[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

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Dongfang Sheng didn't intend to pay attention to him, and walked faster while holding the sword.

Murong Ziying said: "I will return your saber, how can you say it, you should also invite me in for a seat."

He has always been confident in doing what he believes in, and he has always believed that he is qualified for what he wants.The young man is quite cute when he is angry, and he is always more approachable than ever being gentle and dignified.

On the table was a pot of sweet wine brewed with flowers, and several plates of fruit thinning and side dishes. The two sat opposite each other, but there was only one pair of cups and chopsticks.

Dongfang Shengqu leaned his legs on the couch, only lowered his eyes and smiled slightly, stroking the Yishui sword in his arms, and remained silent.

Murong Ziying also just drank, filling one cup after another.Dongfang Sheng didn't want to talk to him, but he didn't treat him as a guest after all.

After a short while, Mu Zitong went inside and saluted, went to Dongfang Sheng, and asked, "Young master, can you go back to the palace? Why don't you send someone back?"

The room was very quiet, only the occasional sound of drinking from the opposite side, Dongfang Sheng whispered: "Just say that I have a guest, I won't go, and I will go back to the barracks tomorrow."

After Mu Zitong went out, Murong Ziying took another sip of wine, put down her glass and said, "The descendant of Nuwa who guarded the piano has passed away."

"That's natural." Dongfang Sheng said with a smile, "Aside from me in the six realms, there is only one thing that can save her, not even the Water Spirit Orb."

Murong Ziying said: "You wouldn't kill her, but for Yi Shui?"

"What's the point of asking?" Dongfang Sheng said impatiently. Now that Murong Ziying was by his side, he felt awkward. "I'll treat you to wine too. If you have nothing else to do, then go."

What kind of real sword fairy is not his beloved little Murong.

Dongfang Sheng raised his eyebrows, seeing that Murong Ziying really got up, gave him a slight salute, and walked away with his hands behind his back.

It wasn't until Murong Ziying's figure was hidden in the heavy curtain that he could no longer be seen, that Dongfang Sheng let out a sigh of relief.

The next day, Dongfang Sheng returned to the Shence Army, and almost never came out again, and Murong Ziying never looked for him again.

Floods in Guanzhong, hunger and death everywhere, let the long-standing evils of the Tang Dynasty under the surface of the prosperous age finally reveal the devastation.

The sage favored Concubine Yang Gui, the Yang family gained power, and Yang Zhao even became the prime minister, causing chaos in the government and the public.However, it is not only the Yang family, but also the envoys of various festivals who support their own troops and threaten the royal family. In the past hundred years since the founding of the country, private land mergers have intensified, the more refugees, the worse the situation, there is no way to solve it. Collapse is also a matter of time.

It has been more than three years since he joined the Shence Army, and now Dongfang Sheng is the Marquis of Guanying again. He has been promoted to the rank of General of the Left Army of Shence, starting from the rank of third rank.

It was a bright and clear day, and Dongfang Sheng practiced archery in the arena.

The bow was fully drawn, the arrow was on the string, and when he aimed at the red heart and was about to let go, someone suddenly shouted behind him: "Huaiwei!"

Dongfang Sheng's hand trembled, and when the arrow went out, it missed the target directly, and it went nowhere.

The man also teased and said, "It's not scary."

Dongfang Sheng turned around, knelt down on one knee, and said politely, "Dongfang Sheng kowtows to the commanding army, General."

It was Li Junchuo who was the one who made fun of him just now. The general didn't say a word, he probably just walked around, greeted a few words and then left.

Dongfang Sheng's soldiers were quite diligent. Although the weather was suitable for sleeping, they were all out for drills, and no one cared about those who were too idle to fight.

Li Junchuo pulled Dongfang Sheng to sit under the eaves, placed two bowls of wine, patted Dongfang Sheng on the shoulder, and said leisurely: "Young Master, seeing how young you are, aren't you bored all day long?"

Dongfang Sheng yawned and asked, "What do you mean?"

Li Junchuo smiled, and wrapped his arms around his neck, as if he had seen something cruel and inhumane, and said regretfully: "After divorcing his wife, he kept his filial piety, came out for three years, brought Su Ling into the barracks, came in and didn't go out, I can't stand it anymore , call a few brothers tomorrow, please go to Pingkangfang."

"Okay." Dongfang Sheng agreed.

Pingkangtang is full of brothels and brothels, and with Dongfang Sheng, the young master, it is natural to go to the place to receive high-ranking officials and nobles, most of them are young men who are full of skills and do not sell themselves.

However, Li Junchuo specially called Dongfang Sheng a few red ladies and asked him to choose by himself.

"Young Master." Li Junchuo pointed to the five young girls who looked at Shujing, and smiled at Dongfang Sheng, "Choose one, or two?"

The five girls all looked at Dongfang Sheng. This was the first time they saw such a handsome and prestigious young man. They hurriedly lowered their heads when they met Dongfang Sheng's dark eyes.

Before Dongfang Sheng could speak, Li Junchuo leaned closer to his ear and whispered, "They are all virgins."

"It's really good." Dongfang Sheng praised.

The girls are all pretty and lovely, dressed like a new Liu Xiaohe, so exciting that people can't help but want to take a bite.

Beside her was a woman playing the flute and playing the flute, singing an elegant ditty in Mandarin. The soft dialect of the Southern tune was soft to the ears. A group of men in front were already embracing left and right, and started drinking and punching.

Holding the Yishui sword, Dongfang Sheng got up and said with a smile, "It's too boring for me to leave so early, why don't you dance the sword and have fun with everyone."

