The whole city was silent.

Even the Butcher Zhang and Widow Wang, who were greedy for human desires, had already settled down.

In the embroidery room of Mr. Huang’s daughter, the half-open windows had been closed quietly, but there were only two sticky footprints on the windowsill.

In the railing, there were men and women, young and old, mixed together, and the sound of sounds of sleeping sounds one after another.

The big black male dog at the intersection of the street scattered his eyes, half open and half closed.

The big yellow bitch at the end of the street was so powerful that it had to give up its duty of vigilance and become lazy.

The world at this moment seems particularly quiet and beautiful.

On the street, the young people returning from outside the city were moving aimlessly under the protection of their guards.

The wine I drank before had already evaporated completely on this cold but hot summer night.

The old man who was guarding the county yard had long disappeared without a trace. I am afraid that this lame old man had gone to the house of an old woman to get some warmth for her old body.

Zhu Zhanji lifted his feet and stepped over the threshold.

Two cats huddled in the corner of the door and were startled.

The white cat and the black cat, facing Zhang Yuqiu's resentment, stared at this human who was infuriating cats's interest.

Zhu Zhanji was a little angry, put his hands on his hips, widened his eyes, leaned forward halfway, and roared fiercely at the two damn cats.

"Wang!"

The sound of the king of beasts like a tiger roar sounded, and the two cats were so scared that they jumped up, dragging their bodies out of the long-lasting body, and disappeared from the wall.

The majesty was displayed.

Zhu Zhanji smiled proudly and turned around and ordered a group of exhausted teenagers: "Go and rest, remember to wash your feet."

This is what Zhu Xiu, Yu Qian and Zhang Tian said.

The three of them were immediately filled with shame and anger.

Tick ​​your head, touch your nose, and buckle your butt...

Each shows his skills, the Eight Immortals cross the sea, and resolve their respective embarrassments.

After another battle, Zhu Zhanji was completely confused and laughed loudly, without bothering the resting people and went straight into the backyard of the yamen.

Wang Hongye's body has been taken away by Huizhou Prefecture.

From the open courtyard gate and seeing the sealed door, Zhu Zhanji remembered Wang Hongye's name for the last time, and silenced for him for half a moment to express his feelings.

He is not a good official.

But how could he not think about whether he was also pulled into the abyss by this damn era.

Walking between the courtyard walls, a faint fragrance drifted away with a cool feeling.

It is a blooming flower, formed after the fog cools down late at night.

Turning through the corner of the wall, you can vaguely hear the low sound of the flute in your ears.

It lingers in a gentle way, like a beautiful woman looking back, with flowers folded on her waist.

The previous and subsequent periods are like a beauty carrying a boat, and the blue waves are not stopped.

The sound of the flute suddenly turns into a thousand tenderness in the world into courage, like a battle formation, a battle drum, a golden sword and an iron horse, coming on the river.

Turning again, the autumn wind swept through the fallen leaves, and it was silent for thousands of miles. Everything was bleak, just like the beauty was growing old, and the beauty was gone, and all emotions became empty.

The ending sound is rustling, and the vast white is frozen, and the country is filled with bright mountains and rivers.

The end of the song.

The boy had already followed the sound, stopped under the pavilion, and looked up and showed tenderness in his eyes, as if he wanted to turn the white earth into spring flowers.

The moonlight is like rain.

Spread to the world.

It is reflected on the windowsill half a foot in a radius.

There is a beautiful woman bathing in the moon and rain, hazy, fog lingering, unknown, and like a fairy who misses the world.

"I dare to ask... which fairy from the family is playing the flute here?"

The vulgarity of the young man is ultimately like a rock full of potholes, breaking the mirror and water moon.

Behind the windowsill, Wen Xiang, who was beautiful and beautiful, had cold eyes drooping, and his eyes were cast on Zhu Zhanji's somewhat obsessed face.

snort!

With a snorting, Wen Want to put away the bamboo flute on his lips.

"Yuehua is so beautiful, just in my sight."

The scumbag turned into a literary young woman.

Zhu Zhanji raised his mouth and raised his hand to perform a scholar's ceremony: "Why not use this moonlight, you play the flute and I make a piano?"

Wen Xiang was slightly stunned and frowned: "You know how to use the piano?"

Zhu Zhanji shrugged: "The mountains and flowing water have passed away, but it is better to have a song of chrysanthemums in the city."

vomit!!!

It’s really hard to be a scumbag!

Without showing his face, Zhu Zhanji turned his gaze to Wen Xiang in the attic.

Good royal education made him proficient in the six arts of gentlemen.

Wen Xiang seemed to be sleepless and nodded slightly: "Today I found several instrumental music from other places. The piano is in that side room. If you really know, please come here. I will attach the horse's tail."

The plan succeeds!

Zhu Zhanji raised his eyebrows, turned around and came out of the side room. He carried the guqin out for a few minutes and sat near the stone bench.

bite……

A string sounded the whole city armor.

On the pavilion, the beauty raised her eyebrows slightly and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

The sound of the flute should be truly attached to the horse's tail, one attached to the other, and the right place.

When the whole city of golden armor passes through the city, step through thousands of pots of golden chrysanthemums, the rain of silver armor cuts through the starry sky and breaks into the sky.

There is nowhere to go in front and back.

Golden armor fell.

The chrysanthemums remain.

The dynasty has been destroyed.

The sound of the piano surrounds the beam, and the sound of the flute suddenly leaks.

Zhu Zhanji let go and looked up at a small windowsill covered by the moon: "Is it too tired?"

Wen wanted to put away the bamboo flute, his eyes showing sorrow: "Did you kill someone today?"

Zhu Zhanji frowned: "Hmm?"

Wen Xiang said softly: "Today, I saw County Magistrate Wang being covered with a piece of white cloth and carried it out. I also heard that people were shouting for beating and killing outside the city."

Zhu Zhanji played the piano in his palm and shook his head: "I have never killed anyone, but I just cleared the filth of the world in this place and restored the people to a bright future."

At this moment, the girl on the windowsill turned her head slightly and looked at the moonlight in front of her.

It was not until this time that Zhu Zhanji saw clearly that the girl had quietly combed her hair on her woman's hair.

It seemed that I was thinking about the other person's words were a bit true. After a long time, I just waited to see Yuehua shyly.

Wen Xiang just looked back: "It's better to kill less..."

Zhu Zhanji was puzzled again: "Hmm?"

Wen Xiang's hands were already gently placed on his flat belly.

"We must accumulate good deeds, achieve good results, and continue to have wealth."

...

For no reason, a hint of shame arose in Zhu Zhanji's heart.

"I won't kill anyone here!" Zhu Zhanji had to lie and said, "There is a cover here, can you climb the tower and catch the bright moon together?"

After getting an answer that was not the answer, Wen Xiang sighed a long time, and finally nodded silently.

Zhu Zhanji smiled.

Carry the piano into the building.

Abandon the piano and climb the tower.

The windowsill suddenly became a little crowded.
To be continued...