Hibiscus Flower West Moon Splendid

Chapter 165: I Kill Hundred Flowers With Flowers (1)
I was about to speak, but found that the black dog was gone. Looking around, the black dog ran into the battlefield without anyone noticing, and was circling around the two terrified war horses.We called for a long time, but it ignored it and just barked at the two war horses.

Hey? !Could it be that it is hungry and wants to eat horse meat?

About 10 minutes later, Lanson and I's jaws dropped.The two tall war horses ran towards us and stopped in front of us, followed by our shiny black little Zhong.

That day, I wiped and wiped my old eye, which was still fairly sighted, and leaned over to identify the breed of Xiaozhong carefully for a long time. Could it be that it is a shepherd dog?

But Ke Lansheng touched Xiao Zhong excitedly, and said loudly: "Madam, Xiao Zhong is indeed a roaring dog."

Xiaozhong barked loudly, as if confirming to us happily: "I am, I am."

With the strength of our feet and the dry food collected from the soldiers, we rushed towards Liangzhou in high spirits.

Although I was very worried about Lu Lun and later the Liaodong prefect at that time, and despised Lan Sheng's move, I never refused, because I was also eager to go to Liangzhou, hoping that the one who would lead the army this time would be the one in my heart. Snow, so I have a chance to see him again.

In the past year of confinement, I occasionally heard the sound of Yuan Feibai's piano. Although I knew he was still alive, but in the underground palace of Gongyue City, his appearance of critical illness really frightened me. I want to confirm him with my own eyes. An Hao, even as one eye.

"In Ruzhou, there is the general name of the Jun family stationed in the four northwestern provinces, and the name of the chief shopkeeper is Jia Shan." I said to Lan Sheng.This person was single-handedly selected by me, and he is quite capable, he can be regarded as my confidant, "Let's just go to Ruzhou, as long as we can find him, we can live and work in peace."

Lan Sheng just said yes to me, and his sweet smile was harmless.

As the road gradually became crowded, Lan Sheng seized every opportunity to strike up a conversation with girls, as if he had never chatted with a woman in his life, and his mouth was filled with a layer of sweet honey: Why is my sister's hair so black? so bright?The younger sister's eyebrows and eyes are so beautiful, even the old ladies in their [-]s and [-]s didn't let go: Madam, you really look like my mother, give me some water.

However, in the end, I still want to thank him for his mouth full of honey. We soon found out that Pan Zhengyue had invaded Liangzhou City, and a large number of court troops who had retreated from Liangzhou poured into the nearby city. Stationed in the nearest Xingzhou and Ruzhou cities.

Of course, those little tricks of the Lan Sheng brothers are nothing compared to the cheap tricks that Duan Yuerong and I used to survive.

So I continued to dedicate the valuable experience that Duan Yuerong and I gained when we fled, "We will be called siblings from now on. I'll go ask the nearest farmer to buy some clothes first."

The so-called buying means stealing clothes hanging on bamboo poles, and then keeping some silver.

Fortunately, the situation was better than we had imagined. People within a radius of ten miles all fled away to avoid the war. We successfully found a house left by a fleeing family, and were pleasantly surprised to get a few sets of semi-old clothes.

Lan Sheng also accidentally found a book long shirt and scarf hat that were still considered almost new.

I changed into a man's soap-colored underwear, tied my chest and put it on, and then found a scarf, tried facing the water tank for a long time, and finally decided to cover the left eye obliquely.

Well, it's kind of like Pirates of the Caribbean.

When I walked into the yard, Lan Sheng was proudly asking Xiao Zhong: "How is it, Xiao Zhong, is it good-looking?"

I doubt that Xiao Zhong can distinguish the beauty and ugliness of human beings, but at that time Xiao Zhong really surrounded Lan Sheng and shouted for joy.

Lan Sheng straightened up towards me, and turned around cheerfully, "Ma'am, uh, sister, Lan Sheng has never worn such fine folk clothes."

The last ray of sunlight in the sky shone on his elegant body, and his watery peach-blossom eyes gleamed with a strange wild and agile vigor towards me.

I couldn't help but stood there in a daze, not wanting him to look so good-looking in lay clothes.

