The fastest thing in the world is not people, but the wind,

A wind rises from the flat land of Liangzhou in the north,

Scraped thousands of miles to the south,

The wind whistling always with a whisper or a low whimper, people in the rivers and lakes like to call it the wind news, the wind with the wind always spreads very fast, the rivers and lakes are above the court, and the rivers and lakes are outside the court, the two seem to be far apart but inseparable, if the wind in the rivers and lakes plus the shadow of the changes all over the field, then it will spread faster.

Chasing after the wind and shadows also comes from this,

But the wind is really too strong at the moment, those rivers and lakes wind media, Mr. Storyteller can even look at the solid black shadow in the wind from a long distance, everyone knows that the sky of this Daqing is going to change.

In a matter of days,

The cloth-clothed swordsman slashed through the mountains and rivers with a sword,

300,000 iron horses from Liangzhou in the north rode into Humen,

These two pieces of news have spread all over the country, and even the towering walls of Shangjing City can't stop the wind and blow into the city.

For a time, the people in the city were boiling, and everyone was in danger.

The vernal equinox has passed,

and even Qingming,

It's a rainy season,

It rained lightly in the capital again,

Although it is Qingming, the people have always had the truth that spring rain is as expensive as oil, but there is no joy in the city, just a gloomy and bleak scene.

With Yongle Street as the central axis, the entire Shangjing City is divided into 1080 square districts, 491 streets and alleys of all sizes, and now there are indeed few pedestrians, only occasionally someone burns yellow paper under the eaves of the street corner.

The curling green smoke rises, and is disturbed by the cold raindrops,

I don't know if it's burned with the ancestors, or with the rest of myself?

Only the place of fireworks and willow lane is still densely populated, and the sound of glamour is endless, and there is no trace of sadness.

Shangjing North Gate, Pingkangfang,

There is a saying in ancient books, Pingkangli, enter the north gate and return to the east of the three songs, that is, the gathering of prostitutes. There are prostitutes who are Zheng Zheng, mostly in Nanqu and Zhongqu. It follows the wall for a song, and the despicable prostitute lives, and it is quite despised by the second song. In the middle of its southern curve, the front of the door leads to the cross street, and there are more people who have just entered the pavilion. The residents in the second song are all spacious and quiet, each has three halls, planting flowers before and after, or there are strange stone basins and ponds left and right. The curtain of the chapel, the curtain of the mattress and so on. All prostitutes are privately owned.

The workshop is divided into three songs,

Beiqu Goolan tile houses are blooming everywhere, that is, you may be able to meet a half-hidden door with bare breasts at the mouth of the alley, or a red tent set up by a woman in the Western Regions, a place for the poor sour people who are lonely and unbearable in the upper city and can't find a few taels of silver in their pockets to get drunk and linger.

Zhongqu and Beiqu are the places where dignitaries and nobles in the city often go, and they are the famous gold caves in the entire Shangjing City, and they are also the most unaffected Fang District in the entire Shangjing City.

Pingkangfang, Nanqu,

Zheng Zheng Huqin, mournful pipa, echoing in the sky.

Whether it is the rain in the Qingming Festival, or the black clouds that overwhelm the city and want to destroy it, it is not half a point to this glamour sound, if it is at night, it is the countless lights of the flower boats, and there are men and women laughing between the carved beams and paintings.

The most famous in the southern song of Pingkangfang is the newly opened drunken immortal residence, which was originally closed for a long time and reappeared in Shangjing City a few days ago.

For a time, it attracted countless literati and writers, and the limelight was incomparable.

"Hearing everyone, the explanation of the hundred commanders has been completed, and now His Royal Highness has passed through the Humen, should we temporarily avoid the limelight, now the wind in the city is full of soldiers, I am afraid that it will displease some people in the palace and ruin the lives of the sisters in the building. ”

Drunken Immortal Ju on the second floor, I heard that everyone was looking at the lights of the ten thousand homes in this Pingkang Fang and was a little distracted, and a small group next to him bent over respectfully to report, as the second-in-command of the Liangzhou Spy Division, after leaving Liangzhou, everyone handed over all the channels to Bai Xiaosheng without the slightest hesitation, and he also went to Beijing in person, so it can be said that some time ago there was a lot of the situation in the capital because of the credit of everyone in front of him.

"No need!"

"In any case, the Drunken Immortal Residence was first established in this Pingkangfang, and now His Highness's horseshoes have gone south to break the city, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to see such a drunken scene for a long time. ”

"That's it, that's it......"

Hearing that everyone looked at the hall and was drunk, the high-ranking officials and rich children of the court sighed, and there was some confusion in their eyes, but more firm, in Beiliang City, since the moment His Royal Highness stepped on the threshold of the Drunken Immortal Residence, he knew that he would always see this day with his own eyes, but he didn't expect this day to come so quickly.

