The weather in Luoyang is fine, with clear sky and white clouds. The quaint bluestone pavement, the weaving shops, and the bustling flow of people. In Tang Sanniang's short years in the capital, she has already deeply liked this place.

She is famous here for her peerless fame. She loves the beauty of L.A., Kyoto, just as people love her beauty. Under the warm winter sun, she wandered happily on the streets of Los Angeles. She suddenly felt that she was here, and she had gained a lot in this capital that everyone in the world was fascinated by. Step by step, she is approaching the top of her life.

The elegance of Tang Sanniang is peerless, and everyone in the capital knows it. Those princes and nobles, romantic and talented people all want to make friends with her, even if they have a cup of tea together. Here her vanity was greatly satisfied.

People are complex animals, especially women's feelings, and men can never guess it. Tang Sanniang is a goddess-like and enigmatic existence for many men.

Tang Sanniang didn't know what the shortcomings were in her heart. She is like a flower, beauty, wealth, status. There is no shortage of men around her. But Tang Sanniang didn't look down on these men. She knew that her association with these people was nothing more than an exchange of interests for each other. It's just a trade between the flesh and the lust for power and materialism. What she needs is the kind of pure love that makes her fall in love at first sight. Where is the man who is obsessed with her, and who is also in love with her?

She was stunned. Huge Kyoto, vast sea of people. Where is he? She was still unwilling.

Walking and walking, there was a group of people in front of him. Oh, and there was a crowd of people in front of a rouge shop. It's so beautiful! It's so well drawn! It's so beautiful! The constant applause and cheers attracted her. She stepped forward. I saw a young man in white in the crowd, holding a brush and painting. A woman in the painting said to the people around her while painting: This is the goddess in her heart! His painting skills are very good, and the woman in the painting is very beautiful. In the end, he said to the audience: Look, the image I painted doesn't look like Tang Sanniang? It's too similar! It's so beautiful! Tang Sanniang saw that the woman in the picture was herself.

With Tang Sanniang's fragrant breeze coming, Tang Sanniang stood in front of the painting with Nana. As soon as the boy turned around, he saw Tang Sanniang. Surprised, he really didn't expect Tang Sanniang to appear here at this moment. He couldn't have imagined that Tang Sanniang was even more beautiful than what he painted. The bright eyes and bright teeth, the beautiful neck, and the beautiful suffocating face made him even more stunned by Tang Sanniang's innate, noble, and faint charming smile.

Tang Sanniang also looked the young man up and down. This young man is dressed in white, with a handsome face and a slender figure. There is also an elegant temperament that is elegant. For a person like Tang Sanniang who has been walking in the rivers and lakes for a long time, such a man is too unique, and he has that pure taste. Between maturity and youth, elegance and boldness, an indescribable feeling.

The moment the four eyes met, the man smiled slightly, and said to Tang Sanniang: I don't paint well, I don't look as good as you. As he spoke, he wanted to put away the painting. The onlookers were already shouting at this time. Tang Sanniang is really peerless, and her name is well deserved! Tsk, tsk, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. The first beauty of our Luoyang City!

At the same time as the boy put away the paintings, the crowd stood up and several aristocratic sons paid money to buy his paintings. One said, "I'll give you thirty taels of silver!" and the other said, "Give me this painting, and I'll give you fifty taels."

Childe said, this is my goddess, I like her, it's not a matter of gold or silver. As he spoke, he rolled up the painting.

Tang Sanniang had a strange feeling in her heart at this time, as if the surface of the lake that had been frozen for many years was beginning to melt. Her long-sealed heart for men is gradually being opened. She couldn't help but step forward and said to Childe: You have drawn so well, can I invite you to a glass of wine? When Childe heard this, a bright smile spread out on his handsome and sunny face. Please, as if he had misheard, he asked again. Tang Sanniang said quietly: Yes, please!

The two came to Xiaoxiang Building on Chunqing Road, went to the restaurant, and asked for a private room to drink. Tang Sanniang saw that this son was personable and elegant. Gongzi felt that Tang Sanniang had an indescribable beauty of elegance. Childe's surname is Bai Mingshengyu. It turned out that this Bai Shengyu was born in a family of eunuchs in the south of the Yangtze River, and he has been practicing literature and martial arts since he was a child, proficient in poetry, and cultivating both literature and martial arts. The more the two talked, the more speculative they became. It is quite a sense of seeing each other and hating each other.

Life is so strange, most of the so-called fate comes from an accident at some point. For example, a chance encounter, accidentally looked at it more, listened to it more. Tang Sanniang couldn't calm down for a long time at the moment.

There seems to be a slight fluctuation. This son couldn't help but hold Tang Sanniang's hand and said affectionately: It's good to know you!

For a couple of men and women who are in love, the time spent together always flies. It soon became dark. Bai Shengyu, Bai Gongzi took Sanniang's hand, and said emotionally: You are the only woman who has lived in my heart so far, the eternal goddess! Walking to the most prosperous night market street, on North Street, Gongzi came to a shop dealing in jade from the Western Regions, and carefully selected a pair of earrings for Tang Sanniang. Hang it on Sanniang's ear with your own hands. looked at Sanniang and said: You are the most beautiful woman in the world!

Tang Sanniang returned home, and it was inevitable that she would stay all night. Bai Shengyu was the same, tossing and turning. The lover complains about the night, and he is lovesick at night.

The taste of acacia is bitter and sweet. It is with hope and longing.

The pace of spring is getting closer and closer, and the taste of the year is getting stronger and stronger. Tang Sanniang got up from the bed and stood in front of the window, she was still reminiscing about yesterday's encounter and knowing each other. The white boy in white clothes who wins the snow. At this time, the crisp sound of horses' hooves sounded outside the door, and Tang Sanniang followed the reputation. Seeing that it was a group of officers and soldiers chasing an old man, the officers and soldiers held leather whips and whipped at the old man, shouting while beating: Let you block the way of the master, let you block the way of the master. The old man begged bitterly: Don't smoke, suddenly, he rode a white horse from behind, rushed over and grabbed the whip of the officers and soldiers, and shouted angrily: Don't bully others! At the feet of the Son of Heaven here, there is no king's law! When the officers and soldiers saw that this man was upright, they scolded and left in a huff. Tang Sanniang saw that the person who came was Bai Shengyu. I was so happy.

Bai Shengyu asked Tang Sanniang to go to the eastern suburbs together. The bell of the Horse Temple in the eastern suburbs is one of the eight beauties of the capital. It is a royal temple with a lot of pilgrims. The two entered the temple, but saw that the pine was like a cover, and the Sanskrit sound was lingering. Good men believe in women, and the flow of people is like weaving. Suddenly, a familiar figure passed by Tang Sanniang.