Suo Jinling

The curtains were half down, blown up by the breeze, and turned into a gauze, covering the young man's cheeks.

The plain white face was covered, the drenched black hair fell on the neck, and the red blood and black hair were tangled up, like wild snakes mating in the mountains and forests, covered with dust, and piled up under the body. Young leaves, dripping juice overflowing, mottled from the pillow.

Lan Jingming was half dreaming and half awake, and he still suffered pain in the dream. He let himself be wronged, his Adam's apple rolled and choked up, his long eyelashes trembled, and the end of his eyes was oozing red.

The long sword was held in the palm of his hand, soaked in sweat, his five fingers slipped and he couldn't grasp it, Chen Jing clenched his teeth, the tip of the sword touched the tendons, as long as he went in an inch, half an inch...

Lan Jingming clamped the quilt tightly, humming and turning over, his forehead bumped against the blade of the sword, Chen Jing suddenly withdrew his hand, and the long sword snapped back into its sheath, making a clanging sound.

Chen Jing stayed where he was, his shoulders hardened into a steel plate, staring at his fist as if he hated iron, and slammed it hard on the wooden table.

With a bang sound, wood chips scattered everywhere, Chen Jing turned and walked towards the door, when he got to the door, he remembered something, went back and carried the teapot, short dagger, gold jade, etc. in his hands, leaving no sharp objects behind.

Hong Ye led the horse and waited outside the door, and rode on horseback with the general, and when he saw someone, he realized that something was wrong. The general's face was dark, like a dark cloud, and when the horse was galloping, he slammed the long whip, and the thousand-mile horse neighed endlessly. The four hooves galloped like clouds, rolling up bursts of wolf smoke.

Hongye followed the general, feeling strange in his heart. This confrontation was a great victory. Two generals from Beiyi were captured. One of them was thrown into the torture room for torture. One person was carried into the small courtyard by the general, and protected like a baby in the golden house... What are the benefits and why they are treated differently, Hong Ye couldn't figure it out.

Many soldiers followed the general through life and death, and finally made great achievements. The general shouldn't be so silent, which makes people puzzled.

The horse's hooves stepped across the long street, the smell of fat and powder overflowed in the air, curling up like clouds and mist around him, Chen Jing tightened the reins, the horse neighed, and stopped in front of the green plum garden.

"What's the prize today?"

Chen Jing turned his horsewhip and pointed at the red tent outside Qingmei Garden.

Hong Ye looked intently, this is the most famous Goulan courtyard in Yongkang City, there are beauties chanting poems and singing songs every day, the smell of fat and powder will not disappear for many years, the generals usually ride horses back and forth, and never walk this street, rather I have to change a way around the distance, but now I am taking the initiative to come here. Could it be... this battle has been too long, and I urgently need to vent|vent?

"If you go back to the general, the red tent is set up in the courtyard, it should be Miss Hongfu who is singing." Hong Ye observed Chen Jing's expression, and cautiously probed, "Can you call Aunt Mei out?"

"No need," Chen Jing got off his horse, strode into the courtyard gate, "ask someone to serve me wine."

Hongye hurriedly followed, opened the curtain and was choked by the aroma and sneezed fiercely. Aunt Mei was pouring tea for guests in the courtyard, when she turned around and saw the two people coming in, her face paled immediately, and she hurried over, stomping The tail of the skirt shook wildly: "Quickly call Qingdai Qiusang to come down and serve the general well!"

Chen Jing ignored her, went in to find a corner to sit down on his own, opened|opened the jug, poured a bowl, and poured it into his mouth with his head raised.

"The general never wants to be accompanied, so don't do anything unnecessary," Hongye hurriedly smoothed things over, "Go and deliver the best wine to the general, and do what you have to do next, don't make a fuss."

Aunt Mei hurriedly nodded in response, and after a while she asked someone to bring several jars of good wine to Chen Jing. Chen Jing didn't want to be waited on, so he filled up bowl after bowl by himself, and drank all the jars in a short time.

Miss Hongfu is singing on the stage, she is the most brilliant headliner here, her voice is clear and clear, melodious and high-spirited, comparable to that of an oriole, and her figure is even more graceful, she jumps up like a dragon frightening a phoenix, dazzles people's eyes in a fluttering way , she also has a unique skill called the Golden Bell Snake Dance. When she dances, she is as graceful as a swallow. There are golden bells tied around her neck and wrists. When she swims, they jingle, making people shake.

