Shao Song

After the cavalry returned to Yuetai Camp from Wulahai City, they unknowingly spent the seven years of Jianyan in the spring breeze, summer, moon, and autumn rain in their daily drills, and the time came to August 12 in a flash. Although the cavalry has always asked for it according to the cursive daily reading, large-scale exercises consume food and salary, so the cavalry has all stipulated gymnastics exercises every five and ten.

This day, I first practiced a rough formation and coordination. The rest of the time is the results of personal martial arts practice in the school. Not only those who have learned fancy will be rebuked or even abandoned by the captain, but also those who are good at riding and shooting. Practicing the combination of swords, guns, sticks and gods arms and bows handed down by the imperial battalion, this is also taking into account the actual combat situation. After all, on the battlefield, no one specifically gave you the opportunity to fight with archery alone, otherwise, after Lou Shi's charge on Yaoshan Mountain, the flexure would not panic if it were not.

All four teams finished their drills at one time. Thinking that this was the last full-soldier drill before the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, Qu Duan simply ordered the guards in advance to buy a table from the best restaurant in the capital, and also prepared the Lanqiao Fengyue. In this Yuetai banquet, Liu Qi, Li Shifu, Zhang Zhongfu, Zhang Zhongyan and other senior cavalry generals. And since the degree of flexion is rare to give face, the crowd will be rushed to join in.

Pipa and Qiang flute, the Chinese army buys wine, naturally there is no singing and dancing in the beauty tent under Qu Duan's rule. But Liu Qi was born in general, and everything was appropriate. The little father-in-law is also known as an internal show. Even Qu Duan can quickly gather people's hearts if he says less about those who are capable of literary and military skills.

After drinking the three rounds of dishes and the five flavors, Qu Duan even left the banquet to persuade the wine one by one. As said in the preface, Qu Dajiedu is a rare face, and the generals no longer pretend to be sentimental. They gradually let go of their words. Seal his wife Yinzi. Qu Duan laughed and let them go.

After persuading Liu Qi and Li Shifu, they turned to the Zhang family brothers. Qu Duan bent over to drink the wine but did not pass it out. Instead, he looked at Zhang Zhongfu profoundly: "Although this is not our frontier spirits, but a drink Qiongye is born with a hundred induction, Lanqiao Fengyue can also be called Yuguan wine, Xinfu, Caifu, maybe drink this one?"

Zhang Zhongyan subconsciously looked at his brother, under the shadow of the warriors, Zhang Zhongfu stared at the boss who had been with Zhenrong Army for nearly 20 years, and smiled slightly, whether to kill the enemy or merge with his colleagues. I have done everything that should and shouldn't be done. However, after all, there is still a short time Ling Yunzhi, Zeng Xu Junzhong first-rate. The scenes of hitting the prisoners and Shi Liang on the battlefield in the past are still vivid.

The autumn wind is cold, and the setting sun is shining.

Junge is from military music, I persuade Yuguanjiu.

No matter what is always lingering, I miss Yan Yunliu.

Zhang Zhongfu took the initiative to grab the wine with both hands and drank it without paying attention to Xia Houyuan's complex expression not far away. He bowed his hands boldly and said, "I am willing to stay here." Zhang Zhongyan also happily drank his glass by the side.

The atmosphere gradually increased. In the end, Qu Duan Liu Qi and Zhang Zhongfu even used "Moon" as the title, splashing ink while he was happy. Qu Duan composed the first seven-character quatrains, but Liu Qi combined the lyrics of "Partridge". Zhang Zhongfu also put together the first poem, which is "Liaoshanxi". As for Li Shifu, he played the fine traditions of ethnic minorities, and performed a shot of riding and shooting at the end, and he was exquisite and outstanding among the cavalry. In the end, even the imperial army of Wang De next door was gradually recruited. Come over and cheer.

But it is precisely this eve to feast on Yuetaidi, while poems and wine take advantage of the age;

The city of Bianjing said that it is not small, and that it is not big. The people of the dynasty have always loved gossip, so two days later, even Zhang Jun heard about the poems of the senior cavalry generals in Yuetai. That day, after the Xifu Festival Ya and Liu Ziyu of the Ministry of War negotiated the festival rewards for the imperial army, they talked about it while laughing. Liu Ziyu complained a little bit: "Qu Da has always been able to do it. Even if there is a reason to inspire his own cavalry, he shouldn't come here in Yuetai, but let other imperial troops look at it."

