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——Clothed in red and hung with green slim chess——

Watching the moon and the scenery is a romantic thing, but when the shoulders are stiff and the feet are numb, it is inevitable to have some regrets.

Zhou Tan dragged his legs to get up, but tripped over the cloak that was spread on the ground and half fell.Her shoulders and back were so cramped that she couldn't straighten up, and even her right leg seemed to have been picked up on the road and had just been placed on it, and there was no strength in any part of her body.He grabbed the railing and jumped all the way, a handful of white clothes swaying in the wind.

Seven volumes and eight volumes of the secret letter were taken by him, and the fragrant and precious paper pages did not even leave a whole body.

"Song Wenjing dared to do such dirty things under the eyes of the government, someone must have opened the way." Zhou Tan grabbed the sleeves of the people around him, and finally stabilized himself on the verge of falling.

Changzhou Lu family, He Lianyun thought about this door again and again.

Changzhou land, where the arrow is cast, is often talked about in the north.There are not too few famous generals in the world, and the most numerous are the first and last names of the Lu family.

It's just that a hard bone is poked high, it must always be eye-catching, and it must always be beaten in bits and pieces.

No matter how naive and pure-minded, I also understand that the relationship between the monarch and the emperor is a joke, and I can't believe it after listening to it.

Yan Chenhe's willow color scratched people's bones, the old general took off his armor, turned his hoe back to Changzhou, and didn't look back at all.

The chrysanthemum garden in Changzhou was ordered by him from the east to the west. Most of Yao, Huang, Wei and Zi died, and they happily left the chrysanthemum garden for the orange orchard.

In Changzhou in early spring, it was so cold that people shook the trees, and the green oranges that had been squeezed out were bitter like tears.

Song Qinghe rolled up her sleeves and went to the kitchen, laughing and joking as she passed by.The undressed men and women exchanged smoke and soil between their lips and tongues, and the saliva was mixed with debris. She closed her eyes for a third of her eyes, and only turned her head to continue walking, leaving behind all the loud voices.

"Yu Gu..." Rolling up the window sash, she called out to the hunched back in the stove, "Do you have some cherries from Southern Land?"

"Of course there is." The figure walked out deeply and shallowly, with half a trace of soot on the slightly wrinkled face.

She pushed half a basket of cherries moistened with water, and Kodan faintly fell on her fingers, mottled and mottled without the old color.

The person who took the basket thanked him softly, then glanced over the door frame and looked back: "Yugu, do you want to go with me?"

Yu Xiao only shook his head slowly, and brushed her sleeves wearily: "Girl, let's go, don't look back."

The gentleman is affectionate, she looks at the figure who has gone far away and thinks, how long can this extra affection last?

Ben is always a concubine, not a wife, and a concubine is a temporary thing in the palm of his hand, so there is no such thing as forever.

Hearing the faint human voice, the Bodhisattva pulled himself out of the shadows. He was like a pine ink splashed into the shadows. Even if he got close, he couldn't tell whether this wall was a wall or a person. Song Qinghe suddenly saw a person coming from the wall. Jumping down from the middle, he was so startled that he turned his back up, his willow eyebrows flew sideways and stood upside down, and the soles of his feet were slipping and trying to crash into the river.

The scout rushed over the fence and took away the food box: "Girl, just let go." He stabilized the box with one hand, then hurriedly grabbed her waist, and pulled her back from the side of the swaying railing through the sleeve.

Across the door and the bead curtain, a couple leaned sideways in front of the table.

Zhou Tan leaned over the table, half of his arms were pillowed under his side face, and his hands were hanging under the table, holding the smoking stove in both hands.

The scout who crashed into the door probed in bewilderment, broke the privacy and was shocked, and hurriedly stepped on the green skirt of the girl behind him.

The continuous noise broke the silence of the hall, He Lianyun only moved his eyes to scan, and his right arm was still firmly placed.

Song Qinghe spread the table with a chuckle, and sat down lightly.She recognized the lord of the Beidi in a moment, but she was so steady that the pearl hairpin on her forehead never trembled: "Mr. Zhou always likes to go to Langyufang. I thought we might run into each other someday, but in the end, I never thought that if you don’t look at the jade stones all over the street, you’d go to a small shop to find fried cherries.”