As a result, Lu Lun's identity document was useless at all.Because there is a wave of refugees everywhere, we easily followed the fleeing people and entered Ruzhou territory, but we didn't dare to get too close, because when the hungry crowd saw Xiao Zhong and the two healthy horses, their eyes widened. red.

The next day, Lan Sheng and I led our horses to a ruined temple to rest.

At night, I was surprised to find that the night market in Ruzhou city on the other side of the river was boiling. Lan Sheng and I asked a passer-by, and found out that it was the night market on June [-]th.Lan Sheng was young, before I agreed, he had already held my hand and rushed to the night market.

The night market in Ruzhou is naturally not as crowded as Xi'an's. It is famous far and near, but it is still full of colorful lights and people coming and going.

The well-dressed girls are naturally more beautiful than peach blossoms, walking hand in hand through the streets and alleys, covering their small cherry mouths and watching the sweetheart not far away follow him obsessively, their smiles are like silver bells, and their sleeves are full of fragrance.

Lan Sheng and I ordered two bowls of ramen and ate them in a sleepy manner.Xiao Zhong couldn't eat, so he whined from time to time.

At this time, someone at the next table sighed loudly: "When will this chaotic world end?"

"That's right, King Wu'an is a character, but it's a pity that he met Pan Zhengyue. That's Zhou Yu, he met Zhuge Liang, nothing happened."

I turned my head to look, and at that table there were people from the Middle Earth, and there were also a few people from the Western Regions.

"Now it's better to live in your Turkic Taiping. Anyway, the country is unified and it is much more stable."

Everyone seemed to agree, but a Lite man with a big yellow beard in the middle shook his head violently for a while, waved his big hand, and said with a slight accent: "Hey, you Han people who live in Guanzhong don't know that a while ago, our great Sasa Ruhr Khan has just quelled the rebellion of Zhigu and Guoerren. He thought that we could enjoy the golden rain and dew from Tengger and live in peace, but there was news in the palace that His Majesty Khan had a strange disease. He has nightmares every night, can't sleep, has no appetite, and doesn't have any interest in the harem, just complaining about headaches. We Turkic people haven't seen his holy face for a long time."

The crowd groaned.

A person from the Central Plains whispered, "Isn't it because of the evil spirits?"

"We Turks have also rumored that His Majesty is haunted by the ghost of Guo Erren. Therefore, the old Guo Erren tribes in the country are in contact with each other. The surrounding Daliao and Dali are also busy forming alliances, ready to take revenge on our great Khan, now we Lite people are just like you, fearful all day long."

The people at the table lamented the impermanence of the chaotic world and the evils committed by heaven, so they dispersed.

I froze there.Sure enough, Saruel was still alive.

Could it be that the heavens had already arranged for him to kill himself if he did many unrighteous deeds, which really caused him to suffer from some incurable disease?
I suddenly had a strange idea, if when we fell off the cliff together, he would give me that half piece of Zishang, that is, this precious purple stone that is glowing and glowing on my chest now, would he be happy? Got another piece of Zishang by chance?
While thinking wildly, I heard Lan Sheng call out several times, and then I came back to my senses.

Came to the street, Lan Sheng bought a package of dried fruit, gave me half of it, and went shopping leisurely.

We walked for a while, Lan Sheng saw that I was unhappy, so he said: "There seems to be a book stall in front, let's go and have a look."

I squatted down at a bookstall and looked through it.It's just some interesting ambitions, not interesting, and I suddenly saw a poorly printed "Anthology of Huaxi Poems".

I flipped through it, and involuntarily read his poems carefully:
"Lovesick plum blossoms overnight, suddenly came to the window and suspected that it was the king."

Love is really a wonderful thing. Tears flow down the face and the pain pierces through the breastbone, as if it is dead, but it feels as sweet as honey, no, it is obviously sweeter and more touching than the honey flower, so it makes people forget about it The land came alive again.

It's like I stayed in the gate of hell for a long time, as if I came back to life because of him, just because the desire to see him is so strong!

Every time the sound of your piano is heard in Qingshui Temple, it is like a blunt knife rasping my heart, Feibai, you...

everything is OK?
Just as tears filled his eyes, he suddenly heard a soft sobbing sound from around him, and saw several readers holding the same pirated copies of "Huaxi Poetry Collection", with moist cheeks, a young scholar wiped his face and said, "Oh my God!" Jealous of beauty."

