Crown Sword

Wang Hong injured the ligament, Xuan Chan felt guilty about it, so she was busy with other things, and then she leaked some rumors. When everyone heard about it the next day, although they were a little unkind, but under the instigation of Shuang Li, they made more inquiries. When asked later, he only said that he had been lying in bed for two whole days and hadn't gotten out of bed.At this time, the three diners at the next table listened to half of it, and made up half of it in their minds. They couldn't help sighing: "The young people nowadays are too indulgent, so they are not good at learning."

When he said that, those two eyeballs turned back and forth on Tie Yi's body, and he clicked twice.

In fact, Wang Hong was screaming miserably. According to the doctor who came to see him, he didn't hurt at all, but he needed to be taken care of. He was very sorry to fall into Xuan Chan's place, and this was even more exaggerated.In contrast, Princess Poyang's response to Shi Miao dragging troops to cover up water and earth made Wang Mi even more worried.

He found an excuse and invited Xuan Chan to a corner: "You are a princess, there is a difference in status, if it spreads from the public, it will hurt the dignity of the royal family."

Xuan Chan pointed at the men's clothes on her body: "I haven't changed my outfits."

Wang Mi straightened his face: "Isn't it fooling around if you change your outfit? Princess, even if you learn Limbo Dance, it's impossible for you to top the Huachao Festival on March [-]rd." , why are you so persistent?"

Xuan Chan no longer concealed her smiles, and immediately put on a solemn face, and said calmly: "The painter's pen and the actor's singing are both elegant and regretful. I just don't want Lingbo Wu to be dead forever. What you said is exactly right. Ben Gong is powerless to refute, but one thing, Secretary Lang was negligent, no one in the world can pass on this dance better than Ben Gong."

She doesn't need to be on the stage in person, but she can use this to guide the dancers in the palace.

Wang Mi shook his head: "But things backfired."

Xuan Chan got angry: "I just don't believe it, I will try my best to know whether it is feasible or not."

When Miaoye backed away, Xuanchan looked in the hall but couldn't find anyone, suddenly lost interest, walked to the back kitchen along the curved corridor, found a stone mill and sat down, holding her chin and sighing.

The boy pulling the slop outside the door stopped the cart, came in to drag the bucket, but found that today’s bucket hadn’t been replaced yet, so he found a clean place in front of the pier, blown away the dust, fell down on the ground, and pulled the bucket out of his sleeve. He took out a pack of boiled soybeans, spread them out in his palm, and tasted them one by one.

There were more people out of thin air, and Xuan Chan couldn't help but look at her twice.

Yongxian mistook her for being greedy, so he passed his hand over and smirked: "Hey, eat, eat quickly, eat."

Seeing the red and black stains on his dirty clothes, Xuan Chan was belching in his stomach and was about to retch, but listening to his words falling out of single words, which couldn't be connected together, and the tone of his voice was different, he knew it was probably because his brain was not working well, but on the contrary, he was ruthless. Declined.So, she put her hand over, picked from left to right, picked the best looking one, and put it in her mouth to chew.

I don't know what ingredients are put in the boiled beans, it is even more fragrant than braised meat, Xuan Chan couldn't help but to ask for another one.

Yongxian simply stuffed the whole cloth bag and soybeans into her arms, and danced and danced: "You are, yes, in the building..." He tried his best to make a posture with his sleeves up and his waist bent, mistaking her for the person in front of the second head .

Although Shi Miaoye has no disciples under her knees, she has several female servants by her side.

"I'm not."

Xuan Chan waved her hands again and again, showing frustration on her face. Seeing her displeasure, Yong Xian found a red rope from somewhere and played with her on the flower rope.Xuan Chan was full of pain in her heart and had no one to talk to, anyway, no one knew who she was, she was still a fool, so she opened up and talked.

Speaking of grievances, tears welled up in his eyes, and Yong Xian pulled the slop, and he was not smart, how could he comfort others, he just talked nonsense: "No, don't cry, the second leader, because, no, you."

Xuan Chan pondered for a long time before realizing that what he meant was Shi Miaoye's rejection of people thousands of miles away, not against her.

