Mochou Lake was called Hengtang in ancient times, and because it was close to Stone City, it was also called Shicheng Lake. According to legend, during the Southern Qi Dynasty, there was a girl named Mochou from Luoyang. Because her family was poor, she married the Lu family from Jiangdong, a wealthy family, and moved to the shores of Shicheng Lake in Nanjing. Mochou was dignified and virtuous.
She was willing to help others, but because she couldn't bear the false accusations and humiliation, she threw herself into a lake and died. In order to commemorate her, later generations renamed Shicheng Lake Mochou Lake.
Willows on the embankment, begonias in the water, the lake is crystal clear, koi fish roam in groups, and there are all kinds of buildings, pavilions, bridges and pagodas. Mochou Lake has the reputation of being the first lake in the south of the Yangtze River and one of the forty-eight scenic spots in Jinling. Although it is the middle of winter,
The trees are withered and yellow, but there is snow all over the ground, and the lake is as smooth as a mirror, giving it a unique style.
Mochou Lake is just outside Shuixi Gate. It has an excellent terrain. It is the favorite place for literati and poets. Not only scholars like to play here, but adults and children nearby also like to play here. This Jinling is no different from other places, it is a dung picker.
, those who work in the fields also have some refined tastes and know that the beautiful scenery is pleasant, so Mochou Lake is not depressing in winter.
The transportation in the capital is convenient. There are two mules, carts and donkey carts everywhere. The carriages are covered with felts so that the cold wind cannot penetrate. Although it is a bit bumpy, it is not a big deal for a short distance.
Along the way, Liu Ying'er opened the car curtain and stared at the scenery outside. From time to time, she asked Yuan Feng to look at this and that, just like a local tour guide. When she did this, Yuan Feng couldn't talk about the topic he had in mind.
Let’s go out to play. It would be a bit unpleasant to talk about the current situation of the country.
When we got out of Ximen Hanmen, there were already a lot of cars and horses. When we arrived at Mochou Lake, it was already a scene full of tourists. The mule cart stopped. Yuan Feng paid the fare, jumped out of the car, and then stretched out his hand.
I want to help Liu Ying'er down with my hands.
The wheels of this kind of two-wheeled vehicle are very high, and the distance between the bottom of the carriage and the ground is not short. Yuan Feng has lived outside the Northwest Great Wall for a long time, where various ethnic groups live together. It can be regarded as a foreign country. For the Han people in the Central Plains, men and women are not close to each other.
I didn't quite understand, but Liu Ying'er didn't hesitate at all when he stretched out his hand so generously, and jumped down while holding Yuan Feng's hand.
Neither of them noticed that an inconspicuous mule cart passed by and found a place to stop. The people inside opened the curtains and stared at them with interest.
Liu Ying'er is sixteen years old, and Yuan Feng is six or seven years older than her. She is around twenty-two-three this year, which is the best age gap. Twenty-year-old Lang was successful in his career, high-spirited, and divorced.
They are in the stage of young and astringent boys, while the sixteen-year-old girls are in their early stages of love and are as delicate as jade. Yuan Feng is tall and tall, with majestic grace. Liu Ying'er is slender and tall, with a smile like a flower, and is a pair of beautiful women.
Logically speaking, this kind of young couple should be strolling by the lake, talking softly about love, or reciting poems that suit the situation, but these two are not the material.
Although Yuan Feng was literate, he had been learning about military tactics since elementary school, and could not write poems or lyrics at all. Although Liu Ying'er was full of knowledge, he had no such intention at all. He jumped up and down and glanced at her with two big eyes.
I swept away and took aim at a group of half-grown children building a snowman by the lake.
Liu Ying'er took off her cotton gloves, squatted on the ground, made a pile of snow, and rolled it into three or four fist-sized snowballs. She smiled, picked up one, and threw it at the group of children over there.
The children over there were attacked. They quickly reacted and threw snowballs here. Not long after, a war started by Liu Ying'er broke out. Two groups of children started a snowball fight.
Feng is an adult after all, and Liu Ying'er made him feel at a loss. This girl must be too naughty.
It was impossible to stay out of the matter. After being hit by a few snowballs, Yuan Feng's childishness was mobilized and he made a snowball and threw it at him. After all, he was from the army and his shots were extraordinary. He hit the opponent accurately. When Liu Ying'er saw him
After hitting it accurately, he quit the battle to provide ammunition specifically for Yuan Feng. A pair of white and tender little hands kept holding the snow bullets, his little face was flushed with cold, but he still had an excited smile.
There was such an incredible scene on the shore of Mochou Lake. A young man in his twenties, dressed like a respectable person, was actually having a snowball fight among a group of children, and there was a pretty little lady following him.
Holding a snowball behind the back, if the people from Xiliang Military Command saw this, they would probably want to die. This is the king who we have conquered and conquered thousands of miles, and he actually played such a child's game. It's really
There are no words to describe it.
The literati by the lake looked at these wild children with bored eyes. They really ruined the scenery. What a beautiful snow scene they had ruined, especially the two adults. I don’t know whose family they were.
, it simply ruins the family tradition.
In the carriage in the distance, a telescope stretched out, carefully observing Yuan Feng's heroic gesture of throwing snowballs.
