Yanshan Exquisite Record

It was frosty and cold at night, Song Xueqiao took off his robe and sat down on one side, looking suspiciously at the stage.

Hua invited the wine to disappear for many days, and no one from Yingu was invited to the wedding ceremony. Yi Fengyao was naturally present as a disciple of Emei. She had come here to kill Lu Linlin before, so Song Xueqiao was still wary of her.

Now that she came again, it was actually to rehearse a play for him for the sake of flowers and wine.

He looked at Yi Fengyao at the side, this rigid yet beautiful woman took a sip of tea, then waved to a bearded man next to the stage.

He had a big beard, blond hair and black beard, and he carried a snake-patterned leather drum on his back. He understood the signal and flicked the drum with both fingers. The sound of the pipa exploded behind the curtain, and then a red-haired barbarian wearing a battle armor rode A horse made of paper leaped up from the side of the stage, waved a long halberd in its hand, and a flag was unfurled, with the words "Shenwu General He Fu" inscribed in lacquered gold.

Yi Fengyao said with a smile, "This play is called "Xing Boudoir's Resentment."

Song Xueqiao was a little confused by the opening, just about to speak, but Yi Fengyao only made a silent gesture, motioning him to look down.

The barbarian looks fierce, although it is a fake long halberd, he swung it with overwhelming momentum. He muttered some babbling words, surrounded by a group of people dressed as servants, holding their heads high on the stage And stand.It seems that he is really a general who has won a battle.

But for a moment, the hoarse and neighing sound of killing and cutting suddenly stopped, and the silk and bamboo orchestra became softer. What appeared on the stage was an old man with a pale face. Looked around furtively, then threw the two cloth bags in opposite directions, babbling and singing, "In the age of famine, both parents are bereaved. ?”

The gong rang with a "boom", and two cloth bags rolled down to both sides of the stage.

The old man retreated with a sigh, and then there was the sound of carriages and horses. A man in black clothes paced out from behind the scenes. The facial makeup showed a face with wide eyebrows and phoenix eyes. Startled, she pinched the chair handle tightly with her fingers, Yi Fengyao seemed to see his reaction, and curled the corners of her mouth.

The man in xuanyi picked up one of the cloth bags, with a happy expression on his face, he sang in his mouth, "Yaoyao finds no twelve springs, the peonies in the eastern capital are covered with plain onyx, and the empty building returns to the holy place, but Wuxin calls the phoenix back to the nest! "

After singing, the man turned into the tent carrying the cloth bag, while the other cloth bag was still lying pitifully on the side of the stage.

Song Xueqiao frowned, with phoenix eyes and wide eyebrows, and a black python robe, this was the appearance of King An Zhu Yun, he immediately realized that this song was about the life of the ten princesses, Mo Yunjian was abandoned in the officialdom of Luoyang Later, she was picked up by King An Zhu Yun who was passing by. King An had no children, so he loved her very much.

It's just that all kinds of things that made people lament the good fortune and tricks people disappeared completely with a fire.

Now that Hua invites wine to perform this play, what is it for?

And the other cloth bag should be Mo Yunjian's sister, the mother who gave birth to Pei Wunian with him 20 years ago and then cruelly abandoned him.

Song Xueqiao couldn't help but look at the cloth bag twice, and a man dressed as a servant walked into the stage. He staggered and fell on the stage with a "slap", and immediately he jumped up, as if he thought he was hurting. What he wrestled was a stone, and he said with wrathful eyebrows, "You wait for the He family to bully me and be powerless, how can the wild rocks humiliate me? Hey."

He raised his foot and kicked, but paused in mid-air. After a while, his eyebrows and mouse eyes rolled around, showing a treacherous smile, "You are a fairy-like person!"

After saying that, he picked up the cloth bag and disappeared happily.

On the stage, peach and plum blossoms are painted on the screen, and the lights and shadows are ever-changing. More than ten years of spring and autumn are like pages of a book. Behind the screen, a slim figure appears on it. The wooden basin seems to be washing clothes, a strand of forehead hair hangs from the side of her face, and the wind blows by, faintly showing the color of the country.

