Even if it's past midnight, even if it's late at night.

Lingzhou City is still brightly lit.

On the Qinhuai River, the thin horse prostitute boat, the turtle and the old bustard, this is the best time for them to operate, to and from the dignitaries, the peddlers and pawns, and always love to come here to drink a glass of wine on a busy day, and taste the taste of the little lady.

On the bank of the river, a luxurious golden silk nanmu carriage drove by, it takes three horses to pull, the wheels are inlaid with gold, and the roof of the shed is hung with silver bells, which is extremely luxurious, but so.

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

The old man in the car kept urging, and the horseman's whip was about to catch fire, and he whipped hard.

Pedestrians on the road consciously moved out of the way when they saw it from afar, and no one dared to make a mistake in this carriage.

All the way to the gate of Pinghu Villa without any obstacles, the next person immediately moved the steps and respectfully greeted the old Chitose to get off the carriage.

In the front hall, there have been three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, and several people are chatting with each other.

At this time, Cheng Xi, the little boy who couldn't speak, patted Xu Yue's shoulder and said:

"Later, Hiccup...... Let's ...... It's my brother, so I'm going to borrow it from you now, brother...... Borrow that gourd to take a look, is there a problem?! ”

Xu Yue has never been a stingy person, and even more so after drinking!

"No problem! This...... What is this, if so...... If I had a lady...... Brothers...... Brother, you know, I promise to send it immediately! ”

As he spoke, he untied the gourd from his waist and handed it to Xu Yue, and whispered:

"You have to be careful, there are seventy-two immortal slashing flying knives in this gourd!"

Cheng Xi "cut", opened the gourd stopper, looked in with wide eyes, but there was nothing, and after feeling bored, he threw it to Xu Yue casually.

"Huan'er, where is that old friend of yours?"

Everyone looked for prestige, only to see Cheng Lao Chitose striding towards them with the support of the servants. He received a message from the butler,

"The second lady brought back a close friend from Yuzhou City from outside the house."

When he heard the news, he hurried back.

Seeing the scene in the front hall, even if the old man was as serious as Cheng, he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Since two years ago, after hearing about the death of the only daughter of the Zhou family in Huainan, when did the Cheng Mansion have such fireworks.

The old man, supported by the servant butler, looked at everything in front of him and smiled with satisfaction.

"The younger generation Wei Zigeng sees the process and is a thousand years old."

The young man pulled the drunk Xu Yue with one hand, and came to the old man to respectfully salute the juniors, and Xu Yue on the side also made a salute that was not a rule.

Old Man Cheng smiled and patted the young man in front of him, with appreciation in his eyes.

"Sit, the two of you are friends invited back by my children, and they are my guests of Pinghu Villa, so you don't have to be polite in front of me, an old man."

In the middle of the moon, the drunken guest raised his glass three times. Staggered, wine comes to talk in front of the lamp.

Today's Cheng Mansion is drunk and resting.

Inside Gangnam Villa.

In the study room where the candle flame was flickering, Yang Nuying's only son sat in front of the bookcase, looking up at the moonlight outside the window, but his eyes had drifted to the clouds.

She is a very beautiful woman, even if she is over thirty years old, even if she is no longer in her prime, but the years seem to be unbearable to leave a trace on her face, fade away, and time gives her only the word "charm".

There was a knock on the door, accompanied by an old but breathing voice.

"Nuying, have you slept?"

Waking up from her thoughts, Yang Nuying wiped the tears that seemed to be absent from the corners of her eyes, stood up and tidied up her headdress and clothes, and walked straight to the door of the study.

"Dad, wait a minute, it's here."

With a "click", the door opened from the inside, and in the moonlight, a burly old man stood outside the door with a hint of a smile on his face.

He didn't seem to like to laugh so much that it looked very forced.

Welcoming the old man into the house, inviting him to the upper seat, and pouring tea for him, Yang Nuying appeared respectfully aside, and did not dare to exceed the etiquette.

