[Thunderbolt Tobacco City] Ren Pingsheng, Nine Layers of Smoke and Snow

Red crisp hands, jade railings dry, clothing belt flowing fragrance, spring dream willow smoke residue.

I feel cold in the quilt, the clouds are lost in the sails of the river, and the moon is setting in Guanshan.Longitudinal rich family re-covered, young years secretly changed, jade butterfly can't be worthy of a hairpin.

(——Ciyun Gong Wuhou "Red Tent, Shy of Spring")

"Mr. Bamboo."

The person who was called "Mr. Bamboo" replied with a "huh" through the bead curtain, and then lowered his head and splashed ink.He has a tall and smooth figure, with clear eyebrows, one hand holding a large sleeve embroidered with bamboo patterns, and the other hand holding a thin tube of brush, with a slight trembling of his wrist, several strokes were written in an instant.The carefully combed bun is adorned with blue tassels, and there are many jade necklaces on the gorgeous clothes, which are also gently moving, looking like a wind and lotus in the distance.

The woman in red walked to the case with tea, and saw that the three screens had been painted with plum blossoms and bluegrass, and the painter was meticulously sketching a magnolia tree.

Mr. Zhu's life experience is a mystery. He became famous in the painting circle about ten years ago, especially in flowers and plants.Under his fame, people tolerate him even when he sleeps in flowers and willows for many years.Only the "Liu Hanyan" twin sisters, the oiran, know his heart best: this person is very charming, and must have a lot of background, wandering in this sensual place, not to cover up, but to be something else.Since you can afford the price, I will accompany you in this play of Dayin.Today's world is difficult, so it is impossible to miss such a good business.So the two had a tacit understanding and hit it off immediately, and Mr. Zhu stayed in Liu Hanyan for a long time.

Mr. Zhu's work has now been sold to the level of gold, not to mention the three screens that are five feet long?So he asked with a smile: "Which nobleman did Mr. Zhu blackmail?"

Unexpectedly, Mr. Zhu stopped writing and stared at the picture scroll, there seemed to be water smoke in his amber pupils, gentle and hazy: "It's a gift for a friend." There are three simple words, but the sound is like hitting jade, and the spring is like washing stones.

Another apricot-colored figure came in, upon closer inspection, it had the same face as the woman in red.The conversation just now happened to be overheard by her, and looking at Mr. Zhu's expression again, although it was only a subtle change like an autumn hair, it made people feel the affection that was different from the flashy and sloppy in the past.These women are so good at observing words and expressions, they immediately exposed it: "I'm afraid it's a famous painting for a beautiful woman?"

"Oh, I was really guessed by Xiaolu! It is indeed the beauty from my hometown who is looking for me to go back!"

"Ah?! When did Mr. Zhu marry a wife? He lied to our sisters until today!" Xiaohong wrung her handkerchief, tears welling up in her eyes.

Mr. Zhu seemed to have heard some very funny joke, he was overjoyed, and unconsciously picked up the folding fan, shaking it clatteringly, his blond hair was flowing, and strands of tassels fluttered from his temples, showing a romantic attitude.

Xiaolu also pushed and shoved him and said bitterly: "Mr. Zhu has been in Huajie for several years, and he never went back to his hometown during the holidays. Isn't it suspicious that he suddenly changed his temper today!"

"Sigh, I'm ashamed to say that the reason why I'm drifting away is because of the guy in my family who is really tough..."

"Hmph! Sure enough! It's just a shrew with a broom! How can we be more like your beautiful wife and beautiful concubine than our sisters?"

Mr. Zhu laughed out of control: "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. ..." As she spoke, her eyes became long and far away, and she was already flying.

"Do you even have the little ones!!"

"Or twins??"

The two oirans had their heartbroken, weeping and smearing their breasts.

Thousands of miles away in Yandu, the three most powerful people sneezed at the same time.

Even so, Zhu Han felt that the young master who just danced the sword was so beautiful, the sword energy soared into the air, and the red clothes fluttered, like a poppy in full bloom under the moon.

I just don’t understand why the great master is always so cruel to the young master... the great master is a bad guy... In comparison, Master Nishinomiya is so gentle... I wonder when Master Nishinomiya will be able to sit in the "Ling" position?At that time, the son will not have to live so hard... Ah!sin sin!How could I think of such a rebellious thing! ...

When Gong Wuhou turned her head, she saw Zhu Han put away his nympho expression, buried his head and continued to sweep the courtyard with a broom that was taller than others.

His head was still wrapped with thick cloth strips. The fall that was shaken away by the great master that day was a terrible hit. It was also summer, and the medicine needed to be changed every two days to avoid inflammation. As a result, every time he changed, the growth The new meat was torn apart, so that it is not good to procrastinate until now.

This made Gong Wuhou, who had always felt that the whole world owed her, feel guilty for the first time.

However, it took so many days for him to realize that it would only look ridiculous if he wanted to ask about his health.

"Dan Gong never makes a mistake."

"There is nothing in this world that is worth sacrificing or changing yourself."

That night when Nishinomiya Diaoying spoke to him before leaving, his voice was tense, like steel plates that were about to break, every word seemed to be weighed by a thousand pounds, and he was dazed for a while.At this moment, when he looked at Zhu Han with his head covered, the burning pain and shame of being slapped slowly came to his brows.

Indeed, he has always only lived for himself, as for the life or death of others, he completely ignores it to the end.Even Zhu Han, who followed him since he was a child, probably never did anything to repay that loyalty.He seems to be always defending his servant boy, and he does not hesitate to fall out with the great master, but he is just using this excuse to declare war on the ancient mausoleum, and achieve his rebellious purpose. Which time is it really for the good of this person?

He sadly discovered that he himself and the Grand Master were basically the same kind of people.

"Zhu Han, didn't the yard just be swept yesterday?" In the end, he could only express his concern in such a roundabout way.

Zhu Han shook his head and said, "It's been windy these past two days, and there's been a lot of fallen leaves and dust. Master Nishinomiya loves to be clean. I don't know when he will come. It's not good for him to see it dirty."

Gong Wuhou, who was feeling discouraged, was depressed again by this sentence.

A few days passed before he felt the pain in his arm belatedly.It was only when he accidentally pulled up his sleeves that he saw a faint trace on his wrist.

Can't tell which one is more important than the one on the neck, which one is more forceful, which one makes him more painful, but it is enough to tear the soul in two.

So he said, "Nishimiya will not come."

He put away the sword casually: "You don't need to sweep, go and rest."

Sure enough, Zhu Han made a mistake. Holding the broom for a while, he suddenly realized: "That's right! I heard that Master Nishinomiya is busy with the battle against the Binglou. He is so busy that the sky is dark and the sky is dark, and his feet don't touch the ground!"

The history of the Ice Tribe is just like the vast plain where the ice building is located. It is straightforward and simple. There are no mountains and rivers.The castle of Binglou is a silent narration of this millennium history. It has both offense and defense. The huge tower-shaped buildings are connected into one body, and the top is built with a round and full dome. The majesty of the royal family is also the strongest fortress on the snowy plain of Yimapingchuan.

Shulou Longsu slowly climbed up the tower, his long purple hair fluttering in the wind, like a gorgeous battle robe of his. "Know yourself and know your enemy, what is Bing Wang's opinion on Bingyan's battle?"

Xuanming turned around to look at him and said, "Yandu is ranked fifth in Fenghuo Tianbang, Binglou was not even selected, do you need too much explanation?"

Long Su also smiled heartily: "I don't see the Bing King showing even the slightest bit of sadness."

Xuanming took the ice flute and tapped it lightly on the palm of his hand: "Binglou is never afraid of fighting. No matter who the opponent is." The body of the flute is clear and beautiful, and the light shines on it. It is extremely transparent. He holds it in his hand like a A golden scepter.

Long Su looked at this amazing vast ice field from a distance, and said seriously: "I already know that the Ice King has no intention of fighting with the world. As the so-called 'no fight is fight', Binglou may not lose this battle."

Xuanming shivered, and said: "I also ask the dragon head to give me some pointers."

"Don't dare. Although Yandu has accumulated for many years and is powerful, but after all, it is a long-term expedition. Binglou only needs to practice a drag formula, relying on the solidity of the city to slowly consume Yandu's combat power and fighting spirit. After a long time, they will inevitably lose their positions. , self-defeating."

Xuanming nodded and said, "Exactly."

"The Ice King just needs to remember: no matter when, you must stick to it. In this way, you will surely be able to fight." Long Su shook his fan subconsciously, pondered for a moment, and then asked again, "I remember the Ice King mentioned before, The martial arts of the four realms restrain each other, and Fengdao is restraining Yandu's martial arts? Why not join forces with Du Wuyu, wouldn't the chances of winning be greatly increased?"

Xuanming sighed: "I have thought about this method a long time ago, but I couldn't find him."

Long Su raised his long and narrow eyes, looking puzzled.

"Wind Control Island was originally located in Ximing. It was an isolated island in the sea. There were constant storms all year round. It was difficult to get on the island, but now there is a layer of cloud and mist that hides it well. In my opinion, it should be the "fog lock smoke of the city of smoke." If you can't solve the formation, you may risk your life if you rush in rashly. With Gu Ling's scheming, he naturally anticipated our actions early in the morning, and Yijian Fenghui may have been placed under house arrest by him. I can't help myself."

"It seems that the opponent really planned early for this battle, so that nothing leaks."

The two were speechless for a while, and looked at the frost-covered world together. The sound of the wind was strong, like a song sung by a goddess. Therefore, this vast, desolate and desolate space slowly moved people. .

Gong Wuhou stood alone in the soft red ten-foot courtyard, his long shadow was blown down by the night wind, and the bright red lanterns hanging high on both sides scattered light in all directions.Because Nishigong Diaoying attaches great importance to this battle, the whole palace is walking in a tight and stalemate frequency, waiting for the battle, practicing the formation, only Ruanhong Shizhang is always free.At this moment, the palace is silent, more like being forgotten, self-care and elegant.

The war was imminent, and even Zhu Han asked for leave to go back to help his father, who was a military doctor, pack his bags.

He remembered the red-roofed courtyard that he had just visited not long ago. The medicine house was always filled with the sweet smell of plants and soil. In the morning or evening, when the smoke was thick, it would cover the whole body.

When they travel around the mountains and rivers and go back at dusk, they will definitely see Zhu Han's father waiting for them by the chaifei, with the smoke from the stove behind him and the fragrance wafting everywhere.

This is the ordinary kindness between people that he has always hoped for.But when I actually met, I didn't feel much strangeness or surprise.

It's probably because no matter it's a night full of stars or a dawn when the rooster is crowing, when he walks on the road leading to fame and fame, there is always someone waiting there with blue eyes full of waves and a smile in his voice: "Junior Brother , you are back." [Note 1]

It's just that I never paid attention and never responded.

All he could see was the door and the lamp.He couldn't wait to start a resentment meeting, or show off his power, or make strong words.

If he was willing to turn his head one time, he would surely be able to see the gentle and beautiful face in the warm light of Rong Rong.

Gong Wuhou felt quite bored, and walked slowly back to the pavilion.

He was lighting red candles one by one. At this time, a thin gust of wind pierced through the hall, and the candles flickered lightly.

But it was the Heting of the Anting lineage that volleyed in the sky.He brought a letter and handed it to Gong Wuhou, and said in a low voice: "Dan Gong, this was given to you by Nishi Gong, and Xi Gong told you to follow the instructions."

Gong Wuhou did not receive the letter for a long time, and in the half-dark hall, his usually expressionless face became more and more difficult to fathom.

He seemed to hesitate to speak, but in the end he didn't say anything, took the envelope silently, and waved his hand to let people go down.

On a thin piece of paper, the calculations are precise and precise, and I don't know how much effort was spent.When to attack, when to defend, how to measure, route design, and not forgetting to remind you to beware of the essence of snow and reefs of the royal family of Binglou...all of them were clearly explained by Nishinomiya's refined words and sentences.Objective and calm, without emotion.

Only those handwritings, he recognized at a glance that they were Guange handwriting that Xigong Diaoying practiced hard since childhood.Xigong has few talents, and one of them is block script, which has long been respected by the world of Yandu.With the silver hook and iron strokes, the strength of the brushwork has a kind of thinness similar to the inscriptions on the bronze ware, but it just hides the sharpness in the subtle twists and turns close to the willow body.The character is like a person, neither humble nor overbearing, it is the authentic style of the palace appointed by the great master of Yandu.All the Tongmeng old men in the whole area who want to put their heart into calligraphy take this as their standard.

Gong Wuhou stared at those familiar and unfamiliar handwriting in a daze.He slowly recalled that when he was a child, he followed Nishinomiya to study and practice calligraphy.

Before the age of five, he was at the age when he didn't understand anything, and he didn't like to study hard on boring poems and books. The great master had no time to pay attention to it, but in the end he was always taught by his senior brother who stood like a pine and sat like a bell.Then, with snot and tears all over his face, he followed Nishinomiya's writing, copying those inscrutable articles.

At the age of knowing nothing, there is always warm and silent sunlight shining on the desk, and the pattering dust floats lightly in the brilliance of time.

It's a pity that it's just a few sheets of paper, blown by a random gust of wind, until now, what he wrote is after all the flamboyant and phoenix dance that Xigong Diaoying could not control no matter how much he preached and taught in the past.

Looking at the vigorous font in front of her eyes, Gong Wuhou gradually felt that the hole in her heart that was scratched open not long ago was also tenaciously healed again, and the beating thing in her chest was even a little harder than before.

The candlelight ate away at the paper bit by bit, and the momentary radiance flourished, and then quickly annihilated in the gray-black embers.

——This time, Gong Wuhou will definitely help you fulfill your wish.

From now on, you and I will be clear, and we will never owe each other again.

The author has something to say: [Note 1] You can refer to "Sensational Martial Arts", I don't know how many episodes, the scene where Nishinomiya greets him after Dan Gong assassinates Feng Zuo, is super gentle~o(≧v≦)o~~