Hibiscus Flower West Moon Splendid

Chapter 171 The Jade Man Folds Willow (1)
At this time, there was a dog barking from the other side of the green bushes. I leaned over a cluster of colorful flowers, but I saw a horse and a dog coming from a distance, and immediately sat a scholar in a lake shirt with a sullen face. Look around.

I watched him carefully among the flowers, wondering if Zhang Demao, who was disguised, or a puppet came to deceive him, but before I could think about it, the black dog barked and rushed into the flowers, throwing me down.

Lan Sheng followed and said anxiously, "Mujin."

Lan Sheng chased the dog away and pulled me up from the flowers.I watched him up and down for a long time.

He smiled at me and said, "I am the real body, not Mr. Zhao's puppet, don't worry."

I was giggling, but he quickly took my pulse and made sure that I was fine, so he took a long breath, and then found my eyes, "How are your eyes?"

His body was stained with blood, he thought he had just escaped from the clutches of the Nether Sect after a fierce fight, and he was afraid for a while, but seeing his eyes darkened, he thought he was looking for me all night last night, and his heart was moved again.

I wanted to ask about his life experience, but I didn't know where to start, so I just stared at him blankly.

Lan Sheng smiled lightly, but he didn't mention what happened last night, and he didn't ask about any adventures. He just insisted on letting me sit on the horse.

I had no choice but to jump off the horse and help Lan Sheng up. I was surprised to find a long wound on his left chest, and the flesh was still turning.

I didn't think about it for a while, and took out a handkerchief from my arms to wipe his wound.

Farewell to death, life and separation, the same hatred, the dream and the soul are frightened, as if hearing a low call.

In my palm I stretched out that fine soft yellow veil, slowly filled with Lan Sheng's black blood, and gradually submerged the ingenious Central Plains embroiderer. One corner of it is finely embroidered with Ashina's golden wolf head.

Everything blurred.

Lan Sheng woke up leisurely, panting at me, his bloodless lips opened and closed at me, I couldn't hear clearly.

When a gust of wind blew, I was stunned, my fingers loosened slightly, and the veil floated into the air against the wind, as if it was going away with the destiny, I leaned over to grab it, but was held tightly behind me.

"This is a dangerous cliff," Lan Sheng yelled at me sharply, rubbing the wound, with fear hidden in his eyes, "Don't die."

I turned back again, and the soft yellow veil turned into a small dot, drifting away into the white mist of the distant mountains, never to be seen again.

The old companion of the secluded boudoir, the same hatred after death.

The dream is frightened, like hearing a low call.

Tears are cleared, beside the mandarin duck pillow.

Affectionately bear the long grievances.

The fate of this life, the mirror flowers and the moon, all become empty illusions.

On the first day of July, Pan Zhengyue attacked Xingzhou City by surprise, and the whole city was filled with gunpowder and smoke.The soldiers of Dou's family raped and looted for three days, took enough supplies, and robbed more than a hundred young and beautiful women in the city before leaving, which made the people in the city and countryside around [-] li terrified.

On the fifth day of the seventh month, soldiers came to Ruzhou eight hundred miles away.Ruzhou City was sealed off, and Lan Sheng couldn't afford it, so we settled down in a dilapidated house.

On the sixth day of July, when Lan Sheng woke up, he didn't speak to me, and he didn't eat ordinary food, but he stared straight at the sky all day like a robot without oil.Only one night, Xiao Zhong caught a big field mouse from nowhere and came back, lying on Lan Sheng's body, Lan Sheng immediately snatched it from its mouth, and tore it alive in front of me.

I knew it was caused by practicing Wuxiao Sutra, so I secretly went out to find some part-time workers during the day, and caught some hares and shot some wild ducks at night for him to eat raw.

When the hibiscus flowers bloom on the branches, the row of hibiscus trees on the broken wall is lush and lush, and the hibiscus fence is even more dotted with red and white flowers, which are numerous and prosperous.However, the stone that was placed on the table of that family is still there, and it is obvious that it will never come back.

I sat on the threshold that day, replaying the past in my mind over and over again, like old-fashioned movies, all the pictures are black and white, and some of them are even gradually yellowing.However, the petals in the cherry blossom forest are always fresh and bright pink. I can even smell the sweetness of the cherry blossoms flying in the air. When I open my eyes, I am bathed in hibiscus petals.

