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The scenery on the river is picturesque, She Taohua sits barefoot on the back of the Five Emperors, looking up at the vast sky, she points to one of the many stars, and says with a smile: "You see that bright star is the Five Emperors One." ”

She sighed, "Mother, I used to say that after a person dies, he will return to live on his real name Xingchen, my real name Xingchen is the Five Emperors One, people say that once a person dies, the natal stars will be a little dim, but since I was a child, I have been observing this eternal Five Emperors One Star, it seems that it has never been dim, as dazzling as ever, I think, the day I die, my soul will also fly down this planet, and I don't know if this star is cold, whether it is hot." ”

I was stunned for a long time, and sighed lightly, "I know that my mother is comforting me, and I also know that she just told me not to be afraid of death, at least during the time when my mother died, I would not be so lonely after I looked up and saw the Five Emperors every night." ”

Jiang Yangsheng listened to She Taohua's narration peacefully, as if listening to her heart, listening to her heart, in this girl who can chase and kill the 'No. 1 Swordsman in the Central Plains' for thousands of miles, her heart is not as hard as iron, on the contrary, her heart is very fragile and soft.

Suddenly, there was a melodious flute sound in the distance, the flute sound was melodious, slow and long, and fluttered into the ears along the autumn wind.

At first, the melody is smooth and unhurried, and then gradually changes to passion, the tune is like an ape climbing, the style changes several times, and finally gradually pierces the clouds and cracks the stones like mountains and flowing water.

When the clouds on the edge of the sky are dyed by the setting sun and dyed into rouge, the loud, melodious, agitated flute sound ripples on the quiet Qinhuai River, and the mist on the water surface is hazy, slowly rising and sinking, and slowly disappearing at the end of the Yanliu Dam.

The sound of the flute gradually soothed and became smaller, the fishing boat fell asleep on the shore, and the heart was immersed in the melody like a song with the rhythm, which was high-pitched, calm, and distant......

Near, the fishing boat sings at night, rings the guest of the poor Peng Li, in the distance, the geese are frightened, the crane is in Zhu, the sunset and the lonely bird fly together, the autumn water is the same color as the sky, and the sound is broken Hengyangzhipu.

The sound of the flute rose into the deep sky with stars and the bright moon, and danced gracefully with the clouds, like the noise of heaven and earth turned into a splendid tapestry, a silent spiritual scroll, a fresh and mysterious sound.

She Taohua suddenly got up when she heard the sound of the flute, her eyes staring closely at the place where the sound came from in the distance, and her expression in her eyes changed.

"It's time for me to go, someone called me. ”

She Taohua got up and said softly.

"Is there anything urgent?"

Her expression changed several times, then she bit her sexy lip and shook her head slightly.

Jiang Yangsheng didn't speak, just smiled, then turned over and jumped off the back of the Five Emperors, stood by the river, and watched the Five Emperors carry She Taohua away.

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Seeing the Five Emperors Seat go away, Jiang Yangsheng continued to move forward along the riverbank, a hundred miles of green buildings hooked the fence, beautiful and delicious, and the night gradually filled down, like a huge net shrouded in the world.

Serenity, extravagance, lust, intoxication.

This is the Qinhuai River that has lost its camouflage coat, this is its true face.

On the surface of the Qinhuai River in the distance, a series of extreme painting boats are floating on the surface of the river, and various colored lanterns appear on the river surface, which are colorful.

The twilight is fading, and the night is not shining.

Painting boats carrying men and women everywhere are floating on the surface of the river, and a faint mist rises from the water surface, which is beautiful.

A small painting boat drove to Jiang Yangsheng's face, stopped at the riverside in front of Jiang Yangsheng, the exquisite Nanmu relief door screen opened, and walked out of a graceful and enchanting woman, the woman was dressed in a big red dress, the red dress was a good fire fox fur coat, and her plump face was rich and compelling, the face was smeared with a touch of vermilion rouge, and a little vermilion at the center of the eyebrows, which looked very wild.

This woman has an unusual wildness, and the way she looks at men is full of aggression and aggression, but there is more pity and sympathy in that look.

When she walks, her graceful posture, especially the round and beautiful buttocks, swaying and looking forward to life, gives people a dangerous sense of charm.

Behind her was a young man holding an ink folding fan, this young man was outstanding, fair-skinned, and had a kind of feminine beauty, but his lips were thin and his expression was very mean.

"Childe, don't you feel lonely walking on this beautiful Qinhuai River alone, don't you want to have fun?"

The woman reached out a green finger, brushed her red lips, rubbed it on the vermilion lips, and after a few turns, she asked softly.

Jiang Yangsheng took a closer look at this exquisite painting boat, there is an unwritten rule on the Qinhuai River, there are a few Qinglou courtesans on the painting boat at night, and a few big red flower lanterns will be hung on the bow of the boat, but there is nothing on the bow of the flower seller at the moment, obviously this is not the painting boat of the Qinglou, but the painting boat built by some gentlemen for their own fun.

Come to think of it, this painting boat is full of some Xuanhe family sons on the Qinhuai River.

Jiang Yangsheng glanced at the big red-clothed woman standing on the bow of the boat, and asked with a smile, "What's the fun?"

