The east wind is full of fragrance, and the mood is even more abundant.

Su Wu's calligraphy is over, and Zhuang Zhou is busy chasing the fallen flowers.

It’s better to be drunk every day with the remnant scenery, and it’s hard to measure the centrifugation inch.

It is the festival during the Yi Dynasty, and the old wandering souls broke the Baiyun Township.

"Everything with Gu Yunyou Envoy in Late Spring"

Tang: Cui Zhiyuan

——I am the dividing line—

In Yangzhou City, which has been heavily besieged for many days, Cui Zhiyuan, a Silla man who was talked about, was also lying in a songwriter's arms full of pink smell, and couldn't help but yawn; then he was hugged in his arms more and more intimately by the other party and said:

"Cui Lang must take care of himself..."

"What's the use of taking care of yourself? I don't know if I can see tomorrow... One day will be considered one day."

Cui Zhiyuan muttered in her arms half drunk and half awake.

After all, what happened in the past few months since the previous year was even more thrilling and ups and downs than the other years of the first half of his life. As a former guest of the Huainan Festival, he was forced to change his master several times and witnessed it with his own eyes, most of which had happened.

Therefore, Cui Zhiyuan is really tired and really scared. Although Yang Xingmin, the new owner of Guangling City, is not bad for them, who once agreed with the former subordinates of Ahjie and Lu Yong, and even has the intention of being respectful to the wise and humble. But what about the benefactors who died at the time, who were not similar in style?

Especially after seeing the lineup of the thief army outside the city with his own eyes, and who can only be passively beaten most of the time, but never see any direct attack on the city, and being carried down the flesh and blood corpses every day, who can still have much confidence and hope for the future of this Guangling City?

Of course, perhaps even with sufficient food and fodder in the city, the Shouhao army brought by Yang Xingmin could still resist it; but those soldiers who were incorporated from local cities were inevitably accompanied by the strong men who were drawn to the city walls, and the morale of being driven to the city wall every day was increasingly pessimistic and disappointed.

As one of the officials who personally participated in Jiyihe's books, he even vaguely knew some other less optimistic situations. For example, there were already signs of experiencing epidemics in many areas in the city; and the bodies of many soldiers who were suspected of "not adapting to the environment" were thrown from the city to the moat outside under the cover of night.

All these bad news and difficulties are torturing his spirit and body and getting worse; and the originally beautiful and gentle former Tanhualang (the handsome one among the Jinshi selected by the banquet rather than ranking), has become increasingly haggard. Only the warm embrace of these singers can help him find some comfort to escape reality and false peace of mind.

Of course, in a sense, these singer-songwriters who have been living in the fireworks in Huaiyang for a long time and advocate the role of actors are actually a very small number of people who care about his health and safety most sincerely. Because the war and military disasters brought to the Huai Zuo Mingdu by previous accidents are inevitably directly or indirectly reflected in these groups who entertain people with their senses.

Even the Yang Xingmin and Yang Liuhou, who claimed to be respectful to the wise and nobles, treated preferentially to the scholars in the city, and the county, were no exception and generous in using these ready-made resources of the sensual places and humble groups to reward and reward their soldiers;

Therefore, if Cui Zhiyuan had not been to visit this private house every now and then as an official from the yamen, they would have thought that the (water) boat girls between the twenty-four bridges and the (shore) peers, they would have been dragged into the military camps and garrisons near each gate, and there would be no chance to release them again.

Seeing Cui Zhiyuan's interest became increasingly low and dull. At this time, another young and somewhat cramped singer in the vicinity also plucked the strings of the guzheng again and played the "Spring Oriole" evolved from Taichangle, and the cheerful and active clanging sounds rippled in the air.

Because this song "Spring Oriole" was written by Emperor Gaozong of Tang Dynasty, Li Zhichen, who listened to the oriole singing, and ordered the palace musician Bai Mingda. Then, an older singer sang Zhang Hu's poem in a quiet and harmonious voice: "Before the willows in Xingqing pond bloom, Taizhen first put a branch of plum blossoms. The inner person has already sang the spring oriole, and the flowers are dancing softly."

Listening to these leisurely and bright singing, coupled with the faint sneering and joking of Zuojin as the background, Cui Zhiyuan's originally tight brows slowly relaxed; as if immersed in some kind of tranquility returning to his hometown, but I don't know if it was because of the young singer's lack of skill or a mistake, imitating the strings of the orioles' singing, it could never rise again after it reached its height. The cheerful orioles' singing tone turned into a bleak and intermittent whine sound; and suddenly woke Cui Zhiyuan up.

There was only a loud bang, but the older singer's palm was wrapped around the young singer's face, and a handprint was visible to the naked eye and he said sternly:

"It's fine if Furong, you don't learn skills and lose your future. Cui Langjun is rarely a good place to rest for a while. Are you going to ruin it?"

"Sanniang forgive me, please forgive me, please don't expel me from me. I'm willing to accept any punishment."

The young singer Furong couldn't help but pounce on her, her face was filled with tears and her face was scattered with her head pounding:

"Okay, okay, it's just a mistake, and it won't bother me or something."

