Hua Xu Yin: City of Desperate Love

When I saw that there was nothing to see, I planned to go out and watch the dead wood and stars for a while. I stretched out my hand before reaching his sleeve, but saw Rong Yuan who was reading the book intently while turning the pages while raising his eyelids, waiting for his eyes to fall back to the book. When I went up, my voice sounded lightly: "Come to sleep."

Mu Yan glanced sideways at me, and I stopped. The closed brother Ying turned slightly when we were talking silently, the quilt was slightly bulging, and it seemed that the distance between each other was shortened, but in reality it was just a different sleeping position. Rong Yuan looked up from the scroll, frowned for a while, then lowered his head and continued to turn the page: "I'm afraid of the cold, so come to sleep."

This time Ying Ge didn't move anymore, pretending to be asleep. But it turns out that they are all lying on the same bed, and it is the same whether they pretend to sleep or not. Sure enough, when the light was turned off and went to bed, Ying Ge, who was lying sideways, was snatched into his arms by Rong Yuan. She earned a little bit on his chest, which was distinguished purely by the friction of the clothes and the content of Rongyuan's subsequent words.

The darkness of the night was like thick ink surrounding the entire dreamland. Rong Yuan's cold voice rang deep into this boundless dreamland: "Why are you so disobedient, I said I'm afraid of the cold." Yingge said lightly, "Let me get a soup po "After a long while, I heard the words Leng Ru Xixue, and I was obviously laughing, but it was as serious as the next ban: "No."

It is one thing for a man to sleep with a woman. It's one thing to be willing to cover a quilt with a woman and chat purely. From this we can see that Rong Yuan is a wise gentleman. Of course, I have nothing to say to anyone who can tell that others can't do it. But be reminded with friendship, you can describe a man as cruel and inhumane. Don't describe a man who is inhumane. As long as you are still a man, if you still have a breath, you must crawl over and destroy you humanely.

When Ying Ge woke up the next day. The sun is shining. A few winter-resistant birds occasionally chirp outside the window, their eyes cast through the cut-out window panes, and they are reflected on the silk quilt, seeming to have a faint halo. The inconvenient brother Ying sat in the halo for a long time, with a blank expression on his face.

As a responsible husband, as a responsible husband, he should not let his wife out again in the near future. But the thinking of the first place is not easy to use common sense to infer, even if it is the first to peel the apple peel and eat the melon seeds, let alone Rong Yuan's Zheng Guo's knife skills.

Only half a month ago, Ying Ge’s injury was so good that there was no sign of it. At night, Rong Yuan came to the Zhaoning Hall fortunately, his eyes rested on her injured calf under the purple cage skirt, for a long time: "Entering the palace for March, isn’t it? A little bored, tomorrow, I will accompany you out for a walk."

He probably thought that going out for a walk in Rong Yuan's mouth was within the limits of the palace and was really led to the Sifang City Street. Calm Ru Yingge also couldn't react for a while. And Mu Yan and I just think that the prosperity of the past is no different from the prosperity of yesterday.

The indifferent noble son on the street turned his head and asked the bride near the door, "Where do you want to go?"

Brother Ying was stuffed into a very thick cotton-padded jacket, and was wrapped in a purple satin cloak trimmed with fox fur. Under the hood, a pair of mellow eyes appeared: "Your Majesty, let the concubine decide..." , Said, "Then go to Bifu Tower."

Rong Yuan raised his eyes slightly, his eyes were slightly surprised, and it was fleeting, just stretched out his hand to brush her hood, and brought down two dead leaves that fluttered down from the street trees.

Rong Yuan's surprise makes sense. Although Bi Fu Lou's name is elegant, it sounds a bit like a lotus seller, but it's not a lotus seller, but a famous big gambling house in Sifang City.

Foreigners often come here to gather crowds for gambling. This was originally illegal, but international friends ran here when nothing happened. They accidentally promoted the rapid development of the local tourism industry. What a tangled thing.

The ancestral law is sincere and precious, and it should be abolished if it blocks money. The government spent a long time pondering this matter, to see how it could both go out of the wall and set up the torii, and finally intensified reforms, and simply turned crowd gambling into an industry. The big, medium and small gambling houses are killing each other under the encouragement of the state. After three years, only the first floor of Bifu Building is left. The rightful owner thinks that he can be proud of the world. How can he be forced to sell to the country at cost...

I probably understand why Ying Ge wanted to go to Bifu Tower. When he was a killer in Tingwei’s Mansion, Rong Xun advocated that the killers should cultivate self-cultivation, abstain from arrogance, arrogance, delusion, and greed. Gambling is greed, and there are no targets for assassination. One is a good gambler, who has caused Yingge to spend 20 years in the red dust of Shizhang, and has never been to a gambling shop that gathers the world's greed.

