qinsheng was shocked, and looked down at the two words.

Su Yunpao closed his eyes and whispered.

Two characters, the first of which is Su Zi's "Southern Song".

"Riding on the sea, the fairy calyx is green. Fei Shengyuan does not use dansha. Live in the place where the tide comes from, and the end of the world; Lei Roller is a bad country, and the clouds are like a home. Sit down and get your teeth on the piano. Write the aftermath of the return, the narcissus boast. ”

The second painting of Jiaxuan's "Xijiang Moon".

"The courtiers are in charge, and the generals on the side are fighting. The right time, place and people. Yan Kevar and Yue Ke; On this day, the tower is full of dragons, and he is walking on the mountains and rivers. All the people are in harmony with the wind song. The leaders came to congratulate. ”

The lyrics are ancient.

Su Yunpao opened his eyes, "Hongde Hongde, with this handwriting, it won't be wrong, the city lord of Xunyang City should be the eldest brother I thought would have died a long time ago, Su Jinshan." I can't imagine that after a few decades, he will change his name to Su Mantang, no wonder I didn't hear any wind in Xiqi. ”

Su Yunpao sneered in his heart, the heavens are on each side, for the government of the two countries, heh, this ghost world.

Li Qinsheng looked at Su Yunpao, this high-ranking half-hundred-year-old man reached out and touched the young man's hair, and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, Su Yunpao has been a Xiqi general for thirty years, and it will not change in the future." ”

Putting away the two words, Su Yunpao said again: "Qinsheng, lay out the paper, I want to return a word to the city lord." ”

The night is in Xunyang.

The old man, who had taken a trip to the City Lord's Mansion and was currently surnamed Zhou, slowly walked to a place in a carriage. The car was accompanied by Xiangyang General Sikong Yue. Along the way, the two talked about matters, only Xiangyang military defense and military affairs, the middle-aged man said word by word, and the old man listened word by word, as if the two had not intersected before, and there will be no in the future, everything is business.

The carriage stopped, and the two got out of the carriage one after another.

The old man turned his back to Sikong Yue and said in a deep voice: "I understand that you have grievances. ”

Sikong Yue's body is ghostly, and he disappeared in one step.

After standing in silence for a long time, the old man had to sigh.

Yu Chi-hyun led the carriage to guard, and the old man raised his feet and walked alone to the building in front of him.

It's not the city lord's mansion, nor is it a brightly lit restaurant, the old man's final choice of place in Xunyang is here, people and ghosts are not close, Qilin Tower.

In a restaurant in Xunyang, according to the information of the little beggar, Sikong Yulong instructed Su Tiantian to find a young man, who was borrowing wine to drown his sorrows, because he had lost a spiritual sword in Ziliang Dao.

Upstairs in the City Lord's Mansion, Su Mantang was full of thoughts and messy.

Is it impossible to escape the outcome of a thing or a person after all?

Su Mantang, who was near the window, didn't know that at this time, the frost orange not far away was in the middle, and someone was watching the moon with him. On the table behind Su Mantang, there is a scroll with only two sentences on it, from Du Shaoling's "Farewell to the Elderly".

"The corpses are bloody and bloody.

He Township is a happy land, and he dares to be still in the panhuan. ”