Another veiled lady was followed by a maidservant in Tsing Yi, who seemed to belong to a wealthy family, and sobbed, "If I can see Young Master Treading Xue, I will be willing to die."

Several readers continued to exchange their views on Huaxi's infatuation, and they felt like seeing each other late.The aunt who sells books interjected a few sentences at the right time, her eyes turned red as she spoke.

"That madam is so fateful." She wiped her tears, but stretched out her hand unceremoniously, "Don't forget to pay the money, young ladies."

I noticed a scholar in black shirt standing in the corner, wearing a veil apron often worn by northerners, covering his hair and face, only a corner of his cheek with silver-white hair, who was coldly flipping through the pages This "Huaxi Poetry Collection" is noncommittal.He seemed to notice that I was looking at him, so he glanced at him coldly, full of warning, and I quickly lowered my head and moved away.

When he looked up again, he found that the man had disappeared.

"Sister, can you smell a strange fragrance from that man?" Lan Sheng asked from the side.

When I looked back, he was scratching his bald head and talking to himself.

"Your nose is so strong, why didn't I smell it?" I sniffed the air vigorously, but I was embarrassed to say, in fact, besides the smell of the lady's powder, the smell of sweat on his body was the heaviest.

"That's right, it must be chrysanthemums. Our Longxi chrysanthemums are also famous among chrysanthemums." Lan Sheng nodded his head vigorously, and said proudly, "Back then, the villain was a master at Sanpaotai in Huangliang Town." Then he was puzzled Said: "It's strange, it's June now, how can there be chrysanthemums in full bloom?"

At this time, there was a book dealer on the opposite side yelling loudly to passers-by: "I said this is a rare and good book. You should buy it and take it home and read it carefully. Don't forget to read it to your daughter-in-law. I guarantee you will eat it." Sleep well and sleep soundly, and you will be able to live a good life in troubled times. Come and have a look, take a look, this is a rare book."

What a good book?Still so magical?
Lan Sheng immediately forgot to study the issue of chrysanthemum fragrance, and ran to the opposite side in three steps and two steps, and then squatted with a group of men, staring at a book with red faces.

Well?I walked over slowly and looked over the shoulders of the group of men...

Unexpectedly, these men were reading an obscene book.

I pulled it over and looked at the cover page, hey?The name is impressively "The History of Huaxi Yanshi".

Only then did I discover that on this bookstall, there are biographies, poem manuscripts, Yuefu lyrics, etc., but they are all all kinds of pornographic books, and 50% of them are about Mrs. Huaxi. heap.

At that time, I leaned over slightly, just staring at a bunch of obscene songs. Those obscene songs told how Mrs. Huaxi traveled around the world, seduced men with her invincible style and bed skills, and attracted countless heroes on the bed. Bending my back, I didn't want a gust of evil wind to blow, and the pirate scarf on my face was blown crookedly, revealing my terrifying centipede eyes, and the group of men happened to raise their heads slightly.

I think my Song Danping's face immediately acted as a treasure trove of wind and moon, frightening the male readers who fainted in the erotic dreams. one slice.Mom went berserk for a while, and then scattered like birds and beasts.

I ruined the bookseller's business, so he was naturally furious, and relentlessly grabbed Lan Sheng's chest and insisted on compensation from us.I didn't want to provoke passers-by to watch, so I forcibly suppressed my enthusiasm for educating this unscrupulous bookseller who sold pornographic and pirated publications, so I had no choice but to use my previous life's eldest lady's blood-hunting secret skills to try to get as cheap as possible.

After burning a stick of incense, Lan Sheng held a pile of obscene books in his arms, and walked ahead with his head held high. His clear eyes shone with a mysterious light, and he was dressed in a lake blue shirt. Apparently they all regarded him as a rather deep little boy.

Walking to the west city, there are some small vendors selling snacks and flower cloths on the old street, and an old lady is squatting alone on the corner of the street, selling sweet-scented osmanthus cakes.

After all, Lan Sheng is a child at heart, he clamored to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake as soon as he saw it, his watery peach eyes pitifully begged me for a long time.As soon as my heart softened, I agreed.Because he was reluctant to put down the pile of obscene books, I took some money from his sleeve and gave it to the old lady, and took a bag of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.As soon as I turned around, I noticed a tall figure flashing out from the corner, wearing the clothes of the Central Plains people, walking quickly with his head bowed, his face hidden in the shadow.

