Cuo Cui stood timidly aside, her bright eyes moving up and down, and she looked at the little poem carefully. But after going back and forth a few times, her melancholy and restrained starry eyes suddenly appeared starry scenery, and joy floated on her face.

"Sir, this word is a little depressed and sad. However, the weather in the word has flowed, and it has been shown to be windy. A little sorrow is mixed in it, although there is self-pity and sadness. But with the boast of being a good minister, he ended with a low singing, and it didn't hurt to go through the whole article. On the contrary, it shows Mr. crazy on the back of the paper. Cuicui's expression was happy, and he was like two people who were afraid before. Her eyes were bright and bright.

The down-and-out scholar who wrote the lyrics did not pay attention to the praise of the beautiful woman, he fell to the ground drunk, snoring loudly, how could he say anything else at this time. The scholar lies on his side, his ankles touching the ground.

"Between the hand, the pen is flowing, and the words are like a transparent window. Although it is a little arrogant and self-proud, the words are sad, but the scenery in the words is already tens of millions, which is really a tactful masterpiece. Wang Zhiran looked happy and looked at the drunken scholar who was sleeping heavily. I already have a little more thought of making friends in my heart.

Without waiting for the old man with white hair to step out, Fei Jun, the county magistrate who was full of drunkenness, took a step forward at this time, stopped in front of Wang Zhiran, and said hello to the drunk man.

Zhu Changfeng's face was gloomy, obviously extremely unhappy. I just stepped in sideways, in order to amuse this down-and-out scholar, he had expected such an ending.

"You kid has a bit of real talent, writing articles. Although I, Zhu, am just a puppet, I also know the word reputation. Since I have said it first, these ten taels of silver should be used as the money for the table and chair that Mr. will settle for him. Zhu Changfeng walked after a step, his gloomy gaze swept over the indecent scholars who were lying horizontally, and retreated behind them unwillingly.

He suddenly raised his head again, looked at the bright-eyed woman with a happy face, and anger suddenly rose in his chest: "However, you little bitch was obtained by Lao Tzu for spending a lot of money. If you can't sing this song written by Mr. The consequences are so good to weigh yourself. ”

The man snorted coldly and retreated behind the scenes.

Fei Jun, the magistrate of the county, stood aside and watched coldly. His drowsy mind had been blown by this cold wind for a long time, and he had already woken up most of the time by this time. Listening to Zhu Changfeng's aggressive words, Fei Jun, the magistrate of Rao who has always been calm, also secretly pinched his hands and feet.

"I, Fei Jun, as a county parent official, how can I see injustice and sing injustice. ”

Cui Cui stood quietly, and suddenly had a little idea of making friends with this scholar who was just meeting for the first time. She raised her eyebrows slightly, and a red cloud quietly rose on her face. Before she could speak again, the man with a gloomy face couldn't bear it anymore and looked angry.

"Ou Cui, you sing to Lao Tzu. "Zhu Changfeng is very angry, and he is about to have a seizure.

The woman with a good face was suddenly shocked, her embroidered skirt was tactful, and her feet came out with broken steps. Before he got close to Zhu Changfeng, the little face with joy was already discolored, and it was snow-white. Her sleeves hung slightly, her hair was lightly lowered, she sat on the bench where Zhu Changfeng left tremblingly, and reached out to take the huqin that was worth a thousand gold.

Zhu Changfeng squinted and reclined, his fingers lightly buckled the head of the chair, obviously just waiting for the beauty to stroke the piano.

The long strings move slightly, and the prelude has begun.

She showed her fingers lightly, stunned. It was only a brief moment, and the mournful melody had slowly flowed from between her slender fingers, and the sound was everywhere.

"The big strings are noisy like a torrential rain, and the small strings are whispering like whispers. Noisy and miscellaneous, big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate. Although it is a sad and low song, at this time it is already moving like a cloud, and it is threatening to destroy the city. Wang Zhiran stroked his beard and sighed lightly, looking appreciative.

Cuo Cui's expression was sad, thinking of her past, and suddenly a thousand sorrows suppressed her heart. Her fingertips changed quietly, no longer moving with her little finger. Instead, during the accumulation of the middle finger, the oblique and horizontal wipe, the huqin shook violently.

The woman played and sang, and she couldn't help herself.

"I don't know the meaning of the song when I hear it at first, but I am already a person in the song when I listen to it again. Pan Zhijun, who was sleepy, didn't know when he opened his eyes, his elbows were on the ground, his face was red, and he was about to struggle to get up, but the drunkenness lingered and could not be dispersed. had to struggle to get up again, and so on, the down-and-out scholar could only grab a brush beside him and look at the cui idiotically, as if the mountains and rivers were only waiting for a bosom friend.

