Chiwuxing

The vastness, the immortal way in the mountains is self-harmonious, and the literati enjoy traveling.Downstream, fishermen sing in boats, the surface of the water is undulating, the water of the waves is clear, to wash my tassels, the water of the waves is turbid, to muddy my feet...

Immediately, the sound of the zither turned sharply, and the momentum gradually increased, and a thick color descended on the world. Among them were childish laughter, neighbor disputes, loving father's earnestness, and royal court torture... All kinds of human affairs are finally contained in a short note, mixed At the fingertips, it dances endlessly, and returns to an easy and flat tone, only to hear a female voice sing solo:

If you don't see ordinary people, don't be happy, look at them as poor and sinking.

Jun Moyan needs to cheer up in the secular world for a short time, and see how many people and things are wasted.

The golden wat is full, and the gluttonous tongue is insatiable, leaving only the empty spoon and wok.

Yuanlong was lying high, and the coffin pile was full of broken bones and armor.

Bitterness, joy, sorrow, and suffering are more disasters, and there are more fun in the gentle countryside.

Sighing that you are so full of sorrow and bitterness, why don't you give up thinking about it?

If you are greedy for the branches and fruits of desire, happiness will come from this place.

The sound of the piano sounded, and said:

Enjoy the fruit alone, enjoy the fruit alone.

But look at the slave's house is as hot as fire, and the king is wrapped in a scorching one.

The strings were suppressed slightly, and another female voice harmonized:

Don't you see Chi Chi Le Le all living beings, why bother to talk about it in a hurry.

There are many right and wrong in Jun Moyan's kindness, righteousness and righteousness, among which there is nothing to gain from resentment and schemes.

The true feelings are embarrassing, and there is no merit or demerit in front of Yan Luodian and that stubborn fool.

Behavior is upright, and you don't see ghosts and monsters sharpening their knives in the shade.

Virtue, kindness, and no deceit are often exaggerated, how to hide from others' speculation.

Let you fight for the snail's head, how can it be better than me to indulge in happiness?

People's footprints are chaotic, which is convenient for dreams.

The sound of the zither was played again, and there was a loud swallowing sound, and it was said:

So and so, so and so.

I hope that the gentleman will always be with you, and the warmth and warmth will keep you away from worries.

The sound of the qin gradually died down, this guqin was originally a kind of elegant music, but it is not out of harmony with this kind of common people's tune.Perhaps the dusty world is the reason for the gathering and dispersal of Vientiane, and there is no distinction between elegance and vulgarity in the occasional meeting.

Fu Chen lowered his head and did not move, but half-rolled his eyes in the dark.

Qiaoer closed the song, turned around from the aftertaste, and asked with a smile: "What do you two think?"

"That's right, the world is bustling, so you can get a little bit of sincerity here. It really is a good place..." Tang Lan narrowed his eyes and sighed, then turned his head, "Zijie, what do you think?"

Fu Chen didn't move.

Seeing that he bowed his head and did not move, Luo Hong thought that he had just fallen asleep, so she lightly stroked his shoulder with her soft hand, and softly called: "Master...Mr. Jun, are you sleepy?"

Just as he was about to stop, Fu Chen suddenly raised his head and grabbed her wrist.

Looking up, the young man's eyes are clear, but full of sadness, with a bit of watery thought in it.Luo Hong's thoughts were quite moved, and when she was touched by Cang Ran in her eyes, she also looked at him in a daze.

Seeing his eyes glistening from the side, Tang Lan was a little surprised and said, "Zijie...you...are you crying after hearing the sound?"

"No," Fu Chen replied calmly, "The girl sings very well, and the song is also exquisite, but it is far from what I want to read."

"It is difficult to survive for a long time if it can be moved for a while."

Qingqing easily opened her wrist, but the prostitute turned and grabbed her wrist, the nails covered with Kodan set off the jade white skin color.

