Outside the city, invisible conspiracies and calculations meander out of the beast-like mansion, fall on the lanterns, and fall on the sea of flowers, gradually blending into the vast night, without a trace.

Shen Miaoyan took Xie Tao out of the Gu Mansion with great difficulty, pointed to the prosperity in the distance, and his eyebrows were crooked, "When I first came, I saw someone selling chrysanthemum cakes, but it was fragrant!" Let's try it? I haven't eaten your Da Zhou's chrysanthemum cake yet! ”

Xie Tao didn't eat enough at night, he was a little greedy, touched his stomach, and hurriedly went to buy cakes with her to eat.

The chrysanthemum cake was golden and soft, and the cake seller cut off two pieces, wrapped them in half-old kraft paper, and handed them to the two girls with a smile.

The two were holding the cake, and Shen Miaoyan saw that there was a wonton stall in front of him, so he pulled Xie Tao to sit again, ordered two bowls of wontons, and waited for the hot wontons to eat while eating the cake.

……

On the streets of Long Street, a noble man in green clothes shook a white paper folding fan and passed under the lantern, looking left and right from time to time, as if he was looking for someone.

The little yellow cat followed at his feet, occasionally sniffing here and there, a comfortable and lazy look.

Xiao Chengjue stopped, took out a letter from his arms, unfolded it under the lotus lamp, and wrote it clearly in black and white.

He and Gu Qin were originally in a life-and-death relationship, and he didn't expect to enjoy any Rausch flowers with that man, but he ......

In my mind, the girl's well-behaved appearance in a cloud-blue skirt and a pearl hairpin came to mind.

If she helped him testify and exonerate, she would definitely annoy Gu Qinyuan, right?

I don't know what happened to her now.

Xiao Chengjue pressed the uneasiness in his heart and put the letterhead back in his arms.

The little yellow cat seemed to be tired of walking, and barked loudly at his feet.

He hung the folding fan on his waist, bent down to pick up the little yellow cat, and the corners of his lips pursed into a smile like a spring breeze, teasing it: "Zhuzhu, if I marry a little mute, you don't have to be embarrassed about who to follow." ”

The little yellow cat bared its teeth and writhed uneasily in his arms.

……

It was a good night, and suddenly it rained.

The rain of the autumn night, the coolness of the people's bone marrow, endless, can not be stopped for a while and a half.

Fortunately, the two girls held a blackened yellow cloth umbrella on the wonton stall, and the two girls ate the wontons with peace of mind, the wonton soup was made of bones, sprinkled with some shrimp and shallots, and it was very fragrant.

Shen Miaoyan ate a bowl of wontons to the bottom, touched his round belly, and said with a smile: "It's really not in vain tonight, I will come to eat it tomorrow night." ”

Xie Tao was also finishing eating, wiped the corners of his lips, and looked at the rain curtain outside a little worriedly, "It's raining, Miaomiao, how can you help the eldest princess pick chrysanthemums?" ”

Shen Miaoyan patted his head, "Ah, I almost forgot about business!" ”

She looked at the long street, where the vendors were holding up paper umbrellas in front of their homes, and they had no intention of closing their stalls.

All kinds of lanterns exude a hazy halo in the rain curtain, the ladies and wanderers who come and go hold oil-paper umbrellas, there are plum blossoms painted on a white background, there are peonies embroidered on green oil-paper paper, the umbrella handles are all jade-like bamboo, occasionally the beautiful woman's sharp white chin occasionally emerges from under the umbrella, and the clogs make a sound in the rain, which makes the street market more and more poignant and dreamy.

She looked at it for a while and said with a smile: "The scenery here is unique, let's appreciate our son first, and then it's not too late to pick flowers." ”

Xie Tao also likes this beautiful scene, she saw a beautiful woman on the long street accidentally fell, but there was a scholar with a good dress who helped her in time, the night rain is boundless, the lanterns are brilliant, the talented and beautiful woman meet like this, it is about a beautiful fate.