She danced on the stage with the music, the bells reflected the red silk, and the broken sound overflowed in the wind. The golden bells flashed in the gestures, and the black hair and snow skin disappeared. Chen Jing watched quietly, moved the porcelain bowl with her fingers, and poured it down spirits.

The wine burned down into the lungs, scalding the whole body, the hearty joy surged, and the tingling of the taste overflowed from the bottom of his heart. Chen Jingxu held five fingers, put his fists on the table, his eyes drooped down, and the corners of his lips were pursed. On the first line, blue veins appeared on the forehead.

He has never had such a strong desire | desire, like a dragon swimming into the sea and crashing on the shore, as if he wants to release all the suppressed years ago. If there is no serious business involved, he is afraid that he will press that ghost-faced Shura on the couch On the Internet, tossing and tossing and tossing and tossing is addictive, forcing people to break down and cry and refuse to give up.

Chen Jing tightened his eyebrows, pressed his fingers on the forehead, and kneaded it a few times from side to side to smooth out the layers of wrinkles.

Hongye was sitting on the sidelines trembling with fear, feeling that the general was in a strange place, he didn't know what kind of sorcery, he was alone there with a gloomy face and drank his sorrows, maybe it was because the battle was too long and too tired, he should invite a senior witch to come over , Pray for the general to ward off disasters.

Hongye was not in the mood to eat, and the fruit plate on the table hadn't moved. He was thinking about where to find the great witch, when there was a sound of wind around him, Chen Jing walked past him, and strode out. Suddenly disappeared, Hong Ye hurriedly got up to follow, brought a good horse for Chen Jing, and helped the general get on the horse.

This aged wine is full of stamina. Ordinary people would feel drowsy after just one jar of wine. Chen Jing was so bubbling by the wine that he fell silent, his hot cheeks were swept by the cold wind, and his consciousness became much clearer. He did not drive his horse back to the street. Instead, turn into the back alley of Qingmeiyuan, get off the horse and walk in front.

Hong Ye followed behind him step by step, one head swelled into two, this alley has no name, and the city people privately call it Rouge Alley, where you can find all kinds of weird things to help people enjoy the beauty of bed Le, the general has never set foot here before, and he always looks disgusted when he mentions it... I don’t know what kind of evil has caught me right now, so I stop in front of each stall for a long time, pick up that strange/obscene/evil/coincident thing and carefully look at it , will also ask how to use it.

The owner of this stall traveled all over the world to do business, and he only got the official certificate a few days ago. He is not familiar with everything in the city, so he was able to open his business with great difficulty, and he still had no harvest for half a day. This mistake caught a big fish , he was not willing to let people wander around, so he hurriedly came forward in broken official Chinese: "The little one sees that the adults are unparalleled in temperament, so they must be of high status. The stalls are all small things that can't be seen by the adults. Yes, it is the villain's treasure at the bottom of the box, and I will leave it to the adults to look over."

As soon as the words were finished, the stall owner took out a wooden box from under the table. At first glance, the box looked simple and unremarkable, but when it was opened, it was small and complete, and there were three layers of wooden drawers inside.The first layer has many grids, stuffed with cotton balls, feathers, bells, etc.; the second layer has several thin whips, the handles of which are smeared with oil and water, revealing a bright color. Some are decorated with precious stones, some are tied with white feathers, all of them are exquisitely and elegantly made, quite exquisite; the third layer has the most utensils, with hollow wooden strips used to tie the mouth, flat and thin rods used to support the legs, and used to cover the mouth. Eye-catching water-red silk... There are also a few small gold and silver bells. This small thing is exquisitely made and looks harmless to humans and animals, but there is a half-circle of thin rings under it. Chen Jing squeezed it in his hand and welcomed Rotating twice in the sunlight, the thin ring faintly reflects a sharp light, like a heavy lock, holding the rebellious soul.

This silver circle... is a good match for the little leopard licking its wounds.

That smooth and fine fur, that hot and soft tongue, that pair of untamed eyes like will-o'-the-wisps...

This little beast should be put in a bridle, pressed on the couch, and bound with layers of iron chains, making it difficult for him to fly, and unable to stir up storms.