A carriage sped by, and a jeweled lady saw the scene through the window, and immediately a string of unbridled laughter came from the car.

Although it was only a flash, Chen Feng saw the man's face clearly. It was a graceful and gorgeous lady, with disdain and contempt at the corners of her mouth, her rose-colored face with a charming and charming smile, her golden earrings set off her face more and more beautifully, and her dark pupils were soulless, revealing a sultry and ** light.

The fleeing crowd stared at the distant carriage with indignation and cursed bitterly in their hearts, but they were afraid that no one would dare to scold them, and they all had the mentality that more things were better than less.

The fleeing procession was crowded, like ants densely packed and mighty, and the scene looked tragic and desolate. How many wives are separated, how many are hungry and cold.

The peaks and mountains are like gathering, the waves are like anger, sad Qin and Han dynasties, the palace has been made of soil, and the people are bitter.

Life is inherently restless, and the only people who can truly be at peace are the dead. There is a compassionate red dust outside the world, there is smoke and dust in the world, and the dust is flying in the world, and mortals have troubles.

The people in Nanjing were panicked, and bad omens were repeated.

In the early days of Emperor Hongguang, a huge fireball fell from the sky inexplicably, as if spiritually rolling towards the throne of Jinluan, and for a while thick smoke billowed ......

There are rumors among warlocks: the comet hits the moon, and the emperor star shifts.

Ma Shiying's mansion presented an uneasy atmosphere, oppressive and dreary. The lantern at the door swayed in the wind, and the lights fluttered. The handymen who work come and go with expressionless faces, as if a lifeless ghost is wandering in a roundabout way.

Ma Shiying's headache was almost bursting, everything was a headache.

The Qing army was like a wolf and a tiger, and it was menacing. He proposed a plan to move the capital to Fuzhou, but was strongly criticized by Shi Kefa, Zuo Liangyu, and others, saying something that affected people's hearts.

Thinking about it, Shi Kefa, Zuo Liangyu, and Sun Chuanting put forward a plan to join forces to resist the Qing Dynasty, but it was unanimously supported by many ministers.

If the Qing army is a tiger, then the army is a wolf, and they are tantamount to luring wolves into the house. No matter how ferocious the wolf is, it will eventually be eaten by the tiger, and it is better to be humiliated twice than to end it once, and simply surrender to the Manchu Qing. In fact, the remnants of the invading army are like scattered sand, fighting separately and without any combat effectiveness.

Shi Kefa refuted Ma Shiying sternly, humiliating him as a thief and making him embarrassed. When the army attacked Beijing, he advised Chongzhen to retreat early, and this group of ministers was also the same cliché, causing the emperor to miss the opportunity and end up hanging.

Everyone is well aware of the current situation, the Ming Dynasty building is already located on the ice floes, and the Manchu Qing Dynasty unifies the world is an inevitable trend. However, the pride of Han nationalism was at work, and most Han officials and Han people were unwilling to be conquered by the backward civilization, and were pedantic and needless to sacrifice for the sake of broken jade rather than for the sake of wholeness.

Speaking from the heart, he admired Yue Fei's loyalty to the country, and he admired Su Wu's Han Festival of shepherding sheep. But he didn't want to follow suit, because there were too many things in the world that he couldn't give up.

The so-called person who knows the times is Junjie, and he Ma Shiying wants to be such a Junjie. Leave the merits and disgraces to future generations to comment on.

Family matters are also very troublesome. God favored him to have a daughter Ma Wanqiu, who was destined to marry Dolgon as a step for promotion in the future. Unexpectedly, her daughter's thin life actually allowed a poor and ugly pianist to run away.

Xie Chenfeng managed to sneak into Jinling City.

Due to the impact of the war, there is no longer a scene of traffic on the streets. After all, at the feet of the Son of Heaven, it can be regarded as lively, sometimes pedestrians, sometimes carriages, sometimes official sedan chairs, and sometimes soldiers. There are many shops or trading houses or taverns or green buildings, but there are few customers but it is difficult to see people come out to solicit business, and the shop banners seem lonely and unexpanded.

There are still scattered businessmen in the streets and alleys hawking in the north and south. Among them, there are many special snacks, such as snow-white and delicate glutinous rice cakes, crispy and delicious round sesame seeds, fried dumplings with pure yellow dripping oil, steamed buns with hot and fragrant meat filling, and sweet and delicious egg flowers with sugar sauce.

There are many people who ask about it, but few people are willing to buy it. Most of them subconsciously put their hands into their pockets in front of the stall and clutched the copper coins, their deep-set eyes revealing greedy appetite, hesitated for a moment, as if they had made up their minds, resolutely turned their heads away, and quickly walked away from the temptation of food.