The two innocent girls unexpectedly quieted down, sitting under a large yellow cloth umbrella and quietly enjoying the street scene.

……

The boy in Tsing Yi, who was holding a little yellow cat, stood under the eaves facing the street to shelter from the rain, and the rain wet the hem of his robe, blurring the deep and light water color.

He stretched out his hand, and his palm touched the cold liquid, and he was in a trance.

In the distance, there is a drama in the Goolan courtyard with heavy makeup and singing, which is the [Plum Blossom Wine] in the third fold of "Han Palace Autumn", and the handsome little student who plays the emperor has a tactful voice, "...... Return to Xianyang, cross the palace wall; Over the palace wall, around the cloister; Around the cloister, near the pepper room; Near the pepper room, the moon is dusk and yellow; The moon is dusk and yellow, and the night is cool; The night is cold, and the cold is cold; Weeping cold cockroaches, green screens; Green screens, don't think about it! ”

He listened carefully, the corners of his lips felt a little more chuckle, and he bowed his head to the cat and said, "Everyone in the world loves beauty, and I am no exception." It's a pity that the beauty has married another woman, no matter how much you think about it, I'm afraid it will be difficult to achieve your wish in this life. ”

The little yellow cat nestled in his arms, and when she heard this, she raised her front paw and scratched him.

Xiao Chengjue chuckled lightly and threw the letterhead in his arms at his feet, "That's it, let's go home." Although the house is lonely, it is also peaceful. ”

He asked the vendor next to him to buy a plain white paper umbrella, stretched it out, and walked along Taihe Street, all the way to Xiaofu.

Although it rained, the night market was full of people, and it was still bustling.

The young man wearing the mask of Shura, holding a black silk umbrella embroidered with blood-colored begonia pear blossoms, wearing a thin and light light steel short sword at his waist, dressed in white, pulled a pair of clogs, and walked slowly and methodically from the bright lanterns.

He and Xiao Chengjue staggered.

The handsome little student in the distance looked forward to it under the lights, and sang out in a straight voice, "Ah! I don't think about it, and I feel sad about a thousand tears. The picture of the beauty hangs in the sun tonight, and I offer it there, that is, I have a high fever and a silver candle to shine on the red makeup......"

The sound of rain lingers.

Xiao Chengjue lowered his head, and a thin and light light steel short sword was plunged straight into his lower abdomen.

The blood is sticky and thick.

The little yellow cat jumped out of his arms, bit the horn of his robe, and pulled desperately in one direction.

The plain white paper umbrella fell to the ground.

The young and handsome face gradually lost its blood.

The scene in front of him gradually blurred, he supported himself, followed the little yellow cat, and staggered towards the end of Taihe Street.

Rain snaked up from the bottom of the silk satin boots, wetting the azure satin robe.

His hands clutched tightly over the wound, blood oozing uncontrollably between his fingers, and he walked through countless lanterns until he finally came to the small wonton stand.

The little girl in the cloud-blue dress was sitting with her good sister in a brightly lit place, well-behaved and clever, smiling like a New Year doll full of blessings.

He looked at her through the rain, and his thin lips unconsciously hooked up a little doting arc.

That's how she should laugh.

A group of tourists came over with paper umbrellas, talking and laughing, and walked between the two.

Xiao Chengjue's gaze passed over those people, and he always stared at the girl's delicate eyebrows under the lamplight.

The scene in front of me finally faded into obscurity.

Blood oozed from the corners of his lips, and he shook his body and fell down with a smile.

In the market, the lanterns are bright and the sheng songs are prosperous.

The play of the Goolan Courtyard continues to sing: "...... The treasure hall is cool, and the people in the six palaces are quiet at night. A little cold lamp on the silver table, between the pillows, and in the sleeping place, the more I am lucky. Wanli Longting, know whose house he stays in, a spirit of true nature......"

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