Seeing his daughter like this, the old man sighed and pointed to the seat opposite, with guilt, self-blame, and unwillingness in his eyes.

Seeing the old man's signal, Yang Nuying pulled out the wooden chair and sat down with her head bowed, like a student waiting for her husband's reprimand.

"Alas, Nuying, you are my only daughter Yang Bofan, your brother is an official in the court and is in a high position, the Yang family's century-old foundation can only be pressed on you, after so many years, do you still hold a grudge against your father?"

Yang Nuying's cold face did not show a trace of joy, anger and sorrow, but shook her head slightly.

"Back then, you and Li Canglan were in love, if it weren't for your father blocking it, the position of the head of the family would actually be your brother, and it would also be possible for the two of you to enjoy the rivers and lakes."

Listening to the words of the old master of Yang's family, Yang Nuying's thoughts returned to twenty-seven years ago.

That year, Jiangnan Villa competed to recruit relatives, and Yang Nuying, who was holding a soft sword and green silk, became the most beautiful scenery in the rivers and lakes at that time.

That year, there was a person in Tsing Yi who fought with a sword, stepped on bamboo leaves and crossed the Taihu Lake, and he was indescribably graceful.

Tsing Yi Li Canglan and Green Silk Yang Nuying met for the first time.

"Hahaha, sure enough, the beauty increases the national color!"

On the ring, Li Canglan dismantled the fifty-three moves with his bare hands, and the last move was to snatch away the veil on Yang Nuying's face, and then left such a sentence and left in a dashing manner, leaving a very mountain-like figure in the rivers and lakes at that time.

In the same year, Li Canglan, who was in the middle of the rivers and lakes, withdrew from the rivers and lakes and became an official. Three years later, he resigned and reappeared in the rivers and lakes, but he fought a decisive battle in Yanyu Lane in the south of the Yangtze River, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Yang Bofan stood up, came to Yang Nuying, patted her shoulder and said.

"How can this matter be attributed to our family, if Li Canglan is willing to lower his head a little, even if it is for you, Nuying, he will not be forced into a madman by your brother, then he is a sword cultivator who is expected to achieve the immortal realm."

After speaking, the old man walked out of the study with his hands in his hands. For so many years, he has been here for more than ten years to persuade his only daughter, but it has backfired.

On the one hand, there is a lover, and on the other hand, the family's century-old rise and fall of glory and disgrace, handed over to the girl who was still in the age of peach and plum, but it was too heavy.

"Why don't I know? Even now, what can I choose? ”

Yang Nuying looked at the desk, stunned.

The moon hung high, and at the Jialing Gate in Lingzhou, a caravan was handed over to the guards of the city to clear the customs.

"What's in the car? It's so late and still in town? ”

The hundred households guarding the city took the road guide, looked at the young and elegant man in front of him, and knocked on the carriage covered with black cloth with the handle of his knife and said.

The young man understood, and immediately took out two silver tickets from his bosom and forcibly stuffed them into the hundred households.

"My lord, the student's family runs a ceramic business in Runan County, Qinzhou, and this time I went south to study and followed the family caravan to the south of the Yangtze River, which contained some porcelain fired at home, which is not a tribute, and when the students see the hard work of the soldiers, please drink."

As he spoke, the young man stuffed a silver ticket worth fifty taels into the arms of the hundred households guarding the city, and a silver coin of thirty taels into his hand, and took a step back and pulled the black cloth covering the carriage, revealing the porcelain paved with hay on the carriage.

Dali porcelain industry is particularly developed, which is also fired in Qinzhou Runan County of the Runan kiln celadon cracked flower glaze is famous throughout Dali, and even once became tribute porcelain, since the new Kangdi succeeded to the throne, the harem changed the extravagance, no longer allowed too much luxury porcelain into the palace, but this did not make the reputation of Runan kiln discredited, but because of the identity of the predecessor tribute porcelain, but it made the former reluctant to buy Runan porcelain literati willing to spend a sum of money to buy a trick.