There was a gang of target shooters there, which made people surrounded by water, and the audience applauded endlessly. When someone asks for a reward, the audience gives very few rewards, and some people sneak away with shyness.

The beggars on the corners of the eaves become a striking sight, single or double, or clustered or rowed, sitting or lying, all unkempt and ragged. Especially the old and young ones looked desolate and miserable, skinny and glazed-eyed.

A pair of men and women in broad clothes walked over on the street, holding hands, and the two of them talked and laughed and watched the scene with great interest.

A sharp-eyed old beggar thought that the opportunity had come and almost half-ran over to beg, holding a broken bowl in his green muscle-like hand, looking at the two pitifully.

The woman seemed to be frightened, frowned, covered her nose, and hurriedly dodged behind the man.

The man was furious and kicked the old man on his back. The bowl was broken, a few copper coins were dropped, and the old beggar couldn't care about the pain, and was busy picking up money all over the ground.

The woman trembled with laughter when she saw this.

The tragedy happened between lightning and flint.

A palatial carriage came in a hurry, and the old beggar was bent on looking for money, where did he know how to avoid it, and the coachman hurriedly pulled the reins to stop the galloping horse, but the carriage still ran over the old man's arm for three or four meters before stopping.

The crisp click was clearly heard. The old man's arm was broken! Immediately, he let out a heart-rending scream.

The frightened pale-faced coachman was so frightened that he didn't know what to do.

The pair of spacious men and women slipped away while everyone was not paying attention.

Immediately, the surroundings were full of people talking and expressing sympathy for the old man.

A fat-headed and big-eared head poked out of the car and scolded: "The old guy is blind, do you want to extort money? Do you know who I am? My father is a rich king! Not to mention breaking a hand, it will kill you, and Wang Fa can't control me." ”

"No wonder he is so arrogant, it turns out to be the son of a rich king. ”

People whispered to each other, who doesn't know the rich king! The third brother of the emperor is powerful today, how can the common people afford to provoke him!

"Ah Si, don't go quickly! Morlie, this old ghost. The prince urged the coachman to hurry away.

"It's so unbelievable!" the onlookers whispered in denunciation, and no one dared to stand out.

The coachman whipped the horses loosely, and the carriage began to run.

Suddenly, a ghostly person flashed in front of the carriage and grabbed the bridle of the horse like lightning, and the horse that had run out a few meters came to a sudden stop.

This man was slim and carried a painting clip on his back, his face was thin and clear, like a stone statue carved by a knife, it looked cold and stiff, and his eyes were faintly shining with a fierce and vicious light. His whole person is a cold and murderous weapon.

Someone dared to break ground on Tai Sui's head! The head with a face as swollen as a pig's liver and blood red poked out of the car again, and he opened his mouth to scold but suddenly froze, his desperate and frightened white eyes rolled upward, and the son of the world fell down like a fat pig.

There was a paintbrush in the throat of the prince, and no one could see when the man had made his hand.

The Son of the World is dead! Someone has killed the Son! The crowd of onlookers reacted and dispersed in panic.

The man approached the old beggar in silence, took a silver ingot, put it in the broken bowl, and disappeared without a trace in a few steps.

What a handsome kung fu!Xie Chenfeng sincerely admired in his heart.

Not all places are depressed, the land of wind and snow is the green building, and the first of the green buildings is naturally the rejuvenation building. The business of Qinglou does not seem to be bad, because there is no shortage of men and women in the world.

The business of the Rejuvenation House does not seem to have been affected by the war in the slightest, and if there is an impact, it is that the business is better than usual. The dignitaries and nobles seem to be stepping up to enjoy the extravagant time of drinking and dreaming of death before the end of the world.

Huichun Building is located in Jinling City South Street, in the blue sky and white clouds against the backdrop of the solemn and elegant and elegant, the colorful cornices and corners, carved birds carved flower panes, bright vermilion railings.

From the delicate panes, you can see another scene of extreme luxury.

Some of them looked at the bewitching woman with chicken legs in their mouths and hugged the bewitching woman left and right; some of them wrapped their arms around the woman's thin waist with one hand and held a wine glass and forcibly poured wine into the woman's mouth without mercy, admiring the embarrassment of the woman when she choked on wine; some asked the woman to sit on her lap and put the wine and food between him, poured himself a drink with one hand, and made nonsense on the woman's body with the other hand, laughing from time to time.

The demeanor of the woman in the Qinglou is in shape. Some of them are incorruptible and shameful, some of them are smiling when they are welcomed, some are dexterous in dealing with the scenes, and some are embarrassed and difficult to be in tears.

