This young man is about twenty-eight or nine years old. He is a young scholar. He is wearing a blue shirt that has been washed white and has a bamboo flute tied around his waist. It seems that he doesn't care about the poor life. The young man was always playing with a folding fan in his hands, and the folding fan shook, opened and closed suddenly, revealing the image of a beautiful woman on the fan surface. This folding fan is gorgeous and precious, which is in stark contrast to his cold clothes, and the frivolous beauty fan face is not commensurate with his cold expression. But the strange thing is that these kinds of inconsistencies reveal an inexplicable harmony, which makes this young man even more graceful and handsome.
The young man drank a few more glasses of wine, and sang in a low voice: "Melancholy dreams of Yushan and the moon are slanting, the lonely lamp shines on the wall behind the window screen, the small building and the high pavilion thank the mother's family. I think about what the jade looks like, a spring snow-frozen plum blossom, covered with fragrant mist The morning glow of the cluster. (Note 1)”
His voice was a little hoarse, but when he sang this song, he sang it in a low voice and sent deep affection. The restaurant was full of friends, but with his singing, it was full of silence. His voice was not high, but it was a human People can hear clearly, and they all listen carefully, and some people tap the beat gently to the tune. As soon as the second sentence was sung, the beautiful and moving flute sounded from the building, and the flute sound was accompanied by the singing, which became more and more ecstatic.
After the song was sung, the flute did not stop, and then the clear and transparent voice of a woman resounded in the building. The woman sang the song sung by the young man again. Although it was the same tune and sentence, the details were different. There were a lot of changes, and the woman's singing turned to the heart, and the deep meaning of the words was vividly interpreted, making everyone in the building forget what day and night it was.
The young man closed his eyes slightly, savoring the splendid singing voice. After a long time, the singing voice dissipated, and a light footstep stopped at the door of the wing room. He opened his eyes and sighed: "It must be the girl like a dream, alas, girl. A daughter of singing and dancing is hard to buy, but now she is showing her singing voice in this small restaurant, if it is known to Jianye's romantic children, it will definitely be a sigh of relief."
When the bamboo curtain was picked, a girl wearing a red Zhaojun suit floated in, behind her was a maid in blue clothes and a sturdy and majestic man. This girl was able to enter the wing, and the maid in azure robe helped her take off the Zhaojun gown. The girl was long and jade-like, wearing a simple and unpretentious long skirt of white satin that dragged the floor, like a white lotus blooming silently. The girl was in her early twenties, with a beautiful and elegant appearance. For the time being, her skin was slick and her eyebrows were like leaves, but with those clear and bright eyes, there were all kinds of amorous feelings. She stepped forward and bowed gracefully: "My concubine is Liu Rumeng, and I have seen Mr. Song Yusong."
The young man smiled slightly, got up and said, "Ms. Liu, like a dream painting, is famous for singing and dancing in the south of the Yangtze River. Song is just a prodigal son of a poor family. The meaning of inferiority.
The girl sighed lightly, her brows showed a faint look of sadness, her bright eyes flowed, and she felt even more distressed, she whispered: "My concubine is in Qinhuai to entertain people, but she is always being rejected and bullied, this time Nan Chu The army repelled the Yong army, and all Qinhuai's brothel and painting boats discussed together that on the first day of the Yuan Dynasty, an oiran contest would be held at Xuanwu Lake, and three people would be selected to be named the champion, second place and third flower. From now on, only these three people can be called the oiran lady. In the past, everyone was in their own way. As long as there were more people in attendance, they could be honored as oiran by their peers. This time is different from the past. The sisters need to perform on the spot, and then they will be tasted by the distinguished guests in the lake. The winner is famous in the south of the Yangtze River. The loser has no face ever."
The young man said lightly: "Ms. Rumeng is both beautiful and talented, who doesn't know Qin Huai, so why worry about it."
There seemed to be tears in Liu Rumeng's eyes, and she said, "The concubine has always been alone and unfettered. Qinhuai Qinglou is now vaguely confronted by two heroes, Wanhualou and Yueyingxuan will not give in to each other, this time in order to compete for the oiran , both sides have tried their best, and Wanhualou is worth it. The top brand Qiuyan girl they launched, Seyi is not under the concubine, but the Xiao Erniang of Yueyingxuan has designed various designs to force the concubine to join, and the concubine is not. Yun, they used their tricks and stole the new words that the concubine obtained for this event. If the concubine was at the Xuanwu Lake event, she could only sing some clichés. I was ridiculed by others. After thinking about it, only Mr. Song can help me, and please have mercy on me."