Immediately someone below said: "Young Lord Hou is the number one scholar in martial arts, and you have to dance swords in a different way."

"Be elegant." Someone booed, "Funya."

The person next to him pushed him down: "What is Fengya, it's romantic."

This small room was so noisy that they couldn't hold their voices, it was so noisy that people's brains went numb, throwing bowls and chattering, these soldiers were really no different from bandits.

Yi Shuijian slowly unsheathed, with a slight golden sound, it seemed to cut through the noise, as quiet as if there was no one there.

The young man in red stepped over the long table, turned over and landed behind the five girls, the sword light scattered like flowers, and broke five belts.

The girls screamed, Dongfang Sheng laughed lightly, turned around and lay back, knocking the girls who were standing together.

The red clothes are better than the fire, but his sword is extremely soft, soft like thin smoke and spring water, whispering secret words, brushing against the tender skin of the girls, and gently entangled, making the girls tremble all over, making the girls shiver like buds.

The girls are green, like new leaves around red flowers.The young man's sword fell to the ground but was extremely fierce, sticking to his petite body, breaking the green clothes into strands of blue silk.

The skin that was exposed inch by inch, the sword that was pasted from the neck, the chill was more like murderous intent.

With a crisp and soft sound, an earring fell on the sword. Dongfang Sheng held the sword and looked at the owner of the earring.

The girl was pale and trembling.

Dongfang Sheng laughed again, but it was extremely gentle. He leaned close to his body, rubbed the girl into his arms, and whispered in her ear, "It's just you."

The girl buried her head in Dongfang Sheng's arms, let him pick her up, and walked out of the room while teasing.

The red candles are sold out overnight, and the spring is just right.

No.40 eight times

In the twelfth lunar month, the sky is freezing, and the snow is flying all over the sky, falling slowly, turning into water on the cheeks, like clear tears.

The water in the pool is already frozen, and three or two fish are playing up and down under the thin ice. The young man in red and gold, with black hair hanging down, is lying on the jade railing beside the pool, covered with snow, drinking comfortably.

Dongfang Sheng was lying down, raised his glass and poured wine into his mouth, but he couldn't choke.The hem of his red clothes was drooping in the pool water, and the corners of his clothes were also frozen in the ice, attracting two little goldfish to peck them.

The courtyard is completely white, as if covered with moonlight and silver, the plum fragrance has nowhere to come, it is refreshing and cold, and the only thing smeared with strong red is the flame of burning snow.

A crimson halo suddenly covered his eyes, Dongfang Sheng blinked, and looked at the red paper umbrella that blocked the falling snow. hand.

The woman in black was full of smiles, and she was as cold and charming as a rose carved in ice, dyed with rich and colorful colors.

"Young master." Holding an umbrella, Mu Zitong took the wine glass in Dongfang Sheng's hand, bowed his head and said softly, "Anlu Mountain has raised troops."

Dongfang Sheng yawned: "Rise up?"

Mu Zitong put the wine glass on the stone pillar, filled it up, raised his head and drank it all, and then said: "Anlu Mountain has three frontier towns, 15 troops, and rebelled against the Tang Dynasty."

"Oh." Dongfang Sheng sat up, the snow fell from his body, he pulled out the frozen corner of his clothes and jumped off the railing.

Mu Zitong stepped forward to hold an umbrella for him, brushed the snow off his shoulders, then moved closer and said, "The right army of Shence has been dispatched to suppress the rebellion, and the left army is defending the capital."

"Can we reach Chang'an?" Dongfang Sheng was walking on the snow, the footsteps of the two of them rang in his ears, and no one answered. He didn't know who to ask this question.

Mu Zitong followed closely behind him, step by step, walked past several dead trees and white plums, climbed up the stairs, and stepped into the veranda slowly. She stopped to put away her umbrella, and shook the snowflakes out of the corridor.

Dongfang Sheng walked alone, muttering something to himself, or sighing silently, disappearing in this deep corridor.

Mu Zitong casually leaned the umbrella in the corner and followed Dongfang Sheng.

In the [-]th year of Tianbao, at the beginning of November, An Lushan and other tribes, in the name of fighting against Yang Guozhong under the secret edict, raised troops against Fan Yang.

On December [-], the rebels went to Luoyang, the eastern capital.Tang generals Feng Changqing and Gao Xianzhi were beheaded for false accusations by the supervisor.

In the fifteenth year of Tianbao, on the first day of the first lunar month, An Lushan proclaimed himself emperor in Luoyang, the country name was Dayan, and it was changed to Yuan Shengwu.

The sage activated Ge Shuhan, the envoy of Longyou Jiedu, and appointed him Deputy Marshal of Bingma, with 20 troops stationed at Tongguan.

Shence Zuojun garrisoned the capital Chang'an.

On the city wall, strong winds fluttered, military flags flew, halberds stood like a forest, and soldiers clasped their swords in line.Standing against the wind, the young general, with a silver tassel, a phoenix, a red helmet, and a red coat with fish scale armor, is incomparably heroic.

Dongfang Sheng stepped on the wall and looked down the city. When the war broke out, the number of businessmen coming and going was much smaller, and they were all refugees from Luoyang.Soldiers and bandits have always been a family, not to mention Hu people. They looted, burned and killed when they conquered a place. I don't know what Luoyang has become.

The flowers have already bloomed, and there is a touch of sweetness in the air. At a glance, the vegetation is green and the sky is blue.There were also people below the city looking up. When they saw Dongfang Sheng standing on the city wall, they hurriedly lowered their heads and hurried on their way.

A carriage was parked inside the city gate, which looked like a wealthy family. The deputy general greeted him and ran up the city wall. After a while,