Luo Hong smiled, the corners of her eyes curled up at this time, she already had a bit of sincerity: "Master is a sensible person, but he must also understand that wisdom will hurt you, hurt others and hurt yourself."

Hurt others... Hurt yourself?

Fu Chen hung his head again and remained silent, a lock of curly hair scattered on his cheek.

Seeing that he was silent, Luo Hong didn't make any noise, and slowly filled the wine cup beside him.

"...The girl should be much older than this?" Fu Chen said in a daze.

With a sound of "Puff", Qiao'er next to him laughed out a flower, and said: "Master, you must come to us very rarely. Among the so many people I have seen who came here to beg for spring wine, there is not one I've seen you so speechless..."

"Hey," Tang Lan stopped her with a faint smile, "Zijie is a serious martial arts practitioner, don't spoil my friend."

"Tch," Qiao'er snorted coquettishly, "Who comes to our place pretends to be a decent person."

Fu Chen didn't show any embarrassment, shook his head lowly, his mind was a little clear, and he said slowly: "...I didn't mean to offend, I just felt that the lyrics of the two girls just now are not like ordinary tunes, and they must be obtained by people who have gone through the world Know……"

Luo Hong replied: "We didn't write the lyrics, but a sister in the former pavilion. It's just that she passed away early, and we didn't have the chance to see it later."

Tang Lan raised the wine cup and took a light drink.

Fu Chen nodded slightly tiredly, and didn't respond anymore.

Qiao'er looked at the sky outside the window, and said tentatively: "It's getting late at this time, why don't the two masters just rest here?"

Tang Lan glanced at Fu Chen, seeing that he had no objection, she smiled and said, "Well, for a moment of spring night, we can't waste this moment..."

Luo Hong stood up, lowered her head and whispered in Fu Chen's ear: "Master, let's go..."

Fu Chen got up, his slender figure covered the delicate woman, he followed Luo Hong's footsteps without a word, walked to the other wing of the partition, and sat by the bed.

Seeing him sitting beside the bed and not saying a word, Luo Hong thought that this young man liked others to take the initiative, so she stalked forward and sat beside him with her legs touching hers.

The young man didn't refuse, Luo Hong boldly stretched out his hand, lifted the curly hair hanging from the young man's cheeks, and covered his cheeks with warm breath: "My lord, this black curly hair is really nice... There are also many savage women in the pavilion who are just for individual The newcomers are caught in...but it's not like my master's hair is shiny and handsome..."

Seeing that Fu Chen was still speechless, she snorted again: "My lord has something to worry about today? There is no one here, why don't you complain to my servant, and don't worry about it..."

A strong scent of spices hit his face, Fu Chen frowned slightly, and said, "There are so many worries, and I can't bring them up."

Luo Hong smiled lightly, her red lips glowing brightly: "I have a way to solve all the worries in the world..."

After finishing speaking, the lotus root arm was wrapped around the young man's narrow and strong waist, and with a nimble fingertip, he untied his belt.

Between touches, Luohong felt that the young man was full of strength, obviously he had practiced martial arts for many years, the barbarian's physique was not as thin as the Yan people's, and the muscles of the young man around him were neither loose nor thick, and every inch of the week was just right The firmness of the skin is full of the toughness of young people.

When she was secretly happy, she couldn't help feeling a little distracted, turned over and jumped, straddled him, lowered her head and lightly kissed the scar on the young man's face, she felt the young man's thick and hard eyelashes scratching her cheeks, and the itchiness spread to the bottom of her heart .When she was emotionally moved, before she could make the next move, the young man suddenly pushed her sideways, and she was defenseless for a moment, falling on the edge of the bed.

Just for a moment, the strong smell in his nostrils was mixing with the spring wine he had just drank, forming a filth that blocked his senses of touch, smell, and taste. In the process, a piece of swollen and withered flesh was touched which was completely different from the tender and delicate girl on her leg.

