Heavy snow was falling in the courtyard.

Peony restrained his expression, made a gesture calmly, and the eleven beautiful sword servants moved, elegant and agile, and in the blink of an eye, they lined up in the snow, and their tactful and melodious voices sounded in the courtyard:

"The slave's name is Peony. ”

"The slave's name is Qiu Ju. ”

“... Mallow. ”

“... Peony. ”

“... Purple calyx. ”

“... Cuckoo. ”

“... Merlan. ”

“... Lily. ”

“... Jade lotus. ”

“... Narcissus. ”

“... Camellia. ”

Eleven beautiful swordsmen stood side by side and announced their names in turn.

Jiang Yi nodded slightly, the eleven women were really as good as their names, although there were heavy cotton clothes to cover their well-proportioned and graceful figures, but he could vaguely see the unique characteristics of each of them.

For example, the charming peony, the magnificent jade smile and pearl fragrance, the delicate and elegant narcissus, the soft and beautiful Lingbo fairy, the ice clear and clean jade lotus, the willow waist lotus face out of the water hibiscus...

The women in front of me picked out one of them at random, and they all looked outstanding, I really don't know where Mrs. Fan found these women, I heard that each of them has an embarrassing sad story behind their beauty, but Jiang Yi, who was the most interested in beauties in the past, lacked interest in getting to the bottom of it.

In this turbulent autumn when human life is like grass, it is a great blessing that a weak woman who has no power to restrain a chicken can survive by luck.

The woman's sad story?To be honest, does Jiang Yi know less?

In the past 100 years, there are two extremes among the emperors of various countries, the deeds of Jiang Yize, the emperor of Western Chu, who only married one queen, have been widely circulated among the people, and praise has been continuous; in stark contrast, Yang Shimei, the emperor of the Southern Wei Dynasty, who did not love the country and loved the beauty, had a huge harem in scale and was unprecedented, and the bath water of these palace beauties alone dyed the entire Wei River gray, which shows the large number of beauties in his harem.

After Dashun set foot on the Southern Wei Dynasty, it was not only the generals and soldiers who fought bloodily, but also the entire Southern Wei royal women, there were thousands of concubines and princesses Zhaoyi princess and county lord were captured alive and escorted to the capital of Dashun, and only hundreds of people were left alive after arriving in the capital, most of them were ravaged to death on the way, and some could not bear the shame and shame, and did not want to become a prostitute The woman committed suicide and died.

Even those women who are not loyal martyrs have to commit suicide, what miserable treatment they have experienced, outsiders can't imagine, it is destined not to be a good memory of gentle and elegant wind and snow.

Most of those women who are bent on living are also miserable in the end, except for a very small number of noble status, extremely beautiful women, such as the queen concubine and other stunning beauties can survive, they are the forbidden belly of the Dashun Emperor, naturally no one dares to touch, as long as they are willing to keep to themselves to be the canary in the cage, no worries about their lives.

However, the Southern Wei Dynasty was only one of the souls of the horses under the hooves of the Great Shun, and how many women died in the Eastern Wu and Northern Han Dynasties? God knows.

"Since ancient times, what a thin life..."Jiang Yi, who was full of thoughts for a while, muttered softly, and wanted to splash ink on a whim, but he couldn't remember how long it had been since he had written with a pen.

Jiang Yi's heart turned at will, holding the knife like a pen, and stabbing the dragon and snake on the snow:

The snow is falling and the snow is flying all over the sky, who has mercy for the death of the fragrant jade?

The upper poor wind and the lower Yellow Spring, the two places are gone.

The mandarin duck tile is heavy in cold frost, and the blood and tears reflect the snow red.

The scenery is similar every year, but the people are different every year.

A few fifty-six words are waved and hearty, not the line and regular script that Jiang Yi practiced when he was young, but the wild grass that he has never touched, the tip of the knife is like a ghost, wanton and unruly, and he is almost illiterate at the end of the writing, but unfortunately the old master who has not allowed Jiang Yi to touch the cursive script on the grounds of lack of skill has no chance to see it.

Jiang Yi, who was in one go, slammed the iron knife into the snow, turned around and left, leaving a group of stunned and beautiful women.

There is no shortage of eleven swordsmen who are proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and Peony rubbed her eyes with a layer of mist, and said decisively: "Peony, go and call Mrs., mallow purple calyx bring the quilt." ”

When the beautiful woman came to the small courtyard, she only saw ten swordsmen standing in the courtyard with brocade quilts in their hands like snowmen, and a black iron knife was inserted in the snow on one side, and most of the blade was submerged in the snow, one black and one white were particularly eye-catching.

Under the quilt were a few lines of cursive writing, and the beautiful woman hurriedly glanced at it a few times, and said in a deep voice: "Cover up, I don't want to see the slightest change in the word on the ground." ”

Soon, a group of craftsmen and handymen poured into the small courtyard, carefully erecting wooden stakes around the snow, covering a huge animal skin and building a simple shelter from the snow.

Concubine Fan Jing waved her hand and sent people to invite the literati from the house to come over to enjoy the words, and the first to come was an old man with gray hair.

"Write with a knife. The old man was slightly stunned when he saw the handwriting in the courtyard, and then his face was solemn, and he muttered: "Hey, this cursive script is a little different from the current popular grass today, it is more continuous and surrounding, the ocean is indulgent, tsk, the knife and the pen are as if they are cast together, good words!"

