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There is such a story, in the Tang Dynasty, there was a scholar who went to the capital to take the exam, once he went to the suburbs of the south of the city to play, and saw a very good hut, so he made an excuse to go in and have a look. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info I didn't expect to fall in love with a beautiful girl in the house at first glance. The next year, he returned to the house during the Qingming Festival, but saw that the door was locked, and the people no longer knew where to move? So he wrote a poem: "Last year, in this door, the peach blossoms on the human face were red, and the peach blossoms on the human face did not know where to go? And then he went back.

After a few days, he returned to that place, and this time the gate was not locked, and he saw the girl's father, who told him sadly, "My daughter has fallen ill with lovesickness because she has read the poems he wrote, but she did not expect to die because of it." He was very sad when he heard this, and couldn't help but cry with the girl, but then the girl woke up, and it turned out that she had just fainted, and soon after, the girl who gradually recovered from her body became married to the scholar.

Looking at the peach in front of him, for some reason, Shen Luo suddenly remembered the story of this peach blossom poem. Like the girl in the story, Tao Xiaoyao is more beautiful than Peach Blossom, but Shen Luo thinks that he is not as good as the scholar, he can't be as direct as him, he just looks at each other quietly.

The other party's hot eyes, Tao Yaoyao couldn't parry, she had to turn her head aside, pretending not to look at her, but the smile on the corner of her mouth couldn't be hidden.

"Are you okay?" Shen Luo asked softly after a while.

She pursed her lips and shook her head gently, but the next moment she suddenly stepped forward and couldn't hold Shen Luo, and said softly as if whispering, "It's not good, I'm not good at all if I can't see you." As he spoke, tears began to flow down his face.

Shen Luo held her face, gently wiped away his tears, gently stroked his long hair, and the two faces got closer and closer to .......

"Ah!" Ren Yingying's face under the veil on the side turned red, and she couldn't help but exclaim.

Hearing this voice, the obsessed mandarin duck reacted, the two of them separated violently, Shen Luo looked around casually, Tao Yaoyao changed his face a lot, and said angrily to Shen Luo: "Brother Shen, why did you come to me now, no, I must find a way to punish you!"

At this time, far away in the Songshan faction in Henan, Shen Luo's sworn enemy Zuo Lengchan was furious.

In the main hall of the Songshan faction, a middle-aged man with a burly figure and a cold face sat on the top, and it was Zuo Lengchan, the head of the Songshan faction, the leader of the Wuyue Alliance, and one of the three masters of Orthodoxy.

Looking at the tired and embarrassed second junior brother Lu Bai in the hall, Zuo Lengchan's face was calm as usual, but his heart set off a monstrous anger, "What a big boldness, dare to spoil the good deeds of my Songshan faction, and if the love knife falls, I will cut him with a thousand knives" He secretly swore in his heart.

"The matter has come to this, I can't punish you, you go down first! By the way, send someone to pay for the funeral and the two junior brothers," Zuo Lengchan explained a few words to Lu Bai, and then sent him down.

It didn't take long for Zuo Lengchan's anger to subside, and he unconsciously remembered what the second junior brother said: That Shen Luo's sword skills are superb, his internal strength is profound, and his martial arts are much higher than ours, and the three of us are not his opponents when they join forces, but they taught him to kill Fei and Ding, two senior brothers?

"I think that my martial arts are much higher than any one of the thirteen Taibao, but I am not the opponent of the three of them, let alone kill two of them, this Shen Luo is young, but his martial arts are far better than me" Zuo Lengchan thought secretly.

"That's it, let's let the group of people under the Imperial City of the Capital go to toss this matter!" he sighed helplessly.

Beijing, Inner City.

There is one of the most majestic buildings in the world, which is the supreme place in the world, the Forbidden City.

Out of the Forbidden City, through the Dong'an Gate to the north, there is a low small bungalow, from the outside look very dilapidated, in the glorious Tianwei imperial city roots inconspicuous. But it's where people smell and change. I saw an ebony plaque on the gate, with four seal characters written on it: 東輯事廠 (known as Dongchang at the time).

Suddenly, I saw a man in brown clothes, a round hat, and soap boots hurrying into the yamen. He is one of the twelve stewards of the East Factory, and the day before there was a letter from Zuo Lengchan of the Songshan faction from his subordinates, he did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly reported to the yamen.

