Luo Feiyu had just opened the door when he was dazzled by a burst of light.

The sun was setting in the west, it was already dusk, and before he knew it, he had been talking to Gongsun Shitong in the room for two hours. Luo Feiyu recovered his gaze, glanced at the afterglow refracted on the golden eaves, and looked down slightly at the person who knocked on the door.

"How are you two resting?" Yan Jingchen asked with concern.

"Well, that's good. Luo Feiyu yawned, but said secretly in his heart: "I didn't find out before, this Yan Gongzi is so short." ”

Gongsun Shitong had already dragged his tired body to the door, saluted Yan Jingchen, and said, "Thanks to Yan Gongzi's concern, we are resting well." ”

Yan Jingchen looked at the slightly tired faces of the two, and a smile quietly appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I'm going to go to Qinhuai Xueyue Tower to listen to music and enjoy the dance, I don't know if it's convenient for the two of you to go to drink with you, and then enjoy the world-famous Huaiqu?"

Hearing this, Luo Feiyu's sleepiness disappeared, and he smiled and saluted: "Then it is better to be respectful than to obey your fate." ”

Although Gongsun Shitong's mood has improved for the most part, he is still sad because of the death of his best friend, so he has to whisper: "I want to rest for a while, and I don't like lively places, I'm afraid it will be difficult to obey my fate." Ah, by the way, Mr. Yan ......"

"Ah, lady, rest well in your room, and I'll bring you something to eat. Luo Feiyu turned his head and said to Gongsun Shitong.

"Lady?"

Gongsun Shitong was stunned for a while.

When they came back to their senses, the two had already left, leaving Gongsun Shitong alone to stand in front of the door. She raised her head in astonishment and looked at the remnant sun, and suddenly remembered the meaningful look in Luo Feiyu's eyes when she just called herself "lady".

There is confidence in the unruly eyes, and there is ...... Implore?

Gongsun Shitong shook his head and couldn't help laughing.

"This man......"

......

"Or listen to the world, there was love, on the lute, say lovesickness. At that time, the bright moon dissolved, and the clouds slowly returned. ”

A detached woman in a veil held a pipa and sat in front of the mirror with great melancholy. On the table in front of the mirror is a soft sword as white as the moon, with cloud patterns carved on it.

Wudang sword box eleven swords. This soft sword was given to her by the little Taoist priest on the occasion of his departure five years ago, and after giving it to her, the young man left Jinling City to find his sword heart with only ten swords on his back.

He said that he had found the Dao Heart, but he lacked the Sword Heart.

She still remembers that five years ago, the little Taoist priest left the Qinhuai River with a smile, and he didn't have the depressed appearance of a sword heart that was hard to find. And, I made an agreement with myself.

"For the next five years, you have to pay attention to every March 15th. I might be back soon, haha!"

At that time, she believed and waited stupidly. Now that the five-year period has expired, the little Taoist priest still hasn't come. In retrospect, was it a joke or a promise?

But the young man's heart is no longer remembered.

Su Nansheng sighed deeply, and had mixed feelings for a while.

At this moment, the door suddenly opened, and a fat woman with still charm walked in. When she saw Su Nansheng like this, she was stunned, and said strangely: "Nansheng, are you uncomfortable?"

Su Nansheng smiled lightly: "Mother Lu, I'm fine." ”

"That's good. Mother Lu smiled and said, "I have good news for you, you have to listen to it for me-the little prince of Jinling City has proposed to Xueyue Tower by name." ”

Although Lu's mother didn't say who it was, Su Nansheng's heartbeat still missed most of the beat. She put down the pipa strings in a daze, and tried her best to disguise a calm look: "Such a big event, it must also be the blessing of Xueyue Tower." I don't know who the person named by the little boy is?"

Mother Lu was silent for a moment, looked at Su Nansheng with a smile on her face, and said in surprise after a long time: "Naturally, we are the first Yan of Xueyue Tower, Yunxin, you!"

Su Nansheng was stunned and groaned: "I ?......"

Seeing this, Mother Lu blurted out: "Haha, isn't it a surprise!? When you get married and become the wife of the city lord, you don't have to look at the faces of those stinky men in this Xueyue Tower!"

At this time, the lights outside the window have been turned on, and Xueyue Building is about to start business. The light shone in, brushing the soft sword on the table, and the sword shimmered like a bright moon.

Su Nansheng raised his eyes to meet the sword and shook his head slowly.

Mother Lu's smile gradually faded: "You are still waiting for that little Taoist priest? It's been five years, don't you plan to put it down?"

Su Nansheng did not answer, and Lu's mother was slightly stunned when she saw Su Nansheng's calm side face, but quickly pressed it down. Said meaningfully: "How many five years can a dusty woman's life have?" Yan Xiaogongzi is coming tonight, and he asks you to sing for him by name. As for whether you want to prepare, whether you want to marry him, it's up to you. ”

With that, he sighed and walked out of the wing.

As soon as the door of the wing room was closed, he heard footsteps outside, Su Nansheng hurriedly opened his mouth slightly, and the blood stains that had been in his throat for a long time slowly flowed out from the corners of his mouth......

戌時. On the Qinhuai River, Xueyue Tower.

As soon as he entered the building, Luo Feiyu smelled the familiar aroma of wine.

The aroma of the wine is cold and dark, like a plum wrapped in thick snow and quietly blooming.

This is the famous wine of Xueyue Mansion held by the old sword last night when Luo Feiyu was listening to the rain and Xiaozhu lurking.

"Oh, it smells so good. Luo Feiyu's expression was bright, and he was intoxicated.

"Little brother, good Yaxing!" An extremely familiar voice came from behind, and Luo Feiyu turned his head when he heard it. The man said again: "I didn't expect the little brother to come to this Xueyue Tower." ”

Luo Feiyu saw that it was none other than the master of Tingyu Xiaozhu, the old sword.

