Song Yu was bored in the house, got up and went out for a walk, he wanted to see what kind of magical powers the wooden man in the garden had!

This manor is not very large, but the courtyard is overgrown with vegetation, and it is staggered by Na Mu Weng, which has a sense of paradise. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Mu Weng is an old man who is over the age of six, with white hair, a coarse cloth and a short pulp and clean washing, holding a large pair of scissors in his hand, constantly pruning a banyan tree with lush foliage.

"Old man, come and rest for a while?" Song Yu walked over to greet Mu Weng.

"It doesn't matter. Mu Weng only made a symbolic sigh and continued to do his work.

"This old man really reveals such a strangeness. Song Yu thought secretly, but he was too embarrassed to say it clearly.

He sat in the shade of the tree and looked at the old man, the scissors in his hand were very steady, pruning the branches and leaves without cutting a single leaf or a branch, which showed that he was the old gardener here. Song Yu never believed that such an old man could settle everything outside the palace, it must have been the middle-aged man who exaggerated it.

"Old man, sit down and rest for a while!" Song Yu saw that Mu Weng had finished his work and walked towards him, and hurriedly stood up and asked him to sit down and enjoy the coolness.

Mu Weng sat down and didn't say a word, just picked up a pot of tea in front of him and drank it nourishingly.

"Dare to ask the old man's name?" Song Yu only heard that the person was Mu Weng, and he didn't know exactly what his name was.

"They all call me Mu Weng, I don't remember my previous name. Mu Weng said every sentence simply, as if it was difficult to say more.

"Oh, Senior Mu, I want to ask you something!" Song Yu approached Mu Weng and looked very respectful, he didn't know who this Mu Weng was.

"Please!"

"What do you have to do with my father Song Qing?" Song Yu didn't know what this place had to do with his own family.

"I only have something to do with the shadow, don't ask anything else!" Mu Weng said indifferently.

"Who is the shadow?" Song Yu was surprised when she heard this strange name.

"The man who brought you here. Mu Weng looked at Song Yu, and his eyes quickly turned flat again, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him.

"Oh! That man's name is Shadow!No wonder he said he was my father's shadow in the capital!" Song Yu thought carefully about what the gentleman had said earlier.

"Young man, please take care of yourself, the old man has returned to the house. Mu Weng obviously didn't have anything to say to Song Yu, and got up to leave.

"Senior, please!" Song Yu also felt that it was not opportunistic to talk to this old man, and hurriedly got up to send Mu Weng away.

"This strange old man, there is no one in this place, and he doesn't want to talk to me, so I'm too lazy to talk to you!

Song Yu in the northwest has long heard of the Jingshi Wuhua Tianbao, outstanding people, and the Qinhuai River, fireworks and willow alleys There are countless beautiful legends of talented and beautiful people.

This time when you come to the capital, how can you miss a glimpse of the charm and style of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

Song Yu walked along the Qinhuai River, night fell, the lanterns were on, the reflection in the water and the beautiful scenery of the riverside contrasted with each other, there were painting boats floating on the clear river water, which stretched for dozens of miles, and there were bursts of Suzhou bullet words in the painting boat, Wu Yin was ethereal, making people linger.

"The Yangtze River is surging and the waves are surging, and a flat boat floats on the water.

Go up the mountain to save your husband and wife, even if the wind and waves are high. A sound of "The Legend of the White Snake" came from a painting boat on the other side of the river, and Song Yu was intoxicated when he heard it.

The singing voice is tactful and delicate, with the pleasant sound of the pipa, telling Bai Suzhen's sad and beautiful feelings, and Song Yu is full of infinite sentimentality like Xu Xian in Jinshan Temple.

I don't know who this singer is? There seems to be an infinitely sentimental story in her singing, which makes Song Yu want to stop listening to it.

Song Yu found a ferry, followed the song to find it, and stopped at a bow of the boat, this canopy boat is not too big, a pink palace lamp on the bow of the boat swayed in the wind, and the boat revealed dim candlelight.

Song Yu said goodbye to the boatman's house and only got on the canopy boat.

An old mother with a rouge face and wearing red and green introduced Song Yu into the ship.

A gauze curtain blocked Song Yu's vision, but a graceful woman could be vaguely seen caressing the pipa, her lips were slightly open, and her singing voice sounded clearer and moving.

"Childe, please come inside!" the old mother lifted the door curtain and smiled at Song Yu.

"Hey!" Song Yu is also familiar with the Fengyue place, and for some reason he is a little shy to come here today.

Song Yu stepped in gently, very careful with every step, for fear that one of his reckless movements would disturb this heavenly singing.

Song Yu sat diagonally across from the woman, raising her head from time to time to peek in. Although the candlelight was dim, Song Yu could see clearly, the person's jet-black hair was not like the traditional women of the Wu Dynasty tied into a bun, but loosely let it hang down, as if he had just bathed out and had not had time to make up.

The bright eyes and teeth are like snow, the goose eggs are small and the face is cherry, and the softness of the Jiangnan woman is gathered in her.

A long pink dress hung down on her palm-sized golden lotus, probably a slight stool, and her toes touched the ground, revealing a shyness everywhere.

After singing the song, Song Yu was still savoring it.

"Childe, the little girl is polite!" The woman got up and saluted Song Yu, waking Song Yu up from the song.