Is that benefactor the awakened Feijue?His eyes are all right now.But, as Saruer said, Fei Jue would not recognize me, because he never saw what I looked like.

Hibiscus looked at me quietly on the branch, as if sighing silently to me.I looked up and squinted at my centipede eyes, which were beginning to shrink.The noon sun shone on the dilapidated wall, and a gust of wind blew up. Lan Sheng came to my side, looked at me with big sunken eyes, didn't speak, and was silent for a while.I moved the corner of my mouth, trying to smile at him, but I didn't want to, but a string of teardrops came out.

On this day, I heard from the town that there was a shopkeeper of the Jun family who had packed three big boats, invited Yanshu from Mingyue Pavilion and rich households to enjoy the boats in Yuren Lake, and was looking for refugees to stretch their boats.I remembered the sentence I heard in the alley that day: "Lingque was lucky enough to visit the Mingyue Pavilion at first, and took a boat to cruise the Yuren River at night", and I also wanted to take this opportunity to find Jia Shan, so I agreed to go with Lan Sheng.

The famous Yuren Lake in Ruzhou City has profound historical significance.It is said that 300 years ago, Renzong, the fourth emperor of the Eastern Court, was a rare and good emperor. He was diligent in governing and caring for the people.Some bureaucrats fell in love with them, so they vigorously developed the entertainment industry in Ruzhou City, where Renzong often visited.

As a result, there are row upon row of brothels and teaching workshops on both sides of the strait, full of beautiful things in eyes; every night, it is as bright as day, singing and dancing are endless, and the prince and grandson wander around the lakeside with beautiful women and beautiful shadows to paint boats.Renzong Longxin was very happy, so he simply named it Yurenhe.Later, Emperor Zhenzong of the Five Emperors moved the capital to the north, and the scenery of Ruzhou declined sharply, but it was still one of the holy lands of Fengyue in the Dating Dynasty.Until the original Qingjiang helped the Xuanyuan family re-establish the Great Treasure in Xi'an and changed Xi'an to Xijing, the rich merchants and nobles who came with the Xuanyuan family mostly relocated their properties in the neighboring Ruzhou, which made Ruzhou regain the prosperity of Goulan. The banks of the Yuren River are brightly lit.

Lan Sheng told me that everyone knows that Mingyue Pavilion is a must in Ruzhou City, and it is the most famous brothel in the local area. The girls there are all beautiful and talented.And these customers take care of the business of the brothel, so even in the era of war, this Mingyue Pavilion is still prosperous in business, singing and dancing.

When we came to the Yuren River, there were already three magnificent boats parked at the pier.

A luxurious boat inlaid with gold and jade at the head stops in the middle of the river estuary, surrounded by multicolored silk threads and exquisite glass beads, which only look extraordinarily resplendent and extravagant in the silent night sky. .There are two smaller painted boats in the back, also decorated with gold and jade all over the body. Three big red lanterns are hung on the head of each painted boat, and three big characters "Mingyue Pavilion" are reflected on each of them.

I secretly suspect that there are more rich merchants and nobles in Ruzhou City than in Xingzhou, so there are more troops stationed there, which is safer than Xingzhou.But after all, in troubled times, Jia Shan has always been known as the treasurer of the Jun family for his diligence, thrift and humility. What kind of wealthy person dares to let Jia Shan be so ostentatious?

The flesh-faced foreman flashed his thick black whip, and Lan Sheng and I were submerged in the black crowd.

I followed the tracker's command step by step to pull the biggest painting boat in front of my head. The rough rope rubbed against my shoulders, and it hurt hotly.

The trackers on the shore sweat dripped down the soil, shouted hoarsely, sweat dripping down their shoulders.A few old and weak ones fell to the ground after pulling for an hour. The foremen dragged them out with cold faces and threw them aside. Pick someone from the pile of refugees.

The red lights of the painting boats were shining brightly, and the music of silk and bamboo music was heard lively on the lake, interspersed with the joyous voices of men and women, reflecting the dancing of several slender figures in the boats, and the radiant and colorful songs in the dark river. The extravagant life highlights the pain of the stinking and muddy refugees struggling in hell.

