Lincheng Ink Chapter 125: The Dream of the Rivers and Lakes is Broken

Li Yunhong's face did not change when he was scolded, but he was even more joking. He slapped it casually, and his altar daughter red rose from the table, and with his right hand, he brought the mouth of the altar to his mouth.

Take a few sips and enjoy yourself.

"Happy! Yinuo, today my brothers and I just have to drink. Out of this door, you are the king, I am the minister, you are in the temple to guide the country, I will kill and bury you in the rivers and lakes. โ€

Zhu Yinuo couldn't wait to have the long sword in his hand, and the sword spoiled Li Yunhong's stinky mouth.

"You also complain about me, in my life Li Yunhong, except for the eldest brother, you are such a brother. I, Li Yunhong, want to be a high-ranking official and want to move the world. I'm fucking, I don't want to fuck in this bloody storm, you know?"

Somehow, Li Yunhong's tone began to be sad, and his eyes were rosy when he said they were ruddy. He took a few more sips of wine, wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, and sat down on the bench against the wall as he had done before.

He swayed his legs and began to read long poems leisurely.

Wake up and flowers,

Drunk also among the flowers.

Greedy for half a life of idleness,

The temples and rivers and lakes are far away.

100 days of liquor,

Haoran chest.

Let the world laugh,

Wine sword fast horse,

Overnight at safflower.

Hold a book,

Hold a sword,

Walk and think,

Sit and think.

The words fell, the altar was held high, the wine fell, half of the entrance and half of the face and clothes were wet.

Hurry up, hurry up, the wine jar flew up and landed, the broken sound shocked the guy, and made the shopkeeper wonder, what kind of wind is this guest today?

Looking at Zhu Yinuo again, his expression was cold, and his friends in the past disdained him today. He got up, slapped a piece of gold on the table, and strode away.

"Don't live today, I'll be my hero's dream, you have experienced your rivers and lakes, my Zhu Yinuo is not such a brother as Li Yunhong!"

The words are in the ears, and the words are piercing the heart. Li Yunhong watched his childhood friend go out of the store, led the horse, heard the sound of the horse's hooves, and thought that it was far away.

"Don't pass it today, you will be your King of Jinling, and I will be your Cloud Transformation Knife. If there is anyone who stops you from the Great Avenue, kill and kill!"

Bold words can only be whispered, and who can hear them?

Thinking about the time, the ghost lady should have also set up that pair of weapons, and it was time to take them and be a ruthless and unrighteous person.

This year's Li Yunhong is only sixteen. should be at an age when he was at ease, but when he looked at his hands, he saw blood red. If you can pick up the pen and dance and make the ink, who is willing to hold the knife and bloody rain.

He also left the tavern and strode away. The bartender in the tavern looked dazed, early this morning, what kind of play is this? It's good to say good, and scolding is good.

Can Li Yunhong complain about Zhu Yinuo? Can Zhu Yinuo complain about Li Yunhong?

I don't think so, because one person's surname is Zhu and the other's surname is Li.

Zhu Yinuo wanted to ride a horse to Moxian, he wanted to run to Mo Ming's side, and he was chattering and chattering in his ear. Maybe Mo Ming will continue to laugh at his dream of rivers and lakes, but the other party is Mo Ming, and it doesn't matter if he laughs. Today, it is Li Yunhong who laughs at and despises his big dreams.

Unwilling, unwilling.

There was nowhere to go, so I had to go back to the Forbidden City first, and I trapped myself in the martial arts hall alone. Holding a sword in his hand, I don't know how many times I took out the sword, but one sword after another, I can't see the fame, I can't see the sword moves.

When he moved, he practiced standing swords, flat swords, vertical swords and hanging swords, his face was expressionless, as if he was in a daze.

When the body moves, so does the sword. The standing sword moved, slashing with a sword and hanging with a sword, and picking up a sword with a stab.

Then it was calm, the face was ruthless, and he returned to his original appearance in a daze.

The body moved again, and the sword also moved, and a sword was intercepted and a sword collapsed, and the cloud sword turned into a sword.

For nearly two hours, Zhu Yinuo practiced his sword repeatedly, but he still had no sword moves, and he didn't feel the sword intent. Just like that, I practiced the simplest twenty-two sword movements, and the sword movements remained the same, and the order of the sword could not be found in a regular manner.

After a long time, the twenty-two movements were inexplicably coherent, and seeing him draw his sword, it was like a beautiful woman dancing at a banquet. If Kui Timber Wolf is in this martial arts hall at this moment, seeing Zhu Yinuo like this, should he be lucky or sad?