This sloppy person goes in and out every day, and no one deliberately guards against them, so it is impossible to know some gossip.So, Xuan Chan had an idea and slowly talked to him.

Not to mention, she really tricked her out——

"Master in charge of the spoon, said that there is a disciple, the second master, who died in his early years."

Did Shi Miaoye ever accept disciples?Xuan Chan, who was the biggest supporter of Miss Shi, didn't know anything about it. She covered her lips and exclaimed, and asked anxiously, "Why did she die? Who is she?"

But Yong Xian shook his head desperately, dawdled for a while, and only stumbled out a sentence: "She, I don't want to, you become, the second, Sister Cang."

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There is a Yuzhen Mountain Villa in the east of Guangling City. The ancestors were in the jade business. It is reasonable to say that the merchant family is absolutely unpopular, but in recent years, the momentum in Jiangzuo has been very violent. Presenting the Jadeite Jade Buddha is meritorious, and won the joy of the Dragon Heart, and specially bestowed the Royal Pen Plaque.

As soon as this reputation came to fruition, with the help of the royal signboard, he was favored by the saints, and the business came one after another. In just a few years, one word can be said to be very popular in the Guangling area.

Patriarch Yu's [-]th birthday this year, the eldest son Yuguan sent a post to Suzaku downstairs, willing to spend ten thousand taels of gold to ask the second master to dance a Magu song in Guangling to celebrate his birthday.

Shi Miaoye is not willing to take this job, these days are rainy and cloudy, always reminding her of the old people who have passed away.

But Yuzhen Villa is an upstart in the rivers and lakes, and has business dealings with Zhuquelou, so Shi Miaoye has to sell this face, count a good day, pack your bags and set off early.It was a smooth journey to Jiankang, but it was only two days' journey, when Xuanchan came to the door, it was all in vain.

The family has only made a fortune for three generations, and the members of the Yu family are not prosperous. The old patriarch has two sons and a daughter, and the eldest is Yuguan. But he has a little talent in martial arts, but he has an arrogant temper and is not easy to get along with.

As for that girl, she was married in her early years.

When it was the turn of the grandchildren, they were really the only seedlings. The eldest daughter-in-law had nowhere to go, but the second child gave birth to a young master named Yulian, who spent a lot of money to take care of it. Guozixue.

I don't know if the feng shui of the ancestors has been exhausted in the business field, and the descendants are not as good as the previous generation. In Yulian's generation, they are not capable of writing or martial arts. They only know how to eat and drink, and have fun with a few dudes.

On the day of the birthday celebration, Master Yulian was nowhere to be found, and the servants were all anxious, seeing that the banquet was about to start, the second lady couldn't care less about that bastard, and only thought that he was having fun with his friends in Jiankang again, anyway, the old master's helplessness In the end, her son was going to inherit the family property, no matter how displeased the old man was, he had to spoil the only seedling, so he let him go.

As soon as the drums sounded, Shi Miaoye was wearing a skirt that stretched the floor, holding the Ganoderma lucidum wine, which fell from the branches of the breeze, and touched the pearls on the stage, her frown and smile were all touching.

It is said that the goddess Magu celebrated her birthday with the Queen Mother of the West on the banks of the Jiangzhu River, and the folks took this image to wish for a long life without bounds.

To draw a crimson pearl river, pearls alone are not enough. Many crimson begonias are placed on the side of the platform built by Lei Jian. Shi Miao swayed step by step and walked slowly into the flowers. Shuangfeiyan, who had a heartbeat for no reason, saw the girl who once danced solo among the flowers and sniffed them lightly appeared in front of her eyes.

Shi Miaoye has seen many good seedlings, but he is the only one who can compare with the young ones who started to learn at the age of twenty-eight.

Recalling the style of swallows returning to the nest that she created herself, Shi Miaoye changed her existing movements, following the music, she suddenly turned around and kicked Zijinguan backwards, and then landed on the ground holding the flower and looking back.

The rain fell last night, the delicate flowers were covered with dew, and the beads smeared on the face, especially the beauty weeping.