"Let also let the sister of the drunken immortal residence,"

Hearing that everyone paused, and finally sighed softly,

"Sing the last song for this Daqing Dynasty. ”

After speaking, I heard that everyone was not talking much, but the eyes were a little blurred, and there was a letter in his hand that had been lightly opened, and if he looked closely, he saw that there were several crosses sprinkled on it, just a poem, which was handed to him by His Royal Highness when he handed over the dragon robe.

The man chuckled before leaving,

If you hear that everyone has entered the capital, and you happen to meet my 300,000 iron horsemen in Liangzhou, you can start it in person, and you will know why the surname Xu should come to sit in these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

I didn't think it was true at the time, but now I realize that it wasn't nonsense.

In the hall, it was very lively,

Just because today is the day of the election of the Oiran by the Drunken Immortal Residence, it happened to overlap with the news of the closure of the Tiger Gate, I thought that there would be very few, but who would have thought that the huge hall would be full.

"The fairy girl is here!!"

"Fairy girl, it's really fairy girl!"

Just when everyone was concentrating, the hall exploded, a snow-white scarf fell from a height, and a beautiful figure floated along the scarf to the high platform of the hall.

"My good man, this steamed bun is so white, so big!"

A rich prodigal kid pinched the white-flour steamed bun in his hand and laughed out loud.

"If my family has such a wife, wolfberry bibimbap will be difficult to treat!"

There was a merry man muttering to himself.

"It's a technical job, it's rewarded!"

Countless children of Shangjing applauded.

meanwhile

Countless red cloths were thrown to the high platform, and the silver wrapped in them was white flowers, which was the usual way of rewarding the Qinglou, and the dignitaries on the second floor were also on a whim, untying the jade pendant around their waists and throwing it on the high platform.

"Miss Su Xian'er, she is really as beautiful as a fairy!"

"When I went out this morning, my old man had to stop him, saying that what kind of thief had entered the customs, and the city was uneasy, but fortunately, the master didn't listen, otherwise he would have to miss the opportunity to see the true face of the fairy girl!"

A boy laughed out loud!

"That is, what does it have to do with us whether the Humen Gate is broken or not?"

"When the sky falls, there is a tall man on top of it, how can he really hit the capital if he breaks through the Humen Pass with his Liangzhou Iron Horse?"

Someone else responded.

"Du Danhua is dead, and he is also a ghost, even if he comes to the city, what if he is in the city?"

"Wouldn't it be a hundred times happier to die on the belly of a fairy girl than to die under the knife of that thief?"

Someone quipped, and for a moment the room burst into laughter.

Hearing that everyone just watched quietly,

Daqing's backbone literati are all dead?

How can there be such a bunch of pickled people left!

Even the attic where the high-ranking officials of the court sat on the second floor was also silent and only drank silently, they knew the situation in the world better than these boys, and they were also more sad, what way to do it except to drink to drown their sorrows?

Like Chen Wenzhi in the Northland, the horse leather shroud?

Don't mind,

I am used to sitting in a sedan chair, I can't ride a horse, and I can't lift a knife.

Like the sacrificial wine outside the gate, the festival of righteous death?

Don't mind,

bumped into the iron horseman, who was like thunder, and was not so frightened that he was so scared that he had already burned high incense when he peed his pants.

As for lying on the palace gate like Qin Xiang?

Don't do it,

The old man's body is not good, and he overworks every night, and he is afraid that he will die if he can't live for a few days.

It's better to come to the Drunken Immortal Residence to relieve the gloomy clouds.

"Hand this poem to Xian'er. ”

Hearing that everyone looked at the Yanqu in their hands a little distracted, they looked back carefully and looked at the second poem but felt that their brains exploded, and they couldn't speak for a long time, and they were stunned for a long time, and finally handed it over to the little girl and went downstairs.

"Miss Xian'er, this is everyone's explanation. ”

The little cat walked up to the high platform and handed over half a piece of paper.

"Save!"

Miss Su Xian'er took half of the piece of paper, a little puzzled, but after seeing the poems on it, a touch of red glow flew up, and her cheeks were slightly red, and this appearance caused a sound of inhalation below.

"The slave family is not talented, today I will present a song to cheer you up!"

The fairy girl stood up and saluted,

There was a sound of pipa on his side, and the sound of glamour was around,

Miss Su Xian'er danced and said softly;

Liyu Fanglin is on the high pavilion, and the new makeup is glamorous.

Yinghu Ning Jiao didn't go in at first, and greeted him with a smile when he came out.

......