Looking at the graceful figure moving forward slowly, I couldn't help but say to Mu Yan: "Rong Yuan, he actually knows that Brother Ying is in good health, and he puts on her so much, wrapped up like a zongzi. If there is an assassin, what should I do? Knife? Expect her to roll round and crush the assassin to death?"

Mu Yan stopped. It was rare that he did not refute immediately, but seriously thought about it: "Most men are like this. No matter how strong a girl is, she is just a girl. She always hopes to avoid her being frightened and suffering. Plenty, happiness and worry-free can be at ease."

With a sudden jump in my chest, I looked to the side: "If you can think so, the girl who marries you in the future must be blessed." But I am destined not to be this blessed girl.

He actually nodded solemnly, his gaze swept over, looking at me with a smile: "Yes, there are many benefits to marrying me."

I feel even more depressed. I can't be the girl who married him, nor do I want anyone to be. I even thought viciously, this person can't love me, just let him not fall in love with anyone. Or simply let him love men.

On Xuanwu Street, the Bifu Tower has raised eaves and corners, and its style is extraordinary. All the layouts imitate government office buildings, comparing the largest restaurant on the left with the largest brothel on the right.

Entering it, you can see cockfighting lackeys, mahjong go, and six games of Cuju. There are so many names, as if the world's gambling games are all here, no wonder the good gamblers just ran here without problems.

But legend has it that there are no gamblers in Bifulou, only gamblers, because everything called a gangster is not a good thing, such as a gangster, but you don’t know what a gangster is.

The gamblers in Bifulou are all wealthy. They spend a lot of money and win or lose. It is no good for Yingge to sit at the gambling table today. It is not a gambling purpose. Anyone who is crazy will go shopping with the money. There were the most people in front of the table where Liu Bo played in the field. Ying Ge walked two steps slowly and surrounded the table, Rong Yuan followed.

At first glance, the white-clothed young man behind Ying Ge is completely unremarkable. Xiao Er Le Dian Le Dian ran to lower his eyebrows and plucked his eyes, saying that the young man in Jinyi in the field was a master of Liubo. Bi Fu Lou has been playing for three years, and has never lost his hand. If Rong Yuan wanted to, he could lead the line to cause this battle.

After talking for a long time, Rong Yuan didn’t react. He didn’t know what kind of mentality. He began to exaggerate how mysterious the young man Jinyi was, saying that no one knew his name, let alone his identity and background, only his hometown. In Louguo Xinliang area, because he only plays Liubo for many years, people call him Xinliang Blog in kind and polite manner...

Xiao Er talked for a long time, but Rong Yuan still didn't move. Fortunately, Ying Ge was finally moved by the side. Those thick black eyes floated over and said, "This is quite interesting, sire... You can also play Liubo of your husband. Well, why don't you try, maybe you can really beat him?"

Rong Yuan looked down at her, "Maybe?" After a pause, "No money."

Little two: "..."

The arrogant chess of Xinliang's blog in the field has eaten the opponent's three blacks, the outcome has been determined, and the crowds onlookers issued a burst of unsuspecting cheers? , Said that Rong Yuan, who had no money, was waiting to lose, but when he got up, he calmly took his seat. The opposite Xinliang blogger was stunned: "Today's 15th and 15th elementary school can only be used for three games. Three games are full, so I can't accompany you."

Baizi, who was playing with Rong Yuan, looked indifferent: "I heard that you haven't lost a hand in three years. I can beat you, but my wife doesn't believe it. It doesn't matter how big you want to bet in this battle today."

The young man who was kindly and politely called Xinliang Blog showed a surprised look, his eyes fell behind Rongyuan, and he smiled and said: "Your excellency is so big that you must be small to break this rule. Today's game, You might as well bet a little bit bigger. Xiao Ke presses on Xiao Ke's wife to bet this one, and your Excellency also presses on the lady behind him. How?"

Ying Ge's originally ruddy face instantly turned pale. I know why.

Silence began to spread from the Six Bo chess table, and the building was silent for a while. The white child between Rong Yuan's fingers knocked on the rosewood chess table, his voice did not fluctuate: "Change your bet."

The young man showed a playful look: "Your Excellency has not been able to win this round in a decisive manner? If this is the case, why not wrong Madam for the time being?"

The chess piece in Rong Yuan's hand was silently cracked into four pieces. He spread out his hand blankly, like two broken marks cut through the edge of a knife: "I wanted to cherish it a moment ago, but then I crushed it to pieces. There is no absolute thing. In that case, taking such a risk with the one you love," paused, "it's a child's play."

Brother Ying, who had not recovered, suddenly raised his head, but was facing the long knife that Rong Yuan raised his hand and threw over. The handle was embedded with a huge blue jade stone, and the transparent texture of the halo, I don’t know how to open it. How many mountains can produce such a grain. It's just a moment's relative, he has turned around: "Give this knife to the boss, and ask him to exchange one hundred thousand silver tickets."

