The street lights light up the city of Chang'an at night, and the smooth streets are illuminated as day, when a city can be converted into two completely different living conditions with the sun, then the people here must be very happy.

Juggling stalls along the street were crowded with people, accompanied by a string of flames spraying in the night, and the crowd of onlookers erupted in bursts of applause, and the sound of the copper coins falling to the ground led to the next cheer.

The streets and alleys continue to pour out like a tide of pedestrians, looking left and right under a light and shadow blur, there are Chang'an guards in gray short coats passing through, but they are on an errand but are forced to stuff melons and fruits by the hawkers to eat, and hurriedly stuff it into their mouths after walking away with a stinky face, and the smile blooming in the corners of their eyes I don't know if the candied fruit is too sweet.

Yun Zhao, whose heart was swaying, walked in the crowd of lights, like the embarrassment of the peasant Han entering the city, smelling the faint fragrance of fat powder of the charming young woman on the street, and gradually felt that he couldn't move.

How can the shop of Deji Fang be so big, these bottles and cans can be several times more than in Chengping, how can those handsome girls who stand in front of the stall be so dazzling, and the flower skirts that mop the floor are not afraid of being dirty?

Dressed in a moon-white robe, Qianqin walked through it, unexpectedly not wearing the long sword that never left him, but replaced it with another sword inlaid with brilliant blue crystals, which looked like a string of dazzling orbs hanging from his waist from a distance.

When he was about to go out, Yun Zhao watched him pull out the sword from the storage cabinet in the room, and was almost blinded by the pearl light, Yun Zhao, who thought that he had been injured by the hidden weapon, kicked on the hip bone of Qian Qin in anger, and the latter just wanted to get up when he was hit by this blow and fell directly into the storage cabinet.

This is also why the two of them are walking on the same street, but they are very far apart at this time, one is because of the weakness of the heart caused by that kick, and the other is still sulking because of the redness and swelling on the wings of the nose.

But a boy is a teenager, after Qianqin politely rejected the youthful love of many girls, as well as countless gentleness that deliberately passed by, he finally felt that Chang'an and himself had not changed, so he restored his friendship with a cup of honeydew melon stuffed in a corner.

If you don't care about the handover of the melon brew, the dryness and stiffness of the two are uncomfortable, and the young man's face is filled with an imaginative flush, which comes from the words of the young man who led the way.

"Yun Zhao, I'll take you to the best Qinglou in Chang'an to open a meat restaurant. ”

It's really quite pure friendship.

...

In the flattering smile and courteous call of the turtle at the door, the two teenagers stepped on the big red silk mat, looking at the jewels rushing to their faces, Yun Zhao wanted to unbutton his clothes to show a little free, this is the first time that he has stepped into the threshold without weighing the money bag, and he is still so rich and graceful.

Maybe it was the unrest in his heart, which caused the young man's trembling hands to be stunned and unable to untie the buttonholes that he was familiar with, and the sweat oozing from his sideburns caused him to become more and more nervous, so he simply wiped the sweat with his palms upward, in order to cover up the embarrassment.

The little lady leading the way in front of him seemed to see his embarrassment, her waist swayed more and more bewitching, her plump buttocks loomed under the tulle skirt, and when Yun Zhao felt the hot current that had begun to gather in her nose, she finally stopped in front of a Zhu case.

"Stuffed three treasure ducks in cans, roasted skirts with garlic seeds, safflower shark fin rice, two pots of plum wine, one each at frozen temperature. Even before the little servant who passed the food came to the table, Qianqin took a sip of tea and talked eloquently while cleaning his hands with a hot towel.

Hearing that there were a few dishes that had not been written into the recipe, it was a guy who had been crawling in this red dust place for many years, and soon the lines of the smile on his face became softer, and the curvature of the bending was even a little deeper.

This place is very different from what Yun Zhao imagined, at least it is far from the scene of sleeping in the Qinglou in his dream. The whole hall is built around a clear pond, a total of three floors of high and low, there is a vermilion table case in the middle of the clear pond, the floating staircase next to it can rotate and go upstairs, the red silk paving is decorated, and the dome hangs countless golden nan ribbons with the crowd shuttling and blowing.

The tables and chairs are all trimmed with silver powder, and there are constantly people escalating up, most of them are gentlemen who are eager to engrave wealth on their faces. However, it is surprising that the land of red dust is like a place of books, and even the most urgent animals do not attack the attendants on their side, but quietly enjoy the bamboo performance of a famous person.

...

Looking at the plump gentleness of the gentle attendant in the neighboring seats, Yun Zhao hesitated whether to give a hint and let the girl next to him choose a few girls to sit with, the little servant was replaced by a steward, and he held a wooden cart and began to make vegetables.

