[Comprehensive] Floating dream with one knife

It was late spring.

Layers upon layers of sky light brocades lit up from the east. Wherever they passed, the dark curtain was violently torn, and the stars and moon were instantly hidden, revealing a clear, bright, clear and clean sky thousands of miles away.

The Golden Crow rose sharply.

The gods and ghosts are sleeping, the vegetation is cheering, and the world is bright.

The streets and alleys of the market, the Golden Mayor Hall, are becoming more and more popular.

In front of Baihualou, a person stood.

This person is about seventeen or eighteen years old. His eyebrows are long and slender, straight like the indigo daisy from distant mountains. His eyes are as black as ink, with the corners of his eyes slanted upwards. His long eyelashes are curled up in a lingering way, and his lips are even more fluid. The lips are fresh and tender, making people want to take a hard bite.

Standing in front of the building, this person has broad shoulders, thin waist, hips, and long legs. He is dressed in a black dress, which makes his complexion as bright and straight as a silver moon, and his whiteness is better than fine porcelain.

The whole person did not speak or smile, just like red plums in the snow, a splendor that cannibalize people's bone marrow has risen from the ground for no reason.

"Such a beauty..." Young Master Song, who struggled to get home from the makeup pile, sighed in his heart: "It's a pity that she is a man."

He looked at it a few more times, and felt more and more that there was no flaw in the man's body, and he almost beat his chest and feet.

"Why is it a man!"

The man seemed to sense his gaze and raised his eyes to look at him.

A pair of standard fox eyes are misty and shadowy, with light flowing and water flowing, and the eyes are pitch black, black and white are distinct.

The flowers on the spring river are bright at night and the moon is bright, and the small bridges and flowing water are people.

It's as beautiful as a dream.

He seems to be looking at him, but it seems that he is not looking at him, but it makes people want to give everything of themselves.

Young Master Song's family felt as if his heart had stagnated.

He couldn't help taking a deep breath.

The man seemed to be entertained by his appearance, a trace of laughter appeared on his bright lips, and in an instant, he was extremely colorful and unparalleled in beauty.

It makes people's soul go straight to the sky, and I don't know what year it is.

The man walked towards him slowly.

"Since you are here, come in."

But at this moment, a voice came from the Baihua Building.

Officially the owner of Baihualou.

The voice was warm and gentle, but it brought Young Master Song back to his senses in an instant, and the man stopped in his tracks.

In the blink of an eye, Young Master Song's clothes were already wet with sweat.

"If this man is a Jiang Hu person, he will be killed. As long as he smiles, he is willing to ask someone to die."

He was originally the son of everyone, although he didn't have much knowledge, he was not ignorant and ignorant. He knew that such a stunning beauty was not born as a troublesome seed, but also a seducer of hell, and he couldn't be provoked at all.

He couldn't help being extremely grateful to the owner of Baihualou, silently bowed to Baihualou, and went home.

The beauty in black didn't stop her, she moved her foot lightly, but stepped into Baihualou.

He lowered his eyebrows cautiously and apprehensively, as if stepping into the Forbidden Palace, on the stairs to the sky, his expression was full of yearning, longing, and pride.

It seems that stepping into this Baihualou is something to be proud of.

The building is not as comfortable and luxurious as he thought, it is really simple and tight for a person like him who lives in a high bed and soft sleeper.

A wooden table, two wooden chairs, a pot of tea, a person, flowers all over the building.

that is it.

The eyes of the beauty in black moved slightly, and then quietly lowered her eyelashes.

He didn't dare to look at the owner of the building.

"The seventh son is well."

The beauty performed a quack ceremony, but her voice was naturally honey-like, sticky, silky and intoxicating like an old daughter's red. She couldn't give birth to heroic spirit, and for no reason gave birth to a taste of being weak and pretending to be strong.

"what's your name?"

Huamanlou's voice seemed to carry a strange warm magic power. He was clearly asking for his name, but it only made the beauty in black feel that Huamanlou and him had been friends for several years, so she couldn't help but relax slightly. Nervous.

"Asan."

He answered softly.

Asan.

No last name, just a numerical first name.

Others will definitely think that the person in front of him is deceiving him.

How could such a beautiful woman have such a vulgar name that can't really be called a name?

Hua ManLou didn't think so.

There are too many causes and effects in this world, too many stories, who can say that the name Ah San does not contain some kind of expectation?

Who can say that a beauty must not be called by this name?

So he continued, "Who are you?"

"I'm just a pawn of my master sitting down."

Ah San still lowered her head with a respectful attitude.

"Then who is your master?"

"He has no name."

Hua Manlou smiled.

"What did he call you for?"

"Invite the seventh son to the banquet."

"What kind of banquet are you going to?"

"Wedding banquet."

"What if I don't go?"

Hua Manlou laughed.

His tone was still soft and warm.

The spring breeze caressed the willow branches, and a white catkin fell gently on the top of the head.

