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The north-south boundary river is a line pass, and it is also more lonely.

The mission did not delay on the way, and entered the palace all the way amidst ceremony and music.

The banquet in the palace started late.Zhou Jintu came late, combing her fairy-looking bun. She sat next to Ji Qing, and the beads under her ears jingled together.

Marquis of Pingliang wore a Luoyi of the southern style. The dark patterns were like those popular in Yujing more than ten years ago, and the black was dyed with purple. It is a style that young people in the city have long since stopped wearing.

There is a leather belt around the waist, instead of a long knife, there is a short silver dagger lying beside the hook.

Ji Qing looked at her in a daze, as if trying to catch something in the clothes, and refused to look away.

He Lianyu saluted him, suddenly felt a smile in his heart.She passed through the crowd to look at the silent man with his head down, and the mole on the side of the neckline slipped from the top of the man's hair that was tied with a jade crown.

It can be called a glimpse, but it is also frightening without any personal affection.

The voice that sounded in her heart at the first moment was actually "I'm afraid someone will fall." When a wisp of eyes floated on her body like a cloud of mist, Ping Lianghou, who was sitting upright, felt that he heard his own heartbeat for a moment.

She has always had a loose mind, and when the torso of a man from the North falls into her eyes, she can't help but think first, "How heavy a knife can this man carry?", and then go to the Eagle House to soak for most of the day without any interest.

I have seen a lot of young masters who are weak willows and Fufeng, all of them are swaying and walking without touching the ground, but they are not like this person, with a narrow waistline but not soft, reminding people of the gold mines in Liangzhou. The last line of golden bow.

The princes and ladies throwing pots staggered back and forth, and Zhou Tan stood up to enter the battle. Compared with the eye-catching pitchers, he was unnoticed.She looked at Zhou Tan's seemingly useless wrist, but her interest deepened.

Nanjun dancers passed by in line, their blue skirts fluttered over their palms, and He Lianyu only passed through the green mist woven by this person, and caught the person who was drinking alone with his eyes under the brow.

The person dressed as a scholar went to toast, Zhou Tan raised his hand to drink, and stopped Song Qingwen from opening his mouth, he pursed his lips and shook his head lightly: "I have understood Mr. , don’t step in the quagmire.”

"Looking at the fire from the other side—" Song Qingwen's eyes were reddened by his excitement, and his tone was almost like a broken gong, but Zhou Tan turned around and clinked glasses with him, blocking the rest of his voice.

He turned his face sideways to talk about some poems and proses, his mouth was full of romance, and he never talked about the incident that everyone in the audience was scratching their hearts with.

He Lianyu took the wine cup and rushed towards him, and first performed a family ceremony: "Mr. Zhou is safe, Mr. Lang is going to go north with me in a few days. I don't know about the family affairs. How are things settled?"

"Don't bother Ping Lianghou." He opened his foggy eyes and responded with a salute.

He recited the three characters Pinglianghou unexpectedly a thousand times. He Lianyu clinked glasses with him, and the force he used was slowly withdrawn at the moment when he was on the verge of eruption. , even the knuckles stretched calmly.

sure enough...

She was about to laugh out loud, and cast a half-eyed at the very high throne, then dragged her sleeves and turned back to the mission seat.

It rained a few times, and the feeling of spring in Yujing became stronger day by day. Zhou Jintu almost stepped into the palace with half of his foot. He only drove back with a bag of melons and fruits in the car the night before his departure.

She threw down the tightly tied palace dress, stretched her back loosely, and looked around at the piles of red boxes and sundries in the yard.Zhou Tan sat on a half-open box, looking through the items with great interest.

After all, Qingming didn't grow up, after whining and howling for a few days, he was attracted by the Hanhai horse that he said could run and run.

Chun Equinox pointed at Sang and scolded Huai with a dirty accent, while stumbling to find Qi Houyi and thick socks.

"Yuenlang." She picked up the Kanyu map on the porch and called him.