Zhang Jun also smirked: "I heard that Wang Zihua complained to his guards that instead of playing paperwork, he would not fight him for 20 or 30 rounds on the court." Liu Ziyu was also snickering when he was busy serving tea to cover his face. Qu Duan couldn't even beat Wu Jie, not to mention Wang De, who was ranked in the top three by force in ten knots.

"That song will suffer this loss?"

"Qu Da's temperament, how could it be possible? He asked Grandpa Li to finish a pot of Lanqiao Fengyue's descendants to play."

"...He is too narrow."

The two talked unceremoniously about a member of their Mud Party. Liu Ziyu suddenly said with a serious face: "This move reminds me of this. Tomorrow Mid-Autumn Festival, as usual, the ministers of the three provinces and the six important ministers will present the hymns. Yes. Although the official family is simple, and the old rules are often eliminated, but after hard work over the past few years, now it can be regarded as a Qingming political scene. I am not as good as the Dongfu and Hu Mingzhong's personal virtues, but I should think of Gu Yue. Shuxiang knows that I am not proficient in a single piece of poetry, but I have to look back for a ghostwriter. Deyuan stays, don't send it."

Having said that, Liu Ziyu went out directly with his sleeves, leaving Zhang Jun barely keeping his face still as if he were a mountain. Moreover, Zhang Deyuan was originally from the official family's first close person, and he did not reject the move of fortunately. He was even quite proficient in this way. It was not that he had never thought about the Mid-Autumn Festival. It was just that during this period of time that the military affairs were busy, and it was temporarily dazzled, which would be reminded by Liu Ziyu, that he remembered that he didn't seem to have prepared the Mid-Autumn Festival poems yet.

It's troublesome.

As a matter of fact, Zhang Shuxiang, who was born in Taixue, would not be afraid of the collection of Confucian Classics and History, and he could even take off his official robe and put on the commoner Confucian clothing and the debates on the Scriptures of Zhusheng. , The poor Riken Yi is not a problem.

However, isn't it that the emperor who loves Qingci still has to compose poems after three hundred years. Now, I can only find a ghostwriter like Liu Ziyu.

However, in their own party, Lin Jingmo and Lu Zhi are also not good at poetry and other small skills. Yu Yunwen is still in the province, and Liu Qi even packs up his baggage after returning from Yuetai to see him who is still working as a helmsman on the Yellow River by the way. The elder brother of an ice-chipper. Qu Duan is Neng Wen Neng Wu in the capital, but because of Qu Da's disposition-he Zhang Deyuan doesn't want face!

As for the incompetent Lu Benzhong, who founded the Jiangxi Ci School, just as Qu Duan was reluctant to face Li Shifu, Zhang Jun was also reluctant to trouble the Zhongsheren. After all, his father, Duke Lu... is still very prestigious. .

I have no choice but to trouble Yuan Zhen brother again.

At night, Samsung was in the sky, and Zhang Jun didn't bring his entourage, and went to Zhao Ding's Mansion alone and confidently. It is also rare that a certain minister of the Eastern House did not work overtime to deal with official documents, but was trimming a few pots of flowers and plants outside the study. At that time, Jianlan bloomed purple, and the chrysanthemum bloomed yellow, and several golden osmanthus plants on both sides also spit out jade shanshan, and the fragrance of heaven lingered all over his sleeves. However, the plum blossoms and winter plums in the corner have not yet bloomed, and they are slanting and slanting.

Seeing Zhang Jun's arrival, Zhao Ding slowly put down his rolled up sleeves, and Yan Yanjian moved Zhang Jun into the study. Slowly, the fragrant cinnamon felt a little indifferent after being delivered through the doors and windows. After the two settled down, a waiter brought tea and then walked back after covering the door as usual. Seeing this, Zhang Jun took out a sandalwood small box from his sleeve and handed it to Zhao Ding with a smile.

When I opened it, it was not the Xinhexiang that Zhang Deyuan had given before, nor was it Huanhuajian or Tingguisongyan, but just a few lotus seeds. Zhao Ding pondered for a while, and smiled softly: "The lotus seed is already a lotus leaf, and Deyuan is because of Fen'er?" He was already thin and elegant, and the dimples on his cheeks when he laughed even more. Obviously, the common clothes that line the moon white on the body have a good charm of "the wind is suitable for the clear night and the dew is suitable for autumn."

