Aoyama

Six characters, one piece of paper.How could Han Shui have expected that the empress had teased Fengyun for 20 years, and at the end of the day, she made a big joke with the world.

At night, Yinyue Street is very lively, like a cloud of poetry, with bright lights shining on the blue clouds, and there are many red-sleeved guests.Han Shui and his party of four bid farewell to Mr. Han Yu, dressed in plain shirts, and went to Sijifang, the most popular place among the Eighteen Jialefang.

Dongqing has always been expressionless: "There are many people in Sijifang, and many people listen to "Painting Jiangshan". What does Su Mu mean?" Meng Huai was beside him, keeping a distance of one foot: "Listen to the music. That's right, I like Xiling tune."

Qi Lin walked in front, turned around and said with a smile: "I never thought that Mr. Han Yu and Su Mu would go to the place of fireworks." Han Shui said lightly: "Whoever he is, the past is in the past."

The place of fireworks, to put it bluntly, is a brothel, red lanterns and purple screens, everywhere.In Lin'an, the four of them had long been accustomed to seeing the wind, the snow and the moon, and this time they were walking in casual clothes again, so it didn't matter to them.

Until the door, Hua Niang pulls someone, Qi Lin smiles and blocks it, and turns around to see the three people frozen in place, their faces are ashen, and they can't even move.Qi Lin: "What's going on?"

A three-foot-long and seven-foot-wide red-lacquered plaque was placed across the front of the door lintel of Sijifang, with four large characters in gold powder and silver hooks painted on iron.

The first emperor is here.

Leng Jian fell to the ground with a "bang", Dongqing frowned and her chest heaved violently.Han Shui: "Who is so presumptuous?!" Qi Lin remained calm, and asked Hua Niang, "What do these four words mean?"

Comparing with the four of them, the guest officials who entered and exited the street were all flushed, happy and without any hesitation, as if this signboard had been hanging here for hundreds of years.

Hua Niang smiled charmingly: "The guest officer is a foreigner. This is the signboard of our Four Seasons Square. It is hung at night and accepted during the day." Qi Lin: "The first emperor has passed away. If so, the government doesn't care?" Seeing this, Hua Niang, She rolled her eyes and went to flirt elsewhere.

Han Shui settled down, bent down to pick up the sword, handed it back to Dongqing, and said calmly, "Let's go in and see what's going on before making a judgment."

There were people coming and going in the flower hall, the bustard looked up and down at the four foreigners, and smiled, showing her golden teeth: "The teahouses are full, how about sitting in the pavilion in the back garden?"

Beside the pavilion, a pool of spring water reflects the bright moon, and the sound of Xiling pipa faintly comes from various rooms, overlapping and mixed.The old bustard greeted a few women to serve tea: "A small place is not afraid of jokes, it's better to listen to music if you want to have fun."

Han Shui said: "Listen to "Painting Rivers and Mountains." The old bustard smiled: "All the girls here know this song." Qi Lin said: "Then I want the Tianzi head card."

The old bustard's eyes lit up: "Miss Xing'er?" Han Shui: "Who?!" Dongqing immediately clenched her fists, her face was sweating: "What do you mean here?"

Xing'er is the name used by Princess Qingyang when she was having fun with the people in Yinyue Street, but the old bustard didn't seem to know it, and said with a smile: "A girl is a performer but not herself, a daughter of a song is hard to find."

As in a dream.

Qi Lin was spinning the white porcelain cup in his hand, and said, "Let her come, and it won't be a problem for me to pay ten thousand gold." Han Shui: "Qi Lin?" Qi Lin's eyes were firm: "It doesn't matter."

The golden bell rang, the red incense was burned out, and she came in a colorful gauze dress and a veil, gracefully.The woman raised her skirt leisurely and sat in front of the Gu Yinqin.A song "Painting Rivers and Mountains" tells about the vicissitudes of the situation.Han Shui listened silently, speechless.

Because he had asked about Jin Nian, he had already guessed that Empress Yun Binghuo was not dead, but now he is listening to the piano sound of this young girl, it is beautiful, but it is also less hostile.

After playing, the woman bowed and saluted, quietly waiting for the reward.Qi Lin paused every word: "Take off the veil and let the Lord take a look." The woman trembled, with a thousand charms, but she responded.

Qi Lin sneered, suddenly picked up the cup, and smashed it in front of the woman: "A piece of gold? A decree to abandon loyalty? Throwing everything is a joke?"

The wind wrinkled the spring water in the pond, Dongqing woke up suddenly, and scolded: "Qi Lin, you are presumptuous." Just as Meng Huai was about to draw his sword, Meng Huai pulled him back.

The woman sighed, holding the qin with her hands, and knelt down slowly.Fog formed in Han Shui's eyes, and he said with a sad smile, "Your Majesty? Why bother?!"

In desperation, the old bustard rushed over, bent down, and apologized with a smile: "I'm sorry, sir, I'm sorry." Saying this, she tore off Miss Xing'er's veil.

Everyone was stunned—the face under the veil was so beautiful that it was as beautiful as a country and a city, but it was far from that person.

The old bustard explained: "There are no rules in a small place. The signboard is still hung by the owner. It is good to hang up the business." Dongqing: "Who is your owner? Are you afraid of causing death?" The old bust said sullenly: "You are asking ..."

The home of the Xilin City Lord naturally does not refer to the newly appointed state official, but the Xiao family.Although the old bustard hesitated and refused to speak, Han Shui immediately understood a little bit.

The place is small, the sky is high and the emperor is far away. If it is true that the Xiao family is still haunted, and this shocking plaque is placed on Yinyue Street, the government will not intervene, nor can it intervene.

a joke.

