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Alai walked through the flow of people with dragon and tiger steps, his steps steady and powerful like that of the patrolling general. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info moved steadily forward with the flow of people, getting farther and farther away from Lao Li, but he felt that he was getting closer and closer to his brother.

It was dark, but Alai's mood was bright, and when he came to the end of Nacetin Street, a towering tree was around the corner of the street. Several men in strong suits were visiting each other from afar, and when they saw the steady figure like a tiger appear in their sight, they stood up one after another, quietly waiting for the arrival of the majestic figure.

With a glance, he saw the men standing under the towering tree, a quiet corner, and only a few pedestrians passed under it. The wind was blocked by the houses on all sides of the street, and it was not only a good place to enjoy the shade under the big trees, but it was also the best place for secret conversations.

Alai's eyes revealed a satisfied gaze, and he was like a general who had repeatedly made military exploits to the few men who stood still, but those men in strong suits were his loyal subordinates. He strode quickly in front of the men, and then whispered a few words to the men, and the men got his instructions and quickly left the place. Leaving Lai alone, he quietly looked at the sturdy backs, and gradually disappeared in front of his eyes. After the figures of those men disappeared completely, he let out a long sigh, as if the heavy boulder in his heart had been removed, which made him feel extremely comfortable.

At the end of Xiting Street, there was no more people, it was a narrow path, with blue brick and red tile walls on both sides, which was the courtyard of some dignitaries and nobles. The trail is only less than a foot wide, but it has allowed Lai to walk for a long time. This quiet path, with the occasional drop of a few dead leaves from the courtyard, fluttered in the air, paving the path to the fullest.

Alai reached out and grabbed a dead leaf, looking at the veins that had already dried up on the dead leaf, and he rubbed the not-so-smooth leaves on the dead leaf. He is not a sentimental person, but every time he walks on this path between the major courtyards, he will inexplicably rise in his heart with endless sorrow.

Everyone has their own story, Lao Li is like this, and so is he Alai. The dead branches sticking out of the courtyards on both sides are like a portrayal of the change of years, with branches coming in spring and falling leaves in winter. What remains unchanged is that the courtyards on both sides are still so deep and unfathomable, and what is changeable is that the owners of the courtyards on both sides have changed one after another.

The faint wind rose, and thick clouds slowly streaked over Alai's head, and in front of him, the conspicuous red ribbon still hung on the dead branches that stretched out of the wall. Although it has been soaked in wind and rain, it has long been decayed, as if it may turn into a puff of dust and disappear with the wind at any time. But in Alai's eyes, it was so clear and dazzling, the bright red that had long since faded began to turn white, but Alai couldn't help but moisten his eyes when he saw the ribbon fluttering in the wind.

Seeing the red ribbon fluttering in the wind, Alai's mood suddenly became heavy and low, and his legs seemed to be filled with lead, but it was difficult to move forward step by step. The majestic mountain-like body shook slightly, and he didn't know if he would have the courage to walk under the dead branch with the red ribbon, how many times he had done the same, and today, he was like this. Every step is like falling into an abyss, and it is like stepping into the tiger's den in Longtan, making him lift his feet but it is difficult to move forward.

Still struggling in his heart, Alai still stepped forward, walking slowly step by step, and finally came to the dead branch that stretched out beyond the courtyard wall, still the fluttering red ribbon, and vaguely, he saw a few dark blood spots on the ribbon.

A line of crystal tears crossed Alai's cheeks, and he opened his mouth to say something, but he choked up and couldn't say it. He finally opened his mouth slightly, squirming his lips, but there was still no sound coming out of his mouth, reaching out to touch the red ribbon, but he felt that his hands were so powerful, but he couldn't lift them, his hands were stretched out in the air, but they fell weakly.

Step by step, step by step, Alai's tidal thoughts surged out, but the strong tiger body couldn't help trembling. He raised his head, and when he looked again, his eyes were full of crystal light and passed down his cheeks. Dripping like a dot, falling into the road full of dead leaves,

The wind rose, rolling up the dead leaves all over the ground, rising and falling, and the dead leaves floating like flocculent behind Alai were like pieces of paper money, and the rustling sound seemed to tell a bleak story. And the withered branches within the courtyard wall made a slight sound, as if responding to the sad past in the heart of the strong man.

A long and narrow path, secluded and quiet, a lonely figure, staggering, the red ribbon raised with the wind hissed, it was an elegy, a heart-wrenching song. The gloomy sky, the dark clouds that rolled down the frenzy, and the dead leaves flying all over the sky, and the sound of low rustling footsteps, all revealed a touch of desolation.

Walking out of this long and narrow path, the rising and falling dead leaves behind him made a slight sound, and Alai felt relieved, and the melancholy breath in his chest was swept away. In front of the eyes of a Zhuangguang Avenue suddenly appeared, the avenue is full of traffic, bustling, over the eyes is a prosperous and lively street.

At this time, it was still early, but the red lanterns on both sides of the street were hung early, and there were all kinds of incense cars and BMWs, a peaceful and tranquil scene. With a flick of his gaze, Lai locked a pavilion lit up with a bright blood-red lantern. Surrounded by red curtains, the fragrance was overflowing, and a hazy scenery was enveloped in it, and Lai instantly felt that his blood was like death coming to life, and every drop of blood on his body began to boil. His tiger body sank, and he took a tiger's step like a dragon, and at this time, he was the great general who inspected the soldiers.