The first two sentences are to Brother Ying, and the last two are to the opposite youth, "If you still want to use your wife to make a bet, it's up to you, but you can't make you suffer. This round. I will win over one hundred thousand gold. baht."

After Rong Yuan had finished speaking, there was no time for buffering. Bifu Building was already in a scene. Faced with the most prolific gamble since the building was built, everyone did not want to miss the opportunity to watch.

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The one who was close by was originally planning to walk past leisurely. When halfway through, he suddenly felt a hurricane blowing around him. He fixed his eyes to see that it was the mahjong kid next door rushing away. A sense of crisis was suddenly felt, and the cursing mother began to sound. Running wildly, the Six Bo chess game, along with the opponent Rong Yuan and the blog brother, were tightly surrounded by the inner and outer three floors, and Bifu Tower was completely chaotic.

There is no better cover than the chaotic crowd. I think this is a good time to escape. Perhaps Rong Yuan deliberately gave Ying Ge a chance to let her leave. This is almost certain. He could have used the knife to gamble on the beauty of the guest brother directly, but he had to ask her to exchange for some silver bills, or he would take the initiative to release the water, or his brain would be flooded. He really wanted to find other reasons to accompany him and couldn’t find it. .

In any case, Ying Ge seized this opportunity. To find a person to travel with in such troubled times is something that cannot be met. Perhaps Rong Yuan finally found out that Brother Ying is not the right person. She has lived enough life as a bird in a cage, and she has always wanted to escape. Always.

The second floor was much more vacant than the first floor. Mu Yan found a seat, just to overlook the gambling game between Rongyuan and Brother Blog. Before long, the owner of Bifulou squeezed a wad of silver tickets and shivered apart from the wall to the chess table, arching his waist and holding the silver tickets to Rong Yuan like a holy object.

Rong Yuan's hand holding the dice stopped in the air, "Where is my wife?" The boss wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and couldn't tell why. After a while, Rong Yuan put down the dice without warning: "I lost." The black and white two players were clearly fighting on the chess surface. The bloggers on the opposite side stared in disbelief. For a long time, he gritted his teeth and said: "Your Excellency, what is this? meaning?"

The boss on the side was startled. Quickly rushed over to the round: "That prince doesn't want to bet, he just won't bet. You won 100,000 silver tickets in vain. You are also a frequent visitor in our building. You are all old friends. Don't make it difficult for the old."

I think what Rong Yuan is talking about is not just this game. He gave her a chance to leave, but he also hoped that she would not leave. Just as I knew that following Mu Yan would only be more and more reluctant to him, a dead soul, indulging myself in this world. His obsession was getting deeper and deeper, and only oneself knew how painful it would be when parting. It was like a hopeless gambling game, just like Rong Yuan's mood at this moment.

The crowd of onlookers strayed from birds and beasts, and it was not regrettable to look at the expressions, but it was estimated that Rong Yuan was a certain high-ranking official and had to bear it. I thought that this bet would perform wonderfully to match its bet, but I didn't expect it would end like this.

The young monarch sat silently at the chess table, a white piece stopped between his fingers, and instantly turned into white powder, slowly sliding down along his fingers, for a long time, stood up, his expression was calm as if nothing happened, as if from beginning to end today He alone came to this place on a whim, gambled half a game on a whim, and went back to the palace alone with satisfaction. There was a prosperous street scene in front of Bifu Tower. He stood on the steps for a long time, lonely behind him, but as lonely as he has always been, there was no sense of disobedience against the prosperous 3,000.

A candied haws seller passed by, and he stopped him. Jin Zhu had already taken it out, but suddenly he thought of something and took it back: "Don't buy it."

A soft laugh of the woman suddenly sounded behind him: "Why didn't you buy it? I want to eat."

Rong Yuan stiffened, keeping the posture of putting money in his sleeve for a long time without responding. I didn't respond for a long time. Mu Yan put away the fan and looked down at me, thinking about it: "As far as Rong Yuan is, he didn't find that Girl Ying was always standing on the second floor. Don't tell me that you didn't notice. She even... just stood there. Next to you."

I really didn't find it.

He chuckled and opened the fan: "Sure enough."

I was irritated by his mocking look: "I, I also love it."

Mu Yan: "..."

I was serious, but he didn't believe it. He thought I was arguing. Looking at Rong Yuan, it was like seeing myself. He would never understand, and he didn't need to understand. I comfort myself, Ah Zhen, don’t be sad. He doesn’t understand that it’s a good thing. There are indispensable rules in this world. The living has the world of the living, and the dead have the dead. It’s good to look at him more, greedy. Too much is not a good thing.