The woman gently put down the wooden basin, and just as she took out a piece of clothing, she was kicked down.

The young servant has turned into an old man with a white beard, and cursed viciously, "A lowly slave is useless, why not die?"

Knowing it was a play, Song Xueqiao couldn't bear it.

The woman was kicked and cried, and the curtain was pulled back again, and behind it was a wedding hall, with red candles and tears, and a woman who had just been sitting in a crimson wedding dress, but there was no joy on her face, and everyone hugged and drank The drunk bridegroom came, but it was the red-haired general at the beginning. The matchmaker sang, "Zhilan will flourish for a thousand years, and the music of Qin and Se will last for a hundred years. Let's celebrate this day to be a married couple, and we are happy to have a good relationship now!"

In a blink of an eye, there is only one person in the courtyard. The woman's face is white, her waist and abdomen are tightened in a slender posture, and she looks a little sick. Ai Ai Qiqi sang, "I was a slave at the beginning, and now I am in the palace." Guest, you are born like nothing, you have nothing to give up and nothing to gain.”

Song Xueqiao squeezed the cup tightly, Yi Fengyao yawned lightly, she didn't know anything about the Tanhuanlou, but she just obeyed Hua's invitation to drink, seeing Song Xueqiao's appearance now is much more interesting than watching a play.

Suddenly, a figure leaped into the wall, wearing a black suit with an iron face. He seemed to be injured, and stumbled into another courtyard. Carefully helped the person into the house.

The zither and the flute sang a tender song, and the woman appeared in a blink of an eye with a cloth bag in her arms, and sang leisurely, "The pears and apricots are full of broken branches in front of the court, and the shallow clouds hold the moon and talk late. When the king returns from business, Bring your wife and children to know each other."

The screen was taken down, the drums rang, and one morning, the paper gate of the other courtyard was kicked open, the pipa was plucked swiftly and eagerly, accompanied by the red-haired general furiously shouting, "Die, bitch! "

The halberd pierced the woman's heart, she cried and tried to escape, but she was nailed to the ground in an instant.

And an old woman poked her head out from behind the house, and sneaked away with the cloth bag in her arms.

Song Xueqiao's forehead was drenched with cold sweat, and the scene was fake, but 20 years ago, Pei Wunian's mother suffered such a hell on earth, the painting of plums on the screen was only a moment on the stage, but she had been in the audience for decades. How did you get through it, and the man in black...

Before he could comprehend the other profound meanings, the gong on the stage sounded again.

When the man in black came back, the other courtyard was empty. He let out an inhuman roar in the garden, and took out a long and thin object from his sleeve.

Song Xueqiao's eyes widened in surprise. It was a slender bamboo tube, the ink ice needle, a unique hidden weapon used by Taoists of Yanshan to kill people invisible.

The man in black on the stage had already torn off his Asura iron mask, and there was clearly a bald head underneath.

"Who is it..." Song Xueqiao murmured, he suddenly had a guess, but this guess he was unwilling to be true no matter what, it even made him more terrified than Yanshan Taoist being Ruan Yan.

He was never afraid of Yanshan Taoist or Hidden Valley Valley Master, if he came for him, he would do whatever he could, but if he came for Pei Wunian...

Song Xueqiao's voice suddenly sank, "Who are they?"

Yi Fengyao looked at him strangely, but for a moment, she saw the killing intent flashing in Song Xueqiao's eyes, and she raised her eyebrows in surprise. The always gentle and gentle Mr. Song would actually want to kill a group of barbarian actors , which made her feel a little unbelievable.

"It's just the actors invited by the owner of the valley. They don't know anything. They will act as the owner of the valley says." Yi Fengyao said honestly.

There was no more smile on Song Xueqiao's face, the He Mansion on the stage was already bleeding like a river, and the general He's complexion also turned black, and he fell to the ground.