Zhang Jun leaned forward and grabbed his sleeves and asked, "Is this lotus seed worthy of Yuan Zhen brother's pen money?" After thinking about it, Zhao Ding realized that Zhang Jun was here for the holiday hymn, and it was hard to laugh. "I'm afraid that a few lotus seeds will not be enough, so Deyuan will be willing to follow Li Taibai's old story to lay the paper for me." Zhang Jun raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and went straight to the bookcase to get the inkstone ingot, raising his eyes and smiling. : "On this matter, why not?"

When the ink melted, Zhang Jun hurriedly urged Zhao Ding to pick up the pen, but he turned around and sat down to drink tea. Zhao Ding has always used simplicity. The tea at home is ordinary new tea, and the cups are also ordinary bisque. The candles are specially gifted by the official family. It is probably because the smell of the burning oil and cotton wick is contaminated with the fragrance of osmanthus, Zhao Ding is a rare match. Putting on the lampshade, the candlelight seemed to be softer, and it fell on Zhang Junduancha's hand, and a jade color came out.

The poem was about to be completed after deliberation. At this time, Zhang Jun had not finished half of the tea in his hand. Zhang Jun hurriedly put down his tea cup, looked at Zhao Ding, and said depressed: "Even though Yuan Zhen brother's poems are better than me, he can't say that he is quite good at it. How can I write it so quickly?" Zhao Ding coughed. Looking up at the top beam of the study, he replied: "Since it is a ghostwriter, I have to imitate Deyuan's style to a higher level, but it is not difficult."

Zhang Jun took a deep sip of the scent of tea. Forget it, let's see what Brother Yuan Zhen wrote. As for the cheap talk here, he can get it back from the court sooner or later. Seeing the slender and white fingers taking the piece of plain paper, Zhao Ding moved in his heart and laughed in a low voice: "Is the thrush deep and shallow?" Zhang Jun heard the song and knew the elegance, and smiled back: "Brother Yuan Zhen is really self-aware. Ming Yan is even more pensive."

"When Na Deyuan is transcribing, please remember to write the words neatly. Now the official is not the Taoist emperor of Shaolin Temple, and he doesn't understand the "freehand brushwork" in your pen."

Jingle several times.

Think of it as a "vase" from Li Xiantai, who was doing something frivolous to harm "the same kind".

Since ancient times, the fame and fame has been hard, and whoever wants to pay in the end.

At that time, the dark darkness still inherited mistakes, and the divergent customs were even more chaotic.

Talking on the streets is particularly foolish; gossip is most killing.

Ten days after the Mid-Autumn Festival, a rumor gradually spread in the Bianjing city, saying that the two governments of the East and the West were pretending to be incompatible on the table, but in fact they communicated closely in private, and jointly rejected dissidents and blocked the court from inside and outside, and even Some people vowed to say that they had seen Zhang Shuxiang’s night secret meeting with Prime Minister Zhao on the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and even after Zhang Shuxiang came out of Zhao’s mansion, he was still full of spring breeze.

On this day, Zhang Jun and Zhao Ding were called into the palace by the Zhao official's family. After returning from the palace, Zhang Jun shut himself in the study for a moment. When he was young, he sent his confidant servants to each of his Mudang mansions to send invitations.

When the people of Zhang Mansion arrived, Qu Duanzheng held his arms on the side of the martial arts field specially opened up in the mansion to admire Xia Houyuan holding up a stone lock. He was very prosperous. Xia Houyuan was born with supernatural power. At this moment, he was naked to practice with two big rocks of about 100 kilograms. Suo was stunned by his dance, and the veterans who gradually gathered around also cheered. An old janitor led the servants of Zhang's mansion, and when they came to explain the original situation respectfully, Qu Duan took the invitation, but after a little thought, he waved his hand at will: "Please reply to Zhang Shuxiang, the next official will be there by then." He said that he didn’t leave the martial arts field in his eyes, and when he reached the most exciting place, he blurted out: "Okay!" And the people of Zhang's mansion have long been accustomed to this imperial cavalry uniformly, and they didn’t care about it. Retire.