After an hour, the big boat was finally pulled to the open place of Yuren River, and the painted boat could drift freely.The slender head yelled at the night sky, and the trackers gathered the ropes and happily lined up a long line to the foreman—it is said that each person was paid with two steamed buns.

I was thinking that this should be appropriated from the charitable funds secretly raised by the Jun family every year, but why has it been so long since Jia Shan gave porridge as usual?Maybe it's a branch of Chang Sheng Kee?

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a flute coming from the boat, like weeping and complaining.When I listened carefully, it turned out to be an ancient Yuefu song "Folding Willows" that expresses parting.

The ancients were much more emotional than our modern people when they said goodbye, and they often broke willow branches from the roadside to send each other off.That Yangliu Yiyi is just to express the feeling of reluctance.

I thought to myself, just now, I was still singing and dancing, and it was very festive. I don't know who suddenly played this piece full of sorrows, wouldn't this be a disappointment?
However, the flute player obviously has a lot of skills, the flute sound is melodious, melodious and pleasant, and it is hard to hide a sense of sadness.It seems that someone is gently telling you the pain of parting in your ear.I immediately returned to my Guazhou Mansion, where "pearls are like earth and gold is like iron".

Now, on the Wenzhu Lake, it should also be in full bloom on the jasper plate, and the dragonflies swaying in the wind on the pink flower buds, I thought wistfully.

Back then, someone played this piece of music on the flute at the Huxin Pavilion to lull me to sleep.

Even the parting of that person was so ingenious and different.He was going to leave obviously, but he didn't tell me. So when I was taking a nap, he played the flute to trick me into having that sweet daydream.

When I woke up, I rubbed my eyes and asked "Madame", and Qi Fang reported that he had been gone for a long time.I thought about it for a long time before I figured out its original meaning.Such a perverse and strong person couldn't bear to say goodbye to me face to face.

Raising eyebrows and looking around, in the shimmering place, the east boat and the west boat are silent, only the moon in the river is soaking white...

Even the fiber-stretching workers on the shore couldn't help but stop and listen in twos and threes, their faces full of obsession.

At the end of the song, the sound of the flute is still floating on the breeze in the middle of the river, and then the cheerful dance and music of the boats barely rises again, and it seems that the excitement has resumed.Amid the dancing shadows, a man stepped out of the largest painting boat. He seemed to be slightly drunk. He staggered to the bow of the boat, leaned on the railing and meditated. Majestic, with long hair flying against the moonlight, the begonia embroidered on the lotus-colored cloud brocade suit is rich and romantic, the white clothes on the inside are slightly exposed than the moon, and the tight and narrow sleeves are embroidered with gold thread, and the belt is trimmed with A few pieces of agate carved with dragons and painted phoenixes, and the silver embroidered wishful patterns on the wide hem shimmered in the moonlight.

The man was slightly drunk, standing on his own boat, humming slowly, and the small voice came to my ears slightly with the wind, "... I want to break the hibiscus flowers and frost Lin Xie, the mirror is empty and I am lazy to make up..."

Another little figure ran out from the boat, threw his head up and threw himself at his feet, the silver pot in his hand tilted slightly, and the fine nectar and jade liquid floated with the wind.

He lowered his head slightly and reached out to caress the little girl's buns.Under the moonlight, the beads on his purple gold crown were full and round, and each one was shining brightly under the moonlight, and the golden wing feathers on the crown trembled slightly.

Ok?No, I rubbed my good eye, this elegant man looks very familiar.

Suddenly someone hit me hard and I fell to the ground.I looked at the golden stars, but I saw two or three tall and strong men in front of me, and the accent seemed to be from the Northland.The one with the long face shouted ferociously: "What are you doing here like a bitch? Didn't you see that the buns are almost gone? I'm so hungry that I ate you."

Lan Sheng quickly helped me up.I covered my head and looked up.

Among the group of brawny men, the very tall man with a square face and a tattoo on the left side of his face looked like their heads, blatantly inserting our position.The face with Chinese characters turned his head when he passed me, his sinister eyes turned coldly on my face and Lan Sheng's, and then turned back again.

Lan Sheng said in a low voice: "Be patient, there are many of them, and they are from the north. I'm afraid they are all reckless Liao people. Let's not suffer from immediate losses."

Before the words were finished, there was a commotion in front, and someone yelled: "Just this smelly, hard and moldy bun, is this for people to eat?"

