"Riding a horse through the city, the sound of the flute leads to a cold song. The flowers fall like a dream, and only the pain is left on the way back, who can read the sea vows. "One knocks on a chess piece.

"I think of your father again. An old man said.

"People are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless. Moreover, he is not a great traitor. The man said calmly.

"Your father is a good official, but unfortunately he was born at the wrong time. The old man said with a sigh.

"There is nothing wrong with the time, the king is defeated, that's all, what we do now, it is famous, defeated, it is a catastrophe. The man said lightly.

The old man's fingers twitched.

"Uncle Wu, do you regret it? It's still too late to quit now, I didn't want you to be involved, you are my only relative in this world. The man said emotionally.

"Hahaha, it's all this old bone, I've already earned enough, it's not too much to live one more day, it's not too little to live one day less. As long as you don't dislike me, this old bone is dragging you back. The old man laughed.

"Alright, then we'll wait for this chess game to be finished, and even this chessboard will be destroyed. The man said with a smile.

"If you see me Song Wen, please tell her that I, Ouyang Wuji promised her, I haven't forgotten what Ouyang Wuji promised her. Zhang He asked himself many times in his heart, his expression slowly became solemn from indifference, and he suddenly realized that he hadn't seen her for several days.

"What's wrong with you. Wang Han asked with a big grin.

"Oh no, why am I so stupid. Zhang He got up and said.

"You know you're stupid. Wang Han still teased with a big grin.

Zhang He ignored him and got up and walked out.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Wang Han asked loudly from behind. ”

"If you see a woman named Song Wen, you tell him that I have not forgotten what I promised him. Zhang He replied without replying.

"What's it called?"

"Song Wen. ”

This game of chess has been played for a long time, and most people have already decided the winner.

Those who remain are strong. But it is not necessarily the weak who loses, but the stronger ones.

Residual incense, hourglass, are all tools for timekeeping, with every milli of incense burned out, every grain of sand passed, time is slowly approaching, as if to tell people to be faster, faster, even if it is to lose.

There was only one inning left on the court.

Nangong sat leisurely with his eyebrows, because the last game belonged to him.

He can easily defeat the other party, but he doesn't, like a snake, before killing the prey, he has to ravage in every way, and suffocate the prey.

His opponent's forehead was dripping with sweat and his cheeks were pale, and he was struggling to hold on, even though he knew it was futile.

"He is Nangong Suomei, a strong chess skill. A man argued.

"This person's chess skills are comparable to Ouyang Wuji. Another man said.

"This man was so angry and cold-blooded that he looked like a cold snake. Sun Mou said with a smile.

"The wisdom of the master is like a torch"

"What the Taishi said is extremely true, we are really ashamed of ourselves compared to the Taishi. A group of ministers were praising him.

Sun Mou's expression was still the same, "Ouyang Wuji, can you catch this cold snake?"

"I lost. The person who was playing against Nangong Suomei said helplessly, this chess game was undoubtedly a nightmare for him.

The last game ends.

Nangong locked his eyebrows and looked around, he was looking for someone.

People are not there.

He wasn't there. He didn't even watch himself play chess, is he so disdainful. Nangong Suomei held the chess piece between his fingers in his hand, his knuckles were ringing, and after a while, he let go of his hand, and the chess pieces in his palm had been shattered into powder.

Ouyang Wuji, this is the end of you.

At this time, Ouyang Wuji naturally didn't know this, and he and his opponent had already decided the winner and loser.

He was sitting in a nondescript teahouse.

He's waiting.

Waiting for a news, waiting for every person who passes by, whether it is the scorching sun or the spring breeze outside, it has nothing to do with him.

He believed that someone would be more anxious than he was.

Suddenly, he saw a figure.

Familiar and unfamiliar, Nangong Tang.

"How could it be her?" Ouyang Wuji muttered, his words full of suspicion and shock.

He hurriedly put down the teacup in his hand and followed.

Nangong Tang stopped in the back alley of this teahouse, her expression looked anxious, as if she had a big secret hidden in her heart.

Ouyang Wuji looked at her quietly, and had regained his composure from the shock just now, "Perhaps, there is something wrong with her." Ouyang Wuji comforted himself.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man walked straight to Nangong Tang.

When Nangong Tang saw the man, he shouted loudly: "What do you want, do you know..."

I saw the man put his index finger to his lips and signal her to be quiet.

After that, I couldn't hear it, and the two talked for a long time.

Due to the distance, Ouyang Wuji didn't hear anything except what he had just said.

After a while, the two left, and Ouyang Wuji hurried back to the teahouse to drink his already cold tea.

"Your Excellency is Mr. Ouyang. A voice rang in his ears.

Ouyang Wuji looked up, but it was the middle-aged man just now.

Ouyang Wuji neither answered nor denied it, he was looking at him, he knew that something would happen.

"It seems that you are, there is a person who asked me to tell you that your junior sister is very good now, so you can rest assured. The middle-aged man said.

Ouyang Wuji was still looking at him, not speaking, not denying it.

The middle-aged man took out a package from his sleeve, he slowly opened it, and inside was a jasper hairpin, which was very ordinary, not a golden thing.

But Ouyang Wuji's hand trembled, because this was the hairpin he gave to Song Wen.

"Let me say what I do. Ouyang Wuji said very directly.