"Good poetry is. Another old man who had just come to the courtyard carefully observed and said, "This poem is talented, and the fifty-six characters are full of the grief and anger of women in the world, and there is a great sense of grievances for those hard-working women, and the life of the mind is only seen." ”

Mother Wu rolled her eyes and pouted, "Is it as evil as you say?" ”

The white-haired old man chuckled lightly and explained: "You can't understand it, this kind of wild grass has been taken off from the official book to compare the traces, the upper word and the lower sub gesture are involved in the same, the glyph is peculiar and white, but it still follows a certain law, the structure is reduced, and the side is pretended, not a ghost drawing." ”

Mother Wu sighed and said in surprise: "There are so many doorways, this word on the ground is really written by Young Master Qiling?"

"Uh-huh. Peony, who was standing on the side, nodded vigorously, with a little joy on her face.

The two old men who were good at writing and reading looked at each other, and it was hard to believe that this character was written by a young man who was no more than twenty years old.

Wang Lao Sword God, who stopped and watched intently, was silent for a long time before he spoke: "There is sword intent in the words, this kid, the talent for writing is higher than the talent for practicing swords, so it's better to give up martial arts and follow literature." ”

The beautiful woman smiled, especially beautiful in the snow, and said softly: "My brother who likes to hide clumsily the most really surprised me." ”

The beautiful woman nodded at the white-haired old man, and said gently: "Mr. Liu, Mr. Zhang, there are two people in the house who have the best handwriting, while the handwriting is still complete, you two elders will copy it, and put it in the library in the mansion to carefully treasure it." ”

The two white-haired old men looked solemn and said solemnly: "Madame, don't worry, the two of us will do our best." ”

At this time, Jiang Yi, who was on the other side of Minghua Mansion, thought that in just a moment, those words would be covered up under the heavy snow, but he didn't know that the words were not only not buried, but even copied out.

Jiang Yi sat under the eaves, carrying a pot of Tusu wine that was not common in Qingzhou City, different from the apricot blossom wine that was popular in the Dashun Dynasty, the apricot blossom wine was lubricated in the mouth, mellow and sweet, and Tusu wine was the opposite, extremely spicy, full of stamina, and it was the favorite wine of the men in Western Chu.

Looking at the snowflakes all over the courtyard, Jiang Yi squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky, at this moment, would that girl also look at the snow like him, thinking about her?

Jiang Yi took a sip of wine, closed his eyes and gasped, as if there was a raging fire burning in his chest, and the liquor was like a sting.

... In a certain year, the Western Chu Palace.

The night pearl that symbolized the luck of Xichu was broken, and the young man looked at the beautiful girl with a bloodless face who walked slowly, and said worriedly: "Xiaoru, how are you, how did my father punish you?"

The girl squeezed out a reluctant smile and said softly: "Brother, I'm fine, my father just scolded me." ”

The boy circled around the girl a few times, and only after making sure that she was safe and sound did he breathe a sigh of relief, and said ashamedly: "A manly man, he should have done things by himself, but I let my sister carry the black pot for me, I am such a waste..."

"I insisted on going, and I don't blame my brother. The girl stood on tiptoe, put her silky fingers on the boy's lips, shook her head and whispered.

The young man held the woman's fingers in the palm of his hand and said in a low voice, "Xiaoru, isn't my brother useless?"

"Brother, as long as you are here, men in the world are unsightly vulgar things in my eyes. The girl's pale face was a little more bloody, and she smiled naturally and sincerely.

"It's a pity that we are brother and sister. The boy sighed, feigning grief.

A hint of blush flashed on the girl's face, and she suddenly pulled out the fingers that were held by the young man, turned around and left, and said a little angrily: "It's not serious, even my sister dares to tease." ”

"Alas, little sister, you wait for me, although we are brother and sister, we can be together for the rest of our lives. The boy stomped his feet and chased after the girl's back.

...............

Jiang Yi smiled bitterly, the people who used to say that they would never be separated are now scattered in the unknown world.

The delicate woman silently appeared behind the man and said softly: "Borrow wine to kill your sorrows?"

Jiang Yi turned his head and smiled, and raised the wine jug in his hand, "Taste?"

Xie Jundai was stunned and said, "Tears, you... Are you crying?"

Jiang Yi squeezed his eyes and grinned, "How is it possible? It's just that this wine is too spicy." ”

Xie Jundai sighed, took the wine jug and took a sip, his cold face was instantly flushed, coughing non-stop, the man shrugged his shoulders, and said with a dumb smile: "It's really spicy, I didn't lie to you." ”

The delicate woman spends all her mind fighting against the burning throat, too lazy to take care of the man's schadenfreude.

Jiang Yi deliberately took another sip along the lips of the delicate woman, and behaved lightly.

Xie Jundai, who finally expelled the heat a little, did not pinch the man's ears for the first time, but asked curiously: "Do you really have a woman you really like?"

Jiang Yi replied without hesitation: "Of course there is, Mrs. Fan, Peony and Peony, and Sister Dai, I like them all." ”

Xie Jundai shook his head, his eyes focused on the goose feather snow, and said softly: "You know that this is not what I asked. ”

"But that's my answer?!" Jiang Yi staggered to his feet and muttered, "Sister Dai, do you dare to lend me your matching sword?"

The beautiful woman hesitated for a moment, and said softly, "I'll go get it." ”

A moment later, the handsome woman returned with her sword and threw the long sword in her hand to the man.

Jiang Yi took the long sword and danced a sword flower, and rushed into the courtyard with a wild smile.

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