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——like going to a market in a coffin——

In Yizhuang, there are coffins stacked on top of each other, and women's incense is placed in the pile of carrion, giving off a strange and rotten smell.

Song Qinghe stepped on a pool of blood and did not move. The stockings embroidered with gold silk were already stained red.

So she bowed down and tore off the stockings, threw her hands into a ball, and walked all the way stepping on the blood without avoiding it.

The narrow ankles seemed to have been covered with bright powder, and the two inch-sized jade-colored pieces were very dazzling in the red ground.

"Lang Jun, please come in and talk." The feet stopped at the bottom of the steps, sticky and slippery.

Two white lanterns landed in front of the door, half broken in the wind.Mr. Lang, who came all the way under the moonlight, put his disgust on his face bluntly, and Zhou Tan stood sideways: "It's better to talk here, blood is always unnecessary."

She laughed softly: "The dead are better than the living."

The red-clothed ghost girl and the white-faced lamp girl were either standing or sitting, and everyone was silent, so deadly still that only the sound of the wind in the cracks of the coffin could be heard, which seemed to be mixed with other sounds, small pieces, It was as if someone was pulling a broken saw and singing a mourning song.

"Don't blame me, sir. I know people and faces but don't know my heart. Although I admire the princess, I don't dare to show you my cards hastily."

She no longer stepped forward, the black-clothed corpse fell on the side of her skirt, the head was mashed by shallow stab wounds, and half of the tip of the nose was cut off.

The person who attacked was obviously not strong enough, Zhou Tan looked at her with a fan, and the knife was not good, he continued to think, but it was ruthless enough.

"Dare to kill." He finally said, seemingly a little surprised.

"This concubine has a willow body." Song Qinghe squeezed her throat intentionally, and the sentence was read like a flowery poem, and she lingered in her ears sadly: "If you don't become cruel, how can you survive?"

"But it's not just you." Zhou Tan withdrew his eyes from the corpse, staring at Song Qinghe, whose skirt was half off, beating the folding fan slowly in his hand: "If I refuse to go to that teahouse today, or is it If you refuse to go up the mountain to explore, what do you want?"

"Scouts." She said softly, raising her sharp slapped face, which at first glance was quite pitiful and painful: "Your Majesty has countless scouts, and they will always pass this piece of information on the desk. Seeing that you are very important, you should have some eyeliner in the golden tent. What's more, that gentleman named Bodhisattva is also a bodhisattva."

"Since you are a relative of Mr. Song, you can have some favor with me, and you can gamble like this."

Zhou Tan took the sleeve of the person beside him, exerted his strength lightly, and answered her lazily, mixed with a few sighs.

"I naturally believe in the name of a gentleman, but the world is in a state of panic, who dares to call it a rock."

Song Qinghe looked at him, and the clouds in his eyes gradually rose again, forming a mist covered with rain: "I can't even trust my dearest relatives, how dare I risk my life to gamble the world?"

The ghost girl dragged her red gauze dress and came closer. She plucked off her temple hair, but the top of her head was smooth and clean with ring scars.She held out the medicine jar and handed it to Zhou Tan with her head down.

"Lang Jun shouldn't be defenseless, and he shouldn't be greedy for that sweet and sour taste."

Zhou Tan smiled and went to open the small celadon jar, smelling the smell, his eyes were not moved: "'Chuntingyue', the taste is a bit sour.I prefer the "Shake Fragrant Mash", which tastes like alcohol and can sleep well at night. "

The world is so poisonous, when it comes to his mouth, it turns like a few unsatisfactory dishes, and he has to be extremely picky and carefully evaluate one or two, either too sour or too sweet, the antidote rolls lightly on his palm, and finally simply slips off Mudroom.

"What's the matter?" He Lianyun finally stepped forward, stepped on the medicine bottle with his combat boots, and crushed it vigorously.