The two of them have a single child, and they have no tacit understanding on weekdays. Since childhood, most of them are chasing after each other. She doesn't recognize her brother, and he doesn't recognize her elder sister. over each other.

Zhou Tan raised his face and smiled when he heard the sound: "Why are you so cute today."

She came closer and looked at him: "You have your plans, and I have my own muddle-headed accounts to settle. Each has his own way of survival. It's just that you will go north tomorrow, and you don't know when you will see you again."

Zhou Tan held the half fruit that was handed over, and brushed the tensed hand: "The mountains are high and the water is far away, there is always a way back. The Zhongzhou Chamber of Commerce will not fail for a day, and there is always something to rely on, not to mention..."

He twirled a dagger on his finger, and he played with a murder weapon like a plaything, which made people laugh out loud.

The willow color in the Yanchen River for more than a dozen miles could not keep Langjun Ruyu, and He Lianyu drove the horse in front, walking neither fast nor slow.

The carriage and attendants followed the horse, the emperor's tears flowed all the way, whether real or not, Zhou Tan kowtowed to him, but he wanted to be confused in his heart, and in the end he had to deal with it with difficulty. the eye sockets.

There were quite a few people in the attic and upstairs, and the girls in the color building rarely had a smile from him, but they had to cover their scarves to hide their tears.

Even far away from the city tower, you can still see the clothes full of snow, Song Qingwen bowed to him with his skirt folded, and he didn't straighten up for a long time.

After leaving Yujing, he had to go north along the Yanshen River. Lu Chengyan stopped at the south of Changzhou and stopped going north. The horses were tired from the long distance. The posthouse in Changzhou welcomed a group of pedestrians with horses and trailers at dusk. .

He Lianyu led the tall horse to the river, leaving only a snow-white Hanhai horse, and Zhou Tan walked around it, pulling the horse's tail halfway and halfway.

He was holding a book on how to teach people how to know horses, flipping through it hastily, looking at each one, the hats were still hanging loosely, and the neat son's hats were folded by him in [-]% to [-]% so that they couldn't see the original appearance.

The white horse has well-grown muscles and well-balanced skin and flesh. It is not like the dwarf mules raised in the Nanjun Palace, and it is also softer than the usual Hanhai horse. It floats like a snowy ball at night.

Zhou Tan fought with Mao Tuan for three or two days, but there was nothing to gain. Zhou Lang, who was out of Yujing's sight, seemed to have changed under the skin. The content of the cover is not recognizable.

He read some headache-inducing words to the horse with a grass leaf in his mouth, trampled off even his socks under the brocade clothes with fine and precious green bamboo tattoos, and the governor of Changzhou walked all the way with his stomach in his arms, but he couldn't stand in front of the crowd. Find him, until Pinglianghou, who came back from drinking the horse, gestured with his hand.

The official's surname is Song, 36, and he is round and kind.

Zhou Tan raised his eyes to look for the boots, and heard someone's soft inquiry: "The wharf of Changzhou Prefecture is not far from here. If you want to visit, you might as well go to the river bank to have a look."

"There are not many tricks on the Yuchuan River." He raised his eyebrows, and got down from the railing, "Master Song still puts more emphasis on official affairs, and there is no need to run around in the mission."

Song Wenjing exited the post house under the watchful eyes of the mission, and even cast a look like a resentful woman before leaving.

The bewildered man continued to lean back to the stable to tease the horse, without even meeting his eyes.

The wine was hot on the stove, and the smell of the wine was not strong. He Lianyu sat some distance away from him, flipping through a letter, and the big shaman ordered three pages in his ear. Shouting all over the place.

In front of her eyes, a blue shadow climbed the pillars and rolled towards the roof, sinking into the eaves like a cloud.

"On the Yuchuan River, life is everywhere, why don't you go?" She kicked in a piece of firewood and asked with her head raised in the rising heat.

"It's okay to not do the thing of dragging the family and running away overnight." Zhou Tan was lying on the roof, bathed in the moonlight of the four fields, his chest was half open, and a line of neck could be seen.