Brother Ying in a purple satin cloak stood five steps behind Rong Yuan, and he could see the distance as soon as he turned his head, but he did not look back. As if suddenly split out of the bustling market, this world is surrounded by pedestrians, and time quietly stops. Or the little brother who sells candied haws took the lead in breaking the unspeakable silence, looking at Brother Ying and then at Rong Yuan: "Do you want him or not?"

Brother Ying stepped forward and picked the biggest one: "Yes, why not." The little brother scratched his head: "Who is paying for it?"

A layer of rippling ripples appeared in her dark eyes, and she looked at Rong Yuan who was shimmering: "What do you dare to do, pay for it." There is so much brilliance in her eyes, like her best years of fifteen or six years old, not yet in her hands. Stained with human life, this is the top beauty embryo, especially those eyes, a frown and a smile are amorous.

The little brother got the reward and leaped out of our sight. The north wind gradually picked up, and Rong Yuan finally turned his head. With a handsome face with no expression, he raised his hand to help her gather the two messy hair around her ears. His movements were meticulous and even the slightest loss of state. Nothing: "Where did you go?" I think this guy is so pretentious.

Brother Ying smiled: "There are too many people, too lazy to squeeze in, just look upstairs. Why give up halfway, lose so much money, it is better to reward me."

A trace of redness appeared at the roots of Rong Yuan's ears, but his face was still sullen: "If you don't want to gamble, you can stop betting, but you, what do you want to do with so much money? Is the monthly money in the palace insufficient?"

She glanced at him, and walked to the empty alley on the right, with a rare annoyance in her voice: "It turns out that your Majesty also knows that today's loss is a large amount. In ordinary people's households, the husband lost money, and the wife was nagging. The sentence is normal," looked back at him, "not to mention that you have lost so much."

Rong Yuan's ears became more red, and his face became even colder: "Then you think I won and brought that man's wife back to the palace to be worthy of your sister?"

I silently stretched out my hand and stroked my forehead. Can this guy be more pretended? My ears are red with excitement. And it can be seen that this is a person who talks nonsense when he gets excited, this sentence is obviously out of date.

Brother Ying looked cold as expected, and said lightly, "If your Majesty has this meaning, it is her blessing..."

Rong Yuan was forced to a corner by Rong Yuan. The sun was shining down, and the wind was blown to pieces. He frowned and raised her head: "What about you, come to me, do you think it is a blessing?"

She looked at him, as if trying to pull a smile out of the corner of her eyes, half true and half false, as she always did. His lips kissed her smirking eyes in time: "Do you know, what is the love of the king?"

She didn't hesitate for a while: "All rain and dew are removed, and Ze is caught by the common people."

He let go of her eyes, looked at her forcibly calm but cannot help blushing cheeks, and put his hand on her temples: "I am different from them."

I don't know if Brother Ying fell in love with Rong Yuan, but only knew that such a great opportunity to escape, Rong Yuan acquiesced in an escape opportunity, she gave up.

In winter, the sky is high and windy, and the Sifang City is like a huge beast, dormant in the most fertile land of Zheng State.

At the end of the year, there are just a few good days for marriage. The old prime minister married a daughter, General Hu Ben continued, and Shao Fu Qing accepted the ninth concubine, and many good things collided together, together with Master Ting Wei and married his wife. There was no suspense about this incident. Rong Xun married a wife, so naturally the one who was going to marry was the golden bird who had taken great efforts to protect it.

Of course, Jinque is not Jinque at this time, it is Yingge. In Thirteen months, she was originally not enough to be Rongxun's main room, but the government system knew that Thirteen months had a sister who entered Zheng Gongfeng not long ago. Like a lady.

The Sifang City is full of joy. In this age of laughing poor but not laughing prostitution, as long as the identity is equal, all other issues seem to be no problem. At least apart from me, I really don’t see who is entangled with Rong Yuan and Rong Xun as uncles and nephews, Yingge and Jinque are sisters, how will everyone greet each other in the future?

The younger sister married, although she only married from Qingchiju in Tingwei Mansion to Qingyingju in Tingwei Mansion, her sister should also go to watch the ceremony. Because it's a kind of relationship between kissing and kissing, not only Yingge, but also Rongyuan.

The hall is tall and wide, with red Xiyu everywhere, Rong Xun is dressed in happy clothes, trims his eyebrows and phoenix eyes, stands on the side of a high place like a tree of orchids, and waits for Rongyuan to take his seat.

The courtier knelt on both sides of the hallway. Rong Yuan was dressed in a royal blue dress, his eyes paused on Rong Xun’s face, and he took Ying Ge to sit in the sky for a long time, and said lightly when sitting down: "After getting married, let Thirteen Months She often enters the palace to accompany Jinque to talk, she is in the palace alone, inevitably getting bored."

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