"Auntie, this person is Yuan Feng? The leader of the horse thieves who kills without blinking an eye, the big salt lord who controls Shaanxi and Gansu? Are you not mistaken? Why do I feel like the idiot next door." The owner of the telescope asked in surprise,
Her face was covered with black gauze and her appearance could not be clearly seen, but judging from the exposed eyes and slender white fingers, she must be a beauty.
The woman called aunt is Nan Feng, the third shopkeeper of Zhuoyuan Garden. The eldest sister smiled awkwardly: "It's unmistakable, it's him."
"This person is quite interesting. Who is the little girl next to her?"
"I don't know, maybe she is his concubine." Nanfeng said. Not many people in the capital knew about Liu Ying'er's noodle shop. Nanfeng usually didn't care about this, so it was normal that he didn't know her.
The masked beauty deflected the telescope and searched the crowd, and soon found what she wanted.
"This person is really a bit unpredictable, but it doesn't bother me. Let's set up a game to test his skills, aunt."
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Liu Ying'er was very bad. Seeing that the battle situation was not good for his side, he added small stones to the snowball. Yuan Feng had strong hands and high aim. He used the special snow bullets concocted by Liu Ying'er to kill both opponents in a short time.
A child smashed his head. The child burst into tears and went to complain to his parents. Seeing that he was in trouble, Liu Ying'er stuck out her tongue and pulled Yuan Feng away, and the two of them fled in a hurry.
After running for a distance, Liu Ying'er was so tired that she was panting. She was laughing while panting, her face was red, and her dimples were particularly obvious. Yuan Feng's hand was still being held by her, and a cold feeling came from Liu Ying'er.
My hands are cold.
"Is it cold?" Yuan Feng asked.
"Well, I'm all numb."
"Come, let me warm you up."
Yuan Feng held Liu Ying'er's hand and rubbed it vigorously, still breathing the heat on it. Suddenly Liu Ying'er's face turned red. This time it was not the kind of blush caused by cold, but a shy wine red.
, she took her hand away and ran away.
Maybe my uncle acted a little too ambiguous. Yuan Feng regretted it and was too embarrassed to chase after him. He found a tree stump nearby and sat down.
Suddenly, a cold hand reached into Yuan Feng's neck, which made him tremble. Just as he was about to turn around and counterattack, he heard a familiar giggle, it was Liu Ying'er again.
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Liu Ying'er finally had enough trouble and sat down next to Yuan Feng.
"Uncle, you are so awesome. You can defeat more than a dozen of them by yourself." Liu Ying'er said with admiration. She didn't know whether she was praising Yuanfeng or derogating him.
Yuan Feng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The majestic leader of the Xiliang Kingdom and the general with a hundred thousand troops could be said to be powerful in dealing with a bunch of idiots. He was really speechless.
"Dad said I would never grow up, but I think my uncle is about the same. He is just as playful as me."
"This...because I haven't played these games."
"Oh, what did you do when you were a child?"
Yuan Feng looked back at the group of half-grown children who were jumping around happily again. The scene of life in Shibalibao appeared in front of his eyes. Yes, what was I doing when I was as old as them?
Practicing martial arts, besides practicing martial arts, everything Yuan Feng learned since childhood was related to killing and fighting. He never enjoyed a carefree childhood at all.
After his uncle's death, Yuan Feng integrated into normal society and worked as a waiter in Hu Laizi's horse butcher shop. He cooked pots, cut meat and fed horses every day, and was busy making a living for himself.
Later, he killed the father and son of Du Yi Dao. The fifteen-year-old boy and his twelve brothers held up the sky. They raided Huangcaopu for hundreds of miles at night, killing and looting, and became famous as the Thirteen Taibao.
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These children in the capital are still enjoying their childhood and teenage life carefree. At their age, Yuan Feng has already begun a life of licking blood from the edge of a knife, and is forced to kill people in order not to be killed. All of this, Liu
How could Ying'er understand?
Yuan Feng was silent. Liu Ying'er seemed to feel his sadness and stopped talking. Her legs were dangling in the air, revealing a pair of Western-style sheepskin boots under her skirt. These were gifts given to Liu Songpo by the people in Luyang County.
Mr. Liu does not accept bribes, but he is still willing to accept the sincerity of the people. Of course, he will always double the payment afterwards to prevent the people from suffering a loss.
Under the pavilion not far away, a pair of lustful eyes looked at the pair of little boots. They made a cluck sound, and the owner of the lustful eyes swallowed his saliva.
"Pink, tender, delicate and cute, such a character is rare in the capital. Hu Neng, go and invite that woman."
The servant named Hu Neng straightened his corrugated hat, walked over proudly, came to Liu Ying'er and said: "My dear lady, our young master invites you to come and sit down."
Liu Ying'er was stunned, and looked up. There were several young gentlemen sitting in a pavilion not far away. They were handsome men with mink coats and elegant clothes. They looked like they were the sons of officials and officials. He took a dozen of them with him.
I brought my food box, brocade mat, Go chess, pen and ink with me, and there were several luxurious carriages parked in the distance, which was quite grand.
There was a young gentleman among them, who must have been the inviter. He held a paper fan in his hand and pretended to be elegant. He nodded slightly and greeted the beautiful lady.
Liu Ying'er burst into laughter, revealing two charming dimples.
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