The Red Chamber: Hang Qin Keqing at the start

Chapter 93 [093] A monk peeking at the sky together
At the same time, on a street in Shenjing City, a lame monk and a lame Taoist were walking side by side.

The mangy head monk was filthy all over and had mange sores all over his head.

The lame Taoist had one leg limped, leaned on a wooden stick, and walked with one foot high and the other foot low.

The clothes of these two people are sloppy and tattered, they look like beggars, but their demeanor and demeanor are unrestrained, unrestrained, leisurely, calm and calm, without the slightest embarrassment of poverty.

The scarlet-headed monk stroked his chubby double chin, squinted his eyes and said with a smile:
"Old Taoist priest, I did some calculations just now and found out that after entering the world, the fate of these romantic ghosts has changed."

The lame Taoist was taken aback when he heard the words, stopped, pinched his fingers to calculate, and exclaimed in surprise:

"Sure enough, there has been a change, but it is difficult to peek at the secrets of heaven. I couldn't figure out the final outcome of these romantic ghosts for a while."

The scarlet-headed monk said with a silly smile:
"Since you can't figure it out, let's not count it for the time being. Let's sing the song "Duhua Merry Evil Ghost Song" and have fun together, how about it?"

"Okay, okay, this song is a new ballad created by the two of us after we made "Good Song", so let's sing it again, so that ordinary people in Shenjing City can also listen to it."

After that, the two of them stood on the bustling street, chanting contentedly as if there was no one else around:

"I'm not a rich and honored official, and it's the first time in the world.

Cups of old wine growers settle down, bursts of wind and ink rain new.

Intoxicated with the emptiness of the world, conceited and unable to bear the style of Wei and Jin.

Cuiping is far away from the ancient bamboo forest road, and the old Fu Peach Blossom Rhyme Wanting Pavilion.

The spirit, wisdom, and wisdom have no master at all, and the universe is originally the beginning of all things.

The worries of the world are short of fame and wealth, and the longevity of Hai Laozhuang is redeemed.

The heavenly way and the yang soul have their own seals, and the earth, kun and yin are worshiped.

Tao Yun of the famous family is guarding it, and the wonderful medicine will definitely lead Guangling.

Wen Ran's romance is slow this night, what year will he send his way to drink and have fun.

The pen is rooted and passed down from generation to generation, and the Orchid Pavilion Banquet is prefaced by Kuaiji Mountain.

The writing and writing are extremely wide-eyed, and the singing is full of sleeves, hair and beard.

The poor old man doesn't know what is interesting, and he talks a lot about playing the piano and singing a lot.

Nothing is nothing but what is there, that is, the color is empty, and it is empty.

There is no color, no emptiness, and no form. There is emptiness, there is color, there is action.

Sex begins with great love and the road to the world, and love should be small and composed of poems.

The lofty and pure state has far-reaching aspirations, and those who are not good will return to life in seclusion.

The temple lives in the real Orion for a long time, and the fake Qingtu is far away from the rivers and lakes.

Looking up at the moon and horizontally living in colorful colors, riding the wind and morning dew to paint golden chicks.

Qin Wang reformed the law and returned to the six kingdoms, Han Wu long whip hated the frontier.

One-third of the world died of fame and wealth, and Jiang He kept silent about Kyushu's reminders.

The heroes roam the road of heroes, and the situation is so small that it can be described as lonely.

Crouching dragon goes first in all battles, Sima Bahuang roughly falls.

The banner hunter is blood-stained in the air, and the old woman picks up waste and ravines.

Youqi's eldest son has died in battle, but it's hard to know that the younger daughter Gou Fengyan.

Grandpa follows the army from north to south, where does concubine wander.

This is a poor family in front of the mountain, but they fight drums and ride swords fiercely.

Unkempt, half-human soul, half-scorched earth and mud.

The rise and fall of the world are all severe, and the people of the people are as miserable as graves.

In a hurry, April wanders away from the rain, and the absurd words are chaotic.

Dripping blood, the setting sun returns to look at the dusk, and the rivers and rivers are full of fierce souls.

Love, hatred, and sea are endless, and lust for fame and fortune cannot be suppressed.

Destiny belongs to the host, and human nature causes the cause.

The moon and shadows of the stars, the faint winds of the chaotic world.

The ashes of the ancient millennium burned like dust, and the three worlds wanted to be empty.

It is a rare drunken word in the world, spoken together by the blue sky and the white moon.