The charming candlelight reflects a beautiful figure, the shadow of red candles, the delicate dresser, and a gentle countryside full of fragrance. Under that layer of transparent light veil, a slender body that flickered and flickered appeared in front of Alai's eyes. The light tent is full of yarn, revealing a hint of lustful atmosphere, and the beautiful woman who spits out the tulip is full of joy, and her dancing posture is like that fairy descending to earth.

In a drunken dream of red dust, a red dress covers her delicate body, and what circulates is the star-like bright eyes, and what starts is the red lips like vermilion. The swaying figures, the swaying shadows, the flickering candlelight, the curling ambergris cigarettes, all this is like a dream, like a fairyland.

Ah Lai only felt that the qi and blood in his body were surging wildly, and the dantian was like a majestic volcano. The strong body of a tiger flowed with surging blood, and a sense of comfort like electricity running through his whole body instantly flowed through his body. Everything in front of him began to blur, the hazy red dressing table, and the dancing candlelight, coupled with the delicate and beautiful face in front of him.

At this moment, Alai was drunk, and the wine glass in his hand was thrown by him and fell on the ground covered with a delicate carpet, but he did not even make a sound. Only the mellow aroma of wine permeates everywhere in this small private room, the wine is not intoxicating, people are drunk, and it is not in the paradise of fairyland, which is better than fairyland. Lai felt that he was about to sink, how good it would be if he could sink like this forever, and how good it would be if he could get drunk like this forever.

Gently wrapping his arms around his slender waist, Alai heard a whispering voice in his ears, and a charming face like a halo appeared in front of his eyes. The slender eyelashes, the lacquer-like eyes, were looking at him without blinking, and the glamorous lips, and the delicate little nose like Qiongyu were exhaling an intoxicating fragrance that made his heart ripple.

The eyes are bright and the teeth are dark, the delicate facial features are slightly gouache, and the beautiful face is even more charming, and under the slender jade-like fragrant neck is the undulating and smooth twin peaks that are half-hidden and half-covered. Everywhere he touched his hand, there was a soft and elastic feeling like a soothing spirit, which made Alai's blood vessels swell.

He couldn't help but bow his head and press down on his red lips, and his hands slid over the smooth jade-like fragrant shoulders, and with his hand, the thin light veil like cicada wings suddenly fluttered to the ground.

The candlelight was sufficient, the smoke was curling, and the stoves in the room were blazing, and maybe it was spring.

When Lai walked out of the courtyard where the street was most brightly lit, the little man in a felt hat standing by the gate of the courtyard bowed down to him and showed the brightest smile on his face in this cold winter. Alai's heart was not surging with the passion he had at the beginning, and there was an inexplicable emptiness in his heart, not only because he had just spent his whole body on the battlefield galloping forward like a fierce general, but also that there was a feeling hidden in his beautiful face that he couldn't guess.

She was very much like her, and at first he almost thought she was her, and he thought that she had survived the catastrophe of the change of dynasty. When his dead heart saw her from himself, he began to rise to life like blood, and he thought she was her. However, he finally discovered that she was not her, and she could not be her, although she had a similar appearance, but her unique temperament did not. At one time, he never stayed in the land of fireworks, but that time he was drunk, so drunk that his liver and gall were broken, and he was so drunk that heaven and earth were inseparable. Later, he came here often, every once in a while, not because he liked this kind of fireworks, but because he felt that he had found sustenance about her.

Because of her, Alai has never married a wife, and his heart can only accommodate one of her, but he can no longer accommodate any woman. After he met her, although he and her were also the relationship between the guest and the woman in the Qinglou, she still tried her best to cater to him every time, so that he got the greatest satisfaction, and she tried her best to use her gentle and watery means to show it to the fullest on his body, making him really feel like a general is galloping on the battlefield.

The sky gradually darkened, and the low dark clouds seemed to be able to reach out and grasp them, and an overwhelming atmosphere suddenly came over, which made Alai's heart tremble. In addition to the dazzling high-hanging lanterns, there was the sound of neighing horses running on the wide avenue, and at this time, the prosperous night of the imperial capital began to kick off.

Ah Lai is not a person without money, on the contrary, he and Lao Li both have a lot of family backgrounds, just because of their special status, they did not expose their family background. For this emperor who has a lot of money, he can still afford it. With a long sigh in his heart, he walked down the stone steps in front of the gate of the courtyard, and casually threw a few pieces of broken silver to the two smiling little guys standing next to the courtyard gate, but what he got was the two little guys nodding and thanking them like chickens pecking rice, which made Alai's heart feel a good sense of melancholy.

I don't know how many conspiracies are hidden under the bustling night, and the undercurrents hidden in the imperial capital have also started their hidden activities under the bright night. Lai is also this kind of person, and the night is the time when their activities are most frequent, so he went to the gold cave like a stone, found the girl he was most familiar with, and gave him a new relaxation in his whole body.

As he stepped forward steadily, a figure suddenly flashed in front of him, blocking him. But it was a cold man with a knife, the man's eyes flashed, and he said anxiously to Alai, "This brother, please stay." ”

Ah Lai stopped his steps vigilantly, and said in a deep voice to the cold man, "What do you mean by this? ”

Then as soon as his words fell, he felt the wind in the back of his head, and a hard object hit the back of his head, and before he could fully react, he felt a bang in his brain, and he lost consciousness.