Qu Duan watched for a while, and then suddenly remembered that the night of the Yuetai Poetry Meeting, because many military colleagues asked Xia Houyuan to toast, Xia Hou also refused to come, but in the end he was drunk. Qu Duan was thinking about trying to step himself up, and he personally helped him to rest in the barracks. When he frowned to remove his little drunk boy's armor, maybe Xia Houyuan suddenly opened his eyes and stared at him, staring directly at him under the light. Qingyao is like the moonlight in the middle of the sky, "The lonely lamp is not clear and eager to think, and the curtain is looking at the moon and the sky is sighed." These two moon poems were uttered word by word by Xia Houyuan, and the sound was like gold and iron.

"Beauty is like a flower across the clouds", Qu Duan continued without stopping, and couldn't help but stretched out his hand and flicked Xia Houyuan's forehead: "Is this a young lady from a high-ranking family who has fallen in love with, and she suffers so much lovesickness?" Xia Houyuan But he ignored him again, closed his eyes and turned over and buried himself in the quilt as if he fell asleep.

Thinking back to this, Qu Duan rubbed his chin in contemplation. Xia Houyuan is now standing at the end of the year, and he has not yet had a family, which is too shameful. Qu Duan sighed secretly when he glanced at Xiahou who had put down the stone lock and started to practice mace in the martial arts field. In fact, Xia Hou looks quite like a storyteller among the "ordinary young Ding Peng" demeanor. Every time he goes out of the street, there are a lot of purses thrown at him. I don't know if Xia Houyuan's eyesight is so high and admirable. With which girl, the matter of getting married has been delayed until now. After the Mid-Autumn Festival, Qu Duan asked again and again, but Xiahou just didn't say it, and forced the question to throw down the eight thoughtless words "Under the Shenwu Gate, Flowing Water Xiuzhu", turning around and slipping away. Qu Duan thought that the neighborhood of Shenwumen was mostly civil servants, but his reputation among the scholars was very bad. He asked Xiaolin Shangshu to inquire about it. Tonight, Zhang Shuxiang's night banquet was just right.

At night, everyone gathered, Qu Duan was surprised to find that Lin Jingmo not only brought her very close nephew, Mei Li, but also a group of tricks, saying that if there is wine at night, there can be no songs. They all It was raised in the family from the time of his father's generation, and his life and future are in the hands of the master's family. Zhang Jun didn’t want to save the face of this "Lin Jiuzhang", so he had to set up a screen to isolate the musicians in the outer hall, and let them sing the tune of the official new work "The Legend of the White Snake". It is rare to take the initiative to mention that market rumors.

Lin Jingmo, Qu Duan, and even Mei Li looked still, Qu Duan almost laughed in his heart: That's it? That's it? Just this little thing is worthy of your Zhang Deyuan's big fanfare to call people into gangs? Lin Jingmo shook his head more than just: "Today's officials are not ordinary, I'm afraid that they are happy that they can make peace and fight but not break through a referendum. Only in this way can they go up and work together in the Northern Expedition." Lu Zhi suddenly became excited and smiled complacently with his hands. "Otherwise, the two provinces of the East and the West should have been fighting in the first place. You must know that since the millennium has passed, the art of balance between the courts and the hall is the truth."

Qu Duan sneered, only to think that Shi Lang Lu's words were unreasonable, his mind was crooked, and his focus was probably off the beaten track. Sure enough, I listened to Zhang Junqiqi Ai Ai's words: "As Shen Mu said, the official called my brother Yuanzhen into the palace today, but they strongly appreciated that I and I were doing our duties and joining hands in the same boat." Lv Zhi sighed. It turned out to be quite regrettable, but Liu Ziyu had been looking at Zhang Jun worriedly. Only then did he relax when he heard the words, and praised the case: "The official wise!"

Qu Duan rolled his eyes secretly, only thinking that Zhang Xianggong deserves to be the most fortunate villain. He now understands Zhang Deyuan's purpose of calling people over tonight. It is nothing more than the set of "Tolerance for the country and one heart for the Northern Expedition". The generous statement, I didn't bother to talk about it for a while, and went to the table slowly to scoop up the cup of rice noodles on the table-and said that Zhang Shuxiang's family is worthy of being a famous door in Shu, and the cook at the house is good at craftsmanship, and at the same time, he does not forget to look at Lin Jingmo. The fact that the Hubu Shangshu, who is recognized as having an internal show, had just sent Le Ling to Zhang Jun was too tough and unreasonable, and there must be a reason. Feeling Qu Duan's probing gaze, Lin Jingmo turned his head and blinked at Qu Duan. Qu Duan was taken aback and laughed again. He lowered his head again to scoop up the fermented rice balls. After all, only Zuan and food can not be disappointed. As for the personal affairs of that little boy Xiahou, I will talk about it later!

