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Perhaps in the faceless ugly child's opinion, the focus of what Jiang Yangsheng discussed with him just now was not the so-called cooperation between Dashang and Beilai after five years, he knew very well in his heart that this young man with red fur just wanted to show his identity and let himself be jealous, after all, in the current Great Zhou, the turmoil caused by the death of a prince of Beilai was far greater than the death of a prince.

The faceless man who walked a long way along the riverside could not talk about losing his soul, let alone being high-spirited, this prince of the great merchant who could have lived to the extreme luxury was hunched over his waist at this time, staring at the calm Qinhuai River, looking at the ghost-like face that the river should shine on, indescribably hideous.

He muttered to himself: "The chaos within five years is not only the layout of your emperors and vassal kings of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but also our big merchants have to compete for the luck of the world." ”

Jiang Yangsheng walked several miles along the brightly lit riverside, looked up at the scenery standing in front of him, 'Ninety-ninth Floor', and smiled slightly, as if he thought of what he insisted on seeing the Empress Shang back then.

Then his eyes were covered from behind.

"What are you doing staring at the 'ninety-ninth floor' with a pair of thief eyes? You men, as my sister said, there is no good thing, otherwise, there will be a place like Qinhuai River. ”

She Taohua didn't know when she appeared behind Jiang Yangsheng, and at this time she naughtily covered Jiang Yangsheng's eyes and laughed.

"I said aunt, I heard that there are not only beautiful women in this 'ninety-ninth floor', but also some good cream babies, which are all for those old women who come here with very strong tastes. ”

Jiang Yangsheng quipped.

She Taohua hurriedly took a few sips, and didn't argue much, but said: "Those little people are too girly, they talk yin and yang weirdly, and their bodies are weaker than women, as if they fall to the ground when they blow, where they look like a man, they look similar and can still talk about the past." ”

"Oh?"

Jiang Yangsheng raised his eyebrows, the latter instinctively winced his little head, and hurriedly added: "Naturally, you are not good-looking, the most important thing is that you have masculinity." ”

Jiang Yangsheng laughed dumbly, since he was a child, he was used to hearing the euphemistic flattery of his subordinates, and it was the first time he was slapped on the back so bluntly, Jiang Yangsheng still felt a little difficult to accept.

"Would you like to go to the 'Ninety-Ninth Floor' and have a look?"

She Taohua let go of her hand, and then stood beside Jiang Yangsheng, looking at the wooden building that towered into the sky like a pillar of heaven, and asked.

Jiang Yangsheng shook his head, he was not very interested, and he didn't want to go there.

She Taohua was not reluctant, because she knew very well in her heart the meaning of the 'Ninety-Nine Floor', at least on the Qinhuai River, the 'Ninety-Ninth Floor' was more effective than a state pastor, not that the 'Ninety-Ninth Floor' had an extraordinary status above Qinhuai, but the important crux was that the 'Ninety-Ninth Floor' side of the large and complex relationship network, no one would know how many officials with frightening official hats had spent the night on the 'Ninety-Ninth Floor'.

One thing is certain, the 'Ninety-Ninth Floor' is like a forbidden area on the Qinhuai River, and any court and affairs on the rivers and lakes are isolated, and no one can look down on everyone here.

"So where do you decide where you're going next?"

She Taohua sat on the trunk of a dead willow tree by the river, which was hundreds of years old and slowly rotted from its trunk before finally falling on the Qinhuai River.

Jiang Yangsheng was also sitting on the willow tree.

He looked up at the sky and whispered, "I don't know exactly where I'm going, but there are a few places that I have to go to after all, and I can only take one step at a time." ”

"Where do you have to go?"

She Taohua asked curiously.

"For example, the capital, for example, the northern Xinjiang dog Rong, for example, in the northwest region there is an endless Daze. ”

Speaking of the capital, Jiang Yangsheng suddenly remembered that Jiang Loan escaped from the capital with his tail between his legs like a lost dog, and walked in again twenty years later.

Speaking of the Northern Xinjiang Dog Rong, he will think of the yellow-toothed old man who opened the gate of heaven with a sword, Lao Kong.

Jiang Yangsheng once heard Lao Kong say that he was not from the Central Plains, but was originally born in the desert of northern Xinjiang.

This made Jiang Yangsheng have to explore, not only Lao Kong's gift of sword, but also the incompetent old servant who had been repeatedly counted by himself was also a sword immortal who was so angry that he couldn't do it, and it was this old man who liked to pick his feet that taught him a lot, learned some little shrewdness in the rivers and lakes, and a little bit of the city's scheming, and also learned those mantras of 'dripping water springs to reciprocate', at least it is no longer His Royal Highness the Prince who is regarded as a wronged man.

North of the desert, it is a place of nostalgia.