The progress and comprehension of this little prince are really worthy of Zhuge Sword Sage's comments, but such impatience and irritability will inevitably lead to the danger of pulling out seedlings, and the follow-up practice is worrying.

As he lay on the floor on all fours and gasped, there was a knock on the door. A Gong'e opened the door, and when she saw Zhu Yinuo's eyes, she also felt a chill down her spine. Trembling and small steps walked to the side of the little overlord of Jinling, informed him of the matter, and saw him wave his hand, as if he had been amnestied.

Hearing the news, Zhu Yinuo was also a little puzzled, the little brother would invite himself to Qinhuai River to drink flower wine, which was a bit abnormal.

Although it is not as close as Mo Ming to the little brother, it is not appropriate for the brother to summon him. Zhu Yinuo threw away the sword in his hand, went back to his residence to wash, changed his clothes and rode to the Qinhuai River.

It's only afternoon, and it's not yet the most beautiful time for the Qinhuai River. But the strange thing is that the entire road along the river has been blocked by the people of the City Patrol Division, Zhu Yinuo finds it interesting, and there are so many things to do when he drinks alcohol. After changing his mind, it was the little brother who was drinking here today, so it was naturally different. 51 beautiful

With the people from the City Patrol Division leading the way, Zhu Yinuo stopped at the four-storey restaurant. I stopped and saw the door and couldn't help but be stunned, good guy, five steps and one guard, where do ordinary drunk buyers dare to come in to find joy and sprinkle silver when they see this battle.

Entering the gate, a heroic piano sound came, looking for the sound, a group of bewitching dancing girls danced with the sound of the piano, in the center, there was a gorgeous yellow robe there to stroke the qin. He was overjoyed and self-absorbed.

The sound of this piano is really not bad, although it is not at the level of the same musician as the big musician, but it should not be too difficult to evaluate a big musician.

Zhu Yinuo walked straight over, and the beautiful little girls who were dancing did not stop dancing, and they all took small steps one by one to make way for the little prince.

Fuqin is naturally not an outsider, it is his little brother Zhu Jiannan.

Zhu Yinuo didn't bother Zhu Jiannan, looked around, saw a delicate long flute, picked it up casually and put it to his mouth.

Out of breath, the sound of the flute began. The sound of the flute is ethereal, echoing with the heroic sound of the piano, and the listeners seem to see a beautiful picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. What the listeners don't know is that there were once two people in Moxian County, one person stroked the piano and the other pipa, the music was beautiful, and it was fascinating, like being in a fairyland.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano turned, and the battlefield was golden. Zhu Yinuo frowned slightly, and also changed his tone, and his voice fell for nine days to make Zixia, no year, and the moon was bright.

Add a few strokes to this blood-stained white-robed endless battlefield, the corners of Zhu Yannan's mouth curled slightly, he was smiling, and he also revealed a little helplessness.

After all, after all, Xiao Yinuo is still reluctant to let go of the rivers and lakes, and he is reluctant to dream of being a hero.

With the final plucking of the tail string, the headstock taps lightly, and the sound of the flute is also mournful.

The long flute is out of his mouth, but the aftermath is still there. Zhu Yinuo opened his eyes and saw that his brother was looking at him with a smile on his face, and when he looked at each other, he felt a little weird inexplicably.

"Yinuo, come, sit. โ€

Zhu Yinuo sat on the left side of Zhu Jiannan, and the attendant took away the qin and flute, and handed over some wine and snacks. Zhu Jiannan straightened two wine glasses, filled them each, raised one glass and drank it all.

The wine glass was empty, and Zhu Jiannan squinted his eyes and said "ah", quite enjoyable. Zhu Yinuo also raised his wine glass, and drank it all like Zhu Jiannan, thinking it was just a glass of wine, but the spicy taste in his mouth made his face change.

When Zhu Jiannan saw his little brother's appearance, he couldn't help laughing, his breath was strong, and he didn't look like a critically ill and weak person at all.

"What's the matter, just a glass of spirits convinced our Jinling Xiaobawang?"

Zhu Yinuo immediately filled himself with a cup, but he still drank it all, and this time it was even more uncomfortable. This is not only a strong wine, I am afraid that the wine that the hunters over there in the cold city drive away the cold is not as strong as this wine. Zhu Yinuo asked the attendant to fetch ice water and drank a few bowls, which made him feel better.