Cui Zhiyuan waved his hand a little tired, but said:

"It is also Cui Langjun, your Bodhisattva heart that is used to her!"

The older Sanniang sighed a little disappointed:

"This little girl has a good face that can still be passed by. She is already incomplete in tone. Now her instrumental music is not good, how can she maintain her family and career in the future? If she meets those benefactors who pay special attention to decency and rules, she will probably suffer a lot or even lose her life."

Speaking of this, she turned around and said:

"Furong, can I keep you in my knees and be taken to the Xialang venue, and I will regret it only by relying on my flesh and blood to serve you? At least Cui Lang is still pitying you and is willing to take care of our restaurant at the moment..."

"Sanniang...No... what my mother taught me very well, Furong knew her mistake..."

Song Ji Furong also hugged her legs with tears in her eyes:

"I keep my uncle under my knees, but I'm just laughing at Cui Lang..."

Then Sanniang smiled dismally at Cui Zhiyuan:

"I am old and I am afraid I can't serve Cui Lang for a few years. Otherwise, I'd let my husband take Furong away, even if I'm a thick servant who makes a bed and folds a quilt."

"Sanniang, you are really... Zhou Aibei..."

Cui Zhiyuan, who witnessed all this but was suddenly involved in it, also smiled bitterly:

"But I am still in the future and my future is uncertain. How dare I delay other people's family easily... With Sanniang accompanying her to have a private relationship, don't expect too much."

"Is it true that even Cui Lang is not optimistic about the Yang Envoy?"

Sanniang said with a slightly frown:

"Although the envoy Yang treats me quite politely, he also has a kind reputation and a capable and capable attitude, but the characters under him may not be; and now he is trapped in the city; Yang Gong is more likely to rely on this generation."

Cui Zhiyuan couldn't say too much and said:

"I am just a woman with a little knowledge. I entrust you with Furong this time, hoping to live a day and not want to think too far away from others."

Sanniang's face changed slightly, but she turned her mouth and said with a sarcastic voice:

"If there are any mistakes and variables in the future, this child will have a few days of life; now it is not a delay, but it will drag you down the husband..."

Cui Zhiyuan smiled bitterly again, and said something while speaking, suddenly he heard a mess of footsteps outside, and then a stumbled figure rushed in, holding Cui Zhiyuan's sleeve and shouting:

"Gu Yun, something happened, something big happened... There is a big disaster in the city..."

Cui Zhiyuan couldn't help but look closely and was Zhang Qiao, a former colleague of Chizhou (now Guichi District, Chizhou City, Anhui Province). He was also an open-minded figure who was among the talented men in the southeast, such as Xu Tang, Yu Tanzhi, Juyan, Wu Han, Ren Tao, Zhou Yao, Zhang Feng, Zheng Gu, Li Qiyuan and Qiao, also known as the "Xiantong Ten Sages". Later, when he was secluded in Jiuhua Mountain, he was invited by the Huainan shogunate to serve as an official, and he met Cui Guangyuan and became a close friend.

Cui Zhiyuan turned from the former Lishui County (now Gaochun District, Nanjing City) lieutenant, Gao Huainan's command was mainly responsible for sending official documents and transferring official goods and other in-house inspectors. He finally obtained the title and title of constitutional title and honorary title of "The Censor of the Palace" on the grounds that "the Censor of the Palace is granted a red fish bag", but was rejected by most colleagues on the grounds that "the barbarians do not govern China". He has only talented writing but has not made any progress.

Later, he annoyed Gao Pian, who was justified by his advice because of his long-term dirty carvings, and was expelled from Chuzhou and Chuzhou twice. Later, after being summoned back, he never had the chance to meet the Prince Gao who was devoted to cultivating immortals. On the contrary, Lu Yongzhi, who was known as the Demonic Taoist, gave him a chance to pick up a pen or choose a knife...

Then after experiencing chaos and the withering of old friends, Zhang Qiao is now one of his few old friends, and he is now the military officer hired by the new secretary yamen. But I don’t know what kind of big things can make this always light Zhang Zhanjun, who is lame and bare-shirt, and has only a single shirt on his body, and he will come over to report the news regardless of everything?

After drinking several sips of the wine brought by Sanniang and relieving the depression in her chest and abdomen, Zhang Qiao turned red with a pale face and continued to speak:

"On the Noon Festival today, the guards and fang soldiers of the yamen suddenly dispatched the whole city to Dasuo. There were rumors inside the yamen that someone wanted to collude with the thief army outside the city and join forces inside and outside to present the city to the enemy."

"It is said that the main focus is on counting and checking the various troops in the old city; therefore, in the evening, hundreds of people from the school were summoned to the Ministry of Transportation and questioning, but they did not come out."

"I have a civil servant who is familiar with the Yunshu Department who was expelled, but I couldn't help but secretly go back to get things at night. But I accidentally ran into the back door and saw blood flowing in the dark ditch. I was so scared that my family didn't dare to go back, so I ran straight to my place."

"I then realized that all the yamen in the city were also blocked, and those who were on duty and not on duty were temporarily detained. Next, I am afraid that it will be our turn... I have to deal with it early."
Chapter completed!