My wife is number one in the world

Song Zhong, the coffin-bearer, watched the cheering crowd on the grounds of the tribute courtyard caressing the coffin beside him with a lonely expression: "Do you know how envious I am of other people's zither and singing?"

As the breeze came, one person and one coffin on the roof disappeared without a trace. The guard at the gate looked at the roof of the gate strangely: "Brother Zhou, I clearly heard a voice from above."

"It must be confused, don't guess."

A yamen servant touched his head suspiciously and muttered: "There is obviously the sound of rubble."

Outside Jinling City, there are three thousand miles of singing and dancing, three thousand small bridges and flowing water, and three thousand miles of flowers and willows, all over the banks of the Qinhuai River.

It’s a beautiful year, just like Liu Dashao said, autumn in Jinling is the most beautiful season, it’s a pity not to come and see it.

The hundred-mile Qinhuai River is shimmering under the shroud of the sun, fishing boats shuttle back and forth on the river, and the autumn water rains down. After a year of growth, the fish in this period are the fattest.

A large number of salmon were brought from the upper reaches, and the fishermen were gearing up for half a season to wait for the harvest season in the ten-month period.

A purple-robed man carried a sarcophagus on his shoulders and wandered on the bank of the Qinhuai River as if there was no one else around. Many people avoided it from a distance and looked at the sarcophagus on the purple-robed man with taboo.

Song Mo carried the sarcophagus and looked at the pleasure boats on the Qinhuai River. The sun was shining brightly, and red candles were burning in some of the boats.

Farewell to the singer's tears, bright and clean and tilian.

Qing Lian turned over the river bed, endlessly in love.

The wasted mountains have no intention of wandering between the rivers.

The moon has waxing and waning days, and people have gatherings and departures.

Life should go with you, death is also a dream.

After a sip of wine and a sentence of poetry, Song Mo looked at Huafang and smiled peacefully.No one could have imagined that the word quiet would be applied to a man carrying a coffin, but Song finally smiled very peacefully.

The small tune from the painting boat is beautiful and catchy, as if it is also infected by the beautiful scenery of the Qinhuai River, the singing voice of resentment, the hatred of parting is becoming more and more beautiful, the singing voice floats in the wind and disappears between heaven and earth.

"Good scenery, good singing, good tunes, to be able to get these two great beauties, it is worthy of being a native of Jiangnan."

In such a prosperous area of ​​Jinling, there are also many old people in remote mountains and quiet valleys that no one has ever set foot on.

On an unnamed mountain, the Qinhuai River flows around the mountain on all sides. From the top of the mountain, you can see the people on both sides of the mountain. The top of the mountain looks like a ghostly place.

People who have never been to the top of the mountain have never known that there is a deserted small house on the mountain. It is hard to think why there is such a small house on the top of such a steep mountain wall. The small house is antique and can be seen even if it has been abandoned How clean and pleasant this small house is.

The house is full of fragrant flowers, and the arrival of autumn seems to have no effect on them, and they are still in full bloom, dazzling and eye-catching.

With a bang, a sarcophagus floated over and landed gently on the silent mountain top, stirring up layers of dust.

The sarcophagus fell to the ground, and the lid slid open automatically.

Colorful, colorful, yes, colorful, a group of colorful butterflies flew out of the coffin representing death.

It's autumn now, and even though it's not very cold in the south of the Yangtze River, logically speaking, the butterflies should cocoon for the winter, and they will break out of their cocoons and turn into butterflies to show their beautiful appearance in April and May of the next year.

As if by nature, after the butterfly flew out of the coffin, it flew straight to dance among the flowers.

Song Mo's figure floated on top of the sarcophagus, looked at the butterflies dancing among the flowers and smiled softly, as satisfied as a child.

A solitary tomb stands among the flowers. Song Mo walked gently to the front with his hands behind his back and went to Beijing to stare at an inconspicuous stone tablet: "Song Mo resisted the coffin for ten years, carried it for ten years, and suffered for ten years. Butterfly , I miss you again."

Chapter 2 Nineteen Great People

Chapter 2 Nineteen Great People

"Brother, you are amazing. You can not only compose music but also write lyrics. We have never heard such a weird piece of music. Although it is novel, it is touching. I think it will be popular in the south of the Yangtze River in a short time. Brother, you are a generation It is the first of its kind. It can be a teacher for others."

