The Counterfeit Madam Hou

Yanshoufang is just east of Xishi. Liu Qinghuan followed the Guizi band to enter Yanshoufang from the west gate, and hurriedly rushed to Zhoufu.

Along the way, the band members were talking and joking in a low voice in Hu, and occasionally inserted two words, and then glanced in the direction of Liu Qinghuan. Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to Zhoufu, I was more and more disturbed. He frowned, always feeling that something was going to happen—a keen sense of instinct trained on the battlefield, which was always accurate.

He walked beside Liu Qinghuan and lowered his voice, "Urala, I always have a bad feeling, so let's find a chance to slip away."

Liu Qinghuan turned his head to look at him, a pair of beautiful eyes faintly flashed a joke: "Are you afraid?"

"Of course I'm not afraid!" Of course, if he was alone, he wouldn't be afraid, but now there is a Mrs. Hou along with him ... The story of Houye's fist killing a cheetah in Xishan has long been in the army He didn't want to follow in the footsteps of the General.

As the team entered the alley in front, opened their mouths and continued to persuade, but this time just before they could say the word "Urala", the first few people in the team suddenly stunned. On the ground.

The three figures flashed quickly, blocking the way of the team. He was about to step forward to protect Liu Qinghuan. Another figure swept in like lightning. Liu Qinghuan just felt a cold on his neck and a skillful dagger. Has arrived on her throat.

The man holding the dagger smiled and moved his head closer to her: "Shh, don't talk, beauties."

He speaks Chinese very jerky and has a strong exotic accent. The position of the backlight allowed Liu Qinghuan to see only his tall outline and the open eagle mask on his face.

She pursed her lips, obediently silent, and the man seemed very satisfied with her performance, slightly tickling her thin lips. Frowning frowning stiffly, the opponent's martial arts is very high, and now Liu Qinghuan is subject to others, he dare not act lightly.

He tilted his head slightly and looked away. I don't know when the whole group of the turtles has fallen, just in this short moment.

A figure at the end of the alley saw that there was still a fish that missed the net. He was about to come over and knocked faintly, and he screamed with his head in his arms and said, "Ah! I fell!"

As the words fell, he had collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud.

The man holding the dagger glanced at him, and seemed to have little interest in him, and then turned his attention to Liu Qinghuan: "Are you Anaye?"

Liu Qinghuan nodded.

The man pulled away slightly from her, but the sharp dagger in her hand still touched her neck: "We are now going to perform this Jin Zhou's banquet instead of this turtle group, but we are missing a Hu who is good at Hu Xuan Wu Ji. "He said here, with a small smile on his thin lips, and even his cold voice was no longer as proud as he was just now," As long as you dance well and don't do extra things for a while, I promise I won't hurt you."

Liu Qinghuan nodded again.

"Very good." The man said these words with a smile, and withdrew the dagger in his hand.

Liu Qinghuan breathed a little sigh of relief, and saw that they started picking up the clothes on the ground. She twitched her lips to stop the opening, and she heard a soothing voice in her ear. Suddenly the mask man chuckled and said to the people around him: "Hurry up, don't you see the beauty?"

Liu Qinghuan: "..."

She stared at the wall without squinting, but the sound of changing clothes in her ear was significantly faster than before.

"Okay." The mask man caught Liu Qinghuan's chin across the veil and asked her to turn her head. Liu Qinghuan looked at the person in front of him, his eyes moved slightly. He had taken off the mask and replaced it with Hu's clothing, but the lapel was raised high, covering the area under his nose, and the pointed hat turned outwards to form a layer of fluff, blocking his forehead.

Only those pair of hawkish eyes could see especially well.

After changing their clothes, this group of people dragged the person who collapsed on the ground to a more hidden place, and then left their robes with conscience before picking up various instruments on the ground and walking out of the alley.

Liu Qinghuan glanced back. She had seen the robes on the priests who worshipped the fire before, but those who worshiped the fire came out to do bad things, so undisguised? Is the background too hard or stupid?

He pulled the robe on his body and looked at Liu Qinghuan's back, whining in his heart. Shanshan Mani, this time is really going to follow in the footsteps of the General.

After coming out of the alley, it didn't take long to reach Zhou Jinjin's mansion. The main hall is in the banquet. For the purpose of show, Zhou Jinjin specially invited a lot of literati elegant scholars. Of course, his pig friends and dog friends are also indispensable.

