[Zuzhou] White clothes in the world

On the shore of the white water, who is the old friend?

The grass and trees are dying, and the king is gone.

Ask the boatman three times, can he return to his family?

In the center of the mirage, a vermilion high platform was set up, and two bright red gauzes hung down on each side of the high platform. In the center of the red stage, a charming woman dressed in red danced gracefully, and the melodious and low-pitched singing voice wafted from the mouth of the cherry blossoms. The lotus feet and the rhythm of the musicians playing the fife under the stage, the water sleeves fluttering, amazed the audience.

From time to time, there was a burst of applause from the audience, and there were cheers one after another.Sitting in an inconspicuous corner on the second floor, Qing Yi filled the glass in front of him with wine, and held the edge of the glass with two slender fingers. He put the glass to his mouth without taking a sip.

The pretty woman sitting face to face with Qingyi covered her red lips lightly, and sipped the fine wine in her glass. "This is the Peach Blossom Brew from the Ancient Yue Kingdom. The first strands of peach petals are pickled in early spring, and then taken out in autumn. The wine is brewed in winter, buried in the ground three feet deep, and taken out in the autumn of the next year. The aroma of peach blossoms is overflowing. Now drink a The cup will cost ten taels of gold." Ze Baiyue put down the white porcelain wine glass Shi Shiran, rested her right hand on her chest, and lazily looked at the dancing woman downstairs.

Qingyi's eyes darkened, and he said with a smile: "It's all become the Ancient Yue Kingdom, and it's only been less than 500 years." Youyou let out a long sigh, and the nearly 20-year-old young man took a shallow sip of the peach blossom wine. Has a depth that is different from his age.

In a blink of an eye, six years have passed.

In the past six years, wars have raged all over the world, and more than a dozen countries on Zuzhou fought back and forth. The former overlord Shile stayed in a corner, like an aging and sleepy lion, retracting its sharp claws, curled up in an increasingly in a small territory.Beimo, which has been ignored by the kings of Zuzhou, still hides its sharp claws. Only a young commander in Shile Emperor's Siming Court and the current Qinglong King have been paying attention to a white-clothed boy held by Beimo.

"She is singing the story of Princess Qinglong." Ze Baiyue's eyes lingered on the opposite Qinglong King, with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth.

Qingyi stood up from the stool, walked to the railing, suddenly turned her head and smiled at Ze Baiyue: "Does she love my ancestor?"

A look of surprise appeared on Ze Baiyue's face, Ze Baiyue stroked the body of the white porcelain cup with her fingers, and said in silence for a long time: "Who does the lord think Princess Roujia should love?"

"Gu Yunzhi." Qing Yi said plainly.

【Anecdote 130 Four】

Gu Lian's "Choosing the Tan" recorded many anecdotes, most of which he heard while traveling all over Zuzhou.It is said that one day, when he was passing by the shore of Baishui, he heard an old boatman singing a ballad in a hoarse tone, "On the shore of Baishui, who is the old man? " Gu Lian stepped forward to ask the origin of this ballad, and the old boatman said that it was more than 20 years ago, on the day when Bai Ze broke the city, a luxurious and graceful woman stood alone on the shore of Bai Shui, looking at the misty waves of Bai Shui, feeling sad. Sing this heartbroken ballad.At the end, the old boatman whispered to Gu Lian that it was Princess Roujia of Zeguo, and it was said that she sang it for Gu Yunzhi, the counselor of Shile.

Seventy miles away from the mirage, in a dilapidated mansion in the southernmost part of Cangluo Emperor's Capital, a man was practicing his sword.Holding a three-foot-long sword in his hand, he raised his hand and slashed downwards. A dazzling white light flashed in the moonlight.The light and shadow were fleeting, and the long sword sheathed, as if unwilling to be trapped in the sheath, and let out a dull long moan the moment it was sheathed.

"Sword of Sorrowful Frost..." The young man in black robe standing under the tree not far away hid his face in the shadow of the tree, his deep voice pressed into the moonlight, and the heat of the summer night instantly turned into a icy cold wind.

The man with the sword walked steadily towards the young man in the shadow step by step. "What reason does Shao Si Ming have to convince me?" He glanced at the elegant young man who was half a head shorter than himself. The young man in black robe had his hands in his sleeves, and there was a cold determination in his delicate eyebrows.Unlike anyone else in the Siming Yuan, this young man in the black robe gave the man with the sword the feeling that he was going forward!

