The night wind hissed and wolf smoke whimpered. The river lamps on the Langhuan River all served as a foil for the surging fighting at the moment.

In the blink of an eye, the wolf demon bit off one of Mei Erniang's legs, and then swallowed her whole life.

There was a terrible whirling in her ears, but Mei'er did not see this scene, and a large warm hand happened to cover her eyes at this time.

"Don't be afraid, Daddy is here. ”

Father?

Mei'er's small body couldn't stop shaking, her eyes were open, and there was a white blank in front of her, and everything was empty. I can't see everything, even the figure of my mother.

No matter how the ghosts and wolves howled in her ears, she was empty-eyed, and perhaps this was the last mercy that God had given her.

In the white light, the figure of a person gradually became clear from obscurity, and she remembered that it was her father.

"Daddy ....."

His voice trembled so much that he couldn't even slurred his words.

"Well, Mei'er, Daddy will take you home. ”

...........

The surface of the lake is covered with green silk, and the moon shadow pours into the center of the water, and the graceful posture is graceful, and I don't know whose eyes are lost. Far away, I saw a painting boat sailing smoothly on the lake, and where it passed, the microwave rippled.

The painting boat hangs the lantern and ties the silk, the top is vermilion and blue, the color is bright, and the strange beasts on the carved beams and painted pillars are lifelike. Behind the clouds and curtains, there are all kinds of beauties, or holding the pipa, or stroking the piano and laughing, or drinking and composing poems.

Smoke rises from the lake, and a railing is red.

Leaning on the railing at night, he sat alone in the painting boat and Yadin between the heads, lifted the veil, a pot of wine, and went to the meeting with Wangshu alone.

He won the snow in a light robe, held a gold bottle in his hand, wet his clothes, and the broken hair scattered on his shoulders was sticky, composing a song of wine-colored and fragrant wind, moon, mountains and rivers.

The gold bottle sake bucket is ten thousand, and the jade plate is shy and ten thousand dollars.

A casual guest angrily lifted a table of jade plates, making a big noise to see Xin.

The teaching workshop in this painting boat is not only the workshop where Tie Xin is located, but some guests just point out that they want to be accompanied by Xin to enjoy the song and dance.

It's just weird, this bindings are more charming than the woman.

He joined the Workshop at the age of four, but his father and mother died young, and his brother, who was twenty years his senior, sold him into the Workshop because of his soft skin, which was even more beautiful than the woman.

At first, the steward of the Teaching Department thought that this was a little girl, but her temper was very awkward. On the day his brother brought him into the Workshop, he actually bit off one of his brother's ears.

The skin is like a new li, such a lovely little face, suddenly splashed with scarlet. After a few lashes, he was a little more honest.

The subordinates in the teaching department didn't believe that such a delicate face in this life was actually a male doll, so they stripped him of his clothes in public and took a closer look.

After verifying the correct body, the subordinates dispersed in a hurry. And the bondage who was humiliated in public, at the age of four, tasted all the hardships of the world, received several punishments, and also restrained his edge.

But who knows, the edge can be hidden, but it can't be made to disappear.

Since then, after more than ten years of hard work, Binding Xin has learned how to survive.

For example, how to please guests.

There are three workshops in the painting boat, each of which has more than ten people, both men and women, all of whom have picked the good foundation of Chang'an to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and write poems.

Not only the young master of the official family, but even those literati and scholars also like to linger on this painting boat, so naturally the musicians of this teaching workshop, in addition to playing the qin and singing music, also need to contain literary talents.

Tie Xin is the leader who stands out from the flowers, and his beautiful looks and natural talent attract all men who are greedy for beauty.

The men were all the same, drunk, and whispered to him.

"Those women are not as good as your ......"

The wind rises in the night, and the dawn is approaching. The veil fluttered, and the candlelight rekindled in a touch of paint.

Wrapping his half-open robe tightly, he lay on the edge of the collapse, vomiting wildly.

I don't know how many times.

He pulled out a sunken wooden box from under the collapse and put the gold and silver that the guest had given him into the box.

It's really good, the tip alone is a full five gold ingots.

As soon as the sunken wooden box opened, the glittering light pierced his eyes. Maybe it was too dark around him, and he was used to it. A candle burst out of thin air, which startled him.

It was only in this short-lived moment that he suddenly realized how he had become like this.

He hung down the green silk and let it fall apart, and he hid his face with his hands and wept.

The whimpering sound in the silence was really terrifying.

It's not that he hasn't loved women.

Tang Li, if he remembers correctly, she is called this name.

Five years ago, all the music workshops and song buildings in Chang'an City held regular meetings, and all the musicians and dancers gathered together to discuss the prospects and learn talents by the way.

He saw the beautiful Yunshang Pavilion dancing girl in Chang'an, and he wanted to look good.

At this gathering, the rest of the dancing girls were carefully dressed up, but she applied a little powder and showed off her plain clothes.

It seems to have become a scorching wave in the middle.

While talking and laughing, Tie Xin accidentally learned Hua Xiangrong's original name, called Tang Pear.

The three springs have been twilight, and the peach and plum are wounded, and the begonia pear flowers are white and yellow.

She smiled and said that the name of this Tang pear has long been lost, and now she is called Hua Xiangrong.

Binding asked her which name she preferred.

"Flowers want to look. ”

Without thinking, she blurted out.

Jian Xin was slightly stunned, and his fingertips were slightly cold. When I looked up, I saw that a tear of her had dropped here.

The tip of her towering nose was slightly red, and her nasal voice was thick, and seeing that she had already noticed her abnormality, she hurriedly turned around, and when she spoke again, she turned around and faced him, and the ripple was no longer visible in her eyes.

He wanted to ask why he liked the latter as a name, but he didn't dare to speak. Seeing that Hua Xiang calmed the look on the plane, he slowly spoke:

"Flowers don't want to accommodate it, take the scenery of the world's flowers. ”

“..... And Tang pear is just a small leaf, a waste. ”

Hua Xiangrong dragged the tail note, and the word "waste" was lengthy.

The beauty has something on her mind, and the sadness in her eyes is similar to him.

Jian Xin understood that the woman in front of him was just a duplicitous person like him.

Since then, Binding Xin has not seen Hua Xiangrong again.

At the same time, the guests are all circulating. Besides, Hua Xiangrong's reputation is dry, and the romantic story between her and the talented Qinglian monk of Chang'an has already spread all over the mouths of everyone.

After hearing this, Xinxin's heart was like a stubborn stone, becoming more and more tight, and even a little out of breath.

It's not that there are no peerless beauties who favor him, the women on the painting boat are all devoted to him, he can play blasphemy, but he just can't look down on it, and his eyes and heart are full of the appearance of that person.

The scorching hibiscus is out of the waves.

So much so that when he later contracted an illness and died of collapse, he still had that name on his lips in his heart.

Begonia pear.

The world doesn't know how long it took him to forget that appearance. But that's just what he thought, the candle burned and went out, and so on. Until now, I saw this woman in red-

Hongli's eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to hers.

So the first time he saw her, he evoked that dusty memory.

Tang Li, you haven't asked me yet, do I like the name of Tie Xin, or do I like to call myself Qin Shen?