The only way

Chapter 145 Baiyun Canggou, where is the beauty?

Near nostalgia is more timid.

Snow-skinned and black-haired, green dress and tulle, the slim and tall girl stands quietly at the bow of the boat, watching the beautiful scenery along the way, winding and continuously retreating, like a landscape painting with splashed ink.

The small town in the distance has come into view.

Antang City, Fuchun Building.

I don't know how everyone is doing now, does Huanniang still like to lean on the window sill and watch the scenery?Is Meizi still bluffing?Is Oriole still a singer in Fuchun Tower?
And the old Taoist, Uncle He, who never knew where he was going after we parted that year.
Is the old man still looking around for wine?Has Uncle He found his original heart?

And Shen Rong's mother and son, counting the time, sister Shen Rong's child should be more than ten years old now, right?
By the way, there are also the chivalrous but cunning rich businessman, the two children rescued by Lingchu, the villagers at the foot of Taoyuan Mountain, and the people of Taoyuan City.
Thinking about it carefully, it turns out that there are so many entanglements between her and the secular world.

At the beginning of the spirit, he was in a trance.

The delicate boat sailed flexibly along the river and directly into the inland wharf of Antang City.

There are several piers in Antang City, but in general, there are only two types, one is the piers outside the city, and the other is the piers inside the city.

This time, Lingchu took the boat on the way, which belonged to the family of officials, and had the qualification to sail directly into the inner city.

Relatively speaking, it is much more convenient.

Especially to Fu Chun Lou.

The ten-mile flower river lights are like daytime, which is not just talking.

Most of the flower streets in Antang City are near the water, and there is a painting boat on the Huahe River, with lanterns hanging every night, one boat after another, and the river water reflects the lanterns on the water surface, making each other brilliant.

Like the stars reflected in the river water.

And also relying on the river water, although it is not the same river, but there are intersections.

Get off the wharf in the inner city, take a small boat with awning on the small river, and you can follow the river to the Huahe River, which is known as the ten-mile flower river sales treasury.

Lingchu sat on the boat again, listening to the familiar lyrics and music along the coast, propped his chin, and showed a nostalgic smile.

The young woman holding a wooden oar looked curiously at the thinly dressed guest, with deep curiosity in her heart.

Eight out of ten people who come to Antang City have to come to the Huahe River to see the magnificent scenery. Although the young woman is a woman, she is already used to sending guests to the Huahe River.

It's not that I haven't seen any women go to Huahe, but it's not surprising that most women will disguise themselves a little, either to meet or catch people.

It's just that it's rare to go directly to Huahe in a woman's attire like this.

What's more, the exposed hand of the boat lady was blown by the howling cold wind, it was all red, and the nails were even light purple.

Obviously it was extremely cold, after all, the current Antang City was very cold in the twelfth lunar month of winter.

But Lingchu's whole body was covered with only a thin dress, and it happened to be such a thin dress. On the girl's snow-white cheeks, there was still a piece of clean white, rosy lips, and nimble fingers. The boat lady took a few glances, There are many doubts in my heart, why is it not cold?

Moreover, what is this girl going to Huahe to see, beauty?Isn't it enough to look at yourself in the mirror?

Moreover, it is still broad daylight now, and there is no one who is still in charge of the painting boat on the Huahe River. I am afraid that the girls are still comfortable and happy in the warm bed, who will open the door? ?
However, these are not things that the boat lady should worry about. Lingchu paid the boat fare and was sent to the bank of the Huahe River where the Fuchun Tower is located.

The boat lady collected the fare, and when it was delivered, the business was settled.

During the day, the girls are still resting, and it is cold season, the street where Fuchun Building is located is deserted, and no one wants to come out.

Came to the back door of Fuchun Tower with familiarity, stood on tiptoe, and tentatively dug in the small hole in the wall beside him, his fingertips felt a touch of ice cold.

Sure enough, Mrs. Chen, who is in charge of the keys to the back door, likes to keep a hand. This key is secretly hidden by Mrs. Chen, in case she accidentally loses the key one day, and can open the back door, so as not to be made things difficult by the building stewards punish.

This was also learned by Lingchu by accident. Meizi, who shared the same room, had a very good relationship with the dining room. Meizi knew everything about the big and small affairs in the dining room, including of course the matter that Mrs. Chen secretly hid the key.

It seems that Mrs. Chen has not left Fuchun Tower.

Opening the small door, Lingchu walked into the familiar backyard, looked at the backyard with sparse flowers and trees along the way, it was winter, but the backyard was still as gorgeous as spring, and smiled lightly.

It's been ten years, and I don't know how everyone is doing.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Lingchu closed his eyes, and his spiritual consciousness slowly flowed out.

The first thing I saw was plums.

Already in her 20s, a woman in her prime, her pretty face was flushed from sleep, wrapped in a thick brocade quilt, sleeping soundly.

That's the residence of the nobles in the building, the nobles, who are entertainers but not themselves.

Meizi, did you choose this path?also good.

Immediately afterwards, Lingchu saw strange faces again. Ten years was enough to change batch after batch of people in this place relying on young capital.

Orioles!

Lingchu's spiritual consciousness stopped in the innermost room on the second floor of Fuchun Building. The woman was lazily lying on a beauty chair covered with thick fur. The incense burner with gilded flowers and birds was filled with smoke, and the beautiful woman was well maintained. With a happy smile on his extremely meticulous face, his fingers were flying fast, and he was carefully counting the abacus in his hands, making crackling noises.

Here is Fuchunlou's mother's residence.

Oriole, has become the mother of Fu Chunlou?
The expression on Lingchu's face showed surprise for the first time.

With Huang Li's temperament, she really did not expect that she would stay in the building and be a mother.

For an elderly girl, it would be best if she had a benefactor to redeem her body, otherwise, she would rely on the money she worked so hard to save to redeem herself.

Because she is older and has affection, when a woman in the building reaches a certain age, the amount of money to redeem her body will be reduced appropriately.

But if you want to be the mother of Fuchunlou, you must not only have an outstanding appearance, but also have a lot of money to buy it.

Huang Li can't save money at all, she is a generous master, it is extremely rare to be able to save the money she redeemed herself, and don't think too much about other things.

Withdrawing the spiritual consciousness in the Oriole House, Lingchu slowly extended the spiritual consciousness to the top room of Fuchun Building.

That's the place where only the top names in Fu Chun Lou can live.

Spiritual consciousness paused at the door of the room, Lingchu had a rare hesitation, but this hesitation was no match for Miss Nian, and spiritual consciousness cautiously poked in.

Inside the house, everything is so familiar, it seems that nothing has changed in the past ten years.

The windows facing the sparkling river were tightly closed.

Inside, it was empty.

　Thank you Yangmei for the monthly pass, hehe.Raccoon is not here.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)