The sun is setting, and the sunset is shining in the red sky.

Under the canopy, the earth was devastated, with wreckage, burning smoke, broken flags, and flowing blood.

There is no boundary between heaven and earth in an instant, and heaven and earth are the same color, all of them are dark red in blood, like purgatory on earth.

A bloodstained hand reached out from the ground, clutching her ankle tightly, hard, as if grasping at a life-saving straw, a broken voice, a desperate cry: "Help me...... Help me......."

Mu Jiu woke up from his dream suddenly, a pair of glazed eyes flashed with a hint of anger, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a bamboo forest outside the window, the green color instantly washed the dazzling blood red, and the eyes with faint ripples gradually softened.

There is no battlefield, no blood, she is still lying on the chair of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and her small courtyard is clean and peaceful.

The plain white slender hand covered his eyes, obviously he was no longer in a dream, but the picture just now was still clear and vivid.

There was a sound of footsteps coming, she put down her hand, the maid Weixue stood in the corridor outside the window, half of her face was wrapped in a veil, her big apricot eyes were worried about her, and her hands gestured to her: Are you okay?

Sign language, she's mute.

Mu Jiu shook his head slightly: "It's okay, I had a not very good dream." ”

The words fell and closed her eyes, her eyebrows were rare with a trace of exhaustion, she lay back on the chair, tilted her head slightly, her ink-colored hair poured down like a waterfall, only a little was pulled up, a peach hairpin on the hairpin, a slender waist, a pleated skirt spread out at will, two ribbons around the waist hung down, floating slightly with the breeze.

The breeze blows open the curtain, revealing her face, the fair skin is like a good white porcelain, no powder, clear and elegant, not amazing, peerless, but also has its own charm, eyebrows such as ink paintings, not dyed and daisy, delicate and small facial features, eyebrows are gentle and soft, with a bit of girl's unique greenness, looks extraordinarily delicate.

Weixue lowered her eyes, turned around and came in to make a pot of tea.

I smelled it from afar, it was a soothing tea.

Mu Jiu opened his eyes and smiled lightly: "You have a heart, go and get busy with you." ”

Wei Xue nodded and turned to leave, Mu Jiu sat up straight and came to the bed, she hadn't had a nightmare for a long time.

The effect of soothing tea is good, only smell for a while, the mood is a lot better, one hand supports the head, the other hand lazily holds the kettle to pour tea for himself, the whole body is full of a lazy and casual.

The eyelashes that are as long as butterfly wings flutter slightly, and a pair of clear glass eyes reflect the sunlight outside the window, like two gems glowing with brilliance, blinking slightly, a little mist is hazy, making people unable to see through the color under the eyes.

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In the middle of the unitary time, the sunset in the west mountain, the night falls, the bustling capital, the lights are on, and thousands of lights decorate the night, brightening the stars in the sky.

The most prosperous place at night is not more than the restaurant flower street, the beautiful red mansion girl leans on the railing and shakes her handkerchief against the railing, enthusiastically soliciting guests.

At the end of the bustling street, there is a flower building that is five stories high, different from the red and green gaudy next to it, but here it is based on light green cherry orchid, which looks extremely elegant.

Fengyue Building

Only talk about the wind and the moon, nothing to do with the wind and dust, here are all performers who do not sell their bodies, there are men and women, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs, dance, opera, gossip, everything.

You can talk about the world if you want to talk about the world or appreciate the skills, but if you do it, then I'm sorry, your name will be posted to the main hall of the Fengyue Building and hung for three days, laughing at the people of the world, unless you don't want to be faced, otherwise the people who enter the Fengyue Building will abide by the courtesy of a gentleman.

There is a saying in the capital to describe this Fengyue Street: drunk and lying on the wind and the moon are romantic, and the half-step red mansion is also indecent.

Therefore, this Fengyue Mansion is particularly loved by those princes and grandsons, and many nobles have confidants here, and they do not hesitate to spend a lot of money just for the beauty to smile.

The floors of Fengyue Tower represent identity, and each floor represents the skill of the Lingren and the degree of popularity, and the highest is naturally the most famous.