He looked indifferently at Song Qinghe whose mind was beginning to drift away.Zhou Tan was held behind him in vain, and in the eyes of the opposite person, he became a sincere protection.

She first smiled half-sadly and half-happyly, and bowed her five fingers to salute. Her fingertips brushed her temple hair, which was still stained with blood that hadn't been washed off: "Please sir, come and see."

This gate is like the gate of the underworld, with ghosts crying and people screaming all the way, and gods neither listen to Buddha nor respond.A river of blood in the courtyard seemed to be a river of water without a bridge. Zhou Tan looked at the splashing red and lowered his eyes hesitantly, but was held by someone at the waist and jumped up. Jun's head directly touched the falling door rail, almost making a few noises.

Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi's body bones, in the eyes, are all kinds of handsome, but the gate bar must be higher, and Zhou Tan is full of inappropriate calculations.

There are still coffins, black ones and red ones placed on the floor.Mosquitoes and flies came looking for the smell, but were turned back by the rare and clear smell of medicine in the room.

There was a bedding on the ground next to the dead man, and the immature girl held up the coffin board above her head, and ran towards Song Qinghe like a deer: "Sister Song is back." She called softly, stepping on the bloody ground without looking back.

He Lianyun used a knife to pry open the coffin, and the inside looked like a market.

The girls crowded together in a cage like chickens and ducks. On their foreheads, ears or toes, they were all hung with precious gold beads and gold chains. They were fastened so tightly that it was almost suffocating to watch.

Someone huddled to protect the young girl in his arms, the smell was messy like the condiment of bacon, and they came to ride on the human face again.

"Song Wenjing, how dare you keep you." Zhou Tan looked sideways at Song Qinghe, not knowing whether to praise her madly, or laugh at her leaving traces of wild geese, blood dripping all over the snow.

Selling dead things is still a gold rush on the dead end, and people are busy trying to silence people who come across them, let alone using live animals as goods, stuffing trucks and boats.

"He put poison on the family banquet, and transported me to Liangzhou Huafang. Fortunately, Yugu has some antidote. I survived the catastrophe, and I will kick his dirty chess basket. Besides, this matter has something to do with Mr. , Your Majesty should go up and listen to it."

She took advantage of the half-moonlight that fell into the room and looked back: "Dare to ask my husband, but was he born in the misty moon?"

Nanjun's calendar is very mixed. There are official calendars in the palace, but the folks have their own teachings.

In the city of Yujing, there is a moment and a scene. The beginning of spring is called the misty moon, the end of spring is called the peach moon, the summer is called the lotus moon, and in autumn, when the night is long, it is called the long moon, and in winter, it is called the frost moon.

He yelled in bits and pieces for a long time, and it caught his ears. Even the aristocratic family didn't pay much attention to counting birthdays like this.

"At the turn of frost and mist, a body of thin gold, that's what it says in the "Gold and Silver Tie." She poked the charcoal and stared at Zhou Tan: "These little ladies, their birthdays can't be missed by a few days, even the eight characters You have to be very close. I guess, the horoscope of Lang Jun's birthday is also very similar."

Zhou Tan thought it was absurd for a moment, and even wanted to knock open the heads of other people to see what happened: "The "Gold and Silver Tie" is just a calligraphy post from the previous dynasty, and it doesn't even pay attention to calligraphy, so why is it so?"

"If you don't believe in yourself, you believe in heaven. Song Wenjing is sick, and he ate pangolins from the Zihe cart, but he wanted to pick up some soup from the meat soup of the palace. Besides, he is half a master in Changzhou Mansion. This is the one who put the shackles on the Lu family."

The king is a boat on the water, always in the rippling warm water, thinking of eternal life, regardless of what is dragged under the water, which is a mountain of bones and flesh.

But even if this bone is half broken, it can also stir up some wind and waves, making him bump to the point where he can't control himself.