The "lonely smoke in the desert, the sunset on the long river" that once made countless people proud, "the sound of the corners on all sides, thousands of miles, the long smoke and sunset and the lonely city are closed" all prompted Jiang Yangsheng to explore what kind of pride the desert is in order to give birth to a generation of sword immortal Kong morality.

"Beijing, I can't go to the capital in my life. ”

She Taohua said to herself.

Jiang Yangsheng didn't speak, he knew a little in his heart, as a native of Tianzhu Country, and she Taohua, who was regarded as an evil art by the Central Plains, naturally couldn't go to the capital, if she was seen by the group of brocade guards in tonic clothes in the capital, she wouldn't be chased and killed at the ends of the earth?

"But I can go to the desert, to be honest, I haven't seen the Biansai style in my life, I used to always listen to a lame scholar in the alley of the Qinglou when he wrote poems, I felt that the desert style was 10,000 times better than the Qinhuai River, and I don't know if it is. ”

"Of course. ”

Jiang Yangsheng smiled slightly, although he had never been to the desert land of Northern Xinjiang, but at least that arrogant desert was much better than Qin Huai, who was used as a ball cage.

"Is the scenery good, can you endure the reckless and yellow environment of the flat sand?"

"What's this, I, She Taohua, am not a pretentious person, and I suffered less when I first practiced 'snake control'?"

This time, She Taohua didn't wait for the following, she looked up, and saw this tall man in red fur looking to the north, with an indescribable perseverance on his side face, and he didn't know whether he was looking at the reckless land of Beilai or the vast rivers and lakes.

She Taohua grabbed the former's hand and didn't want to let go, I don't know why she always felt that this bond was not based on anything, but more like an agreement in the past and present lives.

I have a picturesque country in my heart, can you enjoy it with me?

Jiang Yangsheng decided to go north, after all, the Qinhuai River was not the destination of his trip, and he never even appeared on the route, the reason why he appeared in the Qinhuai River was largely because of the powerful Chen Deadwood, and the precious creation he gave to Jiang Yangsheng made Jiang Yangsheng very useful, at least let him have some self-preservation ability, and not drown silently in the deep waters of this pool of rivers and lakes, although Jiang Yangsheng's swordsmanship has not yet made any outstanding progress, but there has been great progress in the state of mind.

The state of mind is the foundation, just like the foundation when building a house, as long as the state of mind is in place, swordsmanship will one day rise like a tall building.

Therefore, Jiang Yangsheng has not deliberately pursued his swordsmanship, but has a very ordinary mentality.

"It's a pity that I can't leave Qinhuai River without permission now, and when I can leave, I will definitely go to look for you. ”

She Taohua lowered her head and said.

She stepped barefoot on the river, the blue waves rippling, making a clear sound, and her cheeks were like peach blossoms like her name.

Jiang Yangsheng didn't speak, and his eyes stared at She Taohua, who was bowing his head and talking to himself.

The latter didn't hear Jiang Yangsheng's answer immediately, obviously a little embarrassed and angry, but Jiang Yangsheng didn't listen to her carefully.

When she looked up with an angry face, she saw someone staring at her drunkenly.

"A word?"

She Taohua's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a soft snort, and then was taken into Jiang Yangsheng's arms.

The Qinhuai River is still smoky, and the river here is not as turbulent as the Beilai River, but is flowing quietly and tepidly, as if time has stood still.

At this time, the night quietly faded, and puffs of green smoke rose from the surface of the river, and finally shrouded the Qinhuai River.

From time to time, there was a gentle song from the vaguely chaotic 'Ninety-Nine Floor' in the distance.

The voice is euphemistic and beautiful, even across a cold flowing river, it still does not reduce the charm in it.

Heavenly!

The smoke cage is cold, the moon is long, and the sand is long, and the night is close to the restaurant in Qinhuai.

The merchant girl didn't know the hatred of the country, and she still sang "Flowers in the Backyard" across the river.

In fact, when this tune was delivered, Jiang Yangsheng roughly knew the identity of the owner of the tune.

After the big business.

And her famous song "Houting Flower" that will resound on the Qinhuai River every morning, although many literati have never witnessed the dignity of the Shang Queen, they can hear this heavenly sound "Houting Flower" outside the 'Ninety-ninth Floor', which may be the only thought of those who covet the descendants of the merchants.

Some people say that this "Hou Ting Flower" is a song of the death of the country, of course, the person who can say this must be a remnant of the great business, but the whole Da Zhou has listened to the song of the death of the country for 20 years, and he has never died of the country.

At this time, on the riverside, accompanied by Miao Miao's smoke waves, there were countless canopy boats rippling out.

And in the bow of these ships, without exception, sat one or two scholars with lupine scarves.

They are all here to comment on the song of the dead country - "Houting Flower".

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