The young man frowned and said: "You should know that although I often write poems for others, most of them are for the girls of Wanhualou. I have a good relationship with Wanhualou, and this time it is very important. If I help you, wouldn't I offend the landlord Wan, and Qinhuai who doesn't know that Qin Erniang of Yueyingxuan is ruthless, if I hurt her, I'm afraid I can no longer live in Qinhuai, Rumeng girl, you should know Song some grief."
Liu Rumeng covered her face and said: "If there are no four or five new words, I'm afraid it will be difficult to support. In a hurry, where did the concubine buy these many gorgeous new words, alas, is it really going to be a complete defeat for the concubine this time? After all, I, Liu Rumeng, is not as good as Liu Piaoxiang. I think that when Piaoxiang girl danced all over the city, she was unique on the Qinhuai River. I remembered the legend of her proud prince and denounced the king of Han. Rumeng always felt heartbroken and always wanted to imitate Piaoxiang. Sister Yingzi, now it seems, is just a dream."
When the young man heard the words, the deepest sorrow flashed in his eyes, it disappeared in an instant, and then he sighed: "Miss Rumeng has such an ambition, Song admires, if the girl doesn't dislike it, Song would rather accompany the dressing table, write lyrics and compose for the girl, but I don't know if the girl lacks a piano teacher, but Song's piano skills are quite impressive."
Liu Rumeng originally saw that her last hope was cut off, so she couldn't help but speak her heart. Unexpectedly, Song Yu suddenly agreed to write lyrics for her, and she was even more willing to be her servant under her skirt. She couldn't help but be overjoyed, put down her sleeves, and put on her beautiful face. Tears filled her eyes, and she burst into tears at this moment, smiling more and more beautifully. She stepped forward and pulled Song Yu's sleeve and said, "Aiya, if Mr. Song is willing to condescend, like a dream, he would like to be his teacher and listen to his teachings respectfully."
Seeing her look of surprise, Song Yu only felt that his mind was swayed, and he couldn't hold himself back. He was in the brothel fireworks in order to anesthetize himself. For those Yingying Yanyan, it was just a show, and the most indulgent time was only The hands and eyes are gentle, although the body is surrounded by flowers, the heart is like an ancient well without waves. Although Liu Rumeng has always been famous, but he has a knot in his heart. As soon as he heard that the woman's surname was Liu, he deliberately avoided it. He has never met so far, and he never expected to see him today. The beauty that he has admired for a long time, why not let him be fascinated.
Song Yu, originally the son of Nanchu Hanmen, whose real name is Song Min, was already a scholar at the age of twelve, and was hailed as a genius by the village. He was rescued by Liu Piaoxiang, a famous prostitute in the south of the Yangtze River, and left him to be a servant on the Piaoxiang painting boat. Although he was young at that time, he had a heart of admiration for Liu Piaoxiang. For the infatuation in his heart, he was willing to stay on the painting boat and perform low-ranking servants. Although he had no chance to get close to the beautiful woman, Liu Piaoxiang's frown and smile were all the same. The most precious memory in his heart. Because he always pays attention, even he knows a little about Liu Piaoxiang and Jiang Zhe's affair. Although he is happy that Liu Piaoxiang can match his beloved, the pain in his heart cannot be lessened. After Liu Piaoxiang left the painting boat, he left sadly, so he avoided the slaughter that came later. Later, he joined the secret camp by chance, but was horrified to learn that Liu Piaoxiang had disappeared. In order to take revenge for his sweetheart, he concentrated on training hard. Although his aptitude for martial arts training was not average, but with his unremitting efforts, he was finally promoted to the Eight Horses, and was given the name of Jiang Zhe over the round.
The Eight Horsemen of the Secret Camp, the Dragon Group, and Chi Ji are the most valuable to Jiang Zhe. They are talented in general and value friendship. Robber Li has a firm temperament and is calm in dealing with things, but he is cold on the outside and hot on the inside. , commanding the main combat power of the secret battalion; the dark group, Shanzi is good at secret weapons, and even abandoned martial arts for it later, but the assassination plan of the secret battalion and dark group often relies on his support, Qu Huang, with a plain appearance, It is easy to forget, and often only notices his presence before the enemy is on the verge of death; Yin group, Hua Liu, has a peaceful appearance and is easy to get close to, but his mind is meticulous. Can be ruthless to the extreme, green-eared, bright and friendly in appearance, but in fact shrewd and capable, good at business.