But Ah San seemed to have heard something that was expected and extremely terrifying, a pair of misty and shadowy beautiful eyes showed a hint of despair and relief.

The white and delicate palm was shot like lightning.

It's not about Huamanlou.

But his own chest!

Huamanlou moved.

He shouldn't move, and he doesn't need to move, just because he moved, the banquet must go, but how could he not move?

How could Hua ManLou not move!

The person hosting the banquet must be a person who knows Huamanlou very well and is extremely terrifying!

In the blink of an eye, Hua Manlou had already come in front of Ah San, stretched out his palm, moved his wrist, and reached towards Ah San.

The palm that Ah San slapped with ten percent strength landed lightly and delicately in Hua Manlou's hand, like a cloud falling, or like a tired bird returning to its nest, it was indescribably calm and natural. peaceful.

It seemed that Ah San just raised his hand lightly, and Hua Manlou just happened to hold his hand.

On Ah San's fair forehead, clear drops of water appeared.

He looked at Hua Manlou's hands, they were beautiful, more beautiful than most people in this world, slender and fair, even covered with a jade-like warm light in the sun.

At this moment the hand was in his.

This hand saved him.

Ah San, however, seemed to be watching a murderous knife stabbing a sword.

Crystal drops of water flowed down his indigo-like eyebrows, through his foggy eyes, and over his fresh lips, before falling to the ground with a 'crack'.

Beauty's sweat is fragrant sweat.

The sweat of the beauty is also cold sweat.

Hua Manlou tilted his head and listened.

There was still a slight smile on his face.

"You don't have to be afraid, I will go with you."

Even at this moment, Ah San couldn't help looking at Hua Man Lou.

Very gentle and delicate.

Hua Manlou was born extremely well, and God seemed to have bestowed on him all imaginable beauties.

Ah San felt that she couldn't describe it at all.

He felt he didn't have to paint either.

Who cares about Hua ManLou's looks?

As long as he stands there, he will be covered with pear blossoms and snow in his dream at midnight under the sunlight of late spring.

It is easy to touch the softest and most secret corner of the heart, and a warm and peaceful flower will bloom in that corner.

Anyone who sees him can feel his innocence, sincerity and gentleness.

Anyone who sees him can feel his love and gratitude for life.

Hua Manlou was also looking at him.

He was a blind man.

His eyes should have been empty, lifeless, withered.

But Ah San felt that those eyes were really looking at him, with a gaze he had never felt before.

Gentle, gentle, clear.

It seems that in his eyes, he is no different from the traffickers, pawns, princes and generals in this world, completely, thoroughly... warm and equal.

Ah San suddenly let out a miserable laugh.

"Seventh Young Master, I'm not afraid of you."

"You know, if you touch my hand, I will lose my hand. If you touch my leg, I will lose my leg."

Hua Manlou frowned slightly when he heard this, and asked doubtfully, "Why?"

Ah San shook her head.

Hua Manlou gently withdrew her hand and sighed.

"I'll go to the banquet with you, and you don't have to take your own life."

"As for your hand," he looked at the young man in front of him, seemingly unable to bear it, and said gently, "If you are willing to tell me, I will definitely help you."

"If you don't want to tell me, my door is always open."

Ah San silently lowered her head.

"Sir Seventh please."

"But I have one request." Hua Manlou smiled and said, "Can I find someone to take care of my flowers for me?"

"it is good."

"Let's go then."

Hua Manlou smiled and stepped out the door.

Ah San followed behind him with her head down, obedient and humble like a servant.

A carriage had already parked in front of Baihualou.

The driver was a girl.

Broom eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, aquiline nose, and thin lips, she is a hundred times more heroic than Ah San.

She wore a fiery red dress and sat on the shaft of the car. She was obviously the most lively and active age, but a face carved from wood was cast from stone, and even a trace of texture did not change.

If Hua Manlou hadn't been extremely careful, his hearing would be ten thousand times sharper than that of ordinary people, and he wouldn't even be able to hear the driving girl's breathing.

Stepping into the carriage, Hua Manlou sat down quietly.

His posture is very casual, and there is still a faint smile on his face, as if he is not going to a strange 'wedding banquet' destined to be full of murderous intentions and conspiracy, but the most common trip in spring.

Ah San sat on the shaft of the cart with the stone girl.

"Let's go."

The stone girl raised her long whip in her hand, and the four white horses with black hooves neighed and set off.

The carriage headed south.

Walk through the streets and alleys of the city.

Hua Manlou listened silently, and the unique hustle and bustle of the market passed into his ears.

His face was peaceful and calm.

The author has something to say:

Babies, you don’t need to guess. If you can guess it, it’s king. Those who are familiar with Huamanlou will analyze it quickly. I always feel that I haven’t walked out of Mr. Su. In fact, I want to call the beauty Ah Huang... Do you mind?If there is a typo or something, do you need me to correct it? It will be like this as soon as I write it.