She whispered softly and sang to herself. Wait until she sings, "Fireworks Alley, Yiyue Danqing Barrier." Fortunately, I am proud of the person I like, and I can find it. At that time, the woman's wonderful eyes were already full of tears, containing but not falling. Her face was sad, and her body was almost overwhelmed. Without waiting to stroke the qin again, the bell sounded, and the northern huqin, which was worth a thousand gold, broke in response.

"The fireworks are strange, and the grass grows and the warbler flies. The green willows are shaded, and the moon is self-conscious. ”

Zhao Qingrou stood aside, grabbed the hem of her clothes hanging down, she suddenly turned to look at the young man, and said softly: "Li Zhiyu, will I be so sad one day?

The young man did not answer, looking confused. When the girl turned to look at the woman playing the piano again, the young man squeezed the hem of his clothes and shook his head slowly.

"How could it be? How could I, Li Zhiyu, let you be alone to Yue Chengsan, Gu Ying self-pity. The boy shook his head.

Fei Jun looked pleased, and smiled when he looked at the down-and-out scholar who stood up.

The loud sound of the bell suddenly pulled everyone's melancholy of being drunk or sighing to reality. Some people look stunned, or some people snicker.

Especially the woman with tears in her eyes suddenly froze. Fear, fear, and anxiety are all there.

Pan Zhijun's face was dazed and his steps staggered. When he first heard this, he only thought it was a sound from elsewhere, and he was not too concerned. But when you don't hear the sound of the piano, you will find out. Without waiting for his voice to pass, a thick arm was already placed horizontally in front of the scholar.

"The pen is gentle, beautiful and beautiful. He is a scholar and a talented poet. But I, Zhu Moujie, naturally don't understand what the Yiyue Danqing barrier can be visited. However, martial arts have the truth of martial arts, and naturally there is also a unique style of me. He smiled lewdly, turned back, and without waiting for the panicked woman to gather her mind, he held her green hair in the palm of his hand.

The man smirked exaggeratedly.

"Please, let go......" Cuicui's words were vague, and the young and touching who sang the piano solo and babbled softly before.

Zhu Changfeng did not give up and laughed heartily.

"Sure enough, it is born from the heart, and it has its own color. Fei Jun's expression was ugly, he reached out to his waist, and was about to take out the official letter diploma printed by the Dachu Temple and give him a witness.

At this moment, Pan Zhijun, a down-and-out scholar who had written brilliant words, rushed forward again, dragging his undisciplined footsteps towards the man with rude manners and exaggerated colors.

Zhu Changfeng's body did not turn, and his eyes did not squint. He just raised his other arm slightly, and the hidden Hidden Blade crept out. The scholar fell sideways, his face bloodstained and blurred.

"There are a lot of nosy people in the world. You boast of reading a hundred poetry books, haven't you ever heard of only sweeping the snow in front of your own house and not caring about the frost on the tiles of others?" Zhu Changfeng looked disdainful, looked at the woman who was struggling, moved his arm lightly, and gently threw out the woman who kept resisting.

The two overlapped, and the blood-stained Luo skirt was through the green shirt.

"Sir, how are you?" the woman looked pitiful and helpless.

"It's all my fault. Slave and maid woman, how can you be so blessed, sir? "Cuicui is sad and sighs, the six gods have no owner.

"Good you slut!" Zhu Changfeng was full of anger and shouted loudly.

"You dare to be so exaggerated in front of Lao Tzu, if Lao Tzu stays away one day. Don't you really want the grass to grow and the warbler to fly in February, and sleep drunk and lie down at the bottom of the flowers. He cursed, anger rising in his heart, and he became more and more manic, and he touched his waist with one hand to take out the blade of his arms.

Fei Jun watched coldly. Seeing that the situation was already like this, it was really unbearable to retreat. The man stepped out with a majestic bearing.

"Stop!" Fei Jun drank majestically, and said what he said. Fingers ran over his waist and took out the ordinary little card.

The man's bearing was majestic, standing in front of Zhu Changfeng, who was standing with a knife drawn, and a pair of fine eyes that were still a little intoxicated stared at him for a long time.

Zhu Changfeng stopped for a moment when he heard this, stood with his knife, turned around and glanced at the man who suddenly stepped sideways.

The card surface is engraved with fish, made of copper, divided into half left and right, small engraved fine words, obviously the imperial court. In addition, the popularity is extraordinary, and the majesty is awe-inspiring. Even if the owner of the shop had never seen anything of the world, when he saw him take out this thing, he knew that it had a lot to do with it. Without waiting for Zhu Changfeng's words, he retreated to the side early to watch the changes.

Zhu Changfeng was uncertain, stepped back a little, and turned to look at the short man who was walking with him.

Hui Chenguang drank by himself, and the corners of his mouth were smiling. I was going to see the jokes of this talented lyricist. But suddenly I heard a strange man shouting angrily, and took out the small card, Hui Chenguang's funny expression became solemn like water, and his eyes were hesitant.

Since the young man was pulled back by Fei Jun's hand, he naturally didn't know what was going on at this time, he was about to put aside the man's hanging right hand and watch the situation, but the old man who was with the man stretched out his thin fingers and firmly grasped the young man in the palm of his hand at this time, shaking his head.

"Your little child's family, you can't be strong at this time. Wang Zhiran's face was kind, and he dragged the young man's body back a little.

"Lord Fei. Not to mention this kind of thing, it is the entire Longhai County, and even the entire territory of Dachu, it is also countless, and you Lord Fei think that you can stretch out the world and break the prison of a small county by sitting in the Ming Hall, isn't it ridiculous. After all, there are still many injustices in the world, and there are few people who draw swords to help. Wang Zhiran smiled kindly, bowed forward, and helped up the down-and-out scholar and the tragic fate of Cui.

"Little girl, things in the world are unpredictable. That man didn't care about his words and deeds. My king knows that he is old and old, but there is still a little injustice in his chest. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!" the old man looked kind, and reached out to tuck his long green hair.

The sun is tilted, and it is past noon.

Since Zhang Xu and Kaishan Ape, who walked away with a knife, have returned to Hengzhou, what they say and do is not as cautious as a dense jungle. Zhang Xu turned over and dismounted, and walked in the front with the reins of his horse. Yuan Kuanliang sat on top of the horse, his eyelids drooping, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Yang Zhiqiang walked leisurely behind a few people, telling some funny jokes with Liu Wei and Luo Yu from time to time, which made Luo Yu, who was usually not open-minded, look happy, and sometimes laughed heartily.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded through the corridors.

After walking less than half a mile, Zhang Xu reined in his horse and walked to the door of a mansion with its own simple and elegant lintel.

Zhang Xu walked lightly in small steps, looking happy. Like a wanderer who has been away from home for a long time and has not returned, he walked slowly and for a long time, and finally approached the quaint gate. The man's fingers stretched out and knocked lightly on the door.

The door is a little old, there is not much Zhu Shaping, looking at the nature of the world is a little cold, and things are not people. It's just that when he knocks on the door, there will be a slight wind chimes ringing leisurely, crisp and pleasant.

Zhang Xu looked remembrance, and he muttered in a low voice: "Miss hung two strings of wind chimes with her own hands back then, one of which said that the spring breeze was fast and the bells rang by themselves, which was the most eye-catching, making people tired and have a sense of return." A string of sayings that the wanderer is home, and he has his own chorus, so that the family is ready to return. I don't know which string Zhang belongs to when he returns home at this time. ”

He muttered to himself, but he didn't see the door of the house that had been quietly opened.

A man with a soft smile stretched out his arms and looked at the face he hadn't seen for a long time, looking happy and smiling from the bottom of his heart.

"Steward Tian!" Zhang Xu shouted excitedly, his hands forward, and he was about to reach out and grab the man's sleeve.

But the man didn't appreciate it, he moved backwards, and he avoided Zhang Xu's enthusiastic hug.

Zhang Xu's face was aggrieved, and he was about to speak, but unexpectedly, the man with a dignified face said softly: "Don't be rude." ”

The man looked at each other, and his face was soft and fleeting.

Zhang Xu had no choice but to cross the threshold and enter the mansion.

The mansion is still winding, and the railings of red vermilion paint are lined up one after another, covering each other heavily, but there is no sense of conflict.

"Have you been away from home for a long time and have forgotten where you came from in your hometown?" Tian Jian smiled softly.

Zhang Xu's face was slightly gloomy, and there was a sudden contemplation in his eyes.

"Yes! I have been there for more than a month, and when I went there, the tree was still green, but now when I came back, it was full of leaves. Zhang Xu replied with a sigh.

Tian Jian smiled softly, and then said: "It's good to come back, it's good to come back." He was about to speak, but Zhang Xu turned around and asked softly, "Where is the master?"

Tian Jian smiled helplessly: "The master saw that you had not returned for a long time, and at this time, I don't know where to buy drunk with the county commander." ”

Zhang Xu replied with a smile: "It must be Wenfeng Building." The old man likes to drink with people there. It is said to be idle and less disturbed. ”

Tian Jianfu should not.