Lincheng Huamo Chapter 125: Broken dreams of rivers and lakes
Li Yunhong's expression did not change even when he was scolded, but became even more playful. He clapped his hand, and his daughter's red jar rose up from the table, then he grabbed it with his right hand and brought the mouth of the jar to his mouth.
Take a few sips and feel happy.
"Happy! With a promise, today my two brothers will just drink. After leaving this house, you are the king and I am the minister. You guide the country in the temple, and I will kill and bury you in the rivers and lakes."
Zhu Yinuo wished he could hold the long sword in his hand and destroy Li Yunhong's bad mouth with one blow.
"Don't blame me. In my whole life, apart from my eldest brother, I, Li Yunhong, am the only brother like you. I, Li Yunhong, want to be a high-ranking official and make a fortune in the world. Damn it, I don't want to mess around with you in this bloody world.
understand?"
Somehow, Li Yunhong's tone began to sound sad, and his eyes were rosy. He took a few more sips of wine, wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, and sat on the bench leaning against the wall as before.
He swayed his legs and began to read a long poem leisurely.
Wake up in the flower room,
Drunk is also a flower room.
Greedy for half a lifetime of leisure,
Temples and rivers and lakes are far away.
A hundred days of pure wine,
Haoran's chest.
Let the world laugh,
Wine, sword, and horse,
Overnight at Red Flower.
Hold a book,
Hold a sword,
Think about what you are doing,
Sit and think.
The words fell, the altar was raised high, the wine fell, half of the mouth was wet, and half of the face and clothes were wet.
Come on, come on! With a raise of your hand, the wine jar flew up and landed on the ground. The loud noise startled the waiter and made the shopkeeper wonder, what's wrong with this guest today?
Looking at Zhu Yinuo again, his expression was cold, and his former friend was disdainful. He stood up, slapped a piece of gold on the table, and stepped away.
"Farewell today, I will dream about my heroic dream, and you will experience your tribulations. I, Zhu Yinuo, am not as big a brother as Li Yunhong!"
Every word touched his ears and touched his heart. Li Yunhong watched his childhood friend leave the store and lead the horse. He heard the sound of the horse's hooves and thought that he had gone far away.
"Farewell today, you will be your King of Jinling, and I will be your Huayun Dao. Anyone who stands in the way of your grand plan, kill him!"
Bold words can only be whispered softly, but who can hear them?
Thinking about the time, the ghost woman should have prepared a pair of weapons, and it's time to get them to become a ruthless and unjust person.
This year, Li Yunhong was only sixteen. He was supposed to be a happy and carefree age, but when he looked at his hands, all he saw was blood red. If he could write and ink with a pen, who would want to hold a sword and create a bloody storm.
He also walked out of the tavern and strode away. The bartender in the tavern looked confused. What kind of drama is this so early in the morning? Come and leave as soon as you say. Just say yes, and scold you as much as you say.
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Can Li Yunhong blame Zhu Yinuo? Can Zhu Yinuo blame Li Yunhong?
I don't think so, because one person's surname is Zhu and the other person's surname is Li.
Zhu Yinuo wanted to ride a horse to Mo County. He wanted to run up to Mo Ming and chatter in his ear. Maybe Mo Ming would continue to laugh at his dream of being in the world, but the other person was Mo Ming, and there was no point in laughing at him.
It doesn't matter. It is Li Yunhong who laughs and despises his big dream today.
Not willing, not willing.
With nowhere to go, I had to go back to the Forbidden City and trapped myself alone in the martial arts hall. I held a sword in my hand and struck out an unknown number of times, just one sword after another. I couldn't see the tricks or moves.
When he moved, he practiced the upright sword, the flat sword, the vertical sword and the vertical sword. His face was expressionless, as if he was in a daze.
When the body moves, the sword moves. The standing sword moves. One sword cuts, another hangs, one lifts, and another stabs.
Then he became calm again, his face was emotionless, and he returned to his original state of daze.
When the body moved again, the sword also moved with it. One sword cut out and the other collapsed, and the Yunjian turned into a point sword.
For nearly two hours, Zhu Yinuo practiced his sword over and over again, but he still had no sword moves and no sense of sword intention. He just practiced the twenty-two simplest sword movements. The sword movements remained unchanged and the order of sword movements remained unchanged.
No pattern can be found.
After a long time, the twenty-two movements were inexplicably coherent. Look at him
Drawing the sword is like a beautiful woman dancing at a banquet. If Kui Mulang were in this martial arts hall at this moment and saw Zhu Yinuo like this, would he be lucky or sad?