Han Shui consciously sarcastically said, "It's true that the dead haunt the living." Qi Lin coughed and said, "In this case, the governor must stay for a few more years to rectify the people's customs." Han Shui was not in the mood to drink tea again, got up and said, "This signboard, It doesn't matter." He shook his sleeves and walked away.

At this time, the sky was lightly raining, and the calm surface of the pool was rippling. A few people passed through the [-]% off gallery, their spirits languishing.Qi Lin looked at the paintings one by one, and persuaded: "It's still Lin'an with the bustling fireworks, Qingyan, after returning..."

But I saw a pair of people coming towards me from the corridor.

Han Shui stopped, and the phoenix pupils became turbulent again.

The woman is masked, wearing a lilac silk gown, holding a handful of books in her arms, with flowing hair.The man carried a basket on his back, and held an oiled paper umbrella in his hand, the tip of which was dripping with water.

Such temperament and charm can be recognized at a glance even if they don't wear fancy clothes or crowns, and they will never be wrong——Empress Yun Bing, Zhongshu Chu Rong.

After a thousand turns and turns, I didn't intend to find the front, but I had a good time, a monarch and ministers, a life and death, but it was really in such a gorgeous place, the reunion, the clouds are calm and the wind is breezy.

Yun Bing smiled, brushed her rain-soaked hair by her shoulders, and walked slowly: "It's better to hurry up, I don't know how many of you came here for my sign, have you ever spent money?"

Qi Lin pressed his palm on the landscape painting, and smiled coquettishly: "One thousand gold is worth a hundred taels of silver, Qi doesn't like to owe debts, and even those in the past have been settled."

Dongqing's voice trembled, and she almost wanted to kowtow: "Your Majesty?! Master Chu?!" Yun Bing said, "People outside the world don't need to be polite." American text.

Chu Rong sighed and bent down to pick it up: "I have been the emperor for several years, but in the end I can't hold a few books. Don't be offended, gentlemen."

Han Shui's heart is like still water, he has neither love nor hatred, and was about to squat down to help, a jade hand lifted his arm through his sleeve.Yun Bing's bright eyes streamed, and she asked sweetly: "Xuan Yi now knows that it's not easy to be a king, can't you hate to kill, can't love to reward?"

Han Shui's heart suddenly felt sour.Yun Bing said: "Life and death are the way to defend the country. I don't regret what I did in the past, but I just lost."

Qi Lin calmly pulled Han Shui back to him: "What's the meaning of that four-character signboard?" Chu Rong saluted: "The word is inscribed by my father, even if there is a storm, it can't be worth a 'first'. Those who created the world will pass away.” Qi Lin: “Don’t be pedantic.”

Yun Bing took the book from Chu Rong, put it in his bosom, and changed the subject: "Qihou, what I mean is to let you take care of your nephew, whether you recognize this relative or not, Ling'er, he is your nephew." Nephew." Qi Lin smiled.

A landscape gallery, meandering under the moon.

The rain gathers into bead curtains and drips down the eaves.

Chu Rong put down the bamboo basket and paper umbrella, and led the others to the front hall of Sijifang, leaving Yun Bing and Han Shui alone.

Yun Bing looked at the hazy spring mist outside the corridor, for a long time, his eyes were a little moist: "How is Ling'er? Did you ask me?" Han Shui sat down leaning on the pillar of the corridor, calmly said: "I have asked, and I have no answer. wrong."

Yu fell into the corner of his eyes, Yun Bing took a deep breath, his hands were shaking, and he handed over the Fire Phoenix Huasheng: "You bring this to him, he made a snowman... Also, can I go back and have a look at him in the future? ?”

Han Shui accepted the jewelry, and replied: "No." Yun Bing smiled bitterly, and the color of his lilac clothes turned gray, and he turned his back: "I will only have him in my life."

Han Shui smiled, put his clean and white hand on her shoulder, and said softly, "Life and death are the way of defending the country, and you are not right about people. If you dare to take a step out of Xilin City in this life, I will Then, let you die."

Before boarding the carriage leaving Xiling Road, Han Shui looked back - that city, there are love and hate, cold and warm.

Half a month later, the group returned to Lin'an.Han Shui was lying in the carriage, suddenly felt that the road was much softer, and asked: "Where are you?" Qi Lin woke up from a nap, and opened the curtain to look: "By the Jinjiang River."

Han Shui poked Qi Lin's leg: "I want to get out of the car." Qi Lin's face sank: "I'm holding back my urine, go to the city..." Han Shui: "Master." Qi Lin said with a smile: "Okay, I will Don't step on the mud with your back."

Haohao Jinjiang.

Qi Lin could completely let the guards do it for him, but in order to please Mr. Xuan Yi, he personally carried him on a stone by the river: "Xuan Yi, the Ministry of Industry has something to ask for."

Han Shui put on his mask, took out the Fire Phoenix Huasheng in his sleeve pocket, and played with it for a while.Qi Lin pushed forward: "Xuan Yi?" Han Shui smiled, waving his sleeves in the air, and threw the priceless jewelry into the river.

Qi Lin: "This is not that..." Han Shui: "Why do you want to ask for an order?" Qi Lin's star eyes rolled: "The Ministry of Industry asked for an order to rebuild the Spiritual Light Altar, but it will no longer be used for wartime, as..."

Han Shui said with a warm smile, "OK."

The author has something to say:

Thanks for accompanying me all the way.Well, in the next few chapters, Han Shui and Qi Lin will get tired of each other~~~ Self-healing~

Empress: Happy 520, little angels~~

The stupid author has opened a new article, Jun Shou, after careful preparation for a while, it will not be abused, and the little angels are welcome to accept it in advance~