Indomitable?The sword-wielding man suddenly grinned, as if he was laughing at the young commander in the black robe in front of him, but he still had to maintain this unswerving heart in this troubled world.

Wu Xuan blinked, and when he opened his eyes again, there seemed to be stars gathering in his pupils: "Because Princess Roujia wants to protect her heir, the real heir of Zeguo who has the spirit of the gods."

There was a murderous intent in the eyes of the sword bearer, and the long sword guarded in the scabbard sensed the master's thoughts, and once again let out a murmur.A cold light shone again under the shadow of the tree, the long sword was unsheathed, and the blade was only half an inch away from Wu Xuan's neck!

Wu Xuan didn't pay any attention to the sound of the long sword clearly coming from his ears. He raised his head slightly, glanced at the sullen man in front of him, and smiled: "Isn't the general going to do it? Only I know this secret. "

"No, it's you and me." The eyes of the man holding the sword dimmed slightly, and then he put away the sword without sheathing it, "What did the lord and the general say?"

Wu Xuan said respectfully: "The lord said that General Yu has been silent for many years, and with the general's talent, he should have understood his way; the chief general is looking forward to fighting side by side with you again."

"Oh." The man with the sword also laughed, his smile was forced, "Did the Qinglong King leave Cangluo?"

"Almost six years." Wu Xuan said.

"Six years..." The man with the sword casually adjusted the skirt of his clothes when he took out the sword, and murmured, "What about the Shuangtang he sent to me?"

"Then you can only ask the current Azure Dragon King to pick it up." Wu Xuan smiled mischievously.

Ze Baiyue pressed the hair that had slipped from her ears to her ears, and followed Qing Yi to look at the enchanting dancer in the center of the stage below.After watching for a while, Ze Baiyue lost interest.Qingyi leaned on the railing, holding a white porcelain wine glass in one hand, looking like a full-fledged playboy.No one could have imagined that this would be the current Qinglong King, in charge of Shi Le's regime.

"The name Miaoge is not well obtained." Qing Yi said in a bleak voice.

Ze Baiyue stuck to Qingyi's side, a faint scent of crabapple came, and a charming voice came into Qingyi's ears: "Please give me a name, my servant will change her name for her in a while."

"Let's call it Mange." Qing Yi thought about it seriously, "Singing lightly and dancing gracefully, that's good."

Ze Baiyue's slender fingers hooked Qing Yi's strand of black hair draped over her shoulders: "Okay, thank you for your name."

Qingyi let Ze Baiyue lie in his arms. If six years ago, Qingyi would have pushed this charming woman away with a folding fan. Now, as Qinglong King, Qingyi is used to this woman's ambiguity.The scent of crabapple lingering around the nose became more and more intense, and gradually became colder and colder. This is the only fragrance of the frost begonia produced in Baize. In the Cangluo Imperial Capital, there is only one person who can grow frost begonia.

"Gu Minglan asked you to come to me?" Qing Yi hooked the wine pot on the table with his left hand, and filled his empty wine glass with fine wine.

The fragrance of peach blossoms is mixed with the sharp and strong fragrance of Shuangtang, and the fragrance is overflowing in this inconspicuous corner on the second floor of the mirage.

Ze Baiyue sneered, and pressed her jade-like index finger on Qingyi's lips: "The imperial general Tuo Nu's family told the prince that the frost tree that the old prince fostered with him has finally bloomed this year, please go to the general's mansion to get it back personally." .”

Qingyi closed his eyes and nodded clearly: "I heard that General Yu has recently fallen in love with Nanxun's ancient music, should I give him a flute?"

"Anything the lord gives, the general will like it." Ze Baiyue's pretty face was as bright as a peach blossom.

"Not necessarily." Qingyi pinched Ze Baiyue's face, a gleam flashed in his eyes, "If I gave him the sword from his ancestor, he would use his sad frost to kill me."

"That's the prince, you are looking for death." Ze Baiyue said coquettishly.

Gu Minglan knelt on the mat, with a low table in front of her.Gu Minglan was trimming a pot of blooming clusters of snow-white flowers placed on the low table, and the lingering fragrance gradually overflowed the room. The young prince sitting opposite Gu Minglan stared intently at the hand holding the sword Persevere in scissors, shuttle flexibly among the flower branches, and cut off the excess flower branches that escape.

"There's another one here!" Qingyi lit a flower branch with the handle of a folding fan, "General Yu here! Here!" He was like a child who had discovered a novelty, and couldn't help cheering inwardly, yelling for the general on the opposite side to hurry up Cut off this flowery branch that looked very abrupt in his eyes.