"Little brother, you are really in a good mood today, and you still drink such spicy wine. Xiao Li Zibai and I didn't dare to drink this kind of thing. โ€

Zhu Jiannan filled himself with another cup, but he still drank it all, and finally smashed it and smashed his mouth, and he was still unsatisfied.

"When a man is in the world, he should ride a horse and drink spirits, and the more beautiful he warms his bed, the better. Otherwise, the husband in this life is in vain. โ€

Zhu Yinuo was not convinced, poured himself another full glass, and still drank it all. When the wine enters the throat, the whole throat is spicy. The more he endured, the more weird and funny his expression became. In that way, Zhu Jiannan laughed out loud again.

"Little brother, you're going too far. โ€

Zhu Jiannan looked at his little brother playfully and asked, "Oh, what's wrong? The two brothers drank a meal of flower wine, why was it too much?"

"Return the flower wine, you give me all the thirteen absolute Qinhuai ยทยทยทยทยทยท"

Before Zhu Yinuo finished speaking, Zhu Yanan clapped his hands, only to see the dancers in the center retreat one after another, and from the restaurant, one after another beautiful girls with gorgeous clothes and exquisite makeup came out.

Zhu Yinuo saw one swallow a mouthful of saliva, this, this, this, it turned out to be really the thirteen Oiran of Qinhuai River, every one of them smiled and looked forward to it. That smile was fascinating, Zhu Yinuo couldn't wait to immediately go up and tear the other party's clothes, turn over the clouds and rain to correct the Fa on the spot, that would be happy.

Seeing that the little guy's eyes were stunned and his face was obsessed, Zhu Jiannan felt even more interesting, and gently tapped his head with a fan, which made him come back to his senses.

"Little brother, you're amazing. These little ladies are no matter how much money others spend, they don't necessarily invite them, you come to drink, thirteen, one is not a lot. โ€

Zhu Yinuo's harazi was almost unable to contain it, and Zhu Yannan really felt speechless and embarrassed. The dignified children of the Zhu family in Jinling are so unassuming, it is really, really, it is really difficult to speak.

"Sensei looked, Sensei looked, if you are really young and have good bones, these thirteen pretty girls are all yours tonight. โ€

When Zhu Yinuo heard this, he immediately turned his head, and the light of the eyeballs almost burned people, which made Zhu Yanan feel that the Zhu family was disgraced.

"But today, I called you over for my brother, just drinking and chatting, and everything else, I don't care about my brother. โ€

Zhu Yinuo sat up straight, poured wine for his little brother quite attentively, and said respectfully and politely: "Brother, please drink." โ€

Zhu Jiannan thought it was interesting and took the wine, this time he didn't drink it all, just took a sip slightly, and then put down the wine glass. With a wave of his hand, thirteen pretty Oirans surrounded the two brothers, warblers and swallows, which made people feel like a spring breeze and drunk flowers.

Zhu Jiannan clapped his hands again, except for the thirteen pretty Oiran, the rest of the people, whether they were the attendants or the guards, not to mention the beautiful guys in the restaurant, they all retreated. There were only thirteen of them left in the entire empty hall, and Zhu Jiannan didn't seem to mind these thirteen pretty Oiran by his side at all, and he didn't shy away from talking to Zhu Yinuo.

"Yinuo, for my brother, I want to know, what do you want to do most in the coming years?"

Zhu Yinuo was still immersed in the gentle township of the Oiran on his side, whether it was his hands or his face, he was restless and had to grope and rub the bodies of these charming little girls, and when he heard his brother ask, he immediately took it seriously.

"Shizun said, I have been practicing swords for ten years, and I will be a hero. โ€

Zhu Jiannan nodded, and asked again: "So, you have practiced a sword for ten years, and you have achieved success in the sword, what do you want to do?"

Zhu Yinuo was slightly stunned, he really hadn't thought about this.

Zhu Jiannan continued: "Martial arts cultivation is high and strong, and it is praised. Have you ever thought that such as uncle, there is Tianshui Villa, such as Zhongxihou, and there is a city that never sleeps in the west. So, Xiao Yinuo, do you think these people pay more attention to the fame of the rivers and lakes, or their own one-third of an acre?"

Zhu Yinuo wanted to answer, but he didn't know how to answer.

"You are the little prince of Jinling, if you want to be strong and strong, you can brave the rivers and lakes. Then, if you leave the palace, where will you get the silver? Where will you get the good land in the house? But like those martial artists, find a power, work for it, and get a place to worship?"

Zhu Yinuo frowned, and couldn't help nodding, he really had never considered this.

"So, what I want to say for my brother is that you practice your sword, don't go to the rivers and lakes. โ€