The old man's palms were mottled, and he looked very embarrassed when he looked at them. However, Yun Zhong had been traveling in the world for many years, and he knew the secrets very well. Most sword practitioners would have to wear their palms dozens or hundreds of times before they dared to say that they were his. After practicing the sword for a while, the tiger's mouth cracked no less than a hundred and eight times, and the bloodstains and cracks, together with the damaged skin and flesh, were piled up in one place, forming yellow and red calluses and sores. When entering the world like this, others did not need to ask carefully. , you will know how much suffering this person has suffered during the sword and spear training season, and of course you need to look at him carefully. This is the minimum rule in the world.
This old man who has been drinking in Xuanhua City all year round, although he speaks very crazy words and often behaves strangely, which is very easy to make people annoying, but the palms of his hands are very clear and distinct. He has been away from the world for many years and has calluses. It faded away, resulting in the current mottled scene. Others may not have noticed it, but they only know that this old man often likes to grab those young men who seem to have just entered the world, brag about what he has seen, and trick him into drinking two bottles of wine, but In Yun Zhong's opinion, when the old man was young, he probably put in a lot of effort to hone his sword skills, and now his hands are mottled and shabby when the calluses fade away. This is the worst, but he may have been very skilled at that time.
Whether it was because some rabbits died and foxes were sad for their kind, or because he thought of the many miserable people he had seen in the rivers and lakes for many years, even Yunzhong himself didn't know what his mood was, but his thoughts about drinking suddenly became calm and he walked away. , and then took the green cow outside the door again, and walked away slowly.
It was at the time when Huanglong had disturbed his mind and made him extremely depressed that Yun Zhong remembered something. The letter that the man in the village had delivered to him had to be delivered to someone else, even though he had just met the Qiao that day. Miss Lan's expression was very strange, and because she was cared for by Zhu Kuai and Gao Yong, she didn't say much. But probably based on Miss Qiao Lan's clever mind, she could probably taste some of it. It was something that couldn't be rushed. The young man was not too anxious. He resisted the yellow dragon in his mind and forced himself to sit upright and glanced at the top of Baiqiong Tower.
There is also a woman leaning on the window lattice upstairs, leaning her head into the street. Her face and facial features are lively and lively, but there is no trace of happiness in her expression. Instead, her face is gradually becoming sad, and her eyebrows are lowered.
Their eyes happened to be facing each other, and the young man didn't know how to greet her for a moment, so he scratched his messy hair, grinned, waved to the woman, and then didn't say a word. He continued to sit on the cow's back, swaying towards himself. Go to his mansion.
It was still early in the day, and there were no pedestrians in the streets yet. Except for watchmen and those who came to the door with urgent matters, there were no people in a hurry. In this world where everyone has no shortage of money and effort, it seems that all the years in the world are gone. Stopping here, the businessman who had not returned from Baiqionglou yesterday woke up in a house decorated with fine satin and filled with jade stoves. He sent someone to bring some sobering tea to quench his thirst a little. Afterwards, I slept peacefully again with my head resting on warm jade, not caring about the sky getting brighter. Living here in a state of intoxication and dreaming is a very ordinary thing. It is completely different from the scene in ordinary towns and villages where everyone is crowing.
There is no need to worry about big and small things. People who work hard for months can probably only get money for a bottle of drink. If this is the case, there is no need to worry about everything.
Heart.
Qiao Lan walked slowly back to the house. Hearing the light footsteps in the building, he knew that some women or the young master who had stayed out all night had woken up. They did not dare to make any noise, so the servants in the building had to put the soles of their boots on the ground. I got some cotton soles, so my footsteps were silent and my movements were even more brisk. I could only hear a little wind from the corners of my clothes, but nothing else. This is an unwritten rule in the building. After all, the shopkeeper rarely takes care of such things. At first, a servant disturbed the rest of a prominent young master. It happened that the young master did not go as well as he wanted last night and happened to be disturbed. Qingmeng, when he picked up a cane, slapped the boy on his back in front of everyone. He was so weak that he almost died.
After that, all the servants and servants in the building knew that in order to avoid suffering pain or harming their lives, they had to put soft cotton on the soles of their boots. Even when opening and closing the door, they had to be careful, for fear of annoying these people. The eccentric high-ranking young man in the building.
After calming down, Qiao Lan sat back down again, picked up the letter, and carefully recalled the actions of the bull riding boy just now.
It was obvious that they had just seen each other from a distance, but had no friendship. When the young man raised his head, he twitched the corner of his mouth, silently handed out a few words, and then left slowly without any hesitation.