Qinglou golden dream, infatuation is difficult to give, spring orchid and autumn chrysanthemums bloom and thanks, who is born for every year?

The rejuvenating pavilion faintly hears the low chanting and slow singing of the pipa accompaniment, like a melodious aftersound. Occasionally, there were bursts of obscene laughter, and sometimes there were screams of frightened women.

The two destinies of nobility and lowliness are intertwined and collided here happily and miserably every day. Everyone lives the same time with very different mindsets.

There is no greater sorrow in the world than this, some people know themselves, some people are ignorant, and some people know that they are ignorant.

Under the rejuvenation building, there are more or less gathered beggars, unclothed, decent, yellow-skinned.

Afraid of affecting the store, the owner of the rejuvenation building also instructed the thugs to drive away at the beginning, but as the number of beggars in the capital increased day by day, they were everywhere, and they drove and left, walked and came and went, and they didn't bother to care after seeing it for granted.

The prostitutes are full of wine and boredom in their leisure time, racking their brains to think of tricks to have fun. Recently they have invented a game called "Dragons and Dragons", the name of which is also elegant, but the object of amusement is the beggars on the bottom of the building.

The warm-up step is "almsgiving", where the leftovers or chicken legs or barbecue or fried fish are thrown into the empty space, and the hungry beggars immediately rush to grab each other, tearing each other apart and insulting each other.

The people upstairs laughed.

After a break of ten minutes, it is estimated that the food of the alms is almost finished, and the nobles continue to play more exciting games. Carrying a copper coin in his hand for one or ten pennies, he or a prostitute threw copper coins outside the building in two or three pieces, and the beggars hurried to pick them up. When you have fun, you can throw money upstairs one by one. The beggars fought desperately, and their noses were bruised, their faces were swollen, and their clothes were torn.

Money can decorate and strip a person's face.

Money can build and destroy a person's self-esteem.

People can be noble and small in the face of money.

Money is not everything, and in many cases, money can be used as a yardstick to measure people.

There was a beggar who caught Xie Chenfeng's attention. The dress is not unusual, what is particularly striking is the black and spotless hair that is shiny, as if a fly will accidentally crutch when it rests.

When he gave food, he seemed to be snoring and sleeping soundly unmoved, his loose nose fluttering violently between breaths, and his whole body trembling visibly, and his tongue unconsciously licking the saliva at the corners of his mouth. It was as if he hadn't slept since he was born, and he was making up for it all at once.

When he threw the first copper coin, his ears moved. When he threw the second copper coin, his eyes opened. When Sadi was pouring a large amount of copper coins, he sat up, his eyes shining with gold, and screamed with joy: "Money!!" and limped into the crowd like a hungry tiger.

The kidnapper's method of robbing money is very special. The whole body is like an iron plate covering the place where there is more loose money, but it doesn't get up and let others step on it, the corners of the mouth bleed, and the hands are like iron hoops to hold the copper plate, but they don't let go of the skin and flesh when they are stepped on.

The seven or eight beggars who beat people were afraid of getting their lives, and finally left with a soft hand, and muttered, "What a guy who wants money and doesn't want to die!"

Xie Chenfeng has seen a lot of people who love money, but he has never seen someone who loves money like a kidnapper.

The crutch quickly picked up the money, and a donkey rolled to his feet, looked at the copper coin greedily, pinched a copper plate, and blew it loudly to his ear to listen to the trilling of the money.

He didn't seem to remember the pain on his body, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and his face showed a comfortable and smug expression.

"Rob it with me, you're still a rookie. ”

He seems to cherish his hair very much, but he seems very funny. He spat into the palm of his hand and rubbed it in place of conditioner, smearing it on his jet-black hair in a stinky and methodical manner.

Such a way of loving beauty is really speechless! His body was covered with dust on the ground, and he didn't even beat it off.

He is a funny and ridiculous person! but he is much better than those righteous gentlemen who are high-sounding on the surface and secretly steal men and prostitutes.

The rivers and lakes were originally right and wrong, not to mention the fireworks rejuvenation building, a wave has not subsided, but a wave has arisen.

Xie Chenfeng's eyes were perceptive, and he clearly saw the scene that suddenly happened.

A middle-aged prostitute grabbed a weak woman by the collar like a chicken and scolded angrily, as if the woman had stubbornly refused the man's rude request.

The middle-aged man was dressed in plain clothes, with a square head and big ears, dead fish eyes that were more white than black, and the most interesting thing was the oily and fat thick lips and beard, from the middle of the kernel to the corner of the mouth like a crescent moon like a sickle, and the beard was like a boat tossed in the stormy waves but not subverted.