"Zhou Langjun" she began to call him with a southern accent, and she closed her eyes to hear that she was a half-grown girl who grew up in Nanjun, and she even imitated her delicate voice: "Have you ever heard of Bei Chen's fate?" , prosperity and decline."

"The dignity of the emperor, the spirit of killing, doesn't sound like a good thing."

"How can it be a good thing? It's the pain of peeling and cramping, and it's a torture that can't be enjoyed until it's exhausted. I don't want to believe in fate, but I don't know the way to survive. Why don't you try it. If Zhou Langjun is really this variable , it can be regarded as God will take pity on one or two after all."

""Gold and Silver Post"?" Zhou Tan paused for a moment with the jug in his hand.

"The "Gold and Silver Tie" talks about life and death, and the great shaman also calculated that the variables are on the Yanchen River, which should be a glimmer of life."

"Your Excellency dare to participate in such a mess of gambling? A lie may not be the truth. The one in the Zhongzhou Chamber of Commerce is just a fake shell."

"Naturally, the Zhongzhou Chamber of Commerce has plans, but this is the end of the matter." She only responded lightly, and fished out the hot wine from the fire. carbon.

The Zhongzhou Chamber of Commerce made a seven-point fake, and threw out the "Gold and Silver Tie" that no one knew whether it was true or false as a bait, making people panic and fight each other, but the remaining three points may always be true, dark People who are suffering always hope that it is true.

Zhou Tan was a little surprised at this man's frankness, and felt that this northerner's flamboyance was as rare as possible, and he would not speak glibly at all. Bing, on the contrary, violates peace and makes people curious.

What a meadow, to support such strange people.He sucked the spout, thinking silently.

Changzhou is not far from the Jiehe River, and from the posthouse on the mountainside, you can see the boundless sky of the Northland in the distance.

Hundreds of thousands of blue curtains that are easy to move are set up in the north of the Jiehe River, and they are strung together like stars arching the moon in a few days.

The hair is combed according to the spring equinox, and the fresh flowers in Changzhou are not as bright as those in Yujing, but there are always squeezes.Zhou Tan took away the flower garden in front of the post house, disassembled it, picked it up and threw it on the girl's head.

The hairy ball of snow finally gave in and rubbed against his palm, and the fierce horse rolled into a soft pompom under the surprised eyes of the Northland mission.

He sat on the floor with his legs crooked, and the girl in front of his knees looked around in a small mirror, and smiled at the people around him showing off in her hair full of flowers and willows.

He Lianyu cleaned his hands in the corridor, dried them neatly, and smoked the incense, when a man with no discernible appearance rushed into his field of vision.She cupped her palms to wipe, and was speechless for a moment.

On the north-south boundary river, the blood of noble families has been shed, and the people of the rivers and lakes have died. How many people in the dreams of spring girls and gentlemen have bones in bamboos, and they will not return here.

During the Xiping period, the covenant was like a hood reaching to the sky, suppressing the endless flames of war, and human life was always like grass on the plain. After decades of recuperation, the wind of recuperation blew into groups from generation to generation.

There are merchant ships passing by on both sides of the strait, and the cargo roads leading to the north and south are still smooth.The vagrants walked with the cargo ship, and after holding the ship contract, they traveled north and south without any hindrance.

The majesty's tall horse stopped in the afternoon between the green tents. On He Lianyun's shoulder was a snow-like sea dongqing. His right shoulder with a gold title.

He paced along the boundary river, with a long saber hanging from his waist, and the carriage on the south bank moved forward slowly. Pingliang Hou got off his horse and bowed to him. , shadowy shadows of people.

He Lianyun gestured through this layer of mist, and he was actually a very well-behaved Nanjun aristocratic family ceremony.

Zhou Tan looked at him silently, hiding the silver dagger under his sleeve, but his mind was first confused by the complete and well-regulated etiquette.

He raised his hand feeling weird, and after picking his knuckles and wiggling them a few times, he remembered how to return the gift.

This person has a lot of miscellaneous knowledge, so he figured it out first.

The author says:

3/3 of the first week, thanks.