Others may not necessarily understand the meaning of the words in the young man's mouth, but Qiao Lan does not. In Baiqiong Tower, he always has a lot of boring free time. Compared with others, he always orders the servants to get some snacks and fruits, drinks tea and chats. He was secretly gossiping about what others said, or he was talking about the young man who came to have fun in the building, how good his skills were, and how capable he was. However, Qiao Lan was different. When having fun, she mostly closed the door of the room by herself, or walked in front of her. Go to Tinglan's house and bring two or three volumes of letters. With the Baiqionglou family's wealth, it is certainly not difficult to find some rare letters. What's more, many of the princes, princes, and grandsons who come to the building have accumulated a lot of literature and ink. After all, Mr. teaches, and he also has a Grades 369 and 369 have strong talents and shallow talents. Rich families naturally invite gentlemen who look like open-mouthed teapots to teach younger students. They need to be rich in literature and ink, and it is especially important to speak clearly during the teaching season.
This was convenient for Qiao Lan, who had been fond of reading and writing since childhood. She often went to borrow a few volumes and sat in the middle of the house. From reading poems and scriptures to supernatural and weird customs, from the folk customs to the flowers and plants, she spent several days reading. They didn't have half a day to spare, but Ting Lan was so tormented that she also had some thoughts of reading. The two of them were often in the house, reading books and reading books, and learned a lot of knowledge. In fact, the tide was rising. Of course the shopkeeper is happy to see this. Most of the people who come and go all day long are from wealthy families after all. Except for those dudes who spend their days idle fighting dogs and training eagles, their knowledge is definitely not that of the poor and remote people, and they can only learn from copying and describing articles. A scholar from a humble family is more than a star and a half higher than a person like Qiao Lan Ting Lan, who already has an excellent appearance and figure. If he saves three or five jars of literature and ink in his belly, it will be useless for those who are accustomed to seeing nothing but no talent and learning. A vulgar woman, no less than a woman who has drank clear water for several years, suddenly sees strong poisonous wine.
When it enters the throat, he is so horny that he grabs all the internal organs in one place. Even though the poisonous poison attacks and burns all over his body, not even a piece of good meat is left. He always thinks about squandering all his wealth into just two or three cups of poison. Among the drinks, one is trying to earn a few days of silver, and the other is to make money
These two stunning women are always in my heart.
It is precisely because the shopkeeper is very good at guessing other people's thoughts and understands why many businessmen who are clearly married often go to brothels for a few times. This is why Qiao Lan and Ting Lan often read books, but no one To stop them, on the contrary, if the two of them wanted something, the people in the building would rush outside and spend a lot of money to deliver the scroll to them.
The home-brewed Xianling rice wine, no matter how it quenches thirst and relieves the heat, is not as powerful as the wine outside for alcoholics. Three bowls of strong wine are enough to make you drunk for a long time. Most people are born in this world without knowing it. It is a common problem that we know and even become accustomed to. Even if the spring and autumn change hundreds or thousands of times, it will not be eliminated.
It is said in the book of Baicao that if you take Tinglan grass pulp and dip it into the pen tip, the handwriting will not show when it is roasted, and the oil will not appear. You can only get the blood from the fingertips of a woman with body Yin. You can also take fresh Ling Ting orchid and bury it for half a day before you can see the Ting. The handwriting written by the orchid grass paste is unknown to outsiders, but Qiao Lan, who is familiar with the Baicao Pu, was shaken after the young man silently uttered a few words.
Although he didn't know why this young man with whom he had never been friends uttered the words "tinglanjiang", Qiao Lan had already guessed that the letter was probably very strange, and that there might be a way to escape from it. There was no need to think too much. In an instant, Qiao Lan's heart skipped a beat, but he did not rush to open the letter or unroll it. Instead, he thought about it for a moment, then slowly opened the door and put the letter back intact. place, and then slowly walked out of the house and went to Tinglan's room.
The young man on the seventh floor was waiting in the dark for the young master who had not returned. After Qiao Lan left, he walked to the door of the latter's house on his own and picked up the letter that he had never seen. He hesitated for a moment, but it was The steps were gentle again, the letter was put back in its place, and he quickly walked to the third floor.
There are not many spies in Xuanhua City, not to mention that there is just a Baiqiong Building under the nose. There are often people in the building who want to take risks, whether they are women in rich clothes or servants who often want to take advantage of them, but unless they are the shopkeepers I never paid attention to the fact that the rest of them had not succeeded after many years. They were all due to the secrets set up by the shopkeeper in the building, which were spread up and down without any omissions.
"She is the woman imprisoned in the building, and everyone's family background has been clearly investigated by the person above. The shopkeeper can rest assured that the girl Qiao Lan has not shown any signs of it except that she seems to dislike the family letter. Strange, I went to Tinglan's house early in the morning, probably just to have a nice chat, and definitely not cause any trouble."
The young man lowered his head and smiled flatteringly. The middle-aged man in front of him, who had already released the palm-sized young falcon out of the cage, frowned and held the young falcon up with two fingers, thinking about it for a while.
"In your opinion, since Qiao Lan doesn't care about this family letter, why not burn it directly to avoid future troubles."
But after saying that, the man still smiled to himself and waved to the boy in front of him.
"It doesn't matter, just leave her a letter from home. It's more or less difficult for the woman in this building. Seeing that she is getting older, she has to think about accumulating some virtue."