As soon as Liu Mingzhi sat down, he received Hu Jun's excited compliment. It cannot be said to be a compliment, but it should be said that everyone present was really conquered by this cheerful and strange music.

Even though his opponent Wan Yang was dissatisfied with what he said, he had to admire Liu Mingzhi for making such a song.

Weird yet exciting.

Liu Mingzhi greeted everyone's compliments, but sighed silently in his heart. No one would know better than himself how much he weighed.

Of course, Liu Mingzhi would not go around yelling that he plagiarized Master Huang's work, sometimes it's good to be clear about some things.

People live for face!

A scholar who was kneeling on the left side of Wan Yang turned slightly sideways: "Commander, this dude surnamed Liu is by no means what the rumors say, he is useless, and the little ones can't see through this person, he seems to be like a shrouded People in the fog, the more they look, the deeper they sink."

Wan Yang's eyes turned and he pondered for a while: "Bai Ren, in your opinion, what should we discuss next?"

Bai Ren pondered for a while: "Commander, the little ones dare not make decisions, so it's better for the commander to make up his mind."

Wan Yang looked at Huyanyu curiously: "Prince Huyan, I heard that you are friends with Mr. Liu, I don't know how you evaluate this person? Don't worry, I will never use your friendship to do anything. , I'm just curious, can you tell me?"

Hu Yanyu, who was originally lazy, shrank his pupils. Only a few people knew about the fact that he and Liu Mingzhi became friends, and it was quite secret. I have a deep understanding.

It seems that an ordinary merchant's mansion has a feeling of entering the tiger's mouth, as if it will become a piece of food at any time. No one knows about the brothers in the pavilion that day except for the servants of Liu's mansion who serve. This Wan Yang How did you know?

Subconsciously glanced at Yan Yu, Hu Yanyu directly denied it in her heart, Yan Yu didn't know about this matter at all, and she never told anyone.

The eldest son of the Liu family in the south of the Yangtze River became good friends with the second prince of the Turkic tribe, and spreading the word would have no good results for both parties. If someone took advantage of it, he would be accused of adultery with a foreign tribe.

The Huyan Tribe dealt with traitors who had fornicated with other races. Although they didn't know the regulations of the Great Dragon Dynasty, it would only be more stringent.

Those Confucian scholars who open their mouths and keep their mouths shut are also cannibals.

What is your identity? Hu Yanyu once again became curious about Wan Yang's identity. He was able to make the proud scholars of Puxian Academy bow their heads and ears, bicker and tease with Princess Jin Guochang, and knowing that he and Brother Liu became friends. Above Hu Yanyu's position, he understood that ordinary people absolutely do not have such abilities.

When asking Yan Yu, she only told herself three words: "Big man."

Could it be that the status of being called a big shot by Princess Jin... Hu Yanyu's heart tightened, as if she had been caught in a big conspiracy.

Concentrating her mind, Hu Yanyu raised her head and glanced at Liu Mingzhi on the opposite side: "An interesting person."

A plausible answer came out of Hu Yanyu's mouth.

Wan Yang looked a little unhappy when he didn't get the answer he wanted: "Why? As a prince, he would say such kind of jokes?"

"Brother Wan was joking. Hu Yanyu definitely didn't talk to me but made a sincere evaluation. Brother Liu is really a very interesting person. As for why he said that, as long as Brother Wan has more dealings with him, he will find out what Hu Yanyu said. Very pertinent."

"Yan Yu, since your husband is unwilling to comment, it seems that you have also dealt with this person, what do you think of this person?"

Yan Yu sneered and looked at Wan Yang: "What? Don't you boast that your hands and eyes are open to the sky? Even a mere dude can't investigate clearly?"

Wan Yang's expression was gloomy: "What a husband and wife, but you have to think about one thing clearly. The Kingdom of Jin and the Grassland are people on the same road. Are you not afraid of causing conflicts between the Kingdom of Jin and the Grassland if you protect such a hostile person?"

Yan Yu smiled lightly: "Three-legged confrontation is just a nice way of saying, two cubs can equal a fierce dragon, you should know better than me!"

"Yan Yu, don't forget that you are the eldest princess of the Kingdom of Jin. You have the blood of the Wanyan royal family in your body. Even if you can't help the Kingdom of Jin, you shouldn't be an enemy of the Kingdom of Jin."