Dajing Sun and Moon

Chapter 63 The Madness of the Eastern Capital
Youshi, outside the Duanmen of Shenluo City.

The clouds were heavy, the fog was dark, and the black crows gathered densely, squawking, howling and jumping on the dry branches outside the city wall, and the eerie light looked down on the three Northland horses passing around the city indifferently.

The city wall that has not been repaired for many years seems to be in ruins. Through the mottled marks of knives and guns, the flames of the former Yanjing confrontation seem to be rekindled.

The black blood scab soaked into the cracks of the bricks looked like distorted magic patterns, and fell piecemeal into the chi-long gully, like a widowed old man in his dying years, struggling to survive.

Occasionally, spring buds pout their heads, and they are also destroyed and obliterated by the harsh winter, and the only vitality seems to be in jeopardy.

With a snort, the black crow flapped its wings and flew, flapping its wings and lurking towards a certain darkness. There was a rush of rattling sounds approaching in front of it. Liu Wenzhen was vigilant and shouted coldly: "Who is coming?"

The man was holding a long halberd, and just before nightfall, he melted the veil of the moon, completely revealing his proud face, only to hear him raise his head and say: "I am general Yanshan Song Ziyu, are you waiting for a guest from the west?"

The three of Xia Houchun were taken aback for a moment, and Liu Wenzhen frowned in displeasure.

Fang Xirou, who never forgot to dig a hole for Xia Houchun, said in a low voice: "This Luoyang order is so arrogant, it's nothing more than sending a pawn to meet His Highness Luanjia, but he is still sneaky. We really think we are relying on him."

These words were subconsciously filtered by Xia Houchun, he clasped the reins and cupped his fists with a smile and said, "That's right, the two of us came from the west."

"Since it's you, let's go with the general." The young general waved his gun impatiently and turned his horse's head. As for Liu Wenzhen, who was gloomy and cold, he automatically ignored him.

Xia Houchun laughed lightly, and after reminding Liu Wenzhen of "every major event must be calm", he patted his horse and followed up, riding side by side with the young general. Wenzhen has a ruddy complexion and a heroic appearance.

By the moonlight, the young general's suave and heroic appearance came into view, exuding a heroic aura all over his body, and a high-spirited vigorous aura soared to the sky, which could be seen from three miles away.

Except for the captain's standard armor, which is independent of the city defense battalion, the boots are white and spotless.

Looking down, the horse is panting evenly, and the horse and man are united as one, as if they have been tempered, but the horse's hooves still smell of broken grass and the faint smell of horse dung.

A copy of Weng Boying?

Fang Xirou's eyes were vicious, she pursed her mouth and said nothing, and muttered that it was an embroidered pillow, and the young general held the gun and clenched his buttocks again and again.

Liu Wenzhen looked playfully, and said with a smile: "I don't know who invited Chen Duwei to come here to welcome me?"

He reined in his horse to stop, his horse neighed, and he turned his head and said displeasedly: "Then why are you so sacred that Master Fang sent a general to greet you in person? Could it be that His Majesty still can't make a tour of the East?"

Xia Houchun stopped the angry Liu Wenzhen in advance, and smiled at Song Ziyu:
"Captain Song was just joking. Your Majesty has so many things to do every day. How can you go on a tour of the East in leisure? I can't wait for General Fang's deceased. I passed by here today and came here to pay a visit."

Song Ziyu's face softened a little, he really came to seek refuge with Master Fang, no wonder he was conflicted before, hum, yes, who doesn't have many poor relatives.

After secretly casting contemptuous glances at Xia Houchun, he galloped and greeted impatiently:

"Today, Master Fang is hosting a banquet for celebrities in the eastern capital. Many dignitaries, wealthy businessmen, and even military and political officials will attend the banquet. Hurry up, you may be late, and you may not even be able to enter the outside banquet."

Fang Xirou approached, and said in a low voice jokingly: "No wonder I only invited you today, it turned out to be incidental."

Xia Houchun cast a sideways glance at her, "Why, if I don't whip you a few times, are you really itchy?"

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was interested, Chen Ziyu turned his head and glanced at the two big men who were whispering, suspected to be 'talking about love'?
He secretly gasped, shivered for a moment, and subconsciously patted the horse's buttocks, keeping a distance.

On the faