The smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River contain an infinite graceful and profound beauty in the haze, which is always sentimental. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

And, when the lights are bright and green, and the sheng songs and dances are intertwined to drift into a prosperous atmosphere, the smoke and rain outside the ship seem to be filled with an emotion that is difficult to understand. "Rosewood Fang" lives up to its name, there are really a lot of beautiful women, and they wear very little, so the beautiful scenery is destined to be infinite.

However, at this moment, Meng classmate is like a notorious flower thief with a bad record, under the guidance of a senior priest, who has finally changed his mind and become a humble gentleman with good conduct.

So, even if the beauties in front of the banquet danced, or the beauties on the other side playing the piano, they were all filled with the alluring youth and splendor of ripe peaches, but his eyes were just through the window next to the beauties and looked at the night rain outside.

The rain is like silk.

In the midst of the lanterns of many painting boats, it seems that the chaotic emotions have been ruthlessly strangled, and then formed a scar of endless ends.

This is a man whose feelings have been brutally tortured and hurt.

The beautiful eyes of the county lord of Yuqin stopped on the face of Yume-san.

She sat with her classmates and dreams, she herself is a young and beautiful woman, maybe she has been spoiled in the circle of life since she was a child, so her pride will never be like other women to see beautiful women and have the idea of comparison, at least, she will never allow herself to compare with these art girls in front of her with dignity.

In her eyes, there is only one person who is missing.

Because she was sitting side by side, she could only see the outline of Meng Classmate's handsome face and the overflowing sentimentality in the corners of her eyes.

Despite this, her heart was also suddenly painful, a little sour and painful.

At this moment, she couldn't help but have a warm thought in her heart: Sanshao, I lost the bet, if I am allowed to choose, I hope that I can use my weak hand to heal all the scars in your soul.

Time is slowly passing.

Some people say that a true friend can not only accompany you in the midst of the noise and hysterical squandering of youth, but also accompany you in silence without a sense of embarrassment.

How much hatred, in the soul of last night's dream.

It is also like the old time to swim in the garden, and the car is like a flowing water and a dragon.

The flower moon is in the spring breeze......

Li Yu, the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty, wrote a song full of nostalgia and sadness "Jiangnan Hate", which floated faintly on the lake.

The tone of the chanter is not high, but it can pass through the long rain and reach everyone's ears very clearly, as if it is whispering softly in your ear.

Ordinary people, they can hear the infinite vicissitudes and melancholy in the bosom of the person who recites.

Only martial arts scholars like Meng can distinguish from them that their internal skills are extremely high, and they have really reached the extremely high realm of spitting words into lines.

According to the direction of the sound source, it should come from the direction of the back of the dream, and there is also a small window here, as long as the dream student twists his head, he can see the martial arts master who recites the poem.

However, classmate Meng seems to have been completely stripped of the curiosity that young people should have, just like an old monk who has cultivated for thousands of years in an ancient temple and is like a waterless monk, motionless.

However, the county lord of Yuqin couldn't help but turn his head to look at it, and then couldn't help but praise in a low voice: "What a handsome son." ”

Then, she gently patted Meng classmate and said, "Hey, Sanshao, that person seems to be even more handsome than you." ”

Meng said, "Oh. ”

Lord Yuqin said: "It seems that martial arts should also be very good. ”

Meng said, "Oh. ”

The county lord of Yuqin finally felt the grievance of being neglected, turned his head, stared at his face, looked at it for a while, and was finally defeated, and sighed softly: "Third Shao, although I am in the house of the eunuch, I have also heard about your various legends. ”

Meng frowned and said, "County Lord, what do you want to say?"

The county lord of Yuqin sighed faintly and said, "I just think, I just hope that you take me on a night tour of the West Lake, not a plan that you have originally designed." ”

Yes, no one wants to be used by themselves, and they send thank you pennants to each other in a daze. It was just a matter of being forcibly pulled out of the bed to help get out of the city, and if it was used in a foolish way and kept in the dark, it would be really unjust.

Classmate Meng finally turned his face, looked at her delicate and lovely face, and said, "Let me tell you, the reason why people are valuable is because they have value that can be used." If a person has completely lost his usefulness, he is no different from a stone on the ground. And a successful person is to constantly release his available value to the greatest extent, arbitrage his greatest needs, and accumulate his dream castle little by little. If to be used is to be betrayed, then, in other words, the successful person is the one who is best at selling himself. ”

The county lord of Yuqin was silent, and she fell into thought.

In fact, most successful people will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals, and those who sell their conscience are heroes, and those who sell their lives are heroes.

And whether it is a hero or a hero, those who achieve great things are inseparable from two words: betrayal.

Zheng!

Suddenly, there was a dull loud noise, and the whole boat slammed, and the cups on the table jumped violently, as if it had suffered a strong earthquake.

A hearty voice sounded in the night sky: "The first swordsman of the grassland, sure enough, lives up to his name." ”

An indifferent voice: "I have long admired the South China Sea's 'Disillusionment Thousand Waves' swordsmanship and walked alone in the world, Brother Qin inherited the true inheritance, and it was really good, and I was fortunate to have this opportunity to meet tonight, which was originally a blessing in life." It's a pity, Brother Qin is in the middle of the night, in the midst of this beautiful scenery, reciting the grievances of the Tang Queen, but how many meanings does it have?

"Hahahahaha......"

There was a hearty laugh, then a long sigh, and he said slowly: "Hulutu, you are also a hero, how can you still be as knowledgeable as some vulgar people, and you have to arrange some rights and wrongs or crimes by reciting a few lines of poetry casually." Of course, if you have to impose criminal responsibility, I Qin Daohe doesn't have any opinion, you can draw the line, and I will take it. ”

"What a spirit, huh, do you mean yourself, or the whole South China Sea?"

