The dawn in Xiganling is quite different from that in Saibei.
The fog is still misty, and the long street is full of pounding sounds, and it is the earliest craftsmen who get up. The iron is next to the yellow clay stove, the earlier the time, the cooler it will be.
Afterwards, the streets gradually became bustling with oilcloths erected on bamboo poles, soup cookers and pancake makers, and Xiao Jia went out to do the first business in the morning. While the beans were being thrown into the pot, a visitor came, clutching his sleeves and wiping the tables and stools, with a courteous expression on his face.
As far as the eye can see, not far away is a young man strutting in the courtyard, so tall, his handsomeness is mixed with sleepiness.
Huo Linfeng came belatedly, sat down with his robe lifted, and Du Zheng just poured a bowl of rough tea. He drank it with his neck up, and waited for a bowl of filling breakfast. Not long after, two bowls of rice flour soup, a pile of steamed chestnuts, and a pile of pickled vegetables were served on the table.
Du Zheng peeled the chestnuts, it was really hot: "Hey, the food in Jiangnan takes a lot of work."
Peeling one and eating one, the young master Huo Linfeng acted cheerfully. He casually looked around and saw a hexagonal building by the river.
Just looking at it, the door of the hexagonal building was opened, and some men came out one after another. Dressing and dressing are all rich and noble, it seems that they are gentle and gentle, if they are cash-strapped, they are definitely not qualified to stay overnight.
The men turned their heads three times a step at a time. All the flower windows in the building were also opened, skirt hairpins waved their fans to send each other off, and Yeye called out with flying eyes, embellishing the sparkling long river with affectionate concubine.
Du Zheng was fascinated: "Master, the sisters in Jiangnan are really charming..."
Huo Linfeng joked: "What, want to have some fun?"
Du Zheng shook his head violently, the cloth strips wrapped around the bun were about to loosen. At this time, the shopkeeper interjected: "You two are from outside, right? This meal costs two copper coins for breakfast, and a cup of bland water in Chaomulou costs seven taels of silver."
Du Zheng leaned over in shock: "Master, let's—" The master's face was cold, he hurriedly fell silent. I said silently in my heart, the Xiaochun Terrace in Saibei is also very charming, but I never asked for prices.
He turned his head and said coyly, "Shopkeeper, you Jiangnan is really rich."
The shopkeeper waved his hand: "It's all about eating and dressing warmly. No one dares to go to Chaomulou. The people who go there are all high-ranking officials and young masters." Looking at Huo Linfeng, he seemed to be on the same page, "However, Chaomulou has a monthly meeting. At that time, everyone can come to join in the show, just to see if they can squeeze in."
Huo Linfeng ate quietly, and he was not interested in the ostentatious Fengyue Restaurant or the hidden doors in the back alleys. However, there was one place where he was curious from the moment he saw it, and just as he was about to ask, five or six households flocked to him, and the shopkeeper hurriedly greeted him.
The two master and servant left and walked along the street, eager to see some rare things. They passed a lively small restaurant called "Lun Tea House", and the people inside clapped their ears. The doors and windows are open, and Xiao Er is walking around with a large teapot. In front of him, there is an entertainer telling a story.
Listen carefully, it is about Bingdihua, a pair of sisters in Chaomu Tower.
Huo Linfeng complained, are there all the people in Xiganling? Enter the museum, find a table to sit, and listen to the artist's spiel flying around. After a speech, the other party comes with a small bowl to ask for a reward.
Du Zheng was in a hurry: "Young master, save some money!" After selling a horse, the rent has not yet been paid, so I am so worried!
The artist bowed to thank him: "Young Master Xie, you can tell me what you want to hear."
This is what I was waiting for, Huo Linfeng said: "I want to listen to the Uncommon Palace."
The entertainer was taken aback for a moment, and all the guest officials around him laughed. Without him, they laughed at Huo Linfeng for wasting money. No one in Bufan Palace knows that a beggar is found in a corner, and given two copper coins, he can talk eloquently until noon, and also presents him with a song "Luo Li Lian".
The entertainer returned to the stage, patted the gavel lightly, and his voice was also quiet: "I'm eating here, and I'm talking about the extraordinary palace in broad daylight. If one of the disciples listens to me, catch me, cut me off, please ask the elders to get a piece of grass." Please fill in a small grave for me, I am very grateful."