"That's not it." Gu Minglan shook her head and put down the scissors in her hand.

"What?" Qing Yi thought he was a servant, and asked.

"This branch seems to have grown, but in fact, from a distance, it is this branch that is slanting out, which makes this Shuangtang unique." Gu Minglan looked deeply at the young prince who put away his smile on the opposite side. , Every word is authentic, like an old gentleman preaching and bewildering, "If you look at the overall situation, you will not ignore the fundamentals."

Qingyi nodded respectfully, stood up, and took a few steps back. The pot of frosted tangerines on the low table was blooming in clusters, and the snow-white petals were like snow in winter. The fragrance hit, blowing away the dry heat in the house.Gu Minglan let go of the flower branch she was holding in her hand. Among the clusters of flowers, that branch came out obliquely, but it didn't look monotonous and abrupt. This pot of Shuangtang was more elegant and agile.

"Qingyi is taught." Qingyi walked back to the table, folded his hands in front of his chest, and saluted Gu Minglan respectfully.

"This Shuangtang was fostered by my father, and now it should be returned to the original owner." Gu Minglan turned her head and called, "Come here."

After finishing speaking, a servant bowed into the room, knelt on the ground and saluted Gu Minglan.

"Send this pot of shuangtang to Qinglong King's mansion." Gu Minglan pointed at the pot of shuangtang.

"Yes." The servant carefully carried Shuangtang in his arms and led the order away.

Only Gu Minglan and Qingyi were left in the room.The cold and overflowing fragrance of flowers gradually dissipated, and Shuangtang's floral fragrance would not be too long-lasting, but rather strong, just like those gorgeous and strong women in the storybook, without the slightest coquettishness. It is said that Princess Roujia in the last years of Ze Kingdom was a strong and strong woman woman.

There was a moment of silence, and the two sitting opposite each other were silent for a long time.Until Gu Minglan put the sword on the table.It was a very ordinary sword, and the scabbard was made of bright blue iron.Gu Minglan held down the hilt of the sword with her right hand, and a six-petal frost flower was engraved on the hilt.The Frost Tang flower is the favorite flower of Zeguo people.

"This sword hasn't been used on the battlefield for almost ten years." Gu Minglan pulled out the blade a little, "Simingyuan's divination has always been very good, hasn't it?"

Qingyi was sitting upright, he didn't dare to be too lazy in front of the Shuangshuang Sword. "It should be said that Wu Xuan's divination has always been very effective." Qing Yi corrected Gu Minglan.

"Really?" Gu Minglan caressed the frosty flower pattern on the hilt of her sword with her finger, very piously.

"The edge of the Sad Shuang Sword cannot be hidden!" Qing Yi tensed his face, and said seriously, "Just like Gu Yunzhi wanted to seal and bury Sad Shuang back then, but after the Nanxun Kingdom proclaimed a minister to Emperor Yuanshi, Sad Shuang came back again. It's like appearing on the battlefield again!"

"That's why it chopped off the head of Lord Bai Ze." Gu Minglan showed a trace of sadness on his face.He is the royal general of Shi Le, and together with the first general Yun Feng, they are called "peerless two generals", but their personalities are completely different.The chief general is like a scorpion, with every trace of penetration, and the imperial general is like a spring breeze, warm and warm. These two people guard the Cangluo imperial capital and the only remaining counties of Xuanzhi and Fufeng in Shile.Qing Yi thought, without these two generals, Shi Le would have ceased to exist.

"You are from Nanxun." Qingyi said in a low voice, he didn't have much confidence in saying this.After all, Gu Minglan's ancestors once fell in love with Princess Roujia.

Gu Minglan didn't care, he nodded: "Yes, you have the blood of the Baize royal family running through your body."

Qingyi smiled embarrassingly, and Gu Minglan could always strike back at him just right. "Teacher, do you care?"

With a loud and long cry, the long sword on the low table was unsheathed. Gu Minglan held the long sword horizontally and placed it in front of Qingyi: "Hold it."

Qing Yi did not refuse, he took the Sad Shuang Sword, this sword is as ordinary as its appearance, unremarkable, only in the right hands can it hold the peerless brilliance.

"How?" Gu Minglan asked Qingyi softly.

"Ordinary." Qing Yi answered truthfully.

"Hehe..." Gu Minglan slowly got up from the banquet, walked to the window, looked at the garden full of flowers and said, "I thought so too when I picked it up."