"it is good!"

Although this style doesn't seem to match the birthday celebration, it can't stop people from being amazed and applauding.

In the midst of the noise, the stage under Shi Miaoye's feet shattered, billowing smoke exploded in the inner cavity, quickly enveloping people.All the guests didn't realize it, they just thought it was a deliberate tossing effect to create a fairyland in Qionglou, only a few of the principals in Zhuquelou who accompanied the second head came, stood up one after another.

The platform was set up on the ground and high, when it fell there was no body, Shi Miaoye was not good at kungfu, but she was skilled in dancing for many years, her body was soft and light, she used her toes to borrow strength from the inner wall, and she jumped out.

The end is the fairy falling into the world.

Seeing that the head of the family is safe and sound, everyone in the Zhuque Tower heaved a sigh of relief, and Yuguan, the eldest son of the Yu family, even went forward to greet him in person, probably wanting to show his generosity, and the clichés of greetings came to his throat.

When Shi Miao fell to the ground, she let go of her hand, but what she was holding was not the rope that bound the bamboo poles, but a scroll of painting, tied to a cowhide band, this shot was instantly ejected to the top, and unfolded with a clatter——

After the beauties dance in the painting, the formula is exactly the "Swallows Returning to the Nest" that Shi Miao looked back at with a flower in his hand.

During the banquet, someone shouted: "I don't know which dear friend's calligraphy is this. The second master is here. If you don't come out quickly to claim it, if you don't come out again, be careful and teach others to borrow flowers to offer Buddha!"

For a while, it was a birthday celebration and I forgot it, it was all gags.

Halfway through the banquet, Yuxian, the second son who was reluctant to stand out in the room, glanced at the painting at first glance, his expression changed, he hurriedly passed through the crowd, and stepped forward to point out: "This, this is not..."

The eldest son blocked him, with a meaningful smile on his face: "Second brother, you came too late, you have to punish yourself with three cups."

"Well, the person in this painting is clearly..." Yuxian didn't know when his eyesight was so good, he hurriedly tugged on Yuguan's sleeve, pointed at the mole on the end of the beauty's eye in the picture, and Shi Miaoye The face is smooth, not to mention moles, not even a trace of red marks.Yu Guan smiled strangely, and stepped aside on purpose, just when Yu Xian lost his composure and let go, Patriarch Yu suddenly coughed twice, and turned his gaze back to himself.

It's really inappropriate for the guest to take the lead, Shi Miaoye calmly ordered people to clean up, without even looking back, using the chatter and laughter of the guests to believe that it was done by a certain fanatical admirer.She designed the stage and built it with the help of craftsmen. It is believed that someone here paid off with money. This time, Yuzhen Villa's face has been discredited, and it needs to be thoroughly investigated when it goes back.

However, before her people stepped forward, the scroll was blown off by the east wind and fell head-on to the ground.

"Let's see who gets the beauty..."

Before the word "home" got drunk, the word "home" hadn't come out of his mouth, and someone was holding his heart and holding the blade of grass to retch, and saw that the back of the scroll was bloody and bloody, which turned out to be a piece of skin.

The eldest son Yuguan jumped to the front of the stage, followed closely by his younger brother Yuxian, with a cursory glance, he decided: "It's a human|skin!" The two immediately looked at each other, "Whose skin is it?"

Even if the sun falls on the body, it is not necessarily warm, but rather cool.

Both of them turned their heads together, staring at Shi Miaoye in a daze, looking at the beauty but not seeing the beauty, as if seeing a ferocious Yaksha who was looking for his life.When Shi Miaoye saw this, she brushed away the onlookers and stepped forward. This picture of a skinny beauty suddenly appeared under her stage. Even if it wasn't aimed at her, and bumped into the birthday star on this great day, she couldn't tell with eight mouths.

"Second master, I'm coming!"

One of the old stewards who came along, winked at the girl nearby, and quickly reported to the Zhuque Tower without anyone noticing, picked up a bamboo pole, reached over, and picked up the flipped painting again.

