The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 97: 1 tour here
He Xinliang Chapter 97 is here for a visit
The Fighting Swordsman in the Snow Author: Fenghuo Opera Princes
[Update time]2013-12-0701:35:18[Word count]3072
The young woman who was ranked second in the rouge critic's vice-review list by virtue of her talent, the young Wang Dafa, was second only to Xu Weixiong in the vice-review, but she had no news after she wrote "The First Snow in the East Chamber" , The clay cow is like a sinking sea, and there is no such thing as the imposing manner that all the gifted scholars and beautiful ladies in the world had to evade one. It should be known that even the empress in the Tai'an City Palace had worshipped the first snow, and the same was true of the Princess Jing'an who died in love in Xiangfan City. , Let alone how many ladies are obsessed with it. Liyang Furu wanted the boulder in his heart to fall to the ground. This woman finally stopped using words to harm the world. Only the royal family on Grandma Mountain in Chunshen Lake knows that in the past two years, my lady is not at Grandma Mountain at all. Regardless of wind and rain, no matter how heavy the frost and snow are, they have to go to the lakeside teahouse to sit for a while, looking east and north. A certain number, in the past, whenever a lady had unpleasant things in her heart, as long as the polo cuju swing was gone for a while, the swing could be as high as two stories, and even the bold men would be stunned when they saw it, but now it’s different, implicit Yu, sitting on the swing is always in a daze, and occasionally feels shocked that the swing hasn't moved, and then gently tiptoes. Several close maids who share her respect and inferiority but love sisters in private, know the reason, and they all hate the handsome man who seduced the young lady's soul back then. They also persuaded the young lady to write more poems, which is just random writing. The last few poems that have been relegated to "path" and "poetry" are also good. I don't know how many people are looking forward to it, but the lady just ignores it, especially in winter, talking about hibernation and sleeping. When I was old, except for the thunderous, I went to Linhu to look far, and then I returned to the study. I only read a few pages and said that I was sleepy. Or is it the Wang Dongxiang who dared to brag about "Before I picked up the pen, Yun Zhengxiawei, I went to see the sages and immortals, and after I picked up the pen, the ghosts and gods came to worship me during the day when Feng Qingyue”? Fortunately, the elders who have earned money and jade have never cared about these.
Grandma Mountain was dimly dusky. Some people went down the mountain and some went up the mountain. The person who went down the mountain was Wang Linquan, the richest man in Qingzhou, who had recently withdrawn from the salt and iron trading behind the Lianghuai River. His eyes were filled with tears and excitement. The man who left the boat and went up the mountain was a gray-headed son who came to Wang Chudong’s boudoir unknowingly. When a maid saw the clear-eyed man, her annoyance disappeared somehow, but it seemed that he was not like that back then. Like, at that time, he had a white robe and jade belt, and was so romantic and suave, and those Danfeng eyes felt like water. The woman in the boudoir who treats the word will tremble a few times when she sees it. See you again now, this maid. Intuition seems like he has changed a lot. As for what has changed, I don’t know. It’s just charming and clear. It’s a bit more heart-warming. The man put his finger at her and gestured not to make a sound. Obviously he was next to him. The steward who led the way had told the lady that she was still "hibernating" with exhaustion. When the steward arrived at the gate of the courtyard, she turned back respectfully. She didn't speak much, but the maid clearly saw the awe and fear in her eyes when the steward was secretly looking at the young man. Like a mouse and a cat, it’s just like a mouse and a tiger. There are three maids in the building where the ground dragon is warm and suitable, and the other two are walking lightly. They are a little surprised when they see him. I asked for a pot of Chunshen Lake tea, which was not mixed with earth and wood, and made my own tea and pours the tea. I didn’t have to trouble the maid. Several Xi's close blind dates were flattered by the young women who were all bookish, but his tea-cooking technique was awkward and tender, but even if the slenderness fell in the eyes of the three of them, they did not dare to point. After drinking the tea, the young customer looked at the sky, and a lively maid said to wake up the lady. He asked if he could go to the house and wait. The three looked at each other, then smiled knowingly, and nodded together.
Xu Fengyoung, who was passing by Laoshan to rest, pushed the door gently and walked in. The maid helped to cover the door, and then crept back. Xu Fengnian sits next to the window, with the afterglow through the window screens, which is different from the magnificent grandeur of Laoshan. This woman's boudoir is very simple and elegant. Apart from the four treasures of the study, there is not much sundries on the table, so there is an old bamboo root carving. The finished "Linglong" is composed of a large bamboo ball and a small bamboo ball, about eight or nine in size. Xu Fengnian pressed his finger on Linglong and moved a few inches on the table without making a big sound. There is a stack of small colored papers on the table, with different colors, apricot, red, goose, brass, and green. On the top of the colored paper, there are three characters crookedly written, Huaihuang Collection. Xu Fengnian learned that this Wang Dongxiang won the first prize in the literary world after he left Laoshan last time, but the characters he wrote seem to be very ill-conditioned. When I saw it today, I realized that it was really an earthworm crawling over it and it was unsightly. The exquisite note is still ugly, and there are many fragmentary poems written, which should not be underestimated. There are not only the majestic military frontier poems, but also the bitter words of a hermit. On the contrary, there are very few words of boudoir's grievances. The Rouge Commentary only ranks women's looks. They are fat and thin, and men have their own preferences. They disagree with more than ten people on the list. Many people say that the famous prostitute Li Baishi ranks low, and they also say that the name of the prostitute Li Baishi is low. I haven't seen it at all, where is the qualification before Chen Yu. Rouge's deputy comment is much more fair. Xu Weixiong, the governor of Beiliang, and Yan Dongwu, the king of Chunshen Lake, who is already the prince’s female scholar, are all considered to belong to the title, and there is little disagreement.
