Humming in such a hazy and happy way, Ji Hu sang almost all the Guanzhong ballads that suddenly came to his memory, and his mother had sung.

It wasn't until the battle in the palace tower started the fifth watch that he reluctantly left Gantang Forest with a body of autumn dew. Back in the palace dormitory, he sat in the courtyard in despair until the fog cleared, only to be discovered by the attendants who had gone out to look for him and returned disappointed.

Facing Zhao Bohu, Ji Hu almost muttered to himself: "That person must be a strange woman who is extremely intelligent, and I talked to her alone in Chaoge Bu Zhilou, and her voice is so beautiful that it is intoxicating, and so is the sound of the piano. Singing alone, she plays. Listening to the sound of the piano, it is like returning to the diving mansion, and the queen mother is always with the side of the time------

"The king doesn't need to say much, the ministers know it." Zhao Bohu Huo Ran got up: "The minister will arrange people to look for this woman in the mountains and forests of the royal family. Speaking of which, the wedding is still far away, and since the young girl has passed away, it is time for the king to have someone to serve him."

"Isn't the young father to blame the lonely?" Ji Hu staggered to his feet, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Young man, Mu Shaoai. Why is it strange?" Zhao Bohu Yingying smiled: "It's the minister who is neglected to observe the life of the king."

"Thank you, young father!" Ji Hu suddenly felt dizzy in front of him, and fell limply on the carpet.

"It's fine." Zhao Bohu shook his hand at Qi Zhong, who hurriedly came in and was frightened and overwhelmed, squatted down and tried Ji Hu's snort and forehead, then turned around and ordered, "The night is cold, and my heart palpitates and loses my mind. First cook a bowl of thick ginger soup, a ding of Ganoderma lucidum soothing soup, take it successively, and then place the king to rest on the couch. Decoction of another dose of cold and wind dispelling soup waits, and wait for the king to wake up and take it. Until I come again tomorrow morning, no one shall disturb the king in any way."

"No!" Qi Zhong replied with a panicked expression.

For a whole day, Zhao Bohu found nothing. I have searched the entire Luoyi City, and there is not a single woman who is good at divination, and all the wine shops and guest apartments have been asked one by one, and there are many people who play the piano, but none of them are good at singing. As for Gan Tanglin, it had already been rummaged over by Qi Zhong and them, where was there a figure?

I had no choice but to return the truth. As soon as I walked into the main hall of the palace, I entered the main hall, and the strong smell of herbs permeated me, and I called the old doctor to ask and replied that the king was taking the medicine and was recuperating on the couch. Zhao Bohu didn't ask any more questions, and silently entered the third entrance.

The bedroom was draped with floor-to-ceiling curtains, which were dark but distinctly luxurious, and there was no sound when stepping on the thick red carpet on the verandah, which made people feel dizzy.

The maid pushed open the middle door, and there was a large black screen horizontally inside, and around the large screen was the bedroom with the curtain hanging low. A huge stove burns red charcoal, and the whole bedroom is hot like a warm spring. Ji Hu was sitting in front of the couch with his long hair scattered and stunned, when he saw Zhao Bohu coming in, there was a drowning man grabbing a piece of driftwood in his eyes: "How is the young father-------?"

Seeing his expression like this, Zhao Bohu couldn't bear to suppress it, and said ruthlessly: "The king, the minister is incompetent, and he searched all over the city of Luoyi inside and outside the city, but he didn't find a woman as the king said. I don't think I'm in the city anymore!"

The light in Ji Hu's eyes went out instantly, and he muttered, "That's it, don't look for it. The Lynx King was once taken in by her, and if she searched for her with great fanfare, people thought they were going to arrest her and punish her, how could she dare to show up?"

"My lord, I have a fate to meet thousands of miles away, but I don't know each other on the other side. The so-called fate is all destined by heaven, and it is not human power. It's better for the king to prepare to return to Luan Ho Jing as planned." Zhao Bohu played.

Ji Hu sighed weakly, and his tone was sad: "But let it be arranged by the young father!"

"No!"

"Master, the apprentice has sent my junior sister out of Luoyi safely, and now I think I have gone to the south, and I can't catch up anymore!" In the guest room of the official office outside the palace, Chongli was talking back to his master Rong Yi.

"That's very good," Rong Yi's words were full of calmness and calmness in the control of everything: "In the Jianghan and Han Dynasty, something big is about to happen, and Wu Kui is going to lay the way, and it is the right time."

"Master, the apprentice has something unclear, and I ask the master to teach me." Chongli asked for advice.

"Do you want to ask, since King Xiao Zhou has a love affair with Wu Kui, why don't you strike while the iron is hot and leave her in the palace, right?"

"Exactly." Chongli didn't think twice

Suo: "Since Master's goal has been achieved, why don't you immediately send your junior sister into the palace to King Xiao Zhou's side? Instead, he sent her to Jianghan in one more move, could it be that the master had other plans?"

"You don't understand. First, because Jianghan also needs a person who can stand alone; Second, for the Son of Heaven, as long as the women in the world hook his hand, they are all his, and the easier it is to get, the less he will cherish it. He will only cherish what he has obtained through hardships and dangers, understand?"

"Master has no last resort, and the apprentice admires it."