Entering the lobby, only to see a "hundred generations of Liufang" archway in front of the hall, there is a plaque on the left and right of the archway, the left book: the eunuch of the official school of the governor of Qincha, the official school of the East Factory, the right book: the eunuch Liu Jin, the eunuch of the ceremonial supervisor Bingbi. Directly in front is a huge screen, on which the four big characters of "Jingzhong to serve the country" are vividly remembered, and there is an incense case in front of the screen, which enshrines the statue of Yue Wumu.

In the middle of the hall, there is a Taishi chair, on which sits a "man" who is over forty years old, I saw him wearing a splendid cloud dragon pleated skirt, a jade belt, white soap boots, and a wingless black veil. The eyes are shiny and the face is white. This person is the current saint's cronies, the eunuch of Bingbi, Liu Jin, the prince of Dongchang.

After the steward entered the main hall, he dared to look left and right, quickly knelt on the ground, made a big salute and said: "Governor, the day before yesterday, I received a secret letter from Zuo Lengchan of the Songshan faction, and I have come to tell you. ”

"Present" A sharp and cold voice came, but it was Liu Jin who spoke.

A burly Khan on his right hand took the letter and handed it to him.

Liu Jin looked at the letter, and after a long time, he said to the big man beside him: "This Zuo Lengchan letter said that there is a Shen Luo who has ruined his good deeds, please send someone to get rid of him, Cao Ang, what do you think?"

This Cao Ang is in charge of thousands of households in Dongchang, and he is strong in martial arts and effective, and he is quite trusted by Liu Jin. He opened his mouth and said: "Overseer, why don't you let me take the people below to get rid of that Shen Luo, not only to let that Zuo Lengchan retract his heart, but also to remove the worries of the rivers and lakes for the imperial court in advance." ”

Liu Jin didn't reply, a pair of hands were tapping rhythmically on the table, and no one knew what he was thinking.

At this time, Zhang Qi, a hundred households under the court, spoke: "Governor, Cao Qianhu's opinion is absolutely not feasible! This is rumored in the rivers and lakes that the love knife Shen Luo's martial arts are very high, even better than that Zuo Lengchan, even if Cao Qianhu has high martial arts, I am afraid that he is not the opponent of Shen Luo, if he goes rashly, not to mention the loss of soldiers, this court and our Dongchang face will also be lost." ”

Cao Ang on the side heard this, and his teeth itched with hatred, but Liu Jin didn't dare to attack at present.

"Well, it makes sense, but this Shen Luo must not be removed, as for how to get rid of it, it is necessary to think about it. However, according to the miscellaneous family, this murder does not need to use a sword, and it can be put to death if you find your weakness, this Shen Luo calls himself 'Love-Breaking Knife, then his weakness is obvious, hehe" Liu Jin suddenly said.

"The Overseer sees it clearly," Cao and Zhang glanced at each other, and they all let out a sinister laugh.

In the small courtyard of Luzhu Lane in Luoyang, I saw a woman sitting by the bamboo and stroking the piano, and a man and a woman next to her snuggled together and quietly listened to the beautiful sound of the piano. The woman is Ren Yingying, but the pair of men and women are Shen Luo and Tao Xiaoxiao.

Shen has been coming to this Green Bamboo Lane for dozens of days, and these days they are tired and tired, and their relationship is heating up day by day. The relationship between the two seems to be a pitiful piece of window paper.

But unlike Tao Xiaoyao, who is immersed in love, the more time passes, the more uneasy Shen Luo feels, and every late night, the deep hatred he bears will teach him to be painful. There was a faint guess in his heart: all this was related to the Heavenly Book of Forgetfulness that he had cultivated. "The Book of Forgetting Love" is first affectionate, affectionate and then forgetful. At the beginning, Shen Luo's martial arts advanced by leaps and bounds, but it didn't take long for the drawbacks to appear: the more refined the practice, the more hard the study, the more cold the temperament became, the easier it was to break the feelings, the more uncontrollable his temperament, and the consequences were uncontrollable.

In desperation, Shen Luo decided to go out of the rivers and lakes again, looking for an opportunity to improve the book of forgetfulness. But looking at her in his arms, Shen Luo was a little hesitant, he knew that Tao Yaoyao was very attached to him, and he couldn't imagine what she would do once he left rashly. Caressing her flawless white jade face, Shen Luo was full of thoughts.

"Shen Lang, what do you want?" her laughter came.

Three days later, the arrival of a person gave Shen Luo a reason to leave.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, it must be better!]