Maybe it was because he was walking in a hurry, and when he passed me, he bumped into me and knocked me to the ground. Only then did I realize that this person had sharp cheekbones and a very strong figure, like a foreigner from the north.He gave me a cold look, and walked forward without apologizing, but it was a pity that a bag of sweet-scented osmanthus cake turned into a pile of powder and sprinkled all over the floor.

Lan Sheng and Xiao Zhong were so angry at the pile of sweet-scented osmanthus cake crumbs that their eyes almost fell out. When they looked up, the man had long since disappeared.

Xiaozhong barked a few times with great interest, and chased after Lan Sheng mightily without waiting for Lan Sheng to speak. Lan Sheng also chased after him holding a bunch of obscene books and clamoring for compensation.

I called them from behind, but no one paid any attention to me.After chasing after him for a long time, the surrounding gradually disappeared.I didn’t know when the thick fog filled the unfamiliar street. I stopped panting and was trying to identify the direction. There seemed to be two figures in front of me in the thick fog, and one of them was the one who bumped into me.I was about to call Lan Sheng and Xiao Zhong, but I heard the words of the person on the opposite side intermittently, "My lord will be very happy when your envoy comes."

My heart skipped a beat, because this person spoke with a Dali accent.

Dark clouds drifted across the Moon Palace, I strained my ears to listen to their words but I couldn’t hear them. Just as I was in a hurry, someone whispered in my ear: "Ling Que is lucky to be at Mingyue Pavilion, and enjoys a boat trip to Yuren River at night."

I looked up in surprise, only to see a bald boy holding a pile of books above him, squinting his eyes as he watched the man talking to the shadow, and muttering in his mouth.Then a black dog leaped out of the darkness and licked my hand passionately.

He can understand lip language!Apparently he was surprised himself, and then his eyes showed surprise, and finally the pride unique to young people.

The two black shadows talked for a while, then looked around vigilantly, and then disappeared.

We came out of the dark.

Xiaozhong sniffed for a while, then walked back, squatting on the ground with his dog's head up and looking at us resentfully.

Lan Sheng shook his head, "Xiao Zhong may not be able to find them."

I thought about it carefully, and the sparrow is a favorite bird of the Liao people in the north, and I often use it to express my ambition. I said to Lan Sheng: "I'm afraid this is a secret work of the Liao people. I'm afraid I will meet the promised person in the Mingyue Pavilion tonight." , but I don’t know where this Mingyue Pavilion is.”

"Mingyue Pavilion?" The little monk scratched his head and said suddenly, "Do these Liao people want to be happy in Mingyue Pavilion?"

When he saw me staring at him, he smiled at me, "Just now I heard from those townspeople that there is a Mingyue Pavilion here, which is full of prostitutes with both sex and skills. They are very famous, and the guests are not ordinary dignitaries."

I remembered, if I remember correctly, this Mingyue Pavilion should belong to Jun's property.Strange, I remember Jia Shan mentioned a few years ago that the Jun family bought a low-level teaching workshop and changed it to a high-level music workshop, renamed Mingyue Pavilion, specializing in Liyuan art performances. How could it turn out to be a high-end brothel?

As I was talking, a faint sound of the piano came over, it seemed to have a kind of magical power, making people feel that there was no noise around, only the melodious sound of the piano, like weeping, my thoughts gradually became a little bit blurred.Lan Sheng was also full of confusion, and threw down a pile of precious obscene books with a bang, and ran ahead of me with Xiao Zhong, walking in the direction where the sound of the piano came from.

I reluctantly followed behind.In the dense fog, a small building with red shadows gradually appeared, decorated with lights and festoons, the front of the building was fragrant with powder, but the beautiful sound of the piano could not be concealed by the crowd of birds and swallows.There are three big characters engraved on the upper floor: "Mingyue Pavilion."

Look at the couplet engraved on both sides of the column:
The bright moon is held in the Mingyue Pavilion, and the flowers are weeping in front of Luohuawu.

It's strange, why is it written so sadly in such a place of fireworks? Wouldn't the guests be disappointed?

Anyway, since it's here, it's safe, anyway, I just want to contact Xiao Fang.

(End of this chapter)