She glanced at He Lianyun vaguely, seeing the man's relaxed expression, she was finally half-distracted.

It seems to be the instinct to be sour and sweet, Zhou Tan stirred the flesh, and even opened his eyelashes a little slowly: "If Song Wenjing is driven by that person, I'm afraid Mr. Song will not be safe."

"That guy Song Wenjing has a big heart, but his head is just an empty gourd. My cousin is considered promising among the imperial students, and he can talk at home, so he can't move it for the time being. It's just the one in the palace. General Lu Family?"

Song Qinghe poured tea with open hands: "If you have troubles on the Yuchuan River, Mr. Lu, not to mention that the Lu family will suffer in the open, the north-south border river may not be able to flow steadily."

"If the arrow from Changzhou hurts me, the Lu family and the Zhou family may have to fight. My uncle, thinking about the agreement between the north and the south, is always reluctant to let me die."

He opened his lips to suck, and a line of red was soaked on his thin lips: "Sitting in the palace and watching tigers fight is better than the playbook on the wall."

And this land sailing, although it is difficult and dangerous, is better than the emperor's heart.

It had just rained in the Yujing Palace, the flowers and leaves were falling mournfully, and "Da Jinzhi" was sung on the stage.

Zhou Jintu snuggled up to the golden thread cloak, seemed to be getting excited when she heard it, a jade ruyi was stuffed into her fingertips without a sound, and pressed against her blood-stained palm.

The seven or eight-year-old only son of nobleman Lihua passed by with a small silk, and Tong Yan Tong Yu recited unscrupulously: "With me here, no one will dare to treat the princess sister like this in the future."

Covering her scarf, she laughed tremblingly, and even the half moonbead under her ear almost fell to the ground: "Ninth Prince, save yourself."

The innocent beauty's smile always seems to be thin, and this beauty's half-skinned smile was thrown off wildly, and it was a bit like a crabapple parked in the palace, its brilliance could not be concealed even if it was rotten.

Lu Chengyan looked at her from afar with a calm expression.

The marriage contract of the family, the dice of the father's generation, the chess of the emperor, there are only a lot of rumors in the capital.Zhou Langjun stepped to the north, and the name of the princess began to roll left and right in the wind and waves of Gaomen, like a slim chess piece in red and green.

A lonely girl from a high family, whoever gets her hand, is broken by whomever, puts golden branches and jade leaves in someone's yard for decoration, and can play several rounds in full swing in the gambling house.

The wind on the gambling table is changing day by day, but in recent days, it has become a matter of affairs between General Hussars and Princess Qinghe, whether it is the meeting of the willows on the moon, or the monarch's order for life.

Lu Chengyan closed the street story book, put on his clothes and walked towards Yange under the suspicious eyes of the street vendor. The Yange occupies two streets to itself, and the vermilion lacquered pillars are only one or two points shorter than the imperial palace.

He bypassed the main entrance, circled all the way along the backyard, and quietly broke into the courtyard with hot spring smoke.

Half of his foot was on the threshold, but he leaned against the door and couldn't get in. He was stepping on the mud of the soles of his boots on the big lacquered threshold, and his waist got caught and he staggered.

Shang Yanzhi leaned over to look at him, his hair was still flowing, and even his jacket was open.The unrestrained desire mixed with the snort that was close at hand rushed to the person's head and face, even a little choking.

Behind the curtain, the businessman, who was calculating and scheming, stood up straight and was about to overwhelm the general by a few percentage points.

He rubbed his shoulder with one hand and squeezed his throat again, his voice was extremely low: "You dare."

Lu Chengyan was picked up, and the heavy body that was still in Jiayi was lifted with plenty of leeway.

He didn't intend to dodge, and he knew he couldn't dodge, Shang Yanzhi opened his fox eyes and looked up at him, floating up with a little tenderness, breaking a pool of calculating color, but the strength in his hands didn't decrease at all.

He lowered his head silently, his un-crowned temple hair drooped a bit, sweeping across his face like crow-black feathers, like pouring oil on the fire.

The two pairs of eyes met for a moment, Lu Chengyan slightly staggered: "You should go to the logistics department to lift the car, you shouldn't be here, selling your Jinyunanhong."

