The mica screen candle shadow is deep, and the long river gradually falls.

At this time, just at night, look through the window lattice, you can clearly see the stars and bright moon that are prosperous like pearls on the sky dome, although there is a saying that the moon is bright and the stars are scarce, but there is no haze in the night of the Great Song Dynasty today, even if it is the sixteenth day of the first month of the first month of the rising moon, you can also feel the majesty of the starry arch moon in the sky.

In the sound of clanging, the sound of the piano is melodious.

Xia Nuanyun's not very slender thin fingers brushed over the guqin.

In the sound of the piano, dozens of flower boats ripple on the water of the West Lake, if you can look at it from a high altitude, it will be like dozens of lanterns drifting with the waves on the West Lake, looking at the staggered between the chips, or there are women singing and dancing, or there are men and poems.

The most is the glamorous sound of male skeletons and female waves.

The situation in this is slightly similar to the glamorous scenery on Qinhuai, except that the prosperity on the West Lake is more tranquil, and the Qinhuai is more agile.

One is like a painting on a mirror, and the other is like a shadow in quicksand.

However, in the final analysis, it is the little elegance between men and women, and the elegant and vulgar things that finally go to the clouds and rains together, and they will look at each other and smile like strangers after the man lifts his trouser belt and hands over a heavy stack.

In the staggered flower boats, Li Fengwu looked at the people on the flower boats through the window lattice, most of them were in groups of three or five, or they were composing poems and songs, or holding glasses and discussing love.

Or there are boat girls snuggling up and down their hands in their arms, and there are even more bold people who are impatient to go up to the second floor of the flower boat, and the snake-like entangled body shines through the candlelight, reflecting the shadow of the dead pig arch cabbage on the wall of the boat.

A pair of sound, colorful, and walking "Qingming Riverside Picture" exclusive to West Lake slowly opened in front of Li Fengwu's eyes.

Li Fengwu could see it.

This is the romance of the Great Song Dynasty, living like this, it is no wonder that the Great Song Dynasty has become the era that scholars dream of, just a prostitute and romantic environment is enough to envy the people after death.

Don't worry about any fairy jumping, don't worry about the big cap that suddenly breaks in, and don't worry about the roar of the lion in Hedong at home, as long as you have money, everything is so comfortable.

The Southern Song Dynasty and the Southern Song Dynasty were the best times in history.

Li Fengwu drank a little wine and ate the side dishes made by himself, his thoughts drifted farther and farther away, and the sorrow of recent days temporarily turned into smoke with the waves of the West Lake.

“…… Who said the little lady, who is the one who knows the spring light, provokes the spring hui, dreams are long everywhere, the end of the world sings, whose woman looks at the broken intestines, changes into a thin shirt and reads light yarn, and writes a tender score painting boat......"

Xia Nuanyun gently twisted and slowly wiped and picked up, and in the melodious sound of the piano, although it was not as good as the Tianyin of Qin Huai Shangdu and Zhu Zhao'er, it was not as good as Zhu Zhao'er's wonderful meaning, but there was a pity for a pond full of duckweed and flowers.

Be in ecstasy.

The wine is intoxicating, the song is intoxicating, the wind is intoxicating, and the people are intoxicating......

Sailing on the West Lake, it seems that there are only happy things in the world, who knows Lin'an under the night, a few happy and a few sad.

Li Fengwu leaned against the window, drunk with light wine, and was drunk.

Xia Nuanyun's singing voice fluttered, floated out of the flower boat, floated out of the West Lake, fluttered in Lin'an, the Great Song Dynasty, and fluttered in the land of Kyushu under the stars.

Under the lights of thousands of homes, some people squander their years in the red dust, some people quietly cry in the red dust, some people sigh in the air in the red dust, and some people think about him or her in the red dust.

Xia Nuanyun sang a little song, and Li Fengwu woke up for a long time and motioned for her to come over first.

The spring breeze blew, and the candles in the flower boat swayed, reflecting the faces of the two.