Everyone laughed and booed in unison, and the hall fell silent.
He only listened to the human way of speaking, Bufan Palace lived in the south and east of the city, and all the disciples in the palace were skilled in sword riding and shooting. Xiganling seems to be prosperous, but there are no officers and soldiers patrolling the streets, no soldiers stationed in the city, and the masters in the city are neither officials nor soldiers, but the four palace masters of the Uncommon Palace.
Duan Huaike, the lord of the palace, is addicted to alcohol, but he is not a drunkard, and he looks like a handsome son. His inner strength is profound, within seven steps without using a single move, it can shock people's heart and lungs. The artist paused: "This ability can only be compared to the son of the Marquis of Dingbei who takes the head of a person like a bag."
Immediately, someone shouted: "The shopkeeper Hu who ran the business said that Chang'an has spread! The son of Dingbeihou cut off the head of the Turkic general, and he sleeps on his pillow every day!"
Huo Linfeng stared: "..." What kind of monster is he, sleeping with Mo Helu's head on his pillow, what is he doing, talking to that dead man
The artist said again: "The Lord of the Three Palaces, Lu Zhun, is clever and handsome, rich in wealth, known as the Little God of Wealth, but all the money is obtained from robbery."
Huo Linfeng secretly thought that it just so happened that the young man had a lot of background, robbed and killed the guards, and robbed officials and wealth, and the extraordinary palace was indeed rampant. Du Zheng came over: "Master, why didn't you say it after the Second Palace Mistress?"
Huo Linfeng said: "The shadow of swords and swords in the rivers and lakes, maybe they have already died in Huangquan."
The entertainer smiled: "Don't worry, let me talk about Diao Yuliang, the lord of the fourth palace. He is not as good as his name. He has no tenderness of precious jade, no kindness and compassion, and he is like a gunpowder tube at a young age. It will explode at the touch of a button." After a pause, the volume became lower. , "These people are all murdered, they are extremely vicious, and countless people have been killed."
As for the second palace master, Kouyi said: "These four people like wine, sex, wealth, and energy. As the name suggests, the second palace master must blindly 'sex'."
This person's name is Luoyun, he lives in seclusion, and is rather mysterious. His older sister, Rong Duanyu, is the courtesan of Chaomulou. The elder sister is a prostitute, and the younger brother is a bandit. They are such shameless siblings.
Two years ago, in the late autumn, Rong Luoyun's animal nature became violent, and he committed fifteen murders in Xiaoyang City. After ruining people, he even carved his name on the bedside. Not only in Xiaoyang City, but also in the south of the big river, all kinds of flower picking cases have left his name of Rong Luoyun.
After the speech, no one raised any objections, which shows that everyone knows it. Huo Linfeng understood at this moment. At the night banquet at Qu Luan Terrace, Shen asked what he meant by "bully entanglement".
The universe is bright and clear, the bandits are able to defeat the soldiers, relying on the height of the mountains and the emperor's distance, is it possible to make this Xiganling "Little Chang'an"
Leaving Lun Tea House, Huo Linfeng lost the desire to wander around, and went back home, bored in the inn and closed the door. Seeing this, Du Zheng leaned against the bed and asked, "Young master, what are your plans?"
Huo Linfeng said in the bed: "It's your turn to ask?"
Du Zheng murmured: "I thought Xiganling was peaceful, but I was worried that there would be big troubles hidden." He put up a small mattress for Huo Linfeng, "It's really dangerous to go alone, it's safer to take over as soon as possible."
Huo Linfeng scolded in a low voice: "If you keep rambling on, your mouth will be shut!"
Du Zheng covered his mouth and kept silent, that's all, this master didn't even listen to the young master's words, he had big ideas. He lit a piece of incense to rest his mind, then nestled by the side of the couch, and kept watch during the day and night.
On the high bed with soft pillows, Huo Linfeng lingered until late at night, when the watchman knocked on the bang, he woke up. Feeling in the dark, clean face and change clothes, chew three pieces of steamed pastry to satisfy hunger. Du Zheng hastily lit the lamp and saw clearly: "Master, why did you change into night clothes?"