This young prince's progress and understanding are indeed worthy of Zhuge Sword Master's comments, but such haste and impatience will inevitably lead to the danger of backing things up, and the subsequent practice will be worrying.
When he was lying on the floor panting, there was a knock on the door. A palace lady opened the door, and when she saw the look in Zhu Yinuo's direction, she felt a chill go down her spine. She walked up to the little overlord of Jinling with trembling steps.
I told him what happened, and when I saw him waving his hands, he ran away as if he had been granted amnesty.
After hearing the news, Zhu Yinuo was also a little puzzled that his brother would invite him to drink wine in the Qinhuai River. This was a bit abnormal.
Although he was not as close to his younger brother as Mo Ming, but his brother summoned him, it would not be appropriate not to go. Zhu Yinuo discarded his sword, returned to his residence to wash up, changed his clothes, and rode to the Qinhuai River.
It's only afternoon now, and the Qinhuai River is not at its most beautiful yet. But the strange thing is that the entire road along the river has been blocked by people from the city inspection department. Zhu Yinuo finds it interesting that there are so many things to do after just drinking.
After thinking about it, my brother is drinking here today, so it is naturally different.
Following the people from the City Patrol Department who led the way, Zhu Yinuo stopped at the four-story restaurant. When he stopped and saw the door, he couldn't help but be stunned. Good guy, five steps and one guard. This ordinary drunkard saw this battle.
How dare you come in to have fun and spend money.
After entering the gate, a majestic sound of the piano came. Looking for the sound, I saw a group of charming dancers dancing to the music. In the center, there was a man in a gorgeous yellow robe playing the piano. Looking at him, he looked very happy, and
Self-absorbed.
The sound of this piano is really not bad. Although it is not as good as Da Si Yue and other musicians, it shouldn't be too difficult to judge Da Xu.
Zhu Yinuo walked straight over, and the beautiful girls who were dancing did not stop dancing. They all took small steps to make way for the young prince.
The person playing the piano was naturally no one else but his younger brother Zhu Jiannan.
Zhu Yinuo did not bother Zhu Jiannan. He looked around and saw an exquisite long flute. He picked it up and put it to his mouth.
After breathing out his breath, the flute sounded. The ethereal sound of the flute echoed the majestic sound of the piano. The listeners seemed to see a beautiful and beautiful picture of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. What the listeners didn't know was that there were two people in Mo County, one playing the piano and the other playing the pipa.
, the music is beautiful and makes people intoxicated, as if they are in a fairyland.
Suddenly, the sound of the piano changed, and the fighting on the battlefield began. Zhu Yinuo frowned slightly, and also changed his tune, and the sound fell for nine days to make the purple clouds bloom, and the moon was shining brightly.
Adding a touch of splendor to this endless battlefield of blood-stained white robes, Zhu Jiannan, who was playing the piano, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, smiling, but also revealing a bit of helplessness.
After all, after all, Xiao Yinuo still couldn't let go of the world and his dream of being a hero.
As the tail strings are plucked at the end, the head of the piano taps lightly, and the sound of the flute becomes mournful.
The flute left his mouth, but the lingering sound was still there. Zhu Yinuo opened his eyes and saw his brother looking at him with a smile on his face. When their eyes met, he felt a little strange inexplicably.
"Yi Nuo, come and sit down."
Zhu Yinuo sat on the left side of Zhu Jiannan. The attendant took away the piano and flute, and handed him fine wine and some snacks. Zhu Jiannan straightened the two wine glasses, filled each of them, raised one glass and drank it all.
When the wine glass was empty, Zhu Jiannan squinted and said "Ah", quite enjoying it. Zhu Yinuo also raised the glass and imitated Zhu Jiannan's example and drank it all in one gulp. He thought it was just a glass of wine, but he took it in his mouth.
The spicy taste made his complexion change.
When Zhu Jiannan saw his little brother's appearance, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. His breath was strong and he didn't look like someone who was critically ill and weak at all.
"Why, just a glass of strong wine has convinced us, the little overlord of Jinling?"
Zhu Yinuo immediately filled a glass for himself and drank it all in one gulp. This time it was even worse. This was more than just strong wine. I am afraid that even the wine that the hunters in Hancheng used to ward off the cold would not be as strong as this wine. Zhu Yinuo
I asked the attendant to get ice water and drank a few bowls of it, which made me feel better.