After hearing this, the crowd behind rushed forward, pushing us forward as well.But I saw baskets full of rotten steamed buns, and a few maggots kept crawling around in the mildewed steamed buns. The old steamed buns were wearing deacon uniforms, with fat faces, and wrapped in black silk shirts. The chubby figure is in stark contrast to our group of skinny and ragged refugees.

"Our Changshengji is sorry for you refugees." The fat deacon picked up a nest, then threw it down, and sneered a few times, "Why, you rascals are still waiting for us to prepare bird's nest and abalone wings for you. ?”

Changshengji?Is it really the main hall of Changshengji?I rushed to the front all at once, "Is the shopkeeper of Changshengji still the shopkeeper Jia?"

The foreman was taken aback for a moment, then was startled again when he saw my centipede eyes, "Where did the ghost come from?"

I asked again in a deep voice: "Is your chief shopkeeper Jia Shan?"

"So what, you are worthy of mentioning the name of our shopkeeper?"

Before he finished speaking, I interrupted him sharply, "Jia Shan is a well-known virtuous person, how could he do such a heartless thing? What's more, Changshengji is the largest branch of Junji in the four provinces of Xizhou Well, the Jun Clan Industry stipulates that each branch will withhold charitable funds from the income every year to appease the victims. Since you are a member of the Jun Clan, don’t you know that what the boss of Jun Mowen hates most is this kind of private withholding of charitable funds, bullying the weak, Is it something about the common people?"

Everyone was stunned for a while, and then a middle-aged man echoed: "Yes, this Changshengji is also the property of Boss Jun. Boss Jun is famous for his kindness and generosity. I also ate his cloth in Guazhou. Porridge, that’s white, tender and fresh rice porridge.”

According to Jun's practice, [-]% of the annual operating income will be kept as charity, which is to prevent national chaos and catastrophe, to donate food to the court, to use private charity, or to resettle the victims. At that time, even Duan Yuerong Agreed thing.That Changshengji is the largest branch in the four western provinces of my Jun family. In the past, among the western provinces, Jia Shan handed in the largest profit, so I felt relieved to award him the chief manager of the western branches. I really didn't expect it He also did shameless things like withholding donations and oppressing refugees, and his heart was full of anger. He didn't care about exposing his purple eyes for a while, and shouted coldly: "Ask your shopkeepers to come out and talk about it, Lord Mo. He is in charge of the four provinces, so he came to serve without conscience?"

The crowd also echoed angrily: "Tell your shopkeepers to come out, so you don't treat people like people."

A fellow looked at more and more onlookers, and said in fear: "Master Luo, the troublemakers on the other side seem to have heard the wind, and they also came around."

The fat deacon named Luo Ye saw that there were more people making troubles, so he lost his arrogance and said softly: "Everyone, this is not because our Changshengji bullies the weak, it is really bad in the world. After being kidnapped to the Western Regions, he transferred all the money on the account, so Changshengji seems to be a big business, but in fact it is just an empty shelf. Even when the treasurer Jia came out, he gave this kind of cornbread."

Anger rose in my heart: When did I transfer Changshengji's silver taels?This person deliberately shifted the responsibility to me, which is really hateful.

"We exchange our labor for food. This is what we deserve. What do you mean by giving it to us?" Several strong men jumped out, and one of them grabbed Na Luo's front collar with a Chinese face and lifted it up. He shouted sharply, and immediately The fat body left the ground.

I took a closer look and saw that it was the big Northeast guys who pushed me to the ground just now and inserted into our team.

Master Na Luo rolled his eyes, and pretended to say: "This good man, let me down, I'll go to the grain storehouse now, and exchange some white flour for everyone."

Those people snorted coldly, and was about to let him down, I stepped forward and said seriously: "This good man should keep this Lord Luo for a while, and ask the rest of the staff to go back and make some good steamed buns. In case this Lord Luo goes to tell the truth and call some minions, it would be more appropriate for me to wait here."

The cold gaze of the square face slid over my face again, and threw Master Luo to the long-faced one, "Lao Qi, look at him."

He shouted loudly to the Changshengji staff: "Your Master Luo is here, chat with us, if you are sensible, hurry up and change some flour for your master, or I will cut your fat Luo." His voice is like a bell, full of confidence.

(End of this chapter)