The tulle slipped off the fragrant shoulders and half exposed, the pretty face was like the wild goose after the spring rain, the red fluttering face and the white yarn on the body reflected each other, and the dance was high and turned low.

The face of the enchantress is like a flower with dew, and the jade tree shines in the backyard.

The flowers do not bloom for long, and they fall red and fall all over the ground and return to silence.

When the song fell, the whole house was speechless!

After a stick of incense, the applause was thunderous!

"Miss Xian'er, I don't know if this song is famous?"

There is a literati who opened his mouth and said, he has never seen such amazing poems in the place of wind and snow for many years, especially the last sentence of the flower blooming and falling for a long time, and the red and all over the ground are lonely, which makes the people in this road uneasy.

"This song is called "Yushu Backyard Flower"!"

"Who wrote this song?"

Someone below spoke.

"Slaves, I don't know!"

The fairy girl couldn't help but smile dumbly at the crooked handwriting on the paper, and she didn't know what kind of talent could write such poems, and she was also more and more curious about the remaining half of the paper.

"Dare to ask everyone, where did this song come from?"

Seeing that the fairy girl couldn't answer, everyone's eyes fell on Wen everyone, after all, the paper just now was handed out by her, and there was still half of it in her hand.

"It was made by someone surnamed Xu. ”

Hearing everyone's voices falling, the needles in the field can be heard, after all, this surname is too sensitive at the moment.

"It can't be the thief's doing, right?"

"Hahaha......"

"That thief only knows how to kill people with a knife, can An have such a literary style?"

Someone laughed loudly, diluting the solemn atmosphere in the hall.

There was a firelight, and the remaining half of the paper was lit in the hands of everyone, the handwriting was swallowed by the tongue of fire, and a poem that had been passed down through the ages was turning into dust and falling to the ground.

The smoke cage is cold, the moon is long, and the sand is long, and the night is close to the restaurant in Qinhuai.

The merchant girl doesn't know the hatred of the country, and she still sings the backyard flowers across the river.

Depressed and frustrated, singing and sighing three times.

Who can hear everyone's whispers?

Hearing that everyone leaned on the platform alone, there was an iron horse glacier into a dream, and the horse's hooves stepped on the pipa strings to break.

In the hall, the glasses are still being pushed and the wine is raised.

The sister of the drunken immortal residence presented the last song for this Daqing early dynasty.

......

Outside the gate of the capital,

A young Taoist priest rode a green ox into the city,

The old green ox stepped down,

There are waves of water that swing away,

There is a bell that rings softly,

There is a rune paper on the ground,

Behind him, thousands of Zhenwu Mountain Niubi Lao Dao was dressed in a loose robe, with a peachwood sword on his waist, his expression was solemn, looking at this towering Shangjing City Tower and sighing to himself, all Taoist priests obeyed the mandate of heaven, but now they really have to go upstream, how ridiculous?

More than a month ago, the world was surrounded,

Zhenwu Mountain's own heavenly master went to Qingxia to do the way for the sky,

But in the battle of Qingxia was killed by the thief, and now Liangzhou is as lucky as a dragon, but his own Zhenwu Mountain has been firmly tied to the stormy wooden boat of the Daqing Dynasty, and it is too late to get off the boat, so he has to be brought into Beijing by the little Taoist priest with a mountain of extremely high rank, and compete for that trace of luck.

"Little Master, are you really sure to defend the capital this time you go down the mountain?"

After entering the city and looking at the gloomy and bleak situation in the city, he remembered that the 300,000 Liangzhou iron horsemen who had entered from the Humen Pass only felt bitter, and the old Taoist priest had to ask the little Taoist priest on the green cow.

"Not sure. ”

"But do we have a choice?"

The little Taoist priest laughed softly, turned over and fell, and there were runes looming in every step of the green ox, but after a few breaths, dozens of runes landed and finally dissipated in the spring rain.

"When Uncle Shi came down the mountain, he was bent on making Zhenwu Mountain the state religion. ”

"A few days ago, the holy decree has arrived, and my Zhenwu Mountain has become the state religion of the Daqing Dynasty, and I have also counted a knot in my uncle's heart. ”

Dozens of runes fell to the ground in the rain and spontaneously combusted, the runes were hidden in the bluestone, and the end was supernatural, but the original ruddy complexion of the little Taoist priest also became pale, and the thousands of Taoist priests on the surrounding Zhenwu Mountain were also secretly sad.

"But if the city is broken......"

The old Taoist priest of Zhenwu Mountain wanted to speak and stopped.

"Since it is the state religion, it is natural to rest with the country!"

After speaking, the little Taoist priest didn't say much, raised his feet and walked to the city, the capital is very large, four hundred and ninety-one streets and alleys are very long, and he still has countless talismans that need to be laid down before he can form a formation.