If there is knowledge among the vast clouds, lovesickness will last forever.

Believers are brave and brave, and the sea is broad and tolerant Fang Shiping.

The monarchs and ministers returned to the prefectures, and the people's clothing, food, lodging and travel flourished.

Parting hands to the bamboo forest, this is going to the capital Qianliyun.

With a belly full of economics, he looks around all over the world, and the generals in the court treat each other with Huashen.

Xiaoyu is desolate, his clothes are wrinkled, and the moss is gone.

The peach branches and new rainy leaves fall, looking at the broken township building with a few sorrows.

Gao Qing asked the ancients at night wine, when did he ever drink full of ambition and return to warmth.

A pool of hate water and a pavilion, the city that never sleeps in a drunken cup.

The shadows of Susu peaks and forests are beautiful, and the sky is desolate and misty.

Xuanxuanrangufei is near, and Mumuerquan penetrates the world.

The sea of ​​bitterness is inaction, the water is dense, and the green mountains are not tired of floating clouds.

Thirty is old, don't worry about drinking your soul when you drink it all up.

In this life, there is only wine to deceive your name, and this night is like a song of desire.

Wiping away tears and looking back, the eyes are old, and the beauty of the world does not leave spring. "

The two of them sang at the top of their voices without any scruples, causing the passers-by around to stop and watch, look sideways, point and talk, and most of them regarded them as lunatics.

The scarlet-headed monk smiled and said:

"I watched the sky last night, and found that there was a star breaking the army suddenly flashing in the northwest direction of Daming. It seems that there is an anomalous event in troubled times in the northwest direction."

The lame Taoist smiled indifferently and said:
"The appearance of Po Junxing means that the world is about to be in chaos. Coupled with the Greedy Wolf star in the northeast, the great Ming's country is in jeopardy!"

The scarlet-headed monk shook his head and sighed softly:
"The general trend of the world, the long-term division must be united, and the long-term union must be divided. This is a definite number. Now that the Greedy Wolf Star and the Pojun Star have appeared, I don't know when the Seven Killing Stars will appear?"

The lame Taoist muttered meaningfully:

"Maybe it's already in this world, but we haven't figured out where this star lives now."

On the other side, in Yuanyang Hot Pot Restaurant.

Qi Jiguang kicked open the door of the private room next door, and rushed into the room to have a look, only to see a brocade-clothed son sitting inside, who was the eldest prince Zhu Changluo.

In his arms, there is also a woman with heavy makeup and cool clothes.

Judging by the frivolous attire and the dusty atmosphere, she should be a brothel girl.

Zhu Changluo trembled in fright at the sudden kick on the door, and loosened his hands, and the Yao sister in his arms fell to the ground with a "plop".

When Zhu Changluo saw that it was Qi Jiguang, he was slightly relieved.

He just wanted to yell at Qi Jiguang for disturbing his mood, but unexpectedly, Qi Jiguang rushed in front of him, pinched his chin, forced him to open his mouth, and then stuffed a towel into his mouth.

Under Zhu Changluo's weird and terrified eyes, Qi Jiguang pushed him down on the table, and tied his hands behind his back with hemp rope.

Zhu Changluo let out a series of "huh" sounds, and at the same time glared at Qi Jiguang with murderous eyes.

Qi Jiguang smiled wryly in his heart, but the emperor's order was hard to disobey, so he leaned close to Zhu Changluo's ear and said softly:

"Your Highness, I have come to arrest you by order of His Majesty, please follow me back to the palace!"

On the other side, Ping'er knocked on Qin Keqing's courtyard door.

After a while, the door opened, and it was Qin Keqing's servant girl Baozhu who opened the door.

"Sister Ping'er, you are here, please come in!"

Baozhu's face was a bit haggard, but she still greeted her with a smile, and at the same time turned sideways to let Ping'er into the courtyard.

Ping'er asked nervously, "Is your master at home?"

Baozhu nodded and said:
"Yes, but she is sick and lying on the bed."

Ping'er's heart that had been hanging all this time relaxed, and asked:

"What's wrong with her? Is it serious?"

Baozhu responded with a bitter face:

"It's quite serious. An imperial doctor came to see it just now, but he didn't see what it was."

Ping'er frowned and asked:

"Why did you suddenly get sick? What is the cause?"

Baozhu's eyes dodged for a moment, as if trying to hide something, she said in a shy voice:
"It's hard to say, you'd better ask our grandma directly."

(End of this chapter)