Yu Lun is the most special person in the Eight Horses. He was originally the leader of the tiger group and was under Bai Yi. It can be said that his martial arts are outstanding in the secret camp, and he should have been the same as Huo Yi. Ming Huo kills people persistently, but he prefers to be an assassin. Originally, Jiang Zhe thought he was not suitable for the dark group because of his outstanding appearance, but later, everyone had to admit that he was the best assassin. The folding fan in his hand is his weapon. The fan bone of the folding fan is made of fine steel. The hidden weapon of the steel needle in the middle can directly take the enemy's vital points when facing the enemy. There are countless masters who died under this folding fan. However, Yu Lun mostly used the method of sneak attack to control the enemy. He planned carefully and laid out meticulously, and his shots never failed. No one knew it was his hand. And from the time of his debut, he used his bohemian behavior to cover up his true colors. In addition, he was so talented that he wrote poems and filled lyrics in a flash, and lingered in the fireworks and willow alleys when he had a little spare time. This kind of indulgent behavior , became his best cover up. On the surface, he is a lofty scholar and a dissolute prodigal son, but no one thought that he would be a hard-hearted assassin.
The disciples of the secret camp officially left their apprenticeships in the 22nd year of Nanchu Xiande’s first year, and the sixth year of Dayong Longsheng, that is, two years ago, according to the original ten-year agreement, the secret camp disciples could be free to go to their own The life they wanted, even before that, Chi Ji and Hua Liu had officially left the secret camp, and Pirate Li had devoted more of his energy to Hai's shipping. Although they were freed, almost all of the people in the secret camp chose to continue to be loyal to Jiang Zhe. After all, whether they wanted to get wealth or wealth, it was not difficult to follow Jiang Zhe, not to mention that their loyalty to Jiang Zhe was deeply rooted. Yu Lun is almost the only exception. He is one of the Eight Horses. He is already one of Jiang Zhe's named disciples. The Dayong kingdom is flourishing, and Jiang Zhe is in full swing. With this status, he can get almost everything he dreams of. However, he chose to leave the secret camp and return to Jianye, the capital of Southern Chu, to spend the rest of his life. Yu Lun didn't know whether Jiang Zhe had any plans to silence him, but in the end he returned to Jianye safely and lived the life he wanted. In comparison, among the Eight Horses, his loyalty to Jiang Zhe is the weakest. He left the secret camp and Jiang Zhe, not for Nan Chu or other reasons. In fact, if Jiang Zhe forced him to stay, he would also There is no resistance, he just wants to go back to the original beginning.
After leaving the secret camp, Yu Lun's life soon fell into a predicament. All he learned in the secret camp was killing conspiracies, and he alone did not learn how to make a living. He is no longer used to being low-key, let alone relying on strength to make a living. His only talent is killing people, but he doesn't even know how to contact the assassination business. In addition, he can only write poetry and fill in lyrics, but he doesn't bother to exchange poetry for money, not to mention that he didn't even know when he was in the secret camp. Heavy money, gold and silver are often squandered quickly, if it is not for a deal when he is about to leave, I am afraid he can only leave empty-handed.
After getting rid of the fetters, Yu Lun went to the Qinhuai River almost directly. With his extraordinary bearing and handsome appearance, coupled with his outstanding literary talent and a lot of money in his pocket, he soon became a good guest on the Qinhuai River. Every day, he lingers in the wind and moon, leaning on red kuma green, drinking and singing and dancing, and sings and dances in his spare time. His poems are elegant and moving, lingering and sad, and ordinary singers can sing one song well, and it can also be popular for half a month. Later, he had all the money in his pocket. If it wasn't for the red cards in the brothel often asking him for poems, and then giving them gold and silver, I'm afraid he would have been empty.
Even so, it didn't take long for him to be impoverished, and he fell into such a predicament from the status of fine clothes and food, and a hundred responses. If ordinary people can't help but feel bitter and regretful, Yu Lun is happy, and he lived in such poverty for a whole year and a half. Until Qu Huang went to Jianye to do business one day, knowing that he was living in seclusion here, he came to visit him specially, seeing him in such poverty, Qu Huang was almost stunned. As a result, Qu Huang, who was always taciturn, couldn't help but drag him to the restaurant for a night of drinking, and then left almost all the gold and silver on his body and disappeared without a trace. A month later, Qu Huang appeared again, but brought an assassination mission. Since then, Yu Lun's life has changed. Every once in a while, he will get various tasks from the Tianji Pavilion or the secret camp. These tasks are concentrated near Jianye, and most of them are quite difficult. Tianji Pavilion has quite a few industries in Jianye, and the secret camp has frequent activities in Jianye, but after leaving the secret camp for more than one round, I don’t know the details. A period of luxurious life has kept him from being impoverished.