"The general is willing to sit, so he will naturally lift it."

Shang Yanzhi led the people to walk behind the screen, a white jade wall stood behind, Yuchuan's brittle white jade was piled up like a wall, almost reaching the beams of the house, white flowers swaying together, carved with some patterns.

The person was pushed in, and the exposed chest and abdomen trembled in the white jade, holding two faint red beads.

Lu Chengyan put his back against the jade-covered wall, his back felt chilly.Gravity makes people suffer, but the pain is accompanied by a rare looseness.

A line of throat is always scattered without warning, the breath is entwined with the nose, the mind is confused, and the four opposite eyes are full of burning, like a cup of wine that is about to burn.

Chunjiang Huayue smelled a little wet, and a series of drops of water slid down the merchant's forehead and fell into the slowly colliding nose tip.

It is a rare lingering in confrontation.

But the general suffered from a habitual disease before the battle, and he wanted to trample on the gentleness of this half moment, and fought for superiority without knowing the severity.

He stood on tiptoe, pre-emptively catching that thin lip that was suddenly far and near.After walking halfway, he counterattacked suddenly, dropped his helmet and armor for a while, and even the tip of his nose was sour.

The fire burned from the bottom up, and the friction began to be seamless.

"I want to send Chengzhi back to Changzhou." Lu Chengyan whispered intermittently between lips and teeth, and the next moment he was frowned by the pain on the tip of his tongue.

"General Lu..." Shang Yanzhi broke off the half-hanging waist armor, and the pig iron of Donghai was in his palm like a light thing that could not protect the master. Soft, jerky and tight: "It's cruel enough."

Heartless enough to go to this single-knife meeting alone, I want to float in this city like a kite with a broken string.He picked up the button and twisted it around a few times, then threw it away and buried it with all his strength, with an indistinct anger mixed with hatred.

The armor is a shell facing others, it has been peeled off and split in two, the body inside is rolling like boiling water.

The boiling water was pushed by him and handled by him, lying open, but not open.It's like guarding the Taoist gate and also guarding the Taoist heart defense. The fire burns fiercely during the friction, and there is always a thread of reason that is tense.

Shang Yanzhi leaned on it, slowly looking into the sweat-drenched temple hair of the person on the couch, then brushed it fiercely, and finally touched his forehead with unspeakable complicated thoughts.

Forget it, he thought in another round of silent but eager see-saw, always follow him.The palm of his hand was on his shoulder, and he never let it go despite being extremely tired, like catching a piece of driftwood.

Zhou Tan, who landed on the shore, couldn't straighten his legs, and in the eyes of Marquis Pingliang, it became another undeniable story.

Stories that were both true and false spread quickly, and He Lianyu, who was talking nonsense, was chased away by him again with a long stick.

The fighting in the North has stopped for a long time, and the rumors of "Jianping Liangzhou" have been forgotten for a long time.

Liangzhou is bustling with flesh and blood, changing its make-up. Once the spring breeze passes, everything is new.

It was common for chickens and dogs to jump around in the post house, He Lianyun stood on the porch, fiddled with the unopened mansion newspaper.

I could only hear people calling and horses calling, the courtyard was not narrow but never wide, and polo players bumped into people on their backs in tight turns.

Zhou Tan rides a pony, and the proud white horse has refused to be ridden by anyone so far, but still has to roll around around people every day, Zhou Tan's greed makes Zhou Tan feel resentful.

The horse is short but the man is tall, Caizhu was beaten and scattered in all directions, and a scene of soldiers and horses can be seen outside the wall.

He Lianyu's hand grasping the knife couldn't handle the thin and narrow painting stick, so he swung it like rolling out dough.Zhou Tan held his saber as a club, and the tassel of the sword trembled.

The tip of the sword collided with the wooden stick, and it was split at the touch.The two horses jumped slowly and stopped slowly.

Not long after, the Marquis of Pingliang and his horse were thrown out of the door. Zhou Tan tied up his hair and squatted back on the box. He rummaged through the box he had brought all the way, but he didn't seem to find any new interesting stories. Drop it casually.

He raised his face to look at people again: "There must be something new in Liangzhou City, let's go to the street and have a look?"

"it is good."

The author says:

Thank you and look forward to it.