Li Fengwu took a drink and said indifferently: "This matter may not be forgotten after many years, the little lady composed a good song." ”

This song was written and composed by Xia Nuanyun herself.

Xia Nuan pursed her lips and smiled, her mentality did not have the sadness of communicating with benefactors in the past, but she felt that it was very easy to be with this little official of the Li family, and she didn't have to worry about anything.

Maybe it was the after-effects of last night's willingness to dedicate yourself?

Even the bed is on, and it seems that there is no need to worry too much.

It's a pity that he is ruined and ruined, and he doesn't dare to hope for extravagance, otherwise he may really be able to have something poignant and beautiful with him.

Li Fengwu took a bite of food with a smile, "Why don't I tell you a story?" ”

Xia Nuanyun thought that this little official of the Li family was going to say something meaty, he smiled and kept silent, but he was a little sad in his heart, in his eyes, he was always just a boat girl, and he couldn't even reach the level of a confidant.

In this situation, he is afraid that what he thinks is the charm between men and women.

Li Fengwu didn't know what Xia Nuanyun was thinking in his heart, glanced at the Milky Way in the sky, considered the words, and said slowly: "According to legend, in the peach orchard of the Queen Mother of the Heavenly Realm, there is a scarecrow fairy named Ying Ning, who is responsible for guarding the peach, and met the Weaver Girl by chance, driven by curiosity, he couldn't help but ask about the relationship between the Weaver Girl and the Cowherd in the world, although it was just a few words, but it aroused Ying Ning's mortal heart, and decided that one day, he must have a good experience of the taste of love in the world...... Everything is not as beautiful and romantic as Ying Ning imagined, in the world, she met the prince and prince of the rich country, of course, this is a love story of a man and a woman, and then ...... Ying Ning was discouraged, and promised Thor that after she gave birth to Lin'er for the prince, she would return to the heavenly realm. Wang Zifu regretted everything he had done, but it was too late, and after Ying Ning handed over his newly born son to Wang Zifu, Empress Yi and Thor stepped on the clouds and returned to Heaven to be punished. ”

After Li Fengwu simply finished talking about "Ying Ning" in Liaozhai, he looked at Xia Nuanyun, who was fascinated and addicted to it, and said with a smile: "This story is okay?" ”

Xia Nuan's eyes were shining, and she almost wanted to fall when she heard it, and sighed faintly, "How can it not be a happy story of a lover spending a full moon, and it will end so bleakly......"

Li Fengwu shrugged, "The world is safe. ”

Xia Nuan's teary eyes rubbed, "The baby is so good." ”

Li Fengwu nodded, "That's what I said, but this is life." Anyway, the story is very simple, and there is still a lot of room for mellowness, do you think you could make this story a novel? ”

Xia Nuan was stunned for a long time, "The slave family came to write?" ”

Li Fengwu nodded, "Originally, I was going to write it myself in the future, but you also know that I am about to have a spring festival, and if I am in the middle of the move, I will enter the office-although I am also in the office now, but the difference is still very big." Once I'm in the office, I don't have time to write novels, and I have a lot of stories like that, but unfortunately you have wine here. ”

After a pause, he smiled meaningfully, "Otherwise, it will be like this in the future, I have a story and you have wine, I will tell the stories I know, you write them out, and I will be responsible for the trivial matters that are printed and printed." ”

Talking about the story of fasting, I can almost recite all of them.

Xia Nuanyun groaned for a while, but did not answer immediately.

Li Fengwu didn't urge, he had almost eaten at this time, and he was full of warm thoughts and lust, and asked with a salivating face: "What's going on tonight?" ”

The roles changed too quickly, Xia Nuanyun didn't react for a while, and when she reacted, she smiled and said: "The world is safe, and the little officials are afraid that they won't be able to get their wish tonight." ”

Li Fengwu cried bitterly and was annoyed, retribution came so quickly. (To be continued.) )