Qian Qin took a jade file to manicure his nails after he sat down, leaned back in his chair as if waiting for something, and did not mention the topic of meat before, and Yun Zhao, who was full of grievances, was quickly attracted by the dishes on the table.

The extravagant dishes and accessories, even the chopsticks are made of silver, the touch is cold and the opening and closing continue to make a pleasant crisp sound, the tip of the chopsticks has just dipped through the tender leg meat of the Sanbao duck, and there is a noise upstairs, and Qianqin put down the jade file.

The duck leg meat that had just been picked up had not yet been put into his mouth, Yun Zhao raised his head slightly when he heard the sound and looked at the floating water staircase, a pair of white and tender thighs came into view at the corner of the wooden escalator, exposed to the air without the slightest cover, a red rope tied to a silver bell at the ankle, bare feet, and his skin was like clotted fat.

"Ding", the silver bell rings,

"Smack", the duck leg meat falls into the plate.

Yun Zhao, who was stunned, listened to the noise in the hall, and then realized that the previous gang of turtle suns was to wait for others, and he didn't expect this beauty to be so... So wonderful.

Looking at the barefoot woman who slowly walked down the stairs, her upper body was covered with a tulle, loosely draped over her jade shoulders, looming and revealing how magnificent it was hidden under the tulle, the hem only covered the buttocks, and her slender and white legs were at your disposal.

Qianqin drank an amber frozen plum and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Yun Zhao hurriedly pulled the towel to stop the nosebleed, and gasped for breath.

...

The barefoot woman slowly walked to the twelve-stringed zither in the middle of the clear pond, rolled up her cuffs, and stroked the surface of the zither with her green jade fingers.

In the corner of the hall, a scholar in a green shirt tightened the hem of his clothes and grabbed the fan bone on the table.

Yun Zhao barely blocked the blood flow with a towel, and struggled to get up to see the woman's appearance clearly.

Qianqin smiled and got up, ready to throw the spar-encrusted sword towards Qingchi.

...

The scholar in the green shirt pressed the handle of the fan, and the entire marble table was instantly covered with cracks, and only then did he see the figure dressed as a beautiful scholar, and his face distorted by the force continued to fall powder, revealing countless wrinkles like ravines.

The sword inlaid with spars detached from the palm of his hand, and was thrown straight at Qingchi in mid-air, this sword was privately cast by the Imperial Ten Courtyard, and was originally given to the dean to go out and use it, but at this time it was flying on the way to exchange for a woman's spring festival, and the sword owner seemed to be indifferent, as if he threw out a copper coin called Hanako, and the beneficiary was unaware at this time, holding a towel and tiptoeing to look.

The scholar in the green shirt, no, the old man of Nanzhen Fusi, who was dressed as a scholar in the green shirt, spread out the fan, there was no fan surface, only seven pitch-black fan bones, like the sleeve arrow quenched with cold mangs on the phoenix road, and more like the long sword of the Nansi Eagle Falcon.

All stories will have climactic twists, and there will be a shocking shot from the storyteller.

Syllable!

Zhao Yanmo caught the sword studded with spars, and then smashed it even harder on Yun Zhao's face, who was holding a towel to stop the nosebleed.

The boy fainted in astonishment, his towel falling off, and blood gushing out.

"Did Lao Tzu not let you go along the street to have fun?" Zhao Yanmo glared at the tiger and stepped on the eaves of the table.

Qian Qin quickly put away his sword, carried the fainting Yun Zhao, and left quickly.

didn't ask why the general was in the Qinglou, which was very inconsistent with the boy's temper.

Probably because he saw the panic in the general's eyes, he walked very fast, and even ran after going out.

...

Zhao Yanmo arched his hand to the surroundings to apologize, and the disturbed people looked at the military token hanging from his waist, closed their mouths one after another, and sat down again to enjoy the music of Qingchi.

The general turned back to his seat and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The Jin Nan ribbon lifted between the rows blew a gust of wind, and the wrinkles on the face of the old man of Nansi were suddenly blown away by the breeze.

...

Jin Nan Ribbon regained its composure.

The general sat down, and the scholar in the green shirt sipped his tea, and the soft wattle stroked the strings of the zither.

...

Yun Zhao pulled the noodles with a resentful face, and squatted on the side to stop the bleeding.

"I didn't eat a bite of the food on the table!" swallowed the noodles, the thickness was different, and the taste was very poor.

"That's not all you're missing. Qianqin wiped his sword, remembering the woman's gentleness.

...

"Are you familiar with Chang'an?"

"Stayed for a while. ”

"Then where did you live before, didn't you just buy this house?"

"Third floor. ”

...

Looking at the young man with a mouth full of noodles and a puzzled face, Qianqin sighed.

"On the third floor of the green building, I lived for three years. ”

"That's the one we went to, right, what's the name of the green building?"

"It's called Qinglou. ”

...

"What's that woman's name?"

"Refuge. ”