Green and white, red and black, raw bones, woman's fragrance, Fu Chen subconsciously felt acid in his stomach, and at the same time, there was a wrinkled pain coming from his heart and lungs, and all his desires turned into convulsive sins.

"Uh...heh..." Fu Chen forced himself to breathe tremblingly.

Luo Hong was originally frightened and angry, but when she saw the young man's complexion suddenly changed, as if in a daze, and suddenly appeared in pain, she couldn't help but turn pale with shock, and hurried forward and said: "Master, what's wrong with you? But you feel unwell?"

Fu Chen shook his head, then lowered his eyebrows and paused his expression, and said slowly: "I'm sorry... I don't need you to serve me today, the money will not be short, I'll just rest here with my clothes for a night..."

"It's nothing, it's not short of money this time." Seeing that he was pressing his stomach with his hands, Luo Hong still pretended to endure it, and said, "Maybe I just felt unwell after drinking too much wine. I'm going to pour some for you." Water comes..."

After saying that, Luo Hong got up and went out again.

Fu Chen sat upside down on the ground with his back against the edge of the bed, slowly exhaled a trembling breath, and closed his eyes.

Besides, Tang Lan also fell into a sudden silence after seeing Fu Chen go out.

Qiao'er was about to step forward when she heard Tang Lan throwing a bag of reward money and said, "You go down first."

Qiao'er's beautiful eyes showed doubts, but seeing that the young man's face lost the interest just now, he said no more, "Yes."

The room became completely empty, and the red gauze by the window moved slightly, and the previous scene of talking and singing happily was no longer there.

Tang Lan looked at the red curtain a few feet away, and suddenly smiled: "This room is decorated like a wedding room, and it looks lively..."

There was no answer in the room, as if he was sitting alone at the wine table talking to himself.

Tang Lan suppressed her smile and said, "I will never break my promise, and within three years, I will welcome you with success."

A moment of silence.

"I'm not afraid to wait."

Behind the curtain, a woman's delicate voice suddenly said in a deep voice.

Tang Lan drank the last drop of wine from the wine cup, slightly curled the corner of his lower lip, half-covered his peach eyes, and said, "I'm afraid."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid I can't wait."

The woman called "Chengzhe" said again: "What is yours has long been yours, why do you have to wait?"

Tang Lan sighed and laughed.

The two were silent for a moment, and the woman asked again: "Whose relationship did you seek to keep this Xiangge?"

"Huh?" Tang Lan was taken aback for a moment, and then turned to say, "The imperial court issued an order to return to the public. I am a military officer in the army. How can I openly oppose you at this time..."

"It's not you?" The woman was also surprised.

"I'm afraid that the dignitaries and dignitaries who came here to seek pleasure are attached to the pleasures here, so they negotiated to keep them... They have the courage to challenge like this," Tang Lan said, "The taverns in central Beijing are closed, but This family dominates, and we must be wary of others targeting us."

"I see."

"...It won't be too long, soon, soon." Tang Lan said again.

Seeing him repeating himself, the woman knew that he was still worried and anxious, so she changed the subject again, and said, "Why did you bring him here? Take a good rest for a day, why bring a bottle of oil... "

"When a strong man drinks before he leaves, it's time for joy in the evening," Tang Lan said indifferently, "He is very boring, and there are all kinds of tastes in the world. Wouldn't it be a pity not to teach him to taste and see more? .”

The woman said coldly: "You are merciful, but you are cruel to me, but you are not as good as you?"

"Although I made a risky move before, I thought about it for a long time, and the benefits outweighed the disadvantages for you," Tang Lan said, "Afterwards, everything happened by coincidence, and I think it was God's help. But if you complain about me all your life because of this, I really have no words to refute .”

"Of course I blame you, and I will rely on you from now on," the woman said.

"It's my luck," Tang Lan raised his glass to Zhu Lian from a distance, and said with a faint smile with tired eyes, "it's as sweet as sweet."