Huo Linfeng said: "Going out at night, what to wear if you don't wear night clothes."
There is no need to wear this when going out at night, it must be obtained by flying over the eaves and walls, Du Zheng was shocked: "Master, I don't know the place, where are you going?"
Huo Linfeng imitated: "Go and go back, explore the Bufan Palace." After a while, the furnishings in the house have not changed, and the windows are half open, but people can't even find the afterimage.
There are hundreds of light skills in the world, but Huo Linfeng's unique skill is "Shenlong Wuxuan", which can break through the clouds by imitating the wind when he comes and goes, and he arrives at the foot of Lengsang Mountain in a short time.
The night is thick, like a plate of insoluble ink, the door of the Extraordinary Palace is closed, and the other three sides are hidden among the dense trees. Huo Linfeng moved under the door, holding his breath and kicking up the stone wall, as if the side branches were slanting, and when it reached the top, it just landed on a side wall.
There is a person guarding every twenty steps, and there are three sub-doors inside the outer door. There are lamps burning on both sides of the road, and there is an evil spirit. He jumped three gates in a row, approached a section, and passed through an open field. The hall behind was dark with lights, and there was no one there at the moment.
A row of dense bamboo along the road, the rustling of bamboo leaves muffles trivial sounds. He sneaked into the main garden, walked through the corridors and climbed the beams, his willful energy was more arrogant than Lu Zhun Jiedao. Suddenly, he heard the powerful internal energy, and when he came closer, he smelled the mellow aroma of wine, walked outside the door, and caught a glimpse of Duan Huaike, the lord of the palace.
The real energy in his breath travels farther than the smell of wine, this man's martial arts are unfathomable.
Fortunately, Shenlong is invisible and silent, otherwise, there will be a fierce battle. As soon as Huo Linfeng withdrew, three or five disciples came galloping towards him. He quickly disappeared among the bamboos, and when he touched a hairball with long fangs and blue eyes, it turned out to be an obese bobcat.
Huo Linfeng clamped the cat's mouth with his palm, like a horse wearing a title, so he couldn't make a sound. The lynx was fierce, but the barbarian was clutching it alive, half dead, and almost passed his breath into the beast's way.
The team headed west, Huo Linfeng headed east, and found the next garden. The plaque reads "Zangjin Pavilion", with thick candles and crepe candles inside, and gilt lamps on the porch, which is as luxurious as Dingbei Hou's mansion.
The windows are slightly open, the curtains are long, and Lu Zhun sleeps on his back, like a full-fledged dog. Huo Linfeng jumped into the room, treated him in the same way as he did, took brocade cloth, collected gold and silver, and filled his bowl full.
Stepping out of the Tibetan Golden Pavilion and passing through the grass garden and water pavilion, you can see the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. He passed under the rockery, avoiding the disciples who were patrolling all the way, and reached the depths of the extraordinary palace aimlessly.
In front of the hidden mountain, the trees are like a cover, and there is a garden there, two or three gauze lights are dim, and a nest of magpies are chirping, so simple that one can't help but eat. Huo Linfeng really slowed down and walked, thinking carefully about who lived here.
Suddenly, like a gust of wind blowing flowers, a white shadow floated out of the garden.
He was startled, and he suddenly learned the formula of locking his breath, and hid among the trees and remained motionless.
Seeing it secretly, it was actually one person. That person bears the bright moon and the clear light, wearing a moon-white gauze robe, and the thin waist tied tightly between the layers is looming. His hands are empty, a silver silk crown is lightly tied behind his head, and the rest of his black hair melts into the thick night like a cloud, and his whole body is as light as a white feather, like a flying swallow with fluttering wings.
Suddenly, the man turned around in mid-air and swung back, revealing a face.
Brown eyebrows and white skin, cold as a bright moon, and the tip of the straight nose is slightly red, which seems to be due to the cool wind. The lips are slightly parted, making people wonder what kind of natural voice these thin lips are accompanied by, and swinging, the exquisite chin is retracted, and the body is turned around immediately.
At that moment, Huo Linfeng caught a glimpse of the other person's eyes, which made him startled.
All of a sudden, I only feel the light and shadow of the Milky Way... losing to that little star in my eyes.