The woman was born delicately, exuding a clear and beautiful temperament. The fair-skinned egg-shaped face, thin eyebrows and cherry lips, the green silk on the left side is like a light wave and the natural lop ear is pushed back, and the green silk on the right side is tough and unkempt, and a small bundle of long hair tied with yellow silk at the end of the curved tail floats out like a stone creek.

The woman's tears were shining, and she looked more and more moving.

Xie Chenfeng felt that the woman was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

The middle-aged man finally slapped the woman in the face in a fit of rage.

The woman screamed briefly, her body turned four or five times like a spiral, and she staggered against the railing, and then fell upside down by inertia.

Seeing the incense disappear!

Xie Chenfeng didn't have time to think about it, so he reflexively jumped and caught the woman who fell from the building impartially.

Chen Feng's knees involuntarily weakened, and he eased up the great inertia.

The woman's entire body fell into Chenfeng's arms, and her beautiful and fair face clearly showed a deep red handprint.

Chen Feng's heart was filled with infinite pity and tenderness, and he recognized this woman as his cousin Xia Wanzhen, who had been missing for four years.

How can you not recognize that the friends often played together at least as children. When Xia Wanzhen was thirteen, her mother died of a violent illness. The confused and vain cousin misses his wife and works hard, and secretly sells his wife for funeral. This talented man full of poetry and books buried his wife with dignity, and at the same time buried his daughter's cardamom years and happy life. The partners were very sad for a long time.

After a long time, the paper couldn't contain the fire after all, and the matter of selling a female funeral wife went away, and Lao Xiu ended up betraying his relatives and ending up depressed.

If a person abandons others, he will eventually be abandoned by others.

Chen Feng had mixed feelings, he never dreamed that he would meet his cousin in such a situation and place.

She thought that she could live from now on, but she didn't have to look at the dirt and filth of the world, the deceit of the world, and the vanity and vanity of the world.

But for some people, dying is not an easy task. At least for now, this is the case for Xia Wanzhen, she secretly sighed in her heart that her life was miserable, and her consciousness reminded her that she was still alive. She opened her eyes as if she was in a different world, and Ge Ran found herself lying in the arms of a person of the opposite sex, and her cheeks immediately turned crimson with shame.

It was a safe and warm embrace, and she really wanted to rely on it in this life and this life. However, the girl's self-esteem made her stand up from her arms in a reserved way.

Although she hadn't seen her for four years, she still recognized the teenager Xie Chenfeng, who she had a crush on since she was a girl. First happy, then gloomy, she is no longer the pure and flawless girl she was four years ago, even the slightest thought of non-partiality is a blasphemy of that beautiful and innocent feeling.

No matter how much she longed for a true love, she still tried her best to suppress her emotions and pretend to be a stranger, her eyes were as cold as ice, and she said indifferently: "Why do you want to save me? ”

Xie Chenfeng felt infinitely sour and infinitely desolate: a weak woman survived alone in such a filthy world, and she didn't know how many stories of hardship and humiliation were hidden on her body. He didn't dare or could bear to imagine it.

"Xia Wanzhen, do you still recognize me? I'm Chenfeng, we grew up together in Huating Village, I, Wanchun, Qin Zhang, and Adong, do you remember?"

Xia Wanzhen's expression was indifferent, and her face showed desolation and sadness.

"The Xia Wanzhen you know died four years ago, why do you have to revisit the past like a cloud of smoke? The stars last night and the wind last night, meet today and worry today, why meet again, I can't look back and be sad. ”

At this time, the old bustard of the Huichun Building dragged Xia Wanzhen back with thugs.

didn't resist too much, she didn't seem to have a trace of love for Chen Feng, and she didn't look back at him at all.

In fact, she has already burst into tears, she does not dare and does not want her fellow villagers to see her sadness and sadness, and her lofty and reserved heart does not allow her to accept the sympathy and pity of others.

Her teeth clenched her lips as if to suppress the pain in her heart, her pale cheeks showed sadness, and her melancholy eyes looked up at the deep sky.

She seemed to be asking the sky deeply: why is her fate so bumpy?

Ask you how sad, ask how worried.

The spring breeze of the small building, the embarrassing past, the rain and the wind, the gardenia petals withered, the broken walls and ruins, the moss and verdant moss, the stars shifted, and everything was beyond the ordinary.

The sunset drips blood, and the heart flows with it.

Memory nursery rhymes are all white frost, dreams are dry, and tears are gone.

The heart is lonely and secluded.

The cousin in memory is innocent and lively, in four years, the world has completely changed her, she is cold and ruthless, she is cynical and resentful.