"There is only what the son can't think of, and there is nothing that the slave can't do. ”

She bit her finger, and her autumn eyes stared at Jiang Yangsheng tightly, like a ripe apple, posing as if she was being picked by others, which was very tempting.

"Childe is not on the boat yet?"

The woman in red said softly, her voice was crisp and charming, which made people ecstatic.

Jiang Yangsheng smiled and nodded, but he saw the feminine man standing behind the woman in red who was holding an ink painting folding fan and snorted coldly.

"The ship was dirty when he came to it. ”

This thin-faced feminine man also spoke a little less masculine, and his tone was completely feminine, and he even put a pair of orchid fingers on the excitement.

Smack-

The woman in red turned around and slapped the feminine man's face, and a very obvious mark suddenly appeared on one of his faces.

The feminine man snorted coldly, holding his cheek and sobbing in a low voice, his eyes were very resentful and full of fear.

"Alright, stop crying!"

The feminine man's tone suddenly rose a few points, as if he was coquettish and vindictive in front of the woman in red.

"Give the shameless dog something, and cry again! Get down and feed the fish!"

The woman in red's face changed suddenly, and said sharply.

Suddenly, the feminine man died down, his face turned pale, and he cowered behind the woman, not daring to speak, he was sure that the woman could do what she said.

Jiang Yangsheng smiled awkwardly.

"Childe, get on board!"

The woman in red's expression changed, her face was like a peony, and she urged.

Jiang Yangsheng walked to the painting boat at the moment, and the woman in red was smiling.

Walking into the painting boat, there are several young people sitting in the spacious space at this time, most of them are gorgeously dressed, the arrogance of the rich family, among them there is a South China Sea Huanghuali table, and a few personable sons and daughters are talking around the small table.

Seeing the woman in red walking into the cabin, there was an inexplicable red-furred man behind her, and there were some indescribable looks in the eyes of several rich and powerful brothers.

"Flower picker, where did you find this handsome boy?"

Someone couldn't help but quip.

The woman in red, known as the 'Flower Picker', giggled, "You said it was a coincidence, as soon as this painting boat landed on the shore, I saw this handsome boy." looks so handsome, so that the slave family can't put it down, and I can't help but be moved. ”

Jiang Yangsheng realized that he had accidentally bumped into the painting boat where the 'Qin Party' was playing.

The Qin Party has a pivotal position in the court of the Great Zhou Dynasty, different from the 'Jishui School' that is not visible in the Jishui River, and the Qinhuai River 'Qin Party', which is also dominated by literati, is the most prosperous local interest group in the Great Zhou Dynasty at present, not only in the court of the Great Zhou, most of the officials in the entire Qinhuai River are members of the 'Qin Party', and the members of each other report to each other to warm, making the status of the 'Qin Party' more and more unbreakable.

Jiang Yangsheng doesn't know much about the 'Qin Party', at best he can only be regarded as hearing about it, after all, the current 'Qin Party' has not yet been able to influence the government and change the emperor's mind, at best it can only be regarded as one of the many auxiliary political parties.

Although the 'Qin Party' does not have much deterrent power in Jiang Yangsheng's eyes, the name of 'Flower Picker' is really thunderous, because this woman whose real name is Chen Butterfly is called 'Beilai Jianghuan' on the Qinhuai River, because she privately raises hundreds of heads, and most of them are young children who have not yet reached the crown, so they are called ' Flower picker', when Jiang Yangsheng heard the name of Chen Butterfly, he felt that this was the heroine among women, I heard that this woman has always wanted to include Jiang Huan, the son of Beilai, into her boudoir to raise her face, I don't know whether the news is true or not, but I have to say that this woman's courage is not small, and she can be called 'ten thousand flowers, and the leaves do not stick to the body', but she is 'the grass does not stick to the body'.

The flower picker is very famous in the Central Plains Qinhuai River, and her family background in the Qinhuai River 'Qin Party' also seems to be in full swing, the Qinhuai River Chen family can be regarded as the giant of the Qinhuai River 'Qin Party', even if Chen Butterfly has raised hundreds of heads, but still no one criticizes her.

"He looks really handsome, especially those Danfeng eyes, which are really tough, you see, there is a sword on his waist, I said flower picker, this kid is much stronger than your group of gloomy faces." If you hadn't met me first, hehe······"

At this time, an elegant boy with a pale face sitting in front of the chessboard smiled with good intentions.

"Hey, I said Shang Wenzao, this is the beauty that the old lady has taken a fancy to, don't interfere. Watch your crotch!"

Chen Butterfly said viciously, here in Qinhuai River, a little bit of a family has a habit of breaking sleeves and is good at Longyang, and likes men, just like she likes to raise noodles, which are all understandable things, so Chen Butterfly has no prejudice and disgust for these things.

Jiang Yangsheng, who had been hanging aside, touched his face, and seemed to have become a sought-after item on this painting boat.

I feel a little ridiculous in my heart, a few years ago, I was still picking and choosing women, but now the situation has reversed, and it has become a woman to choose herself.

Especially a few feminine boys who were talking in the distance, from time to time teased themselves with an appreciative look, which made Jiang Yangsheng feel a little hairy in his heart.

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