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The moment Cheng Junyu closed the door, Duan Mingyu sighed inexplicably, life is always speechless.

After returning to the hall, Wan Yanyan was still lying on the wine table, and she passed out deeply drunk. Duan Mingyu shouted: "Ahem, why are you pretending, you are a fool for your husband!"

"Ahem, the weather is really nice tonight." Wan Yanyan stretched her waist in embarrassment and said, "Officer, do you really mean nothing to Sister Junyu? I can tell that Sister Junyu is sincere. I like you, officer!"

"Let's talk about this matter later. If it's really destined, it won't be too long. At present, there are too many affairs in Songzhou, and Songzhou is too dangerous. If something goes wrong, it will be swallowed up by the warlords." , if I have a good or bad idea, wouldn't it be a mistake for someone." Duan Mingyu said solemnly.

"Oh, well, everything is up to the officials." Wan Yanyan said.

"Come on, lady, I will carry you back for my husband." Duan Mingyu said softly.

Wan Yanyan also leaned on Duan Mingyu's back, and when she walked to the door, Duan Mingyu suddenly said softly to Wan Yanyan: "Every time I carry you, I feel that I am carrying responsibility! "

Wan Yanyan shyly buried her head on Duan Mingyu's back, only to see Duan Mingyu stop and take a breath: "Responsibility is heavier than Mount Tai!"

Wan Yanyan: "..."

"By the way, Zhaoniang, remember to wash the dishes." The little loli Yang Zhaoniang pursed her lips and muttered to herself, "Why is it me again..."

Then Yang Zhaoniang sneaked up to Wang Aiqing in the back hall and shouted, "Wang Aiqing, brother Mingyu told you to wash the dishes!"

Wang Aiqing tightened her belt and said reluctantly: "Got it!"

Soon, Yang Zhaoniang caught up with Duan Mingyu who was walking slowly, and said to him, "Wang Aiqing said he was doing the dishes!"

In Songzhou, along the way, there are houses and fields everywhere, and chickens and dogs are heard, and the closer to Songzhou, the wider the road is, and there is a drainage ditch built with bricks and stones, and it is said that lotus is planted in it. Although the season is not right and no lotus is seen, the peaches, plums, pears, apricots and miscellaneous flowers near the shore are enough to make people imagine that between spring and summer, the beautiful scenery like embroidery can be seen.

On both sides of the official road, there are gardens. Within a hundred miles, there is no idle space. There are whitewashed walls and thin willows everywhere, cornices and heavy pavilions. Shengping is extremely happy...

Even the scholars who have visited the famous mountains and rivers are amazing, not to mention the monk who went out for the first time. On the road, there are two monks on a carriage for tourists. One is quite old and looks like more than 70 years old. One is nearly thirty years old, and the other is Duan Mingyu, Wan Yanyan, and a group of them.

Although the two parties didn't know each other, after some introductions, Duan Mingyu learned that this old monk named Zhiyuan didn't say a word all the way, but just closed his eyes and meditated. Yuan is the old monk who gave the protagonist 30 years of skill in the beginning of the novel, but the old monk was relatively low-key, and it was dark at the time, and he couldn't see Duan Mingyu's appearance clearly, so neither of the two sides recognized the other, and the other young The bald head is not a monk, but an abandoned child accepted by the old monk, called Li Shigang, who is not a monk, and he has never been given a dharma name.

With his bald head, Li Shigang looked here and there like a bumpkin, and after a while he stuck his head out of the carriage, and sighed: "My mother, is this a fairyland!"

The old monk Zhiyuan blushed, and ordered them to keep their eyes on each other and shut up, so as not to embarrass the bald head.

On the wide official road, it is enough to accommodate twenty horse-drawn carriages driving side by side. The bustling crowds are full of horses and horses going from east to west... there are donkey teams carrying round grain bags, and there are teams full of flowers and charcoal. In addition to these products from the suburbs, there are also cloth, silk, tea, pens, inks, paper and inkstones from central Sichuan; wool from the northwest, yellow rice grains from Luo, and fragrant medicines...

And it's not just this road, the same scene is being staged on all the land and water passages leading to Songzhou. Like a blood transfusion, ginger, osmanthus, and grassy valleys from all directions are clothed with silk, mackerel, abalone, and salt. Soy sauce, rice, wheat and miscellaneous grains... everything is there, and it can't be exhausted.

After entering the urban area of ​​Songzhou, Li Shigang saw various shops and stores. The bald man was immediately dazzled. There were many shops, including needle shops, dye shops, toothbrush shops, scalp shops, toothbrushing shops, headscarf shops, medicine shops, Qibao shops, etc. shop, white clothes shop, belt shop, cashmere shop, crown shop, tin shop, light brand shop, ladder silk shoe shop, ribbon knot shop, flower shop, folding fan shop, green grate fan shop... almost every category Commodities are all exclusively sold, and there are a wide variety of them for you to choose from.

In addition, there are medical clinics, cart repairs, fortune-telling, face shaving and plastic surgery, all walks of life, all-encompassing, and there are two or three-story colorful doors at the front of the big shops, hanging colorful and gorgeous decorations. The market is waving banners, attracting people's attention and attracting business. In the street market, there are pedestrians crowding shoulder to shoulder, and there is an endless stream. There are hawkers selling goods, family members in sedan chairs, traveling monks with baskets on their backs, tourists from other places asking for directions, street children who listen to books, wealthy children who drink in restaurants, and disabled old people begging on the edge of the city. ...Men, women, old and young, scholars, farmers, businessmen, teachers and scholars, all gathered on the streets of Kaifeng City, and together they performed a prosperous picture of a peaceful and prosperous age.

Duan Mingyu came to go out and relax. After getting off the carriage, Cheng Zhiyuan, Xie Xianru and the others competed to search their brains and use the most gorgeous rhetoric to describe the scene in front of them. Duan Mingyu coughed and said: "I should write a poem first. Listen well, red crisp hands, yellow vine wine, two orioles singing green willows, outside the long pavilion, by the side of the ancient road, a group of egrets go up to the blue sky, the sky is blue, the wild is vast, a pear tree presses the crabapple, the car rumbles, the horse Xiaoxiao, two The spring breeze of the moon is like scissors!"

Even the bald-headed Li Shigang laughed, Zhiyuan was unmoved, but just took a look at Duan Mingyu.

"Look, officer, this is the Kongming Lantern." Wan Yanyan excitedly took Duan Mingyu's hand.

Duan Mingyu bought it decisively, and put a Kongming lantern on it. After putting the lantern on, Wan Yanyan said that she would make a wish, and put her hands together in a very romantic way, "I hope that the official and I can be together forever", before the words fell, The Kongming lantern fell with a bang...

Duan Mingyu's head was full of black lines, his jaw dropped to the ground in an instant, and he was decisively messed up.

Duan Mingyu gritted her teeth, stomped her feet, and cruelly bought a hundred Kongming lanterns.