The girl's singing voice was like a heavenly sound, and Xiaosheng crossed the river to find the sound and disturbed it. Song Yu hurriedly got up and saluted back.

"It's okay!" every word the woman said was like honey, greasy to people's hearts.

"What do you call the girl?" Song Yuqing couldn't help herself, and her voice was slightly vibrato.

"Little girl Dai Lan, the son's surname is a big name?" Dai Lan saw that the person who came was still good, and bowed her head and smiled shyly.

"Xiaosheng Chongyu!" Song Yu didn't dare to reveal his identity anymore, although he was deep in the depths of the fireworks, he still didn't dare to be careless.

"Childe is coming from the north?" asked Dai Lan softly.

"The girl has good eyesight, I don't know where the girl is from?" Song Yu didn't expect that this Dailan girl could see at a glance that she was from the north, could it be that she was also from the north?

"Dai Lan was born in the rivers and lakes, and I don't remember where my family is!" Dai Lan sighed softly, although the sigh was very small, but Song Yu still heard it clearly.

"Oh, did the girl learn this ballad from a young age?"

"Dailan has followed her mother since she was a child, and she learned to play words before she could speak. Dailan looked down self-deprecatingly.

"Childe, please use tea!" The old mother outside the curtain took a plate of refreshments and put it on the small table next to Song Yu, and left.

"Thank you, Mom!" Song Yu was also tired of eating the delicacies of the mountains and seas, and looked at the exquisite southern pastries in front of him, and he couldn't even call them famous.

He picked up a piece of yellow and white square snacks, put it in his mouth, and took a bite gently, this pastry was slightly hard in his hand, and it melted in his mouth when he ate it, and the wonder of this craft was amazing!

He picked up the small blue and white tea bowl and took a sip, the tea was fragrant and elegant, this is the best West Lake Longjing!

"This refreshment is so attentive, Xiaosheng is blessed!" Song Yu smiled after drinking, the people are beautiful and the tea is fragrant, this trip is worth it.

"Of course, Childe has a mouthful, these are all new tea after the rain that has just been picked this year, and the water is collected from the dew at the tip of the flower in the early morning. Dai Lan looked at Song Yu with a kind smile on her face, and she was not so restrained when talking to him.

"The life of Jiangnan people is indeed meticulous, not as sloppy as us northerners!" Song Yu smiled ashamedly.

"Childe is modest!" Dai Lan saw that Song Yu was personable, and life was definitely not a sloppy person.

"Can you ask the girl to play another song?" Song Yu was still immersed in Dai Lan's singing, where was one song enough!

"Childe meditates, and Dailan is ugly. Dai Lan picked up the pipa, the jade onion fingers, gently played, the sound of the pipa was like a pearl, and the song was curling and refreshing.

was savoring, suddenly the hull of the boat shook suddenly, Song Yu almost didn't fall, Dailan stayed on the boat for a long time, and she was not so embarrassed, but the song stopped abruptly.

Immediately after that, three men with thick waists and round shoulders came into the boat, and when they came in, there was a shout.

"Miss Dailan, my master is invited!" said a bearded man with a mouth full of wine, and his voice sounded like a broken gong.

"Who is so unsightly, didn't see this son here?" Song Yuyi's good mood was disturbed by these minions all night, and his heart was full of anger, if this is in Chang'an, he must die.

"Yo, who's this?" the bearded man didn't expect someone to dare to talk to him like this, and turned around to see a creamy little student, and he was angry.

"It doesn't matter who I am, I'm here tonight to listen to the music, go back and tell your master, ask him to find another fang!" Song Yu was too lazy to talk to these minions, but he was not too ostentatious in the capital.

"You listen to the music, I think you are the little white face raised by the blue girl!"

"Haha......" The three big men laughed wildly.

"I'm your mother's little white face. Where had Song Yu been so humiliated, and a plate of pastries smashed into the big man's face.

The bearded man was laughing, and he didn't notice that a plate flew over, and it happened to be hit by a plate of pastries, and it was a little blindfolded.

"Ouch! Uncles, don't do it, don't do it!" The old mother outside the curtain hurriedly came over to persuade her, and she couldn't afford to offend any uncle.

"Get out of here!" the big man pushed the old mother aside and stretched out his sandbag-sized fist to hit Song Yu.

Song Yu grew up in the army and has a bit of kung fu on his body, but he doesn't like to fight and kill, and he hasn't practiced much. Seeing the fist attacking, a bend flashed, the center of gravity was slightly lower, and a kick swept towards the big man's lower plate.

With a "plop", the big man was tripped by Song Yu and stumbled and sat on the ground.

The remaining two big men saw that Song Yu had moved his hand, and then he threw his beard to the ground, grinning one by one, and rushed towards Song Yu.

Song Yu's kung fu is not good, it is okay to sneak attack while people are unprepared, facing two or three people, he can't cope with it for a while, and after a while, he was pressed to the ground by one of their arms, unable to move left and right.

"Little white face, why aren't you angry?" the bearded man squatted down, patted Song Yu's face with his hand, and smiled proudly.

"You dare to touch your grandfather, I want the life of your whole family!" Song Yu's eyes could breathe fire.

"Yo! my mouth is quite hard!, brothers, serve this master!" the bearded man snorted, and got up and sat aside.

The two men punched and kicked Song Yu for a while, and their mouths kept making vulgar insults.