"Mr. Ouyang is a cheerful person at first glance, and he won't drag mud and water in the bottom, and there is no purpose this time, just to tell you that your junior sister is very safe. “

Ouyang Wuji didn't make a sound.

The middle-aged man was waiting for him to ask.

"And we'll tell you about the orders later. After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute. Ouyang Wuji said.

"What, is there something wrong?" The middle-aged man turned his head, and a smug look appeared on his face, all the while, he was overwhelmed by Ouyang Wuji's aura.

"Tell my sister for me, I promised her that I will not forget. Ouyang Wuji spoke, his voice calm and affectionate.

"What's the matter?" the middle-aged man asked.

"You don't have to know. Ouyang Wuji said lightly.

"Farewell. The middle-aged man touched a soft nail and left in a huff.

Ouyang Wuji ignored it, he was drinking tea, but the tea was already cold.

Cold tea can be hot, but what about cold hearts?

He remembered that the tea his sister made for him was so fragrant, so mellow, and so unforgettable.

"Don't worry, once the chess game is over, I will take you away and fly high. Ouyang Wuji said in his heart.

He closed the door of his memories, leaving a touch of darkness in the night, and she lightly opened the frame of her youth, and painted the sound of residual lotus rain.

However, life is chasing you, can you escape?

"Pig's head, how's it going, is it lost? As soon as Xu Sanjin entered Zhang's mansion, his ears were ruthlessly pulled up by Miao Qingqing.

"Loose, let go. Xu Sanjin shouted exaggeratedly, "Just like you, I see who dares to marry you." “

"Cut, I can't even leave it in your hands. Miao Qingqing let go of her hand, and then kicked Xu Sanjin's ass with a flying kick.

"You just beg me and I don't want you, I don't want to be disabled. Xu Sanjin rubbed his buttocks and said fearfully.

"yes, I think you're trying to become disabled right now. Miao Qingqing picked up the stick on the side, like Xu Sanjin waved it, and the two of them chased me and fought.

Forget, forget, forget to win or lose, forget the troubles, perhaps, people shouldn't have troubles, they are all added by people themselves.

Everyone has an ideal country in their hearts, a pure land, a beautiful memory and a vision for the future, with the erosion of the years, will we still find the real me?

Zhang Wenzheng, who was lying on the bed, heard the chase outside, and a smile rose on the corner of his mouth, how could it not be the case when he was old. Time is running out, although youth has left him, but it has left a story.

When I first saw Yu Niang, he was just a jinshi, I can't remember what happened, he was pulled closer to Yingchun Building by a group of colleagues, this is the first time he came here, because of his strict family education, he has never stepped into the fireworks willow lane, but it is not the last time.

Because he met someone, someone who will never be forgotten in his life.

When they have three rounds of food and five flavors of wine, the people around them are all hugging left and right, and he is the only one who is alone, although the people around him laugh at him for being pedantic, but he still goes his own way and is unmoved. Suddenly, a lute disturbed his thoughts.

"The moon caresses the pear tree

The flower path is used as a corridor

There are finches to borrow to live

Fresh breeze from the water

Thin clothes stained with incense mist

Faint spring knows

Pillow mountain, drizzle knocking shallow pool

The night is cold, and the green and wet lotus shore is empty

In the dream, three autumns have passed, and it has been completely stained

Companion ...... the years"

The voice was gentle, he seemed to see an antique landscape painting, on the hill, several thatched houses, a long corridor, there were people playing and singing under the trees, he listened to it stupidly, he seemed to forget where he was, he even forgot himself. When he heard "pillow mountains, drizzle knocking shallow pools, cold at night, just empty and green wet lotus bank", when he thought that he had passed the year of the weak crown and had achieved nothing, and had the sustenance of his family, he couldn't help but cry. When he thought of being lonely and incompatible in the world, he was alone, and the depression that had been suppressed in his heart for several years came to his heart, and he couldn't control it anymore, he suddenly cried loudly, and he couldn't take care of others at this time.

I don't know how long he cried, suddenly there was a silk handkerchief and a slender hand in front of his eyes, he followed his hand, and his arm looked up at a woman, this woman did not look like a country and a city, but she was deeply attracted to Zhang Wenzheng, he felt as if they had known each other for a long time, in the dark, the old moon had already led the red rope, just waiting for fate to meet.

"Hello, my name is Zhang Wenzheng, thank you, thank you for your handkerchief. Zhang Wenzheng was about to return the silk handkerchief, but found that it was already his snot and tears, and he took the silk handkerchief back suddenly, full of embarrassment.

"My name is Yu Niang. Yu Niang said.

"Yu Niang, you play the pipa so well. Zhang Wenzheng said.

Yu Niang smiled slightly.

He can't remember the rest of the matter, he only remembers that day he went to a place called Yingchun Tower, and he only saw one person, called Yu Niang.

Since then, he has been a frequent visitor to Yingchun Tower, and then he redeemed her body, and they became husband and wife.

Just like the story in the storyteller's mouth, talented and beautiful women, if nothing happened later, they might not be separated.

Zhang Wenzheng thought of this, his eyes dimmed, a talented and beautiful woman, after all, it was just a story in the storyteller's mouth.

"Master, drink the medicine. Ah Zhong was still holding a bowl full of medicine.

"Okay, it's time to drink the medicine. Zhang Wenzheng's voice was vicissitudes and desolate.

Maybe he is greedy for the prosperity of the world, and he can't abandon a grudge and just survive.