The window was opened in the smoke pavilion, and the sticky water vapor dissipated a little, and the surging spring tide stopped for a long time, but the lingering feeling was still there.

Shang Yanzhi tilted his head while coiling the jade string, the person on the couch was not sleeping soundly, his brows and eyes were wrinkled, and his weak knuckles were still stretched indomitably, reminiscent of the strength when he grabbed his back.

Willing to be contemptuous.He gritted his teeth and thought, this man is a good man who eats the king's salary and is loyal to the king. His job has been smashed, and he still keeps talking about the long-forgotten family character.

Lu Chengyan woke up late, the quilt on the couch was as sticky as if it had been fished out of water, and his neck hurt like it had been cut open.

He leaned over and said nothing, the back of his neck was slowly wrapped in a thick coat, which at least covered the intertwined shallow marks and desires.

"Rebellious officials and thieves." He propped himself up and scolded the visitor, but his words were light and a little vain.

Shang Yanzhi didn't respond, he opened the smoker with his robes loose, took a gold skewer to pick out the incense sticks that had been burning for a while, and then put down the half-drinked cup in front of the couch, the new tea was floating in the cup, The first thing that comes up is still the smell of money, spending a lot of money to please others.

The flowers and the moon in the spring river burn neither thickly nor lightly. In the hands of this fastidious person, there are finally some famous ones worthy of the name.

Sniffing carefully, it is not the late spring flowers and moonlit night that everyone is pursuing in the rumors, but rather light and cold, like a river in early spring, reflecting half a thinning cold moon.

Lu Chengyan hooked the jade cup on one side to pour it into his hoarse throat. The new tea is always fine, and even the buds and leaves are exquisitely moist.

Yuxiao pulled the mustache in her bosom, divided it into thin strips and handed it to the girls who were sitting around, and the young one got two extra red cherries, which she couldn't bear to look at in her hand.

"People in the officialdom, how could they be complete idiots? They are nothing more than two taels of skin and flesh. They are just goods. If they are real, they will make money. If they are fake, they will not lose money. What a good deal. Mr. himself, no, it's like this Doomed?"

Song Qinghe pushed the pancake away with a wave of his hand, and passed it to the youngest girl: "It's just that Mr. Lang is a Bodhisattva invited back, not a cheap pearl."

Zhou Tan turned his eyes to look at the majesty beside him, He Lianyun was silent for a moment, seemingly in a daze.

He hung down his fan and hooked his fingers, flirtatiously, until the man raised his eyes to look at him.

"It happened tonight, I just want to ask my husband to save the lives of these girls. I would like to drive for my husband to break Song Wenjing's situation."

"There are many people who want to kill me in Yujing City. Your chips are not attractive."

"I also have eyeliner in the palace, which is enough to keep the princess safe, is your wish?"

Zhou Tan turned his head and looked at her: "It's not too little to know."

"The words in the "Gold and Silver Tie" are obscure. Although this thin gold body is called the gate of longevity, it is not clear what purpose it is used for. It is always a good thing for the princess to go to danger alone. People, cut them open and swallowed them alive."

"People say that every elm in the Song family in Dongzhou has pimples, and their heads don't turn when they are opened. The girl is fine, better than Mr. Song." Zhou Tan lit a candle, and praised her instead.

The old drama in Yujing City is still going on, and the enthusiasm of Tai students is always inexplicably stronger than others.

Song Qingwen shrank strangely in the cold wind for a moment, then straightened up again.He was neatly dressed in white, holding a jade wat in his hand, and poked it like a steel nail outside the palace gate.

A servant hurried past and said: "Your Majesty will not see anyone today, Shang Shulang should go back earlier."

In his rascally broken text, he hurried away, and secretly scolded: "You're so stubborn."

Yumu's head began to read from the Four Books and Five Classics, and after reading for a long time, someone came forward to serve him with tea.

The palace gate in front of him was tightly closed, and the sunlight above his head was only a few inches.

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