"Whatever you want. ”

"Good, good. I know. ”

Silence.

There was silence.

The county lord of Yuqin couldn't help but whisper: "Why did you leave?"

In her consciousness, perhaps, since Qin Daohe from the South China Sea was so strong and provocative, Hulutu, who was so proud as the first person in the grassland, should be furious, and fought to the death with Qin Daohe for his personal or the honor of the entire empire, but he never expected that he would actually leave. It's a bit of an anticlimactic.

If you let the fans who worship him know, will they be sad and disappointed, beat their chests and cry bitterly, and fly into the water?

"Sanshao, in poor health, can you invite the two of you to come over and have a glass of wine?"

Meng stood up slowly, and at the same time pulled up the wrist of the county lord of Yuqin, and in her suspicious expression, dragged her out of the cabin, and you could see a white-clothed young man with a sword at his waist and a long body like a crown of jade, standing on the side of a painting boat opposite with his hands behind his back, looking at them with a smile.

The distance between the two boats is only about five zhang, this distance should be absolutely no problem for Qin Daohe, a master of kneading swordsmanship and light martial arts, but Qin Daohe said that he was not competent, and the lord of Yuqin began to have a lot of room to think, but when classmate Meng picked her up and flew over, Qin Daohe invited them into a box, Qin Daohe spit out a mouthful of red blood, she knew that compared to Sanshao, she really thought too much.

Qin Daohe was injured, and moreover, it was not light.

Since Qin Daohe was seriously injured, why did the shrewd and skilled Hu Rutu miss the opportunity?

Hurutu is by no means a loving man and a good woman, willing to add trouble to himself in the future.

There is only one answer: Hurutu must have been seriously injured as well.

Qin Daohe poured three glasses of wine, picked up the wine glasses, and saluted Classmate Meng: "Sanshao, I should thank you." ”

The county lord of Yuqin didn't understand, in the fierce and short second battle between Qin Daohe and Hu Tu, classmate Meng didn't pay any attention from beginning to end, why did Qin Daohe thank him?

She didn't know because although her martial arts were good, if she compared them with Qin Daohe and Hulutu, it would be like comparing a kindergarten with a doctoral student, it could be said that there was no suspense in the world.

With Lu Tu and Qin Daohe's advanced martial arts realm, they would certainly feel the powerful invisible pressure that Meng released intentionally or unintentionally, so that they knew that there was a master in this area who could threaten them.

Therefore, even if, after they fought, Lu Tu's injury was lighter than Qin Daohe's, but he was still intimidated by the nameless master who was hiding in the shadows, gave up decisively, and resolutely turned around and left.

Qin Daohe's thanks are here.

Naturally, the lord of Yuqin doesn't understand this.

What made her even more incomprehensible was that classmate Meng actually said, "If you want to thank you, I should say it." ”

Qin Daohe glanced at him deeply, then smiled slowly, laughing a little playfully, and said, "It's that I'm troublesome, hehe......"

The county lord of Yuqin was very depressed, pouted, and said, "You can play me dumb riddles, anyway, I don't understand, and I don't want to understand." ”

Qin Daohe sweated and said, "County Lord, it's rude, come on, please drink." ”

But in the end, he didn't say that Meng should thank him, and Meng seemed to have forgotten the topic just now, and raised his glass frequently.

It is estimated that gossip is a woman's nature. Although the lord of Yuqin forcibly dispelled her curiosity to study the relationship between them, she soon discovered one thing: when several dance artists were dismissed, there was still a kite girl left in the box.

The kite playing woman is about ten years old, with delicate eyebrows, delicate face, light makeup, a light green light gauze dress, sitting in front of the kite, ten fingers playing the strings, and the roots are like jade.

Or the low complaint of whimpering, or the rich sorrow of late autumn, or the bath of lonely thoughts in the middle of the night, drifting between the strings with her fingers.

This is not the point, the point is that although the woman in green bows her head and plucks the strings most of the time, she seems to be very professional and attentive, but when she occasionally quietly raises her head, her eyes are looking at Qin Daohe, and her eyes are full of a distressing melancholy and idiot.

It is said that people who have never been in love don't understand love. However, the county lord of Yuqin can conclude that even if she has never been in love, she can see that her eyes are full of love. However, Qin Daohe also seemed to ignore it and did not let the kite woman leave.

It was almost dawn, and the boat was about to dock. When Qin Daohe sent him out, Meng seemed to say to himself: "Some people love when they love, and if they hesitate, they will only bring more harm to everyone." ”

The muscles on Qin Daohe's face twitched, and a deep struggle and pain swept through his eyes. Silence.

Meng said softly: "If the Qin family does not allow it, the gate of my Yandang Mountain can be opened for you at any time." ”

Qin Daohe's eyes showed a hint of gratitude, and said, "Sanshao, I, I don't have your courage......"

Meng sneered and said, "Love is originally a contest of courage. If you are still weighing the courage you can pay for love, then this love is worth questioning. ”

Qin Daohe's blood surged, his eyes were almost red, and he said hoarsely: "Sanshao, I will let you dispel all suspicions!"

Meng said lightly: "I'll wait." ”

Then he stopped and picked up the county lord of Yuqin, and with a light touch on his toes, his figure flew to the shore.

Qin Daohe roared, "I'll let you see it!"

Meng didn't speak again, and the figure gradually faded away.

The zither bent and disappeared, and the fluttering teardrops fell on the strings of the zither like broken threads, splashing flowers. The woman in green stood up, looked in the direction of Classmate Meng's disappeared figure, and bowed in the distance, and said in a throated voice: "Sanshao, thank you......"