Approaching the Shangyuan Festival, Jiankang is already lively.

On the night of the Shangyuan Dynasty, the lights of the entire capital city were constantly lit up all night, all kinds of lanterns were dazzling, and the building boats carrying huge lanterns slowly sailed across the Qinhuai River, attracting the children on the shore to run and cheer.

The beautiful scenery of Shangyuan Night should be a good time to talk about love.

An elaborate painting boat slowly passes under the arched bridge.

The smell of wine fills the boat.

Lang Jun, who is dressed in white and snowy, sits lazily on the bamboo mat with the three-stringed piano in his arms, his slender and bony fingers are carelessly plucking the strings, and the music is as calm as water, lining the bustle and hustle and bustle along the coast, and there is a kind of freedom and ease hidden in the city.

Pei Daozhu sat with him across the low case.

Her white and delicate fingertips pinched a small celadon wine cup, and her cheeks were red, obviously because she had drunk too much.

Her long eyelashes were half-drooping, and the afterglow was always on his fingers.

After some time, she put down the small wine cup and gently held his hand.

The music stopped.

Xiao Heng raised his eyes to look at her.

The girl's Danfeng eyes were as red and moist as rouge, and she stared at him for a long time before she said softly: "Tomorrow, you will lead the army to the battle...... When it reaches the battlefield, these hands can no longer play the harp, it will hold the sword, and it will be stained with blood and human life......"

All elegance will be overshadowed by the brutality of war.

Pei Daozhu suddenly laughed: "However, this is your fate. ”

Just as he broke through Luoyang City in his previous life, in this life, he will also turn into the sharpest sword of the Southern Dynasty, and pierce the throat of the enemy with an indomitable attitude.

Pei Daozhu stepped forward on his knees and raised his hand around his neck.

She raised her head and kissed his chin and lips: "Xiao Xuance, I'll wait for you to come back......"

The girl's kiss is as tender as water, with the fragrance of fat powder, even the most heartfelt Lang Jun in the world will be melted by this kiss.

Xiao Heng silently clasped the back of her head.

His eyes were dark and dark, and the kiss slowly deepened.

The wine and food on the low table were already cold, the wine cup was poured, and the precious wine dripped, staining the robes of the two of them.

Pei Daozhu suddenly bit him on the shoulder.

Tears rolled silently from the corners of her eyes.

Fishy blood filled her mouth, and she frowned, as if she was enduring her reluctance in this way.

"I'll be back soon, I promise ......"

Xiao Heng lowered his head and kissed her eyebrows, and made an agreement in a dumb voice.

The boat slowly drove downstream until it reached the depths of the south of the city, away from all the hustle and bustle.

A row of fringed lanterns hanging on the side of the boat swayed, the lights were hazy and ambiguous, and the bamboo curtains were blown by the wind, and two lingering figures could be faintly seen.

In Jiankang City, countless Lang Jun who are about to go to the battlefield are saying goodbye to their families.

As the night deepened, the lights on the night gradually dispersed.

The city was quiet, with only the sound of the flute and a round lone moon in the sky.

……

Early morning.

The boat floats in the depths of the lake.

The cold wind blew into the bamboo curtain, which was slightly cool.

Pei Daozhu lay on the soft couch and slowly opened his eyes.

She reached out and touched the depths of the soft couch, and sure enough, she was the only one left on the couch, and there was no longer his temperature.

He went to war......

Pei Daozhu sat up slowly, raised his hand and rubbed the corners of his forehead, and then calmly arranged his clothes and bun.

When Pillow Star and the maids came on another painting boat, Pei Daozhu was already fully dressed and was sitting at the stern of the boat in a daze.

"Madame!" Pillow Star hurriedly picked up Pei Daozhu and took her to the painting boat, "The county prince is gone?" ”

Pei Daozhu bowed: "When I left, it was about dawn, and I didn't wake up from a hangover, so I didn't notice it." ”

Pillow Star waited for her to have breakfast, and when she saw her normal complexion, she couldn't help but wonder: "Aren't you reluctant to give up the county prince?" ”

Pei Daozhu lowered his head and drank porridge: "It's not that you can't come back, how can you be reluctant?" ”

seemed to be calm and self-controlled, but the end note was choked up.

Tears quietly rolled down her cheeks and fell into the rice porridge.

The dog man......

There's always a way to make her cry.

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Good night duck