The room decorated with various orchids, elegant white tones, looks extremely elegant and quiet, this is one of the eight top brands of Fengyue Building, the room of Lan You.

Lan You is the most proficient, her piano sound is ethereal, like fairy music, which makes people calm and concentrate, but tonight her piano sound is a little unstable......

"Click, Click......."

Lan You couldn't bear it anymore, and turned his head to stare at the person who was lazily sitting on the chair: "I said, can you stop knocking melon seeds." ”

Listening to her play the piano but knocking melon seeds is so addictive, that's it.

Mu Jiu stretched out his hand to the melon seeds, and then grabbed a handful of pine nuts instead: "Shall I knock this way?" I said Lan You, your attitude is not good, if I were your guest, I would never give you a copper plate. ”

Lan You, a plain and elegant beauty who looks very elegant and cold, rolled her eyes very uncharacteristically, and her disgust was undisguised: "If you are my guest, you can't even enter this door." ”

As one of the eight top brands, she has the right to choose guests, who is chosen by her, which one is not with a heart of admiration, fascinated by her piano sound, but she met this enemy, a female doll comes to visit Fengyue Tower every day, even if she doesn't give money.

Mu Jiu came to Fengyue Tower every two or three days, and he didn't bring a penny, just listen to the sound of the piano in vain, and eat and drink, why did she think that this wrongdoer looked cute and teased, but now it's okay, she can't get rid of it.

It has been three years since the two of them met, Mu Jiu was only thirteen years old at that time, and he was dressed as a boy and brother at the Lantern Festival, looking handsome and cute.

Originally, I wanted to kidnap this little boy to come back to have fun, but where did I ever think that the little boy was not, although it was a girl's family, but it was worse than a boy.

Forget it, the sad past is unbearable, Lan You sat next to Mu Jiu with self-abandonment, reached out and grabbed a handful of melon seeds and knocked them with her.

Suddenly thinking of something, he came to Mu Jiu's side very gossipy: "Oh, do you know who the guests in the Zhuyun room are tonight?" ”

Mu Jiu stretched out two fingers against her head that was too close: "Where do I know, how?" Could it be that the noble daughter of which family is it? ”

Zhuyun is a thirty-year-old man, one of the top cards of Fengyue Building, he is the best at flute and chess, although he is already the age of an uncle, but the maintenance is excellent, the appearance is handsome and handsome, the temperament is calm, very charming, it is said that the emperor's sister Princess Huiyun, even if she is married, often comes here to chat and play chess with him, which shows that its charm is extraordinary.

"It's not." Lan You suddenly lowered his face and pretended to be scary: "It's Dingbei Hou." ”

Mu Jiu knocked two pine nuts before she matched the person, although she had never seen it, but she had heard of it, the legendary god of war, a prince known for his fierceness and cruelty.

He joined the army at the age of twelve, made war exploits at the age of thirteen, was already a famous major general at the age of fifteen, and at the age of sixteen, in a battle of 5,000 enemies and 20,000, everyone thought that he would be defeated, but he relied on strataggery and formation, captured tens of thousands of enemy troops, and captured the opponent's commander alive.

Three years ago, the Marquis of Dingbei relapsed and died, Xiao Junshu was not as good as the weak crown, everyone felt that this title must fall on the head of his uncle, but he didn't want him to single-handedly take the head of the other party's marshal in the enemy army, and returned with great military achievements.

Everyone thought that there was such a fierce man, he must be a reckless man who only knew how to fight, but when he came to the capital, the palace banquet was amazing.

There is a saying in Beijing that describes Xiao Jun's dreaming of his person: his wisdom is like a demon, his appearance is victorious, his body is jade, his behavior is like a cloud, his heart is like iron, his love is hard to find, if he looks back, he is a hero in the world.

Even if he spends most of his time in the military camp and is lonely and withdrawn, he can't stop the ignorant spring heart and infatuation of the girls in Beijing, but because he is difficult to see, it adds a mysterious heroic color, which makes people even more fascinated.

But this is just a description of him two years ago, and two years later, no one probably remembers his beauty or something, but his perverted methods are still fresh in people's minds.