"I don't have a father, so they won't know. The young man's face was calm and resolute, and he slowly bowed his head.

Fu Jingnian smiled, stopped talking, put the hat back on, pulled the reins and drove the horse away, the young man still knocked his head on the ground, until the sound of the horse faded away, he raised his head and looked at the blue sky in confusion, and muttered: "Father, mother, the child is not filial, and he can't learn a good kung fu to avenge you." ”

The boy lay weakly in the middle of the road, and the wooden sword that accompanied him throughout his childhood was inserted beside him, like the wind that accompanied the swing, and never abandoned.

The young man pulled up the wooden sword, crossed it between his knees and gently sharpened it with his thumb, his movements were gentle, and his eyes were lonely.

He suddenly whispered: "Stay until the eighth day of February in his year, and I will kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom." ”

There was no turmoil in the distance of this walk, Fu Jingnian and others quickly whipped up, connected seven cities in a month, and quickly arrived at Yangzhou, a rainy city in the south of Daqin.

Seeing this, it is getting closer and closer to Chang'an.

Yangzhou is a quiet and romantic city, and it seems to be isolated from the rest of the world. The warm spring sun connects with the green shade by the river, which makes people wander.

On the moonlit night of the twenty-four bridges, where does the jade teach to blow Xiao. The 24th Bridge is now a lonely bridge built later, located at the turn of the waterway, except for the water of the Slender West Lake, there is no superfluous backdrop.

Whenever it is about to enter Beijing to take the examination in March, this Yangzhou city will hold a lantern festival in the pavilion to catch up with the test and compete with poetry and literature, this day will be firecrackers, and the lights are like dragons.

A total of five days of lamplight, drunk and singing in the city, sleepless nights.

This kind of lantern festival does not have the fireworks of the Mid-Autumn Festival night, but more of the unfinished party atmosphere since the end of the year, if the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival people prefer to appreciate the bookish atmosphere of the literati, and are more happy to see the style of many idol competitions.

On this spring night, people pay more attention to the celebration of themselves and their families, relatives and friends, eating Lantern Festival, guessing lantern riddles, visiting the night market, and then paying attention to the smoke and rain where those literati are located.

Blowing Xiao Pavilion is the addition of later generations, it stands quietly in white, exquisite and simple. The world is divided into three bright moonlit nights, and the two scoundrels are Yangzhou. In these two points, even if there are two points of Mingyue Tower, the twenty-four bridges may be enough to occupy all the thoughts.

The 24th bridge in the past has long been damaged with the grass. Du Lang is handsome, and now it is so heavy that it must be shocked. Longitudinal cardamom word work, Qinglou dreams are good, and it is difficult to be affectionate. The twenty-four bridges are still there, the waves are swinging, and the cold moon is silent. Ten years of surprise Yangzhou dream, when the dream wakes up, the spring flowers and autumn moon are already there.

Yangzhou, just like a gentle woman, she was raised in the deep boudoir, but that inch of land is not like a well. The cloister of the private garden is now known as the overpass, which makes her well-informed. A woman like Yangzhou has been prosperous and declining in all its years, only fading away the fat powder and injuries, beautiful and gentle.

Fu Jingnian was in a good time, just in time for the tail of this lantern festival, this is the most lively day in the lantern festival, countless wanderers will calm down on this day, and have a good pen and ink competition.

Night.

The crescent moon has climbed into the sky, the stars are twinkling in the eyes, the lights in Yangzhou are bright, the excitement is extraordinary, the fireworks are blooming by the West Lake, and countless pairs of talented and beautiful people are hugging each other on the pavilion on the edge of the West Lake under the fireworks.

Poor sour scholars like to make friends the most in their lives, when they encounter such literary events, where are they willing to let go, as soon as it was dark, they went to the pavilion, and Zhu Lingwan's surname was quiet, so he stayed in the inn, and Tie Da Niu didn't like to dance and ink, so he also stayed in the inn to accompany Zhu Lingwan, and finally only Fu Jingnian and the yellow-faced girl were left on the street.

Soon after, he and the yellow-faced girl tasted it along the route of one food stall after another near Yangzhou Street. There is still unmelted snow on both sides of the road, there is a wind blowing near the Qinhuai River, but it is not cold, the whole street is in full swing, dragon and lion dances, lantern juggling, and the heat rising from the stoves of various vendors. The yellow-faced girl couldn't eat much, so she bought a small lantern and carried it in her hand, and the lantern had a cat on it, and of course, the cat had the word "king" painted on its forehead, so I thought it was a tiger.

"Young master, how to solve the riddle of candied coptis?"

"Could it be the sharing of joys and sorrows?"

"Young master, what is the Cowherd and Weaver Girl?"

"It's lovesickness, you can't see each other. ”

"Young master, there is a very difficult one here, what is this that everyone in the world rules the world?"

“...... How do I know. ”

"It turns out that the young master doesn't know either......"

"Did the first two guess correctly, did you go and ask?"

"The young master is right. ”

"Come and eat the rice balls, and after eating the rice balls, you will tell you that it is a word. ”

"Oh, it turned out to be a word. ”

The yellow-faced girl ate a few rice balls and moved to the next stall, the spiced beans in this stall are quite popular with the yellow-faced girl, I bought a half porcelain cup and ate it slowly, the small lantern shook and swayed, and after a while, I said thoughtlessly: "Young master, will we not see each other in the future?"

The little yellow face was a little serious, Fu Jingnian was silent for a moment, and said with a smile: "Little girl, it's lively, don't talk about this, okay?"

"Okay" The yellow-faced girl nodded, glanced at Fu Jingnian a few times, and stopped a little bit, but finally didn't ask again.

After walking in the streets of Yangzhou City for a while, Fu Jingnian was stopped by a sloppy Taoist priest, who was wearing a soap robe, extremely tall, and his face was already thick with mud, and he couldn't even see his joy and anger. The hair is knotted, and I don't know when I haven't repaired the instrument, and the gray black can only see that he should be very old, and his dead face wants to measure his words and hexagrams and read palmistry.

Fu Jingnian's eyes were playful, he winked at the fortune teller, ignored it, and turned away.

The sloppy Taoist priest shook his head behind his back and sighed, and said, "The son is not very old, but his ambition is not small." ”

Fu Jingnian's footsteps did not stop, dragging the little hands of the yellow-faced girl, and walked forward step by step.

The sloppy Taoist priest stroked his beard again and sighed: "Childe, this heaven says, if you want to change your white clothes into dragon robes, you have to have a sword to pierce her heart." ”

Fu Jingnian's face was calm, and his footsteps still didn't stop.

The sloppy Taoist squinted his eyes and looked at Fu Jingnian's fading back, lowered his head and was silent for a moment, then straightened his clothes, and said, "Childe, in a few years, you will kill the woman next to you." ”

After a pause, Fu Jingnian turned back suddenly.

ps: I've been so busy these days, please don't be surprised, this chapter is still written in a drunken and confused state.

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