The Counterfeit Madam Hou

Yan Shoufang is just east of West City. Liu Qinghuan followed the Turtles into Yan Shoufang from West Gate. Light cars made their way to Zhou Fu.

All along the way, the band was whispering and joking in nonsense. They stumbled into two words and then looked in Liu Qinghuan's direction. Seeing as Zhou Fu is getting closer and closer, his heart is getting more and more disturbed. He frowned and always felt that something was going to happen - this acute intuition of working out on the battlefield was always accurate.

He walked up to Liu Qinghuan and lowered his voice: “Wulala, I always have a bad feeling, let's find a chance to slip away. ”

Liu Qinghuan looked over at him, and a pair of beautiful eyes glistened with a shadowy light: “Are you afraid? ”

“Of course I'm not afraid!” If he were alone, of course, he would not be afraid, but now he is with a Marquis Lady... The fact that Marquis punched a leopard in the western mountains has been spreading in the army, he doesn't want to fly the General's dust at all.

He followed the team into an alley in front of him and opened his mouth to continue persuading him, but this time just in time to say the word "Urara”, the people in front of the team suddenly “knocked” down on the ground.

The three men flashed quickly, blocking the team's path. Zhang was about to go forward to protect Liu Qinghuan. Another person plunged in like lightning. Liu Qinghuan only felt the cold on her neck. A handsome dagger had already resisted her throat.

The man with the dagger smiled and put his head close to her: “Shh, don't talk, beautiful. ”

He speaks very green Chinese and has a strong exotic accent. The reverse light position allowed Liu Qinghuan to see only his tall contours and the expansive eagle falcon mask on his face.

She clenched her lips and did not make a sound, and the man seemed satisfied with her performance, slightly snagging her thin lips. He stood stiffly with his frowns frowned. The other party's martial arts were high, and now Liu Qinghuan is restrained. He dared not move lightly.

He flanked his head slightly and looked behind his back. I don't know when all the Turtles have fallen, just for a moment.

A man at the end of the alley saw a leaking fish and was about to come over and knock like a faint knock. Then he covered his head and cried out: "Ah! I poured it! ”

While the voice was falling, he had fallen to the ground like a mud.

The man with the dagger glanced at him, seemed not interested in him, and then shifted his eyes to Liu Qinghuan: “Are you Anaye? ”

Liu Qinghuan nodded.

The man pulled slightly apart from her, but the sharp dagger still stood against her neck: "We're going to perform for this Turtles band at the Ginkin 'Chow banquet now, but we're missing a Hookie who's good at hovering.” He said here, hanging a little laugh on his thin lips, even his cold voice is no longer as arrogant as it was just now, "As long as you dance well for a while and don't do anything extra, I promise I won't hurt you. ”

Liu Qinghuan nodded again.

“Good.” The man laughed and finished the words, retracting the dagger in his hand.

Liu Qinghuan relieved slightly and saw that they began to strip the clothes of the people on the ground. She smoked the corner of her mouth and didn't start. She knew the sound of the cord in her ear for a while. Suddenly the masked man smiled softly and said to the people around him: "You guys hurry up, can't you see the beauty is shy? ”

Liu Qinghuan: “...”

She stared at the wall with a gaze, but the sound of changing clothes in her ears was obviously much faster than just now.

“Okay.” The masked man grabbed Liu Qinghuan's chin across the veil, turning her head. Liu Qinghuan looked at the person in front of him and his eyes moved slightly. He had removed the mask and changed into Hu's costume, but had raised his collar high and covered the area below his nostrils, and the cap on the tip rolled out a layer of plush, blocking his forehead.

Only those eagle falcon eyes could see clearly.

After changing clothes, the group dragged the people who had fallen on the floor to a more hidden place, and then left their robes behind with a conscience before picking up the instruments on the floor and walking out of the alley.

Liu Qinghuan glanced back. She had seen the robes on the Fire worshipper before. But the Fire worshippers came out to do evil things. Why is this so uncovered? Is the backstage too hard or stupid?

Liu Qinghuan pulled the robe from his body and looked at Liu Qinghuan's distant back and whispered in his heart. Good Moni, this time it's really the back dust of General Flying.

Shortly after coming out of the alley, he arrived at Zhou Jinjin's residence. Zhengtang is banqueting guests. In order to present "White Jade Spring," Zhou Jin specifically invited a number of Dacheng's literary colleagues and, of course, his pig friends and puppies.