Yu Lun accepted this change without hesitation. Although he had changed from the former head of the secret camp to the tool he was driven to today, he did not complain or regret the slightest. The flame of his life seemed to have been alive more than ten years ago. Burned out, only in the Qinhuai Fengyue, Yulun can feel peace and joy. In fact, sometimes, Yu Lun himself didn't understand why he was like a moth flying into a fire with no regrets. Whenever he tried to figure it out, there was always a bright face that he could never forget.
Until today, in this ordinary restaurant, when he met Liu Rumeng, he felt that his life seemed to be in waves again. The appearance of this woman did not have any resemblance to Liu Piaoxiang, but when she poured out her heartfelt feelings Afterwards, Yu Lun realized that this woman's temperament and amorous feelings were very similar to the person he dreamed of, and only for this reason could he agree to stay by this woman's side, completely forgetting the task he took over three months ago. How dangerous and unpredictable. Thinking of this, his gaze towards Liu Rumeng became more and more sad.
Liu Rumeng was as careful as a hair, so she could naturally sense the changes in his emotions. She had already heard about this young Song Yu. Many sisters on the Qinhuai River had mentioned this person to her, but for some reason, the two of them never met. She also thought about whether Song Yu wanted to avoid it, but she felt that it was impossible. The sisters all said that Song Yu was an odd person. Although he was crying every day when he sang songs, he was drunk with Qin Huai, and he hugged him left and right in the Fengyue Field. She was not arrogant in the face of these women who made a living by selling laughter, but treated each other as friends, not like those men who were looking for fun in Qinhuai. A careful sister once said that although this Mr. Song was among the flowers, he was never really happy. Even if he was greasy and fragrant, he could not hide his coldness, and even if he laughed and laughed, he could not hide the pain in his eyes. . Liu Rumeng was originally half-believing, but today she saw it and found out that it was indeed the case. I just don't know why he is so heartbroken in his first year, so that the pearl is dusted.
However, Song Yu's secrets can be discovered slowly, Liu Rumeng said politely: "Since Mr. has agreed to Rumeng, why don't you go back with Rumeng now, alas, Yueyingxuan has always been arrogant and unreasonable, if you let them know that Mr. I am afraid there will be something unspeakable.”
Yu Lun retracted his gaze and said lightly, "I don't care about the people from Yueyingxuan, girl, please go back first, and I will meet you at the painting boat tomorrow."
Liu Rumeng wanted to persuade him again, but seeing Song Yu's cold expression and an irresistible aura of awe in his brows, his thoughts turned back and forth, and he bowed gracefully, "In that case, my concubine is on the boat waiting for Mr. "
Yu Lun turned his back and raised his glass to invite the moon. His heart was sour, and he couldn't help but whisper: "The affectionate son of the past, now I am afraid that there is only a newcomer Yan Ruyu in his eyes. How can I still remember the desolation of the ancient tomb in Jianye City. Miss Liu, the original I thought that no one in the world would remember you except me, and I never imagined that you still have a confidant in today’s world.”
Just as the reincarnation was nine rounds, someone laughed and picked up the curtain and said, "Brother Song, this time you have shown your face for your brother, thank you for your idea, why are you in this small place on such a good day? Wronged, how about it, how about going to Yueyingxuan to have a few drinks with me?"
A trace of coldness flashed in Yu Lun's eyes, and he smiled: "Brother Shang is serious, I just said casually, those important affairs of the country are their own people to worry about, why do we small people have a lot of trouble, drinking is fine, but Brother Shang is not Let's talk about those bad things."
That person is Shang Chengye. Although he is the only son of Shang Weijun, his status is precious, and then he is mediocre and obtuse. The people he encounters on weekdays are either flattering and flattering, or they are respected on the surface, but they are actually contemptuous. Although Shang Chengye is stupid, it has been a long time. Knowing that most of the people around him are hypocritical, only the friends he met in the Fengyue Field, although he often spoke coldly, only treated him as an ordinary person, and got along with him freely. So after hearing this, not only did he not get angry, but he smiled and pulled up the wheel and walked out, saying as he walked: "What's the matter, my father and the others will take care of the important military affairs, let's go, this time we must have a good time. Get drunk."
Yu Lun smiled slightly and let him pull him out.
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Note 1: "Huanxi Sand" by Wei Zhuang