Ninety-two, Tihao, Mo Ye You Rong, don't be shirtless.

This is when Liu Ziyu is talking about entering the alley with Zhang Jun: "The Lu Xianggong in the southeast has a lot of skills, and if he suppresses him there, it should not let Jiangnan Taoism and Baima be linked to each other by the deprived officials. This should be another matter. There are people behind the scenes." Fu glared at Qu Duan again, and continued to talk non-stop: "The two envoys, Yuwen Xianggong is really weaker, the western army, big and small, if there is anyone who dares to resist, let me say Still learn from Lu Yihao and Lu Xianggong have been cleansed! If Lu Xianggong was originally asked to appease Guanxi, according to the domineering temperament of the songdu, he would only be wise and brave for a long time, and he would have been buried in the Shilin grassland along with that Beiman Xinling. Even if I am afraid, it is the same."

Hearing this, Lin Jingmo frowned, stretched out his hand under the table and tapped the slightly panicked nephew Mei Li. He got up in a graceful and leisurely manner and left the table and turned to the outside of the screen. Ying Yingchao seemed to have ordered something with the musicians. Lu Zhi squinted his eyes, curling his beard and watching coldly. Zhang Deyuan's heart suddenly burst: Because of Yaoshan's conflict at that time, Liu Ziyu and Qu Duan were quite at odds, and often targeted secretly, but I don't know what happened to Yan Xiu tonight. He really lost his sense of proportion and put that point of discord in private. On the bright side, it is very wrong.

Qu Duan dropped the spoon and gave a sneer. He wanted to open his mouth and mock, but he might as well hear the whispering white snake chants outside the screen.

"Yesterday Jushou died in the army, today Tian Feng died in prison."

Qu Duan was stunned. He went to see Lin Jingmo again and saw that his head was lightly nodded, but when he spoke, he was very calm and calm: "The rivers and mountains will not change, the people will move a few times. If Kansai is lost, you and me will remember your deeds in life. Don't remember, what's the point?" Outside the screen, he kept singing, making Lu Zhi even frowning.

"If Xu You is to see and use, Shanhe'an belongs to the Cao family."

Zhang Jun only felt that tonight's party was a mistake, rubbed his beating forehead, and urgently took something else to draw Liu Ziyu's attention. The sound of the pipa outside the screen became more and more urgent, and suddenly a string was drawn like a crack in silk—

"Hebei pillars are all broken, so I didn't lose my family in the first place!"

The west wind is noisy, and the autumn rain falls outside the window.

Qu Duan felt impatient at first, this would make an excuse for Qiu Yu to leave first. Seeing this, Lin Jingmo also charged Zhang Jun to accuse him of the crime and then followed with Mei Qu. After leaving the house of Zhang's house, Qu Duan immediately thanked Lin Jingmo Xizhong for his help. This Xiaolin Shangshu only shook his head and chuckled, "Mao Xiu once mentioned to me that he has been in the court since he entered the court. Every time I feel that this warlord has a murderous heart. Gao, I only hope that Yanxiu can change his temperament with this action." Qu Duanfu looked up and down Mei Li again, turned around and smiled and said to Lin Jingmo, "This is the order of Xun from your family." After all, he didn't hold the umbrella, and went straight away in the autumn rain.

However, Liu Ziyu hovered around Zhang Jun for a while. When he left the house for the last time, the autumn rain was dense, and the drizzle fell like a silk thread from the cornice by the side of the road. He waved away from the servants, did not ride in the carriage, opened the oil-paper umbrella that was the same green as the rain, and lightly gathered the brick-red robe, and walked slowly on the street with few people. After a while, he suddenly burst into laughter:" The lyrics are about me!" The paper umbrella moved slightly, and the person under the umbrella looked up at the rain covering the sky, shook his head, and flicked his left sleeve behind him again, a wisp of roses in the movement. The fragrance blends into the rain, inexplicably reminiscent of "weak red makeup lying on evening branches".

"Stopping the clouds and misty mist, Shi Yumeng... comfortably, saying that he had lived." The groan became lower and lower, and finally disappeared at the end of the long street along with the straight sword-like figure.

Ninety-three: strong in stubbornness, fierce; gentleman who walks alone, feels sorrowful in rain, without blame.