As for whether you can block it, you have to try it to know.

As for whether it makes sense to block it, I don't know.

Looking down from the sky, thousands of Taoist priests on Zhenwu Mountain began to wander in the streets and alleys of Shangjing, a pile of talismans disappeared in their hands, countless runes were hidden in the bluestone that had been stepped on the ground, and the connotation of Zhenwu Mountain for hundreds of years was buried in Shangjing, and the great hand of the sky was a great gesture to reach 300,000 Liangzhou iron horses with a city as a array.

"In the middle of the night, watch out for the candles!"

"In the middle of the night, watch out for the candles!"

The voice of the watchman sounded in the city,

There are Taoist priests with talismans in their hands and they are arrayed in the city.

During the Qingming season, spring rain falls and green smoke rises.

I don't know if it's a talisman or a yellow paper?

......

Following

Yongle Long Street,

Outside the palace gate, Qin Qingtang lifted the wet bedding on his body,

Looking back,

The scarlet palace gate has been opened,

Counting the days, it is almost time to go to the capital from Humen Pass.

Pro?? It's the last time I've been to the court, why are you still getting up late?

"People are old, useless!"

Qin Qingtang straightened out the crumpled court clothes on his body and walked in the direction of the Taihe Palace, the soles of his boots were slightly cool on the waterlogged bluestone, and he looked at the vermilion palace gate from a distance, and the patent leather fell off after being soaked in water, and it turned out that it had rotted inside.

The sky is not yet clear,

The early dynasty has begun,

When Qin Qingtang, who was drenched, stepped into the Taihe Palace, all eyes fell on him.

Qin Qingtang looked up, and saw that Her Royal Highness Princess Li Yan, who was high-spirited and commanding in the past, was leaning on the edge of the dragon chair decadently, and the subtleties of her Dahua long skirt had been wrinkled, and her whole face was bloodless except for her bright red lips.

"Prime Minister Qin, the envoys sent to Daqi have already left the city. ”

Li Yan looked at Qin Qingtang, who was as square as a withered tree, and said softly.

The atmosphere on the field was quiet for a long time,

"Minister, I know. ”

Without the expected scolding, and even without a trace of ups and downs in his tone, Qin Qingtang just stood quietly in the ranks, and there were still droplets of water dripping on the Taihe Hall on his body, and there was an extremely subtle sound.

"Ceded the sixteen counties of the southern land, and the Qi State sent troops. ”

"I hope it's still too late!"

Li Yan said word by word,

His eyes swept over the ministers below and lowered their heads,

didn't say a word, but it was obvious that the look was indeed relieved.

"Qin Xiang, the main hall ......"

Li Yan looked at Qin Qingtang and stopped talking.

"Hmm!"

Qin Qingtang nodded imperceptibly,

He turned around and walked outside the Taihe Palace.

"Qin Xiang, the main hall doesn't know if this capital can hold up until Daqi comes to help, and I hope that Qin Xiang will help Your Majesty in many matters in the city!"

Qin Qing never turned around, his face was expressionless, and there were water stains imprinted on the vermilion carpet, leaving a series of footprints, and went out of the hall.

"Lord Qin!"

"Qin Xiang!"

"Gong Qin!"

Countless courtiers also opened their mouths to persuade them.

"Qin Xiang, when my father was alive, he said that one day when Qin Xiang was there, the position of the emperor would be stable. ”

"Is Qin Xiang going to leave me now?"

A slightly immature child's voice sounded in the Taihe Palace, faintly crying.

Qin Qingtang paused,

When I look back, I have already burst into tears,

"If Liangzhou Iron Horse breaks the city!"

"Old minister, you should be the gate of the palace of death!"

The whole old man knelt on the ground, and after a meticulous salute, he no longer hesitated to stride towards the outside of the Taihe Palace, everyone only felt that his figure had an indescribable depression, and there were hundreds of Gonggong princes in the Ming and Ming Dynasty, but when he stepped out of the Taihe Palace, it seemed that there was no one in the hall.

......

A glimmer of light rose from the horizon between heaven and earth,

There are countless spring thunders,

The city wall of Shangjing City is reflected in the eyes of Liangzhou Iron Rider little by little,

The red-clothed and black-armored Liangzhou iron horsemen are overwhelming,

Xu Xian stood on his horse,

"Your Highness, please, remove your armor!"

Bai Xiaosheng respectfully knelt down in front of Xu Xian with a black python robe, and looked closely at each golden thread, which benefited from the black robe.

The cold armor on his body has been taken off,

"Shangjing, I'm here. ”

The young man changed into a black and gold python robe, wore a sting sword and a vernal equinox knife at his waist, and looked at the towering city wall from afar.