Xu Fengnian flipped through the envelopes one by one. After flipping, the order was reversed. After flipping through it again, Huaihuang Collection returned to the homepage. After stacking more than sixty seals, Xu Fengnian leaned back in his chair and looked out the window. On Chunshen Lake, Xuanyuan Qingfeng's assassin was in pain. In one day, he killed six Deng Lei martial artists, all of whom were well-known seniors. Almost became a common enemy of the arena, and no one was challenged the next day. On the third day, three world-renowned martial arts masters stepped onto the stage one after another, and Xuanyuan Qingfeng's head was shot. The favorite martial arts leader, but Huishan Guniu Dagang knows the world in one fell swoop. It is strange to say that Xuanyuan Qingfeng's methods are more ruthless, and the rivers and lakes are not one-sided swearing. The perceptions of the old and new generations are completely opposite. , The old rivers and lakes are heartbroken, the new rivers and lakes are eager to try, and the undercurrents are surging in private, saying that there is only such a cold-blooded woman, such a lord, the wicked can only be grinded by the wicked, and only this can hope to eradicate the chase deer mountain. Xu Fengnian does not know what the future is like. The face of the older generation of romantic leaders, if they were still alive, what would they think? Xu Fengnian's thoughts drifted far, thinking of the fox fur that was brought from Beiliang to the south from the Shangyin Academy. If she was determined, she would never leave this fox fur, but since she didn't want to be a bird in a cage, Xu Fengnian had to pretend to be magnanimous and push the boat along the river once. If there is a chance to meet again in the future, I don't know if she is already an old woman. Xu Fengnian also thought of the first time he walked the rivers and lakes. He was at the bottom and looking up at the rivers and lakes. There was an unforgettable figure on the bank of Luoshui, but now he is indifferent. The second time, I was condescending to look down at the rivers and lakes. Xu Fengnian turned his head and glanced at the bed. That year, he accompanied her on the lake ride. Xu Fengnian hadn't thought about what it is today. He really went to Beimang and survived. In the future, he will step by step hereditary replacement, governing Beiliang, taking over Xu Xiao’s family property, continuing to paint the ground as a prison, and guarding the northwest gate.
The afterglow is diminishing, and the dusk is getting thicker.
There was a pop from the bed. The young, charming woman slapped her face with a slap, sleepy eyes, and her face full of anger and anger, and sat up. It turned out that there are countless earth dragons in the boudoir building. Although the interior is warm as spring in winter, It also gave the mosquitoes the capital to dormant and live through the winter, which was extremely disturbing. The woman was lethargic. Every time she had to fight with the winter mosquitoes, the maid couldn't call her to get up. It was these winter mosquitoes who did a great job. The woman was wrapped in an embroidered quilt and sat up, spread her teeth and danced her claws, chasing and killing a winter mosquito that bit her. She returned in vain and couldn't resist the coldness outside the quilt. The mosquito that the heroine pointed at, then spare your life for the time being. Then I went on to fall asleep with my head covered, probably because I felt that such decadence was really bad. I hid in the quilt for a long time, and finally got my head out and looked at the desk with the brightest light. It was empty. , The girl who is not too young is a little bit dazed, and Qiu Shui’s long eyes have some unspeakable grievances ~ IndoMTL.com~ stretched out her two fingers, squeezed her cheeks hard, she felt a pain, this So she got rid of sleepiness, got up absent-mindedly and got dressed. During the period, she retracted into the warm bed several times. When she was too lazy to wear boots, she just put on her socks and landed on the ground. It took more than half an hour to step on and it was not cold. On the wooden board, after waking up, he finally had the temperament of the great writer Wang Dongxiang, virtuous and graceful, and his eyes were particularly aura. Sitting cross-legged on a chair, holding his breath, grinding and lifting the pen, only when he made a stroke, he was taken by himself. I was defeated by the handwriting and felt really ugly. Suddenly, he was full of pride and sigh. I was bored with my cheek in one hand. I was about to turn over those colored papers. My eyes widened suddenly. In small print, in addition to the current year, month and day, the four-character "you" is added here, which is naturally better than Wang Chudong's writing.
Wang Chudong slammed open the door, ignoring the need to put on the warm fur necessary for going out, ignoring the shouts of a few close servants, and ran to the ferry at the foot of the mountain lake in one breath.
A pair of socks are dirty.
Wang Linquan, who loves the only daughter the most, ran down the mountain in a panic, with a distressed look on his face.
Wang Chudong looked at the old man, crying regretfully: "I will never sleep in again!"
Wang Linquan grinned unreasonably, and didn't even comfort her. Instead, he said, "I don't know how to manage a house in the future, let's see who dares to marry you home."
Wang Chudong smoked his delicate nose, crying without tears.
She was suddenly turned around by a person behind her armpit, her feet on the back of the person's shoes, and the person smiled and said, "I dare you."