The day of Zhou Li's Wang Ji Hu Hui Luan Ho Jing was set on the day of the Qingming solar term, and the willows on the road showed a wet green in the drizzle, and the carriages and horses of the palace hurried on the road in the drizzle. Early in the morning, Ji Hu worshiped the Fengxian Hall of the palace, and when he returned, he boarded the car and set off.

Wang Che Gong walked out of the gate of the palace, and Ji Hu was stunned - on both sides of the avenue inside and outside the palace suspension bridge, men, women and children stood together with brushes, and in the drizzle, there was no end in sight. Suddenly, Ji Hu's eyes were sour, tears welled up in his eyes, and one stood up on the wheel and said loudly: "You are all relatives of my surname Ji, Ji Hu has taken his leave!" Ji Hu will not forget the eastern capital of Luoyi, and will come back again—"

"Long live the king, long live—" A spring thunderous cry came out of the green field.

"Descendants! Lift the king's chariot and go on the road—" An old voice shouted, and the large group of elites in the drawbridge shouted, and the black pressure came over to lift the cart and take away the six horses, a "long live" shout, a tiger roar, and a bronze chariot weighing two thousand catties flickered on the shoulder.

The drizzle, the sound of the trumpet, the rain mixed with tears, Ji Hu's trembling heart field was submerged in the boundless green field.

It was the spring of 774 BC. Zhou Li Wang Jihu left Luoyi, the eastern capital of the Central Plains, and embarked on the long official road back to the royal capital of Haojing, and began a difficult and dangerous imperial road. At this time, there were still three years before his pro-government period.

Although Fanguo is not large, it is located on the main road between the Central Plains and the Jianghan region, and it has naturally become a metropolis where merchants gather. Merchants from all walks of life, rangers and beauties, skilled craftsmen and all kinds of frustrated officials have flocked in, and there are also Yidihu people living together, compared with other cities, there is another ocean of unbridled atmosphere.

Fanren is unrestrained and rude, coupled with the mixed customs of Yihu, and there are few taboos among the people of the government and the opposition, so they have won the favor of business travelers, and they have flocked to Fancheng to consume the rare luxury of life. In this way, the number of foreign guests has increased greatly, and all industries in Fancheng have expanded around the various consumption of tourists, and the first-class wine shops and restaurants and 100 workshops have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and at night, it is even more amorous.

On the night of the merchant house, where the aroma of wine and fat powder was mixed, a sealed wagon drove briskly out of the palace and headed straight for the center of the mall. There, in the distance in a sea of wind lanterns, three green buildings arranged in the shape of "product" are reflected, and three large wind lanterns are swaying high on the top of the building - Thousand Green Pavilion.

Ying Yuan drove the chariot slowly through an intersection, and as soon as he aimed the front of the car at the entrance of the Green Building Avenue, a yellow-clothed waiter immediately flew out of the sea of lights, smiling and waving to guide the chariot into the carriage and horse farm. After turning two rows of tall cars, I found a parking space that had just been vacated. Ying Yuan is skilled in the car, cages the reins of the horse, and walks the horse in broken steps, without advancing and retreating, and parking the two carriages properly.

"Foot master!" The waiter in yellow exclaimed, walked to the side of the car, opened the curtain, respectfully invited the adults to get out of the car, and knelt down to hold the pedal under the car. I felt that the black shadow in front of me flickered, and a figure wearing a black blur got out of the car, and the waiter got up and habitually tried to touch the guest's knees, but the other party dodged back, as if he didn't like to be touched by others. The waiter looked at the petite back of the guest, and was a little confused: Could it be a woman, except for catching a woman, but she has never seen a woman come to this green building, is she here to smash the field?

In confusion, Ying Yuan had already stepped forward and slapped a heavy cake gold into the waiter's palm. The waiter thanked the lord for the bounty, turned around and waved his sleeves outside the carriage and horse field, and two women in long skirts pushed a bamboo cart in the depths of the sea of lights and floated over, and helped the black gauze man into the car left and right, and leisurely entered the depths of the brightly lit courtyard.

"My lord, left and right?" The voice of the woman in the long dress was so sweet that it was intoxicating.

The black gauze man was silent, and Ying Yuan on the side replied, "Bitong."

building."

Women use color art to survive, since ancient times, this city green building is a private industry with women's color art as the main business. Because of the green bamboo building, people all over the world call these industries "green business", and the businessmen who do this business call "green business".

As everyone in Fancheng knows, the names of these three green buildings are different, and the consumption is also different. The front two green buildings hidden in the large bamboo forest stand side by side across the lake, numbered as Shuangshu Tower, divided into left Shu and right Shu. Zuo Shu raises beautiful women of all shapes, which means selling sex. The right lady gathers all kinds of singers, dancers and musicians, and is specially designed for elegant people to designate singing and dancing music to entertain guests, called performing arts.

The last small building, called Bitong Building, is a rather mysterious place, and the waiter never leads guests into this building unless they are invited to it.

Seeing that the black gauze guest was going to Bitong Building, the two green-clothed maids were doubly respectful, one pushing the cart leisurely, and the other swaying in front of the road, and never said a word again. The bamboo cart bypassed a large pond in the wind lanterns and stopped at the junction in front of a bamboo forest. The maid who led the way stopped and chanted, "I have a guest, drumming and blowing sheng."