Jinling, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties.

"The apricot rain buried Qin Huai's dream, and I didn't know whose house I was staying in my dream. If you want to ask who is the guest, the rise and fall of the wine will cause the flowers. ”

A few soft Wu Nong's soft words slowly floated from the Qinhuai River.

After the sound of the dead country sounded, although the majesty and luxury of the past are no longer there, there is still a little prosperity in every corner of Jinling City. The song that led the six generations of rivers and mountains to become a golden drunken dream still echoes in the moonlight of Qin Huai.

On the Qinhuai River, Xueyue Tower.

The name of Xueyue Tower comes from the "Fate Knowledge" in "Danqing is secretive, and Xueyue is vertical and horizontal into the stream." "When the previous dynasty was built, it was built on the Qinhuai River. Since its establishment, many powerful and talented people have come and gone, just to bend their waists for the beauties in the meantime. Snow Moon Building, as its name suggests, a group of women who are deep in the snow moon are singing and dancing in the building. Every time they arrive, the children of the rich family will come to this building to drink and enjoy the music.

At this time, a beautiful woman with a purple light veil covering her half appearance sat alone by the window, looking at the scene downstairs, her ink-colored eyes were rolling, as if she was looking for something.

The lower side is full of wine tables, colorful lights, and several dancers who have just been recruited are showing their crippled dancing, as if telling the non-existent Qin Huai. And the group of sons who were leaning on the wine table and had a slightly smoky face after more than half of the wine, although their eyes did not leave the wine girl and the singer in front of them, but their impatient hearts had drifted away in the style of song.

They were waiting for someone.

And she is also waiting for someone.

Suddenly, there was an indiscernible sigh from within the light yarn.

"Nansheng, Mother Lu has called you on stage. ”

Hearing the urging outside the door, Su Nansheng suddenly realized, withdrew his gaze from the window, and looked at the pipa on the side. After his gaze stayed for a long time, he finally sighed faintly and closed his beautiful eyes.

"Yun Xin!Yun Xin!" "Miss Su!"

Listen to a few desperate shouts from downstairs. Su Nansheng lightly curled her soft hair, but did not remove the light veil on her face. Shaking his body, he walked out the door with his lute in his arms.

In the environment of a few light mist and daylight rain, the dancers suddenly stopped and retreated to both sides. Su Nansheng walked out of the building slowly, and the crape myrtle skirt was fluttering, showing under the orange lantern. The group of dancers on either side lost their color in an instant, as if they had become green leaves lined with red flowers.

Accompanied Su Nansheng stepped onto the stage, and a thunderous shout came from the stage. There was even a son who rudely pushed away the stunning wine girl who was in the way, and stared straight at the singing platform with his eyes, for fear of missing the first smile of Xueyue Tower.

Even though the audience was calling for a thousand calls, Su Nansheng's expression was still extremely indifferent, and even a little touching.

This was also the case when she first met the teenager a few years ago.

She swept the audience, and this sweep was a long time. In the midst of countless admiration and urging, she fell into a deep disappointment: the young man in the Taoist robe with the sword box on his back missed the appointment again, and still did not come.

Su Nansheng smiled self-deprecatingly, held the pipa in his hand, and saluted: "Ladies and gentlemen, the little girl is polite." ”

"Or I heard that there was love in the world, and the lutea strings said lovesickness. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it was returned to the clouds according to the clouds...... I once returned to the ...... with colorful clouds"

Songs pop out of the cherry mouth, drunk like the evening breeze.

Su Nansheng lifted the pipa slightly, covering her beautiful eyes, like a cloud of smoke passing by. The sons in the audience all stopped the cups in their hands and looked at the stage with blazing eyes.

After a long time, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.

The audience was still cheering loudly, but no one knew that what Su Nansheng was covering was her gurgling tears.

......

In the middle of Jinling, the old imperial city, the mansion garden.

An extremely handsome and beautiful young man stood among the intoxicating flowers, and the paper fan shook gently, brushing his soft hair, revealing a white forehead.

The young man twisted up a flower, and said to himself: "Look at the flower Dongmo, alarm the people of Luoyang." ”

The young maid who was standing on the side raised her head and couldn't help but sneak a few glances at the young man.

An old nurse staggered from the depths of the corridor with a bowl of wine in her hand. As soon as she stepped into the mansion with her front feet, she saw the maid's crimson face like fire, and couldn't help but shake her head gently, "Ayuan, the sweet wine brew has been prepared, so don't you serve it to the little boy soon!"

When the maid called Ayuan heard this, she was disgusted again and again, and without saying a word, she hurriedly came to the nurse's side to take over the wine, brought it to the stone table next to the flowers, and called to the young man: "Little boy, it's time to eat wine." ”

Yan Jingchen ran over in response, looked into Ayuan's eyes, and smiled softly: "Thank you." ”

It didn't matter if this sound sounded, Ayuan fainted directly on the spot.

"How...... How can there be such a handsome person in the world!" Ayuan fainted and fell to the ground. Yan Jingchen hurriedly helped her up and looked at the nurse helplessly.

The nurse's forehead was wrinkled, and she scolded with a smile: "Hasn't the little girl seen a handsome boy now?" As long as she is a little handsome and leans over, she will faint and fall unconscious, then she is afraid that she has not seen the true appearance of my little boy......

Yan Jingchen hurriedly beckoned two maids to pull Ayuan into the room, sat down on the stone table, and said, "If that's the case, I, the city lord of Jinling City, will be in trouble." ”

The nurse smiled, and then seemed to remember something, and asked Chaoyan Jingchen: "Today is the fifteenth full moon, and it is the time for Xueyue Shouyan to sing on stage, why don't you go to Xueyue Tower to listen to the music?"