Only then did Shi Miaoye seriously examine the person in the painting. The beauty was dressed very much like her, but she was not her. That kind of delicate smile would never appear on her face, but there was indeed one in her memory. Such a person loves to imitate his own dress.The old man passed away early, but the human skin has only been peeled off not long ago, obviously with deep intentions.

Shi Miaoyi stretched out her hand involuntarily, as if she wanted to touch the beauty's face——

"Master, Eldest Young Master, Second Young Master, Second Madam, something serious is wrong! The person who sent out to find Young Master Yulian came back and said that he was not in Jiankang, and he couldn't find him anywhere, only this half-broken cloud pendant! "

Just when the servant flew over to exclaim in surprise, Shi Miaoye's throat tightened, and she also sighed heavily, calling out the name that she hadn't heard for a long time——

"Cang Cang."

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After not seeing the sun for two days, it began to rain again on Jiangzuo. After Shi Miaoyi went to perform the dance, Xuan Chan was never absent every day, regardless of rain or shine. Tea and water are always delivered, and in my spare time, I will come to tell a joke to tease people and have fun.

The sky was changing today, and it was cloudy in the afternoon. Seeing that she didn't have an umbrella, Xiao Er gave her an umbrella.

"When will this rain stop?" Xuan Chan sighed to herself, as if when the wind stopped and the rain stopped, people would return.

Xiao Erxin said, how did he know that, thunder and wind, rain, fog and snow are all up to the Lord, so he can only change his words with a smile: "It's rainy and rainy. If you cook it with plums and eat it, it would be a little more romantic, just happened to have some good green plums from the building today, how about two cups?"

I have only heard of cooking wine with green plums, but I have never seen anyone cook rain. How delicious is rain, but it is the tears of gods.

Xuan Chan showed his face, Yu didn't eat it, but plums could be tasted, so he pushed him to the back kitchen to pick out two dishes with excellent appearance, and he stretched out his hand to reward them with two silver leaves.

Xiao Er carried the money and walked briskly.

I don't know whose umbrella was dripping water on the ground, walking in a hurry, the soles of the shoes slipped, and the person almost hit the pillar.Just when the second brother was about to say something derogatory, a girl who was drenched all over came running outside the threshold.

This girl Xuan Chan has seen before and has been serving by Shi Miaoye's side.

"Hurry up and bring the towel!" Xuan Chan shouted at Xiao Er who was still in a daze, took off her coat and wrapped the woman up, beware that there are many smelly men in this lobby, who should not be seen.

"Why don't you open an umbrella?"

"The umbrella can't hold up." The maid muttered, turned her head and pouted at the broken umbrella outside the door.

When the shopkeeper came forward, the maid immediately nodded to Xuan Chan, jumped over her, and rushed to report: "Hurry up and inform the big boss, something happened in Yuzhen Villa!"

But looking at the maid's face, she couldn't be sure that Miao Ye would be implicated by her. Seeing the shopkeeper dragging her to the backyard, Xuan Chan became more careful and followed her quietly. Xiao Er saw that she knew she was concerned, so she opened her eyes Close one eye and let her pass by.The maid said in detail, but across the corner, she heard every word.

The shopkeeper was frightened and angry, and hurriedly said: "The absence of the big boss doesn't mean that I am at the mercy of others in Zhuquelou. What are you doing in a daze? Quickly call in good hands to respond!"

But the maid held him again, gasping for breath: "I received another letter from Fei Ge on the way, Erdang's family wrote it himself, saying yes..." She shook the thin roll of paper out of her sleeve and stuffed it into the man's hand Li, "She said she didn't need to intervene, she has her own plan! The reason, the reason should be on that painting..."

They were all dead, but the human skin was pulled out from her under the stage, and the woman in the painting is so similar to her, I'm afraid it's not a burden, but a frame.

Xuan Chan couldn't sit idly by, turned around and ran out to rescue soldiers.

Just after she left, the old shopkeeper who had been in charge of Suzaku Tower couldn't help but ponder, and, like Shi Miaoye, asked the question that had been buried for many years——

"How did Cangcang die that year?"

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