He looked at everything coldly, "Where is Hua Yaojiu?"

Yi Fengyao shook her head, "He only sends messages with leaves, I don't know where he is."

On the stage, General He got up with a carp, and brought a group of actors to kneel on the ground and kowtowed a few times. Yi Fengyao threw the silver ticket, and they accepted it gratefully.

"He also asked me to tell you that this group of people are barbarians, and they don't know much about what they sing, but they are going back to Persia soon." Yi Feng said, "But he wants to ask you more, do you want to sing this song?" A play will be staged at tomorrow's wedding ceremony?"

The words were about to fall, and Yunshan was already on Yi Fengyao's neck.

"Take me to find him."

Yi Fengyao stood still, but her heart was turbulent, but a scene that had no beginning and no end, forced the dignified Second Villa Master Song into this state.

"Even if you kill me here, I don't know where he is."

Song Xueqiao narrowed his eyes, "Are you sure I won't dare to kill you?"

Yi Fengyao shook her skirt and pressed her snow-white neck to Yunshan, and said calmly, "The owner of the valley said, whether this play will be performed or not depends entirely on the owner of Song Zhuang. If you don't want to, there will be no one tonight know."

Everyone in the troupe saw that the swords were on the verge of breaking out in the audience, and they all knelt down and uttered words they didn't understand and trembled.

Song Xueqiao retracted his sword into its sheath with a "wow", he looked up at Longyan Pavilion in the distance, and threatened, "Tell Hua Yaojiu, if he dares to release this play, don't blame me for revealing his secret." valley."

Yi Fengyao took a sip of tea and did not speak again.

It was already midnight when I returned to Longyan Pavilion wrapped in Yelu.

The cold wind was blowing, and Song Xueqiao's underwear was soaked in cold sweat. He stood by the red leaf pool and straightened his hair, trying his best to make himself look not so embarrassed before walking slowly into the room.

Lan Zhai smelled the warm fragrance, and the night wind was blowing the bamboo curtains. Pei Wunian hadn't rested yet. He was sitting in front of the desk, wearing a Zhouzheng moon white robe, and was writing something with his head down.

Song Xueqiao pulled out an ugly smile and walked to his side.

Under the lamp is a fan, carved with silver from agarwood wood, with a piece of jade-colored glass hanging on the tail of the fan. On the surface of the fan are layers of mountains and rivers. In the mist of the distant mountains, an exquisite pavilion and the red leaves of the mountains complement each other.

Song Xueqiao didn't bother him, sat down beside him, propped his head up to see that slender but powerful hand was holding the brush, each stroke was as earnest as a child practicing calligraphy, half of his face was shrouded in the faint smoke , soft and heroic, but such a person seems to be favored by God, and he is better than others in everything.

Zhang Zhongkui once boasted about himself, "Everyone knows that talent is valuable, appearance is valuable, and quality is even more valuable, but my apprentice is one of the best in appearance, and there is no second person in the world."

Song Xueqiao believed in this sentence before, and now he believes even more. Pei Wunian is a perfect piece of jade. When he marries Lu Linlin and Zhang Zhongqi retires, he is the top ten thousand people in the martial arts world. Everyone envies him, but If there is a gap in this piece of jade...

Song Xueqiao suddenly hugged him gently from behind, and murmured, "I don't want to investigate anymore."

Pei Wunian didn't ask why, but said, "Okay."

Song Xueqiao still didn't want to let him go, "Brother, let's elope. His Wudang sect master Linglong and Taoist Yanshan, whoever wants to make a fuss... When my sister comes back, we won't stay in Zilang. Either go to Luoyang to sell paintings... or go to Persia by sea, or go to Chang'an to hide your name and open a restaurant, in short, live your life in peace and stability... okay?"

Although he was used to his non-shocking and constant death, Pei Wunian paused, as if he had sensed something, but he still smiled gently, "Okay, when?"

Song Xueqiao looked at the fan painted with Xiaoyao Valley, and sighed heavily.

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