And Jiangnan is particularly prevalent.

The hundred households guarding the city received the money, took a symbolic glance, and then nodded, signaling that they could be released.

Jianghuai and Huai are rich in the world, and merchants from all over the country have close trade exchanges, so it is difficult to be foolproof in relative public security control.

The elegant young man smiled and saluted the hundred households guarding the city, and beckoned the carriage procession to the inn in the city.

Under the moonlight, the corners of the elegant young man's mouth with peach blossom eyes rose slightly.

Huainan, Yuezhou City.

It has been nearly a month since Xu Yue followed Wei Zigeng to travel the rivers and lakes, and the facilities in the city destroyed by the Anxing army have already been completed under the joint construction of the army and the prisoners, and the Yuezhou City, which used to be densely populated, has finally been revitalized.

As always, they talked and laughed, leaving the fears of the day behind them.

In the dilapidated houses on the outskirts of the city, huge rice paper covered the entire wall, and Xu Yin's already thin body became more and more weak after the death of Old Man Xu, and now it looked particularly thin in front of this canvas.

He sat on a ladder, holding an inkstone in one hand and a pen in the other, his cheeks were thin, his lips were bloodless, but his eyes were extremely clear.

Looking at his state, Huo Dongchuan, who was lighting him on the side, said with concern:

"Brother Xu, you have been painting continuously for nearly twelve hours, and your body can't bear it."

In the previous twelve hours, Xu Yin never left the canvas except for adding water to the inkstone and the three urges.

Painting is a small way, and readers often refer to it as "partial door".

Since Xu Yin abandoned literature and painting, Huo Dongchuan would send him rice paper and brushes almost every day, and Xu Yin himself was extremely talented in painting, and his memory was particularly outstanding, so that he could keep in mind the scenery he had only seen once.

He was born to paint.

In the painting, everyone is busy with different expressions.

The pickers who walk the streets and alleys, the social fire juggling the rivers and lakes, the small bosses who shout and sell, the children playing on the street corners, the cats and dogs chasing in the alleys, all kinds of people and things, lifelike, and even the heat of the buns on the cage drawer are accurate, a lively and prosperous scene.

Xu Yin kept his eyes open, the brush in his hand kept coming, sketching the Yuezhou City in his eyes one stroke at a time, and said with a smile:

"Brother Huo, don't worry, I know my body, since I said that I will outline Yuezhou City for Old Man Xu, I must do it!"

Huo Dongchuan was helpless, his hand holding the oil lamp tightened a little, and there was a white ash altar on the offering table in the center of the broken temple, which was Old Man Xu.

"Brother Xu, you only go out once in half a month, how can you visit the entire Yuezhou City? Not to mention that it's still during the day. ”

Hearing this, the movements in Xu Yin's hand stagnated, and he turned his head and looked at Huo Dongchuan who was carrying a lantern on the side.

"Only at night, this Xiongcheng will reveal his true appearance, or a deeper appearance, for Brother Xu's picture scroll, I wonder if Brother Xu is willing to take a look at this real Yuezhou City with me?"

Xu Yin rarely went to the main city at night, which was his instinctive resistance. And Huo Dongchuan at this moment in front of him made Xu Yin a little rusty, just as he was not familiar with Yuezhou City, which had lived for twenty Chinese New Year's Eve.

Hazy, invisible.

After thinking for a moment, Xu Yin slowly climbed down the wooden ladder and put away the pen and inkstone, while Huo Dongchuan extinguished the oil lamp and followed Xu Yin to the main city.

Although the former looked weak, he strutted forward, while the latter deliberately kept a distance from him, but the thin Xu Yin didn't notice it.

Before leaving, he glanced back at the scroll, which covered the entire wall, and there was a hint of excitement in his eyes.

"I wonder what kind of addition can I make?"