"Brother, you are in such a good mood today, and you even drank such spicy wine. Xiao Li Zibai and I didn't even dare to drink such a thing."
Zhu Jiannan filled himself up again
I drank the cup in one gulp, and finally smashed it into my mouth, still wanting to finish it.
"When a man is in this world, he should ride a horse, drink strong wine, and have as many beauties as possible to warm his bed. Otherwise, his job as a man in this life will be in vain."
Zhu Yinuo was not convinced, so he poured himself another glass and drank it all in one gulp. The wine went into his throat, and the whole throat was stinging. The harder he tried to endure it, the more weird and interesting his expression became. That way, Zhu Jian was offended.
The man laughed loudly again.
"Brother, you've gone too far."
Zhu Jiannan looked at his younger brother jokingly and asked, "Oh, where is it too much? How can it be too much for two brothers to have a meal of flower wine?"
"In return for the wine, you should give me all the Thirteen Secrets of Qinhuai..."
Before Zhu Yinuo finished speaking, Zhu Jiannan clapped his hands, and saw the dancers in the center retreating one after another, and one after another beautiful ladies in gorgeous clothes and exquisite makeup came from the restaurant.
Zhu Yinuo swallowed his saliva when he saw one of them. This, this, this, turned out to be the thirteen oirans of the Qinhuai River. Each one of them had a charming smile and beautiful eyes. Those smiles were charming, Zhu Yinuo
I wish I could immediately tear off the other party's clothes and rectify the Fa on the spot, which would be a happy experience.
Seeing the little guy's eyes dazed and his face full of obsession, Zhu Jiannan found it even more interesting and gently hit his head with a fan to bring him back to his senses.
"Brother, you are so awesome. No matter how much money others spend, you may not be able to invite these little ladies. Come and have a drink. Thirteen of them are a lot."
Zhu Yinuo could hardly hold back his comments, and Zhu Jiannan felt speechless and embarrassed. It was really, really, really hard to put into words that a descendant of the Jinling Zhu family could be so unsatisfactory.
"Don't look at it, don't look at it. If you are really young and in good health, these thirteen pretty girls will all be yours tonight."
When Zhu Yinuo heard this, he immediately turned his head. The light in his eyes was almost burning, which made Zhu Jiannan feel that the Zhu family was disgraced.
"But today, I called you here because I just wanted to drink and chat. I don't care about the other things."
Zhu Yinuo sat up straight, poured wine for his little brother with great attentiveness, and said with terrifying courtesy: "Brother, please drink."
Zhu Jiannan found it interesting and took the wine. He didn't drink it all this time, he just took a sip and then put down the glass. With a wave of his hand, thirteen pretty courtesans gathered around the two brothers.
Swallow makes people feel like they are bathed in the spring breeze and like drunken flowers.
Zhu Jiannan clapped his hands again. Except for these thirteen pretty courtesans, the rest of the people, including the attendants and guards, not to mention the pretty girls in the restaurant, all retreated. Only thirteen of them were left in the entire empty hall.
And Zhu Jiannan didn't seem to mind at all that these thirteen pretty courtesans were by his side, and he didn't shy away from talking to Zhu Yinuo.
"Yi Nuo, I want to know, brother, what do you want to do most in the coming years?"
Zhu Yinuo was still immersed in the gentleness of the oiran beside him. Both his hands and face were restlessly groping and rubbing against the bodies of these charming girls. When his brother asked, he immediately became serious.
"Master said that after ten years of practicing swordsmanship, I will definitely become a heroic warrior."
Zhu Jiannan nodded and asked again: "So, you have practiced swordplay for ten years and have achieved success with the sword. What do you want to do?"
Zhu Yinuo was slightly stunned. He had indeed never thought about this.
Zhu Jiannan continued: "My martial arts skills are highly praised by others. Have you ever thought about it, like my uncle, there is Tianshui Villa, like Zhong Xihou, there is the city that never sleeps in the West. So, Xiao Yinuo, do you think these people pay more attention to,
Is it the fame of the world, or the one-third of an acre of land?"
Zhu Yinuo wanted to answer, but didn't know how to answer.
"You are the young prince of Jinling. If you want to be strong and prosperous in the world, then if you leave the prince's palace, where will you get your money? Where will you get your house and farmland? But like those warriors, you are looking for a place of power and power for you.
Work hard to get a place of worship?"
Zhu Yinuo frowned and couldn't help but nodded. He really had never considered this.
"So, what Brother Wei wants to say is that you should practice your sword and don't go to Jianghu."