There is a high-rise building on the bank of the Wuyun River in Yucheng, which is five stories high, facing the water on three sides, and is facing the street. This is the most famous restaurant in Yucheng "Drunken Immortal Building".

Zuixian Lou is famous for the drunken immortal wine brewed by the Zuixian Restaurant on the bank of the Wuyun River, and there is an endless stream of guests who come every day, especially at sunset, the car in front of the building must be like a flowing water and a dragon.

The bustard mother in the drunken fairy building saw a white figure standing in front of the door, plain and unpretentious, and the person was as clean as jade!

The long shirt is fluttering, and the eyebrows are handsome, which is quite extraordinary.

Mo Liulian, a young man with a light white face and a red crown, was wearing a royal blue silk shirt and gently shaking the folding fan, unable to hide his graceful and luxurious atmosphere.

At this time, a girl in the drunken fairy building looked at the young man, only to see that he was handsome and abnormal, his eyes were black and white, blazing, and the white jade was the handle of the fan in his hand, and the hand holding the handle of the fan was so white that there was no difference between the handle of the fan.

Mo Liulian was about to go to the largest room with his head held high, and in the Drunken Immortal Building, countless eyes came, but no one dared to stop him.

In the building, the tall trees grow on the high platform of the dancers' performances, the leaves are full of spring, and the songs under the trees do not stop the butterflies and dances endlessly, as if the world is prosperous, and it is always prosperous and peaceful.

Qiuyue Liusu, Zhangtai Road is far away. A few deep boudoirs look at the moon and lean on the railing, Luan is lonely and the phoenix is alone, hanging from each other; how many talented people talk and laugh at wine, take off their hats and get drunk in the green building.

The young man is a frequent visitor, familiar with the way to the second floor of the private room, the bustard's mother saw the young man enter the door early in the morning, at this moment has been ushered in, with an unbearable smell of fat powder.

Mo Liulian looked at the group of dancing girls, frowned in disgust, and then frowned again when he saw the beauty in the arms of the guests, and then returned to indifference.

Eh, Mr. Mo, you can be regarded as coming out, this month's filial piety premium has been prepared for you early.

But I didn't see you coming, but fortunately, I didn't wait for the last one in vain. The bustard mother greeted her with a smile.

"The climate in Yucheng this year is a bit abnormal, first the autumn tigers are stronger than usual, but in the winter it is colder than usual, and there is a heavy snowfall at the end of November. The old people will probably say that the world is not peaceful, and God will also change his face,

I don't know how many famous historical cities, ancient and modern famous buildings, have not withstood the wind and frost of the years, the plundering of beacon fires, natural disasters and the looting, and finally they can't stand it, collapsed, collapsed, and disappeared.

Now, can the Drunken Immortal Tower and the people upstairs it also stand in the world in glory?"

Mo lingered to ask a question, although it was a flat tone, the bustard mother heard a hint of ridicule from it, presumably sarcastically saying that her last sentence was good,

Mo Liunian's voice was soft, but his words were cold, and the bustard's mother's hand trembled involuntarily, and then smiled tremblingly.

Hurriedly accosted, "What the son said is very true, this place with many women, there must be a lot of right and wrong." Childe, look, in my courtyard, the girl No. 180 really suffers me if she wants to support a large family. ”

He was in a trance for a while, and always felt that there was a slender girl, sitting lazily next to him, with a face that was so dirty that she didn't know how to wash it, she smiled silently, Su Jin Liunian, I Hou Jungui.

Time flies, years go by, and at the end, it's just a sentence of Mu Gongzi......

"The ancients did everything in detail, and loneliness and luxury were all intentional,

That's it, that's it, success or failure, and it depends on the will of God. In this earthly world, what is right and wrong?" Mo Liunian whispered softly,

As if muttering to himself, as if to say something to those ancient ghosts, he raised his hand to hide his eyes, he stopped talking, in the twilight, the slightly upturned face was as white as jade, and his lips hooked up a shallow smile,

But that laughter is more poignant than that sad cry...... Heartache!