Yan Jingchen stirred up the wine, pondered for a long time and said, "Nurse, this month is March. Today is March 15th. ”

The nurse thought about it, suddenly realized, and said while dancing with her hands and feet: "March 15, isn't it the birthday of Zhao Gongming, the God of Wealth......!

"Nurse, stop, be careful!" Yan Jingchen saw that the nurse with such a large range of movements was immediately frightened, and it took a long time to settle the nurse.

Half an hour later, it was late at night, and he was the only one in the garden.

Yan Jingchen raised his head slightly, looked at the full moon in the sky, and was speechless for a while.

It was only the accidental first encounter five years ago, which ended up in impermanence and unpredictable things, and ended up in the fact that things are now people.

If the white-clothed young man in Wudang with a sword box on his back and half-white eyebrows didn't meet her in Xueyue Tower back then, or after meeting her, he let go of his heart to travel the rivers and lakes, would everything be different?

He said that he would wander among the rivers and lakes to find his own sword heart. On March 15 in five years, I will definitely come back to this Qinhuai River Xueyue Tower and meet her.

And five years are about to pass, and he hasn't been here once.

On the fifteenth day of every month, Shouyan 'Yunxin' will take the stage to play and sing, and on this day of every month, there are more people in Xueyue Tower than usual. And every March 15, she has to look for the boy in the vast sea of people.

Year after year. But every year, the enthusiasm is worn out.

Yan Jingchen looked at the moonlight and shook his head, "Every year on March 15, she must be halfway through singing, and she can't bear to sing anymore." What else is there to go......"

"However, even if you don't come back, I will force you to come back. A cold glint appeared in Yan Jingchen's eyes, "It's just that in this Yan Mansion, there is no one who can help me......

At this moment, a piercing chirping of geese swept across the night sky.

"It's spring at the moment, and it stands to reason that the geese should also return north. How can there be geese chirping?" Yan Jingchen heard the sound of geese and frowned.

"The geese are sorrowful, and the mountains are good for a month. An extremely cold female voice came from the eaves.

"Tsk. A sentence such an elegant and beautiful poem is actually used as an opening sentence by a person like you, which really spoils my artistic conception of this poem. Yan Jingchen looked at the eaves with a smile on his face. A beautiful figure is carrying a wild goose, standing in the full moon.

The voice laughed, "Hee-hee." Isn't the son of Yan worried now, and how does this poem ruin the artistic conception? I came here just to help you relieve your sorrows. ”

As soon as the words fell, the sound of wings fluttering sounded, sweeping up the flowers and plants all over the garden, and a beautiful girl fell to the ground under the traction of the wild geese.

The girl landed safely, but the wild goose had just sent her to the ground, and she fell to the ground.

Tang Yuxuan saw Dayan's reaction, and scolded and said, "The old lady hasn't been fat recently, don't pretend to be dead to the old lady!"

After speaking, he also stomped on the wild goose a few times.

Yan Jingchen caught dozens of cold rays from the wild goose in the corner of his eye, so he lowered his head and looked at the wild goose.

Each feather of the wild goose was covered with a silver needle that had pierced deep into its body, and in some parts it had even turned black and oozed pus and blood.

"Don't you drink this sweet wine?" Tang Yuxuan looked at the porcelain bowl on the stone table, and Chaoyan Jingchen suddenly asked.

Yan Jingchen said: "It's already cold. ”

Tang Yuxuan smiled slightly and begged: "Then, please help me warm up." ”

Yan Jingchen glanced at her, gently picked up the bowl of sweet wine, and swept the bottom of the bowl with internal force, and a trace of heat came out of the already cold sweet wine.

Tang Yuxuan snatched it with her hand, and did not intend to drink it, but took out the spoon in the bowl, and poured the hot sweet wine brewed in the bowl on the wild goose that was constantly wailing.

Seeing that the wild goose was cut off in a ghost crying wolf howl, Yan Jingchen felt a chill in his heart and hurriedly withdrew his gaze.

Seeing this, Tang Yuxuan sneered: "Look at you like that." ”

Yan Jingchen opened the topic: "Why don't you go back to Tangmen?"

"Anyway, I've already violated the door rules, and I won't be welcomed in the Tang Sect, so it's better to come and have a look at you. Tang Yuxuan shook her head nonchalantly: "By the way, I will publicize the strange poison I have newly researched on the rivers and lakes." ”

"Oh, people's hearts are really fickle. Yan Jingchen smiled sarcastically, "Even the little girl who was still innocent many years ago, the rare drug making talent in the Tang Sect for a hundred years, has now become a fierce ghost wearing a good skin." ”

On the word "demon", he accentuated his tone.

Tang Yuxuan laughed wildly. This laugh was extremely terrifying, and it shocked the lights up and down the Yanfu one after another, and the chickens flew and the dogs jumped.

"Aren't you too? I'm still wearing a skin, and you're even changing your skin for your 'obsession'. ”

"It's the same end of the world. Yan Jingchen was stunned, and then smiled with interest: "Then, let's achieve the 'obsession' in each other's hearts." ”

......

Yangzhou, Heming Mountain.

A young man with a sword box on his back stared at the misty cliff below, holding a blood-red lotus flower with petals like the top of a crane draining blood.

Crane Blood Lotus. It can have the effects of prolonging life, life and death, dispelling cold and avoiding disasters. It grows on the top of Heming Mountain all year round and blooms for 15 years.

He looked at the flowers and smiled with satisfaction: "When you are fully blooming, it is time for me to go back." ”