When Liu Qinghuan arrived with the fake Turtles, the dancer in the hall just finished the song. Someone urged Zhou Jinjin to take out "Golden Jade Lanchun". Zhou Jinjin only shook the fold fan with Phnom Penh on his hand and smiled at the crowd. “Someone heard that a Hookie had arrived in West City recently and danced with great joy. She was invited here today to help everyone. ”

Although you can't appreciate famous paintings, you can appreciate the beauty, and the people in the hall don't send it right again, but wait for the good guys to show up. Liu Qinghuan came ashamed and answered, almost stiff on the lobby.

She didn't know Tang Zibo was coming.

She blinked so fast that today's banquet was even better than she thought.

The sound of music suddenly sounded, Liu Qinghuan slightly stunned, originally thought it was a group of halfway out of the house, I didn't expect to really play the instrument. Instead of watching Tang Zibo again, she turned quickly in the hall, following the rhythm.

The spinning costume is lightly floating, and the spinning hair and wide sleeve skirt are interwoven, temporarily captivating the eyes of the crowd. The trim of the wrist around the waist clangs and adds a touch of inspiration to this lightweight dance.

The sound of good voices makes the whole banquet even more enthusiastic. Even Zhou Jinjin's eyes changed unexpectedly. He didn't like the look of a bearded beard. Although the white skin of the tall nose felt fresh for a moment, he was never as talented as a talented woman. But the dancing Hookie in front of him, like some special magic, he couldn't help but look away, afraid to miss one of the beauty's accidental eyes.

Those eyes don't hook people, they hook souls.

Zhou Jin touched the fan bone and remembered that he seemed to be missing a 14-room concubine recently.

A song danced, and the sound of the hall kept ringing. Everyone was intoxicated by Hookie's wonderful dancing posture, forgetting the famous painting that was still waiting to be appreciated.

But there was always someone drunk and I woke up alone.

A clear cold hum came from the left, like a basin of ice water that put out the flames of the burning bears in the hall. Liu Qinghuan looked at the past and saw a young man with his head wrapped around him sitting on his knees, his eyebrows filled with book rolls.

She doesn't know the man, but she must be a famous young man in Chang 'an City to come to the banquet.

“To the brothers, are they dissatisfied with each other's dance?” Zhou Jinjin looked at the youth with his eyes folded. Cao Jingren had just been shot by Jinshi a while ago, and he was also the youngest Jinshi ever. I heard that the Emperor looked at him differently. He didn't want to offend anyone this time. It would be better if he could marry his eldest daughter.

Cao Jingren glanced at Zhou Jin and the tone remained clear: “I'm just dissatisfied with you.” Zhou Jinjin was stunned and hasn't spoken yet. "I'm here today for Ding Mao's" Bai Yulan ". If you really have this painting, show it to me to see if it's true. ”

As soon as this was said, someone in the hall mocked Cao Jingren for not understanding the style. Cao Jingren had talent and arrogance, and immediately replied to the past. Zhou Jinjin saw the atmosphere of the two men, pulled out the crossbow, busily let the lower people into the house, and brought up "White Yulan Chun".

The shaft was fitted with a good golden set. Zhou Jinjin took the golden set and opened it carefully, pulling it out. The scroll unfolded slowly in front of everyone, and everyone in the hall held their breath as if they were witnessing some miracle. When that bright white orchid appeared in full sight, the hall shouted a great deal.

Liu Qinghuan also stretched his neck to look at Zhou Jin's painting. This painting is much smaller than ordinary painting. It may be only half the size of ordinary poetry painting. The strangest thing is that the painting is clearly a white jade orchid, but the lyrics next to it are a poem by Yongmei.

The normal court, which was just so lively, is now so quiet that it can only hear the breath of the people. The talents of Chang 'an, after spending a little time on "Bai Yu Lan Chun", gave their praises with all due diligence, and furthermore, when excited, wrote a poem to express their respect for the master.

Zhou Jinjin's pig friends and puppies don't know how to paint or write poetry, but they know that Zhou Jinjin bought this painting for a lot of money, and it has to be a farce! So they also praised Zhou Jin, and only Cao Jingren looked at the painting without a word.

Liu Qinghuan's eyes fell on Cao Jingren. She found that in addition to her, there were two other people in the hall whose attention was also on Cao Jingren.

One was Tang Zibo and the other was the mask man who held her hostage.

Cao Jingren stood there for a while and suddenly walked towards Zhou Jinjin. Perhaps his temperament was too clear, and the people around him automatically gave him a way. He walked into the scroll for a while, looked at it from several angles, and finally even touched the paper of the painting carefully. Then, in the eyes of everyone, he finally stood up and glanced at Zhou Jin: “Luck is real. ”