A few days later, the wildfires that had been calmed down on the streets and alleys reignited, but the content was changed. It was about Qu Duan as a ten-thousand-thirty degree, and the real power of the army was unified. It was privately with Xifu Shuxiang Zhang Jun and the Ministry of War Shangshu Liu Ziyu. The past was very dense, and there was suspicion of collusion between civil and military. Xia Houyuan was seldom lost, walking around anxiously in the study, hitting his left palm with a fist with his right hand, quite angrily, "How can these imperial historians not let go of the absurd theories in the mouths of the ignorant people! Jiedu, they I just can't get through with you!" Qu Duanduan sneered after sitting on the bookcase, wiping a treasured knife in his hand, Xia Houyuan recognized that the knife was shot in Kansai in the old days. "Pearl Coix, in the final analysis, it is only in the king's mind. Xiahou, if you care, it will be messy. Today's officials are broad-minded, although the ancient sages are far-sighted. You don't have to worry too much, just look!"

Sure enough, the case was neglected, and there was nothing on it, and the matter was settled.

The Ninth Five-Year Plan: Luhuan, the Bank of China has no blame.

Autumn goes to winter to spring, March 3, Shangsi festival. The official chartered to take a day off, but he deliberately asked Yang Yi to accompany him in the inner palace.

Qu Duan did not go out that day, instead, he hosted a rare guest in the study, but it was Lin Jingmo, Shangshu Shangshu. The two talked for a long time, and Lin Jingmo got up to leave after a pot of tea was gone. Qu Duan sent the person out in a daze, and returned to the study again, remembering the Wang Sizong who had been specifically pointed out by Xiaolin Shangshu when he was talking just now, and was silent for a long time. And when Lin Jingmo left, the sentence "Qu Du Tong is afraid that he is looking in the wrong direction, I am afraid that the drunk man's intention is not to drink, but Qu Du Tong is also capable of writing, when he knows Xia Hou's school lieutenant's allusions." Qu Duan was even more thrilling.

With a sigh, Qu Duan knocked **** the pile of letters on the table, frowning even tighter. The information in the letter is quite detailed and complete. Near Shenwumen, there are mostly civil officials and monasteries and Taoist temples. Among them, I have not heard of any "green bamboo and flowing water family" with female relatives of the right age. Turning his head and looking at Xia Houyuan who had been standing next to him from the beginning, he sighed again.

The room is full of silence, and Chunliu Chunhua covers the door.

It was the arrival of Er Zhang that broke this pervasive embarrassment, probably because of the festival, Er Zhang also changed his appearance as a civil servant today. Zhang Zhongfu glanced at the text on the case slip, and had a clear understanding in his heart. He glanced at Xiahou Muren, shook his head and smiled to relieve the siege: "Why don't Jie Du take advantage of this festive season to go out and play with my brothers, don't let down the good spring scenery," About Xiahou, I'll talk about it later!" Qu Duanzheng was upset because of Xiahou. He wanted to refuse, but suddenly he thought of the breeze of the willows and the branches of red apricots. With a move in his heart, he turned to agree. Just before going out, he gritted his teeth and told Xia Houyuan to follow: "Go to the stable and pick a good horse, and rest the poor mule!"

While talking, there seemed to be a civet cat jumping by among the trees and flowers.

The four people rode slowly along the Bianhe River. They saw the wind and dew scented with flowers, the spring waves were shining with the sun, the road left and the girl was walking, and the singing tube passed the new sound. Sour, just called the embrace of people, drunk in the flower arrangement, the pitiful spring is like a person's old age." The four of them didn't realize they stopped to listen, each song was finished, Qu Duan high-five and praised: "Jushi Yi's wonderful words, such a mind. It’s no wonder that the official works often borrow the name of Yi'an layman.” When talking and laughing, Qu Duan did not forget to observe the attitude of his guards towards Bianhe Ruyun’s beauty, but always sincerely with Xia Houyuan whenever he turned his head. His eyes met, the more he watched, the more he felt suffocated, and finally couldn't help but whispered and asked: "You have been stumbling so far, and there is no man and a half woman under your knees after the year. If that person shouldn't be you, what will you do in the future?" Xiahou was rare. Boldly folded a flower and handed it in front of Qu Duan, smiling: "This flower is blooming but good, do you want to put it on?"

