[Lu Xiaofeng] Bring a husband back to the ancient tomb

The afternoon sun shines on the surface of the rippling and finely broken lake, like a layer of glittering broken silver covering the surface of the water, and like crumpled green forging.The lake is quiet, like a bright mirror, clearly reflecting the blue sky, white clouds, red flowers, green grass, and human figures.Occasionally, one or two small fish jumped out of the lake, and after showing their faces in mid-air, they returned to the lake again.

In such a picture, there is a simple Guangzhou ship with a pointed head and a long body, a small beam arch, and a low deck ridge arc.The transverse structure of the hull is composed of tight ribs and bulkheads, and the longitudinal strength is maintained by keels and bulkheads.The structure is solid, and it has good airworthiness and endurance.

There are several pots of flowers in full bloom on the bow and stern of the Guangzhou Ship. Under the sunlight, they stretch their graceful postures to their heart's content.

A man in a blue shirt with two mustaches on his lips lifted the curtain, walked out of the small cabin, came to the bow, and twisted his body: "Huamanlou, you still have the sentimentality, Just such an ordinary boat becomes elegant when decorated with the flowers you carefully selected."

After the words fell, another tall and elegant man walked out of the cabin.Elegant bamboo leaf patterns were embroidered on the fine white silk, and the golden piping and the light golden feather crown on his head reflected each other.Hua Manlou gently shook the fan in his hand, and there was a pendant of beautiful jade from Lantian tied to the handle of the fan.As the saying goes, "the pearl of the moon in the sea has tears, the sun in the blue field is warm, and the jade smokes." '

As Huamanlou gently shook the fan, the fan pendant also swayed slightly from side to side, reflecting a light halo under the direct sunlight: "I didn't choose carefully, every pot of flowers has its own uniqueness. I just cultivate them carefully before they grow up, and give them a chance to fully bloom."

While Hua Manlou was chatting with Lu Xiaofeng, a woman in white clothes suddenly rushed out of the calm lake, and the moment she rushed out of the lake, the white clothes that were wet from the water were already completely dry.She raised her right hand slightly, and the moment a white silk flew out from her sleeve, she had already slid to the shore by the silk.

"It's so light." Hua Manlou moved his ears, put away his fan, and praised sincerely.

Lu Xiaofeng stroked his mustache, and smiled evilly: "The back view is quite beautiful, but what about the front view?"

This question did not puzzle Lu Xiaofeng for a long time, because the woman had already turned around.The girl was dressed in white like a veil, as if she was in the mist. It seemed that she was at the age of [-], except for her black hair, her whole body was white and her face was beautiful, but there was a gap between her skin. A layer of blood, appearing extremely pale.A pair of black eyebrows were slightly drawn, with an extremely confused expression.

"What a beautiful girl!" Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help admiring.Since he entered the arena, he has seen many women, but the one in front of him is definitely the most beautiful.The skin is as creamy, gentle as jade, crystal clear.It is more pure and flawless than the whitest suet jade; softer and crystal clear than the mildest nephrite jade; more delicate and bright than the most delicate rose petals; more beautiful and watery than the clearest crystal.It's really beautiful.

Huamanlou smiled and shook his head, put down the fan in his hand, picked up the flower scissors on the bow table, and carefully trimmed the branches and leaves of the pot of Clivia in front of him.

Yang Pingting was really confused at the moment.Dad said that there is a small river leading to the Ancient Tomb Pie, and there is a forest outside the small river.But what's the situation now, the small river has become a lake, and the woods have become a market. Is there another way out of the waterway?Going the wrong way?Thinking of this possibility, Yang Pingting flew up and rushed into the lake again, not seeing her for a long time.

Time passed by every minute and every second, seeing that girl hadn't come out of the lake, Lu Xiaofeng felt a little regretful, finally met such a stunning woman, unexpectedly she passed away in the blink of an eye, what a pity, what a pity.

But before he finished regretting, the woman rushed out from the lake again and came to the place where she was standing just now.He stomped his feet and walked towards the downtown.

The girl left, and Lu Xiaofeng had no more beauties to admire, so he came to the stern of the boat alone, picked up the oars that were left aside, and rowed towards the shore.

Jiangnan means the south of the Yangtze River.A place with developed culture and education, beautiful and rich.Wang Anshi also wrote a poem "Hangzhou Chengshengzhi" to praise the richness of the south of the Yangtze River. The poem describes it like this:

It is a good place to visit and watch, and there are people who are against Jinghua.Lin Luan Laxue Qianjiashui, city walls spring breeze February flowers.

The colorful boats and flutes blow the setting sun, and the lanterns and candles of the painting buildings reflect the residual glow.Such as Jun Yuan's straight copy, send it to the dust and praise it.

The crowds on the long streets and alleys are constantly flowing, and the cars and horses are like dragons.Not far away, there were faintly penetrating yells from traders, and occasionally a horse neighed.All the scenes gave Yang Pingting a feeling of novelty.This is the first time she has seen such a lively scene, so many people.

She came to a shaving stand, and an old woman held a silver thread in her hand, made a fold, held the other end in her mouth, and pulled it on the face of a young girl.The girl sometimes frowned and cried out in pain, but she did not back down.

"Miss, do you want to shave your face? My Mrs. Li's handicraft is the best in this street, do you want to try it?" The old woman next door with the same shaving shop came over and asked enthusiastically.The old woman was wearing a gray cotton dress, her hair was covered in black silk into a simple bun, and there was no other decoration except for a wooden hairpin.The smile on her face was extremely sincere, but the gleam in her eyes revealed her shrewdness.The booth behind the old lady was no different from this one, except that a two-foot-wide banner was hung with the words 'Mr. Li's face shaving. '

Yang Pingting shook her head, turned and left the booth.She was just purely curious to see what the girl was doing.

Seeing that there was no business to draw, Mrs. Li swept away her enthusiasm just now, drooped her face, and returned to her booth cursing, continuing to look for the next customer.

At one end of the street corner, the inner three circles and the outer three circles were full of people.There were bursts of cheers from the crowd from time to time.Yang Pingting walked over curiously.A bearded man in a red gown picked up a red-tasseled gun and pressed it against his throat with all his strength. With a muffled groan, he pushed it hard.

A woman wearing a high bun and fixing her hair with a few silver hairpins was beating a gong vigorously while shouting loudly: "As the saying goes, you rely on your parents at home and your friends when you go out. My parents, brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts, elder brothers and sisters. Our brothers and sisters first arrived in Guibao, and we ran out of money, so we had to rely on performing arts to raise travel expenses and return home. I also hope that everyone who has money will support a money market, and those who have no money will support individuals field."

After the woman finished speaking, she turned the gong over and walked around the crowd.The people who were still crowded just now retreated like frightened birds, and there were also a few people who liked to watch the excitement. They took off their belts and took out some broken silver and put them on the plate.

Yang Pingting smiled lightly, and retreated with the crowd.Now I can't afford the money, I have to find a Brunei bank to exchange the bank notes in my hand.

But where is this Brunei bank?Yang Pingting continued to walk forward, looking for the Brunei bank: "Datong Bank?"

Yang Pingting sighed a little, and now she can only go in and ask for directions, which is better than being aimless.Yang Pingting, who was determined to pay attention, walked in.

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