Luo Feiyu nodded and said, "Invited." Uncle Jian, are you there too?"

Lao Jian smiled: "It must be." Like my little brother, I came here for the charming fragrance of Xueyue Tower. Little brother, we might as well discuss which Oiran fairy has the better rouge?"

"It has to be around the plum room!" Luo Feiyu said awe-inspiringly.

"Which Oiran is ...... around the plum? But I think the best rouge fragrance in this Xueyue building is still Miss 'Yunxin' Su. It's a pity that today is not the full moon night of the 15th Huaijiang River, and she will not attend the performance. The old sword was full of regret.

At this time, a soft but powerful male voice overshadowed the conversation between the two: "Uncle, Master Luo, you know each other." ”

Luo Feiyu saw Yan Jingchen coming over, and was about to say hello, but was choked back by the sudden embarrassing atmosphere. The old sword, who was still smiling at the last moment, was like thin ice on his face at this moment, and he hummed a chill in his mouth.

Compared with the cold attitude of the old sword, Yan Jingchen was much more respectful: "Uncle, I heard that the revealed sword you hid has been broken, why don't you report it to me in time and arrest the real culprit?"

Although the dance building was full of spring, Luo Feiyu couldn't help but shiver.

The old sword did not hesitate, and blurted out: "It's just a flashy sword, and staying in the world is also a shame for the word 'famous sword', why should my nephew be concerned?"

"Listening to the rain hidden sword, Xiaozhu finally has a façade, now the façade has been destroyed, Xiaozhu is still there, you don't report to the official Yanfu, and second, you don't mourn the sword, you don't mind, but you still come to this Xueyue Building to have fun......" Yan Jingchen's tone was slightly cold.

"Enough!" Old Jian shouted violently: "Yan Jingchen, I don't know what you're thinking, and I don't want to know. I only know that there are many famous swords in this world that have been led astray by traitors and will never return. I only hope that 'Twilight' can show its due value in your hands, instead of becoming a tool for you to achieve your goals!"

“...... Uncle, this is not you. Yan Jingchen sighed.

"You're not you, either. Not to be outdone, the little eyes in the fat face burst out with a coldness, "I just admire your sister, not you." ”

With that, he turned around and left.

Yan Jingchen said to the back of the old sword leaving: "Uncle, I want to drink in the wing room tonight, there is a 'Yunxin' girl playing music and poems, can you enjoy a face, let's drink together under the moon?"

The old sword head didn't reply, "Anyway, I want to get married as a wife, and I hope you will cherish it." ”

"That'...... Jingchen thanked the uncle for his wishes first. A cold light appeared in Yan Jingchen's eyes, and after a while, he eased up, looked at Luo Feiyu and said softly: "Young Master Luo, let you laugh." My uncle has a strange temperament, and I ask Mr. Luo not to mind. ”

Although Luo Feiyu's conversation with Lao Jian and Yan Jingchen was quite strange, after all, they were already commensurate with their uncles and nephews, and it was still inconvenient for Luo Feiyu to ask about other people's family affairs, so he hurriedly said, "No, no." Never. ”

Yan Jingchen smiled and stretched out his white palm: "Please." ”

Luo Feiyu followed the direction and looked over, and an antique corridor was ahead.

When Xueyue Tower was still the imperial capital city in Jinling, it was called Jiangyue Tower. On the rivers and lakes, there is a more elegant name - "Yujiang Yue".

In the past, across the surface of the Huai River, you can get a glimpse of the majestic and magnificent imperial city on the other side. Painting the boat song building, the lamp shadow fan incense. The bright moon shines on the water and the breeze surrounds the beams, the dragon and the tiger are in the city, the son is unparalleled, invites the moon to enjoy it, and wakes up drunk with heaven and earth.

I don't want the world to be impermanent, the years go by, and the prosperity of the day can only be recalled from this incomplete song and dance, or from the mouths of the old people in Jinling City.

Luo Feiyu walked on the antique corridor. The already gentle moonlight is refracted by the surface of the Qinhuai River, making people slowly glance at it, and they want to die in a drunken dream.

"It's beautiful. Luo Feiyu said with emotion.

Suddenly, Yan Jingchen, who was walking in front, had slowed down, and Luo Feiyu also followed his pace and slowed down. A beautiful melody floated gently from the side room.

The two walked into the wing. As soon as I took my seat, the lights in the room went out, leaving only the moonlight reflected on the screen in front of the window.

and, the graceful figure that appeared on the screen moon shadow.

She held the pipa in her hand and saluted. This simple gift is like a willow breeze, shining and lovely.

Yan Jingchen applauded softly: "Good!"

I saw her slowly sitting down on the stage behind the screen, the shadow on the screen was gently twisting slowly, and the bare hand Qianqian slowly plucked the pipa strings. If you have the heart, if you don't have the intention, with a gentle wave of your hand, a few notes will beat out at will.

"The sound of the Jinling Yushu warbler dawns, and the flowers of the Qinhuai Water Pavilion bloom early. Who knows, easy to ice away. ”

"Sing the heart of the willow building, and dance the peach blossom fan at the bottom of the wind. ”

Wu Nong's soft words, which were slightly whimpering, slowly floated from behind the screen, like a drunken evening breeze. Under her shallow chanting, Qin Huai's moonlight became extraordinarily soft.

"Persuade the monarch not to cherish the golden clothes, and persuade the monarch to cherish the youth. The flowers can be folded straight, and the branches must be broken without flowers. ”

Luo Feiyu looked at the shadow on her screen and admired it, but she frowned, and said in her heart: "Why is there always a lingering sorrow in her lyrics......