Qu Duan glanced intently at the lilac flower that "looks like a splendid pile", a stalk in his heart, hurriedly rejecting Xia Houyuan's hairpins for himself, and only two of them were missing, leaving Xia Houyuan alone and grieved aside. Qu: Obviously I gave Jiedu the hairpins in Kansai, so I became more obsessed when I got to the capital Jiedu!

At the same time, in a restaurant in Bianhe, the old trio of Taixue took advantage of this holiday to gather together. They heard this new phrase from a distance, and they all admired: "No wonder the official family would rather mention Yi'an. Don’t mention the second concubine.” Zhang Jun shook his head and said, “I’ll stop mentioning this official private matter.” Zhao Ding personally poured a cup for him, and Yin Yin asked: “The street turmoil in late autumn last year, although it was It was a false alarm, but it is not appropriate for Deyuan to invite me and Hu Mingzhong to a banquet today."

Zhang Jun took a sip from the wine glass and smiled openly, "I just hope that Brother Yuanzhen won't be parted with me from now on." Hu Yin put down his chopsticks and just wanted to talk, but was caught by Zhao. Ding is one step ahead: "We met the chaos of the country at the beginning, and set the relationship between life and death in the difficult situation. We have to meet the Ming Lord and support us all the way to this day. Now I am the prime minister and you are the prince. Each has its wings, and we might as well discuss Fengyue together. What Deyuan said is that I am stuck." Hu Yin wanted to interrupt, Zhang Jun already held Zhao Ding's hands: "Today's Shangsi Festival, brother Yuanzhen, please Don't talk about national affairs, military affairs, let's just talk about private friendship." Zhao Ding watched him for a while, smiled slightly, and felt comfortable.

Hu Yin was blocked in conversation one after another, looking from left to right, simply rushing into his sleeves: "Brother Yu still has paperwork in his house, so I won't hinder the eyes of the two elders here, goodbye!" It doesn't matter if Zhao and Zhang stand up to keep them. , Resolutely turned and went downstairs, hehe, Hu Mingzhong shouldn't come to today's place! It is better to return home, and serve the official family of the Song Dynasty to be happy. In the elegant room, Zhao Zhang looked at each other and felt a little ashamed. A civet cat jumped from the railing to the window pane at the right time, in a leisurely posture, but only a pair of eyes flashed with the lively light that seemed to be human.

When night came, Bianhe gradually lit up thousands of lights, and the first moonlight was reflected in the sparkling water waves. On such a good night, even Liu Zihui went out to play tricks, but Liu Ziyu was drinking in the mansion. Looking around, only Lu Zhi, who had great ambitions, was with him. "Things have gone for a thousand years, but I hate it quickly, and a day of sorrow will be long." When the wine was deep, Liu Ziyu threw a pot and sang. Lu Zhi shook his head repeatedly, but ignored him. He only slowly sipped the jade liquid in the cup, and stared at the crow's nest on the tallow tree in the atrium. Yi?" The walnuts in his hands became more and more anxious.

A civet cat didn't know where to jump onto the branch, and it was startled by crows. Then this flexible figure jumped into the deep night of the distance and went straight to the inner palace. Not long after, Yang Yizhong, who had been standing at the gate of the palace for a long time, gently caught the civet cat, holding it carefully and happily as if he was hugging a country.

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In the midnight of the month, the Quduan Mansion was still very lively, and the veterans of the mansion coaxed and set up a barbecue stall, clamoring to continue to be happy. In the noise, Qu Duan twisted and twisted Xiahouyuan's hairpin after being rejected. After being rejected, he refused to spare the red apricot on the iron elephant, and suddenly turned around and asked Xia Houyuan: "Aren't you telling me the truth? "Xia Houyuan shook his hand, then stabilized his mind, and looked directly at his own Jiedu: "Since I saw the peach blossom, I am even more suspicious now." Qu Duan nodded with a smile, but looked up to the sky again. sigh.

Next to him, a few peach trees were scorching in the moonlight, and the thousand-point flying flowers and the willow branches of the poplar twigs were entangled for a while and then slowly unscrewed. Many lovers should regret the good night.

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1. Lin Jingmo's words are profound. In the article, Liu Ziyu was persecuted, but his basic methods were quite extreme, fearful, and a wolf-killer.

2. Ze Tianzheng: The main decision and the ability to make peace.

3. Youfeng Fake, referring to the matchmaker.

4. Lilac flower: If the eye is still beautiful, the main red star is moving??