When Liu Qinghuan arrived with the Fake Turtles Band, the dance dancer in the hall just finished a song. Someone urged Zhou Jinjin to take it out. Zhou Jinjin just shook the folding fan with gold rims on his hand and smiled and said to everyone: "I heard that a Hu Ji has come from West City recently, and Hu Xuanwu jumped. Invite her to help everyone. "

Although you can't appreciate the famous paintings, but you can appreciate the beauty, and the people in the hall did not make the right, but waited for the beauty to appear. After Liu Qinghuan came up shyly, she almost stiffened above the lobby.

She had never heard of Tang Zibo coming before.

She blinked quickly, and this feast today was more exciting than she thought.

The sound of the music suddenly sounded, and Liu Qinghuan froze slightly. He originally thought that he was a group of black-haired monks who did not expect to actually play musical instruments. She didn't watch Tang Zibo anymore, but turned quickly in the hall with the rhythm.

Hu Xuanwu's clothing was originally thin and elegant. The hair that flew along with the rotation and the long-sleeved long skirt were intertwined, and instantly caught everyone's eyes. The adornment of the wrist around the waist clanged, adding a touch of lightness to this light dance.

The sound of applause from around the house made the atmosphere of the banquet even more warm. Even Zhou Jinjin's eyes changed inadvertently. He didn't like the looks of Hu Ren. Although his white nose and high-nosed skin felt fresh for a while, he never looked as talented as a big woman. But the dancing Hu Ji in front of him, just like any special magic power, made him reluctant to look away, for fear of missing a look that the beauty inadvertently cast in.

Those eyes are not hooked, but can be ecstasy.

Zhou Jinjin touched the fan bone of the folding fan, and remembered that he seemed to be missing a 14-room apartment recently.

After the dance, the applause of the audience was endless. Everyone was intoxicated by Hu Ji's beautiful dance, and forgot the famous painting waiting to be appreciated.

But there was always someone drunk and I was alone.

A clear cold hum came from the left, like a pot of ice water pouring out the burning fire in the hall. Liu Qinghuan looked at it with a sound, and saw a young man wrapped in a **** holding his knees on the table, his eyebrows filled with book air.

Although she doesn't know this person, she can come to this banquet, presumably also a famous young talent in Chang'an City.

"Respectful brother but dissatisfied with the dance music of the other party?" Zhou Jinjin stared at the young man with a jerk. Cao Jingren was just a jinshi a while ago, and was the youngest jinshi of all time. I heard that the emperor looked at him differently. He finally invited him this time, and he didn't want to offend people. It would be better if he could marry his eldest daughter by the way.

Cao Jingren glanced at Zhou Jinjin, his tone remained clear: "I'm just dissatisfied with you." Zhou Jinjin was stunned and didn't speak, and listened to Cao Jingren: "I came here today to learn from Ding Mao. If you really have Take this painting and let me see if it is true. "

As soon as this was said, some people in the hall taunted Cao Jingren's incomprehension, Cao Jingren had talent and arrogance, and immediately paid his respects to the past. Zhou Jinjin saw the two men in a tense atmosphere, rushing to let the subordinates enter the house and took them up.

The painting axes are in good brocade suits. Zhou Jinjin took the brocade suits, opened them carefully, and took out the paintings. The scroll slowly unfolded in front of everyone's eyes, everyone in the hall held their breath and stared, as if witnessing something miracle. When the white magnolia flower was completely in front of everyone's eyes, the hall exclaimed a little.

Liu Qinghuan also extended his neck to look at the painting on Zhou Jinjin's hand. This painting is much smaller than the ordinary painting, and may be half the size of ordinary poetry and painting. The strangest thing is that the painting is clearly a white magnolia with an inscription next to it. But it is a poem of Yongmei.

Just now, the extraordinary main hall was quiet enough to hear the breathing of the crowd. After a while, the talents of Chang'an uttered praises dutifully. What's more, they made a song immediately when they were excited. Poems to express their respect for the master.

Zhou Jinjin's pig friends and dog friends do not understand painting and do not write poetry, but knowing that this painting was bought by Zhou Jinjin for a large amount of money, he rushed for the price and must be a masterpiece! So they praised Zhou Jinjin one after another, only Cao Jingren looked at the painting without a word.

Liu Qinghuan's gaze fell on Cao Jingren, and she found that besides her, there were two people's attention in Cao Jingren.

One is Tang Zibo, and the other is a mask man who holds her back.

Cao Jingren stood there for a while, and suddenly walked towards Zhou Jinjin. Perhaps his temperament was too clear-minded, and the people around the painting automatically gave him a way. He stepped in the scroll for a while, and then looked at it from several angles. In the end, he even touched the drawing paper carefully. Then under the gaze of everyone, he finally stood up straight and looked at Zhou Jinjin: "Good luck, it's true." 2k novel reading network