In the spring of the third year of Kaiping, the situation in the DPRK has initially stabilized. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Since the Battle of Changning three years ago defeated the Huns, the border has also begun to become peaceful, and the world is moving step by step in the direction of peace and prosperity.

In Chang'an in March, the spring breeze is still very cold, and there is still a lot of residual snow in the shade, so I can't see any meaning of the new year.

Although the new emperor has only been on the throne for three years, the world has already changed. The government is harmonious, the country and the people are safe, and gradually, the opposition voices of the government and the opposition have subsided.

Today is the third day of March, and some places in the people will celebrate the Samba Festival. It's a day of rejuvenation. It is customary to go home early on this day and return the night time to the ghosts.

The emperor didn't believe this, and since ancient times, the emperor's hands have been stained with blood, and most of the murder cases in the empire have to be reviewed by him. Zhu criticized a little, and a new soul was added.

The scenery of Chang'an in March is still very deserted, although there are some strong flowers left in the upper garden, after all, they are not energetic enough.

The emperor was in a mood for a while, and led the horse out of the palace gate. At this moment, he is standing on the towering tower, looking down on the common people.

Embracing a snow fox, his eyes calmly looked at the vast wilderness on the outskirts of Chang'an City. The expression on his face was cloudy, and he couldn't see joy or sorrow.

Even in the middle of the day, the sun didn't warm up in the slightest. The forty-three-year-old Du Heng is no longer young, and his gentle face even shows a little old. No one knew exactly what the Emperor was looking at, just as no one had ever seen through his mind.

Since the emperor ascended the throne three years ago, he has been busy every day and rarely has time to come out. Du Heng's family is not prosperous, and there is only one daughter under his knees. Princess Jinwen has never shown her face in the palace, and since her father ascended the throne, she has not been heard from.

There are rumors in the world, but no one can guess the right direction.

Although the harem has gradually been enriched over the years, no one has ever added a son and a half daughter to him.

If you have to say that Du Heng's eyes must have a destination, it is probably Gusu in the south of the Yangtze River.

Gusu is the most likely place for the only daughter he can think of, the world is so big, he has been looking for three years, and he hasn't been able to see her again.

Ali must be determined not to let him find him. His daughter has always been Bing Xue's intelligence, and her strategic talent has never been lost to any man, which has always been his pride. However, what I never expected was that I would lose her in the end because of this.

When the night is quiet, he will also regret a little, he shouldn't have taught Ah Li so much, a girl, shouldn't read any sage books, let alone learn what art of war.

Otherwise, she will be like an ordinary girl who obeys her parents' orders, marries early, and teaches her husband and children at home. He can also always know whether she is doing well or not, where it will be like now, and he doesn't even know if she is still alive.

In the past few years, the rivers and lakes have not been as stable as the court situation, but it is a distance that he can't control, and Ah Li doesn't know martial arts, so he can't worry.

Thousands of miles away in Gusu, sweeping away the depression of the capital Chang'an, it is a completely different world. At this moment, the peach and willow are green, and the spring is as deep as the sea.

The girls and the flower vendors are still haggling, and the whole city is full of life. The streets are bustling with businessmen and pedestrians, and the teahouses are also lively exchanging news from all over the rivers and lakes.

On the table by the window, only a young man in white sat with handsome eyebrows, holding a cup in one hand. The look is silent, and it seems a little out of place in the excitement of this spring day. The cup is not filled with wine, but the most ordinary tea in the teahouse.

He is tall, sitting in front of the window, dressed in white and snow, and the peach blossoms outside the window are particularly gorgeous. Occasionally, the guests in the teahouse pointed at him, quietly guessing about him in the past. I don't know if he can hear or not, and he doesn't react at all, only occasionally giving a very shallow smile to the crowd, and I don't know whether to respond or deny.

Every spring, the storyteller in the teahouse will always tell the legend of the wind and moon of the talented and beautiful woman. The people in the story have changed their names and eras, but the content is not very new.

In recent years, the rumors about the Netherworld Swordsman on the rivers and lakes have gradually decreased, and it is no longer a new content in the teahouse.

Bai Qian was just thinking about those old stories year after year, how the visitors were never bored. He just didn't know that although the story was still the same story, the viewers were not the same group as they were back then.

He stayed for a long time, and the store was a little annoying to him.

There is a match and a match, and Ren is thinking about it. He seemed to be listening carefully to all kinds of rumors, and he seemed to be in a trance, and he turned a deaf ear to the shopkeeper's several urgings.

Although Bai Qian is not an alcoholic, he usually does not leave alcohol for three meals, only on the third day of March every year, Bai Qian must quit drinking.

He only drank tea on this day, and this habit began after the Battle of Changning three years ago, and no one knew what such a prodigal son on the rivers and lakes could have to do with that earth-shattering war.

Bai Qian is a lone ranger, does not belong to any sect on the rivers and lakes, and is quiet and does not have many friendships. His whereabouts have always been erratic, and only on the third day of March every year, he will appear in Gusu City.

In the past few years, the vendetta between the various sects on the rivers and lakes has not completely subsided, and it is actually not safe to walk the rivers and lakes alone.

Bai Qian stayed in the teahouse until it was dark, and he had no intention of leaving.

A pot of tea had already been cold, and he seemed unconscious when he held it in his hand.

The teahouses have changed hands several times, and this year's shop is also new. Gusu is worthy of being a bustling city, and things change and stars can't even tolerate sadness.

Xiao Er walked over and said to Bai Qian: "Guest officer, I'm really sorry." The shop closes early today. You see that the guests next to you are scattered, if you come to visit relatives, you should take refuge early, and if you come by yourself, find an inn to rest. ”

Bai Qian put down the tea cup in his hand, said yes, and walked out the door after settling the bill.

Xiao Er also added a sentence behind him: "Today is a fierce time, a day for evil ghosts to return to the sun." Be careful. ”

Bai Qian raised his hand and pulled out a flute pinned to his waist, took it to his eyes, looked at it, and said in a low voice: "In this world, it would be great if there were really ghosts, at least I could take another look." ”

It's still a death to think about it if you look at it more, and it can't last long after all if you say a few more words, since parting is just a matter of time, then what else is there to worry about.

At nightfall, there was not even a single figure in the streets. The city that was so bustling during the day seemed to suddenly become an empty city. When the cool spring breeze blew, Bai Qian suddenly felt homesick.