Phoenix and Dragon

As if he was really afraid that the elder son would put this idea into action, Chen Ziyun was terrified in his heart but there was no trace on his face, but silently moved himself a little far away from the elder son, after thinking for a while, he said: "How could the elder son find this Come from the barren mountains?"

Li Mingyuan, the dignified prince's son, was naturally embarrassed to say that he had encountered "Xianren Tiao", so he could only tactfully say: "Something happened, and he got separated from his followers... Are you far from Wuzhou City?"

Li Mingyuan went all the way south, came alone, and left all the guards and entourage in Wuzhou.

Hearing this, Chen Ziyun put down the gaping tea bowl, shook his head in a particularly good-tempered manner, and said, "It's not far away. Walking down the Qianshan mountain road is Lucheng, and after leaving Lucheng, Wuzhou is here."

Li Mingyuan: "..."

That doesn't sound like it's far away at all.

Chen Ziyun seemed to have seen Li Mingyuan's suppressed anger in the brief silence, and immediately said that he could give the son a ride.

This is exactly what Li Mingyuan wanted.

Chen Ziyun is neither a monk nor a Daoist, and he stayed in this small ruined temple just to avoid disasters, but Jiangnan was too supportive of people, he hid in this place for a few months of laziness, and vaguely felt that he didn't want to go back, so he simply accepted his family's Song Guogong's son, It is planned to rest here for a year and a half, and it is called "sheltering the wind".

If there are more actors in Beijing, he is not too many, and if there is one less, there are many. Xiao Yu himself is too busy to go to the theater, so he naturally let him go.

Chen Ziyun was happy to have the sky as a cover and the land as a hut, and he really lived a life of pure cultivation. If Li Mingyuan hadn't agreed with him, he would have wished to live in this ruined temple forever.

This place is self-sufficient, the vegetables are grown by oneself, the water is picked by oneself, the merit box in the ruined temple is a bit cleaner than Chen Ziyun's bedding, and there is nothing behind him to disturb his tranquility, which is very poor and has a sense of immortality and Zen.

Chen Ziyun closed the chaimen, and Li Mingyuan and Li Mingyuan circled down the mountain road one after the other.

It was evening when we arrived at Lucheng.

Chen Ziyun and Shi Ziye, who had been driving for a day, managed to enter the city before the city gate closed.

Li Mingyuan walked for a day, his legs were a little sore, he couldn't bow his head in front of Chen Ziyun, but he still straightened his back heroically: "How far is it from Wuzhou?"

Chen Ziyun looked at the twilight that was about to turn dark, shook his head and said: "My lord, the gate of the city is closed, I can't leave today, why not stay overnight."

Li Mingyuan nodded, sure.

After all, the son of the noble family is the son of a nobleman, it is not a special case, and he will never be wronged outside, so he went straight to the biggest inn in Lucheng without even thinking about it.

Chen Ziyun wanted to stop him, but he couldn't, so he could only stare dumbfounded at Shi Ziye striding into the inn, and within a short time, he was thrown out—nonsense, your pocket is cleaner than your face, it's only because of an idiot that you are taken advantage of Stay at the hotel.

This place is not the middle of the capital. In the past, the son of the world could keep accounts with a cup of tea, but here it doesn't work at all. It doesn't matter whether you are Prince Su's son or Prince Su's father, you are just and strict and don't recognize it, only money.

Li Mingyuan's hands trembled with anger, but he had no choice but to go to the Town God's Temple with Chen Ziyun, holding back his anger that was about to explode.

From the inn to the Town God's Temple, you have to pass through the busiest street in the city, and there is nowhere that does not seem to be disturbing the sensitive heart of Shi Ziye.

In the twilight of Lucheng, the sky is full of smoke and clouds, the mountains and rivers are picturesque, the towers are emerald green, and the weeping willows reflect the spring day and night among the lights of the city and the golden powder of the painting halls.

In the bustling city that never sleeps, with several fireworks and dangerous buildings, there are countless drunks and romances as far as the eye can see.

In the evening wind that is no longer cold in spring, gongs, drums and orchestras harmonize with each other, and a Jiangnan tune is played leisurely.

No matter how beautiful the voice is, it is still noise in Shizi's ears. He wants to urge him, but he has no confidence after a day of exhaustion. He feels that he can't shout the piercing voice.

Chen Ziyun poked his head behind Shi Ziye, completely unable to see Shi Ziye's reluctant and bored face, and showed a bit of nostalgia: "I don't know which adult invited an actor to perform an open-air show,... Hey, this singing style is also a good one. Won't your son join in the fun?"

Li Mingyuan's words "not going" came to his lips, and his anxious thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the beating of gongs and drums. He paused, and instead said: "Okay."

Most of the open-air operas are temporary high stage, sitting on four pillars from south to north, cornices upturned, lanterns hanging high, most of them are wealthy businessmen who spend a lot of money to invite actors to come and sing on stage, and the people of the city have a good time. Gain yourself a good reputation as a "benevolent businessman", so you can look at it casually without money.

When Li Mingyuan thought of this kind of place, he instinctively thought of Qin Feng. He didn't persuade himself to leave the hustle and bustle for nothing. He regretted it the moment he got close to it—the stage looked huge from a distance, but even bigger when he got closer, but the stage inside The closer it got, the more it was filled with yelling and cheering guests. Li Mingyuan was squeezed among the crowd of common people who joined in the fun, and it was hard to breathe.

Angrily, Shizi dragged Chen Ziyun out of the crowd, and then he took a breath, and said in a bad breath, "What the hell is this!"

Chen Ziyun didn't have time to appreciate it when he was squeezed to one side, but at this moment his hands and feet were neat, and he still couldn't get enough of the babbling vocals on the stage: "This opera is sung at a very high level. If it is in Beijing, it will be full of excitement."

He listened to it for a while, but then said: "Strange, what kind of drama is this singing? It is said that the south is not the south, and the north is not the north. The lyrics sound like "You Long Xi Feng", but where did Concubine Mei and Xuanzong come from?" ?”

Li Mingyuan was stunned for a moment when he heard the name of the play, then his heart stopped, and he immediately continued to watch the actors who sang melodiously on the stage without giving up, but was discouraged for a while.

The actors on the stage had thick powder, and although their brows and eyes were extraordinary, they were not as elegant and romantic as those familiar peach blossom eyes.

That person's demeanor, I'm afraid it has been peerless, similarities and similarities are unparalleled after all.

Li Mingyuan was a little disappointed. Sure enough, the little luck in his heart was a fluke. There are so many theaters in the world, and there are so many actors singing operas, but there is only one Qin Feng.

Li Mingyuan turned around depressed, and urged Chen Ziyun to leave quickly.

However, when he looked back and raised his eyes, he could see a man standing in a long gown, elegant and graceful, under the glowing moonlight in the distance, under the glowing lights. He was wearing a spring gown drunk.

The man's long hair was not tied up, and he only tied it behind his back with a ribbon. He walked forward slowly, and the peach blossom eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling reflected the sky full of lights that had returned from the prosperous age.

Li Mingyuan looked at the man in a daze, and suddenly seemed to understand that "the crowd searched for him thousands of times, but the man was in a dimly lit place".

Qin Feng didn't seem to see him, he looked at the stage with a smile for a long time, then turned around and was about to leave.

Only then did Li Mingyuan come back to his senses, and in two or three steps, he dodged in front of him, blocking his way like a mallet.

Qin Feng was taken aback by the barbarian who suddenly jumped out. After seeing clearly that it was him, he smiled lightly: "Master, what a coincidence."

Li Mingyuan's eyes were almost filled with tears when he laughed, he was stunned for a while, and without warning, he lifted Qin Feng's neckline.

Qin Feng was taken aback for a moment, struggled a bit but was held down by Li Mingyuan's strange force, as if he suddenly knew what he wanted to see, and let him go with a lazy smile: "It's ready."

Li Mingyuan saw that there was indeed only a shallow mark left on his neck, he was a little speechless, and asked after a while, "Why did you leave Beijing without making a sound?"

Qin Feng smiled: "Nothing, come out for a walk."

... Fuck him, it's nothing to do, Beijing is so busy that it's almost time for one person to split two pieces, but he is in the mood.

The typical son of the world only allowed the state officials to set fires, and did not allow the common people to light the lamps. He completely forgot that before he left, he was also a stubborn donkey. Xiao Yu may still be disrespectfully greeting his eighteen generations of ancestors who have all entered the Taimiao .

The two of them were relatively speechless, but Chen Ziyun behind him chased him up - Boss Chen didn't want to join in the fun, but when he saw the son came up, he started to touch the visitor.

The sky is high and the emperor is far away here, Chen Ziyun was afraid that Li Mingyuan would cause trouble for nothing if he was alone, so he hurried to follow, and when they met each other, they were all stunned.

Chen Ziyun: "Boss Qin, why are you here?" He looked back at the stage, "Could it be that you are the one invited for this open-air show?"

Before Qin Feng could speak, Li Mingyuan felt unhappy, frowned and said angrily, "What are you yelling about! Boss Qin, this is Marquis Chang'an!"

Chen Ziyun and Li Mingyuan have been dating for so long, and I have never seen him look so serious—this eldest son has always been careless and unreliable, and he does not have the difficult and condescending orders of many descendants of the family, so he suddenly After receiving this treatment, he was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized the meaning of Li Mingyuan's words, and broke out in a cold sweat, trembling for a while...

Boss Chen hadn't been in the capital for a few months, so he didn't know that the capital had been turned upside down, but he suddenly heard that his colleague who had been in the Liyuan shop together somehow became a prince. Thinking about the clues before, he immediately guessed that the capital must have been in chaos up.

Qin Feng patted him on the shoulder reassuringly: "Boss Chen doesn't have to be like this. If you don't dislike him, you should call him later."

Li Mingyuan: "..."

Chen Ziyun: "..."

Poor Boss Chen didn't dare to speak when he saw Shizi's expression on his face.

Li Mingyuan forcefully pulled his hand back: "Then what are you doing here? Listening to a play?"

Qin Feng smiled and pointed to the stage: "The one who sings is the apprentice who is not talented, let me have a look."

Li Mingyuan frowned: "When did you accept your apprentice, why don't I know?"

The corners of Qin Feng's eyes slightly raised: "The son's words are interesting, why do I want you to know everything?"

This sentence is so reasonable that the son of the world is speechless, and can only find some ingenious excuses aggrieved: "The capital is in a mess, do you know that! The emperor invites all the ministers into the palace every day to discuss the abolition of the empress." Do you know about the matter? The barbarians are going to attack you while claiming to have peace talks, do you know? You don’t care about these things. You come to recruit apprentices? Can your apprentice settle the court for you and rule the world?"

Qin Feng listened to his nonsense with a smile, and when he couldn't find any reason, he lowered his eyes and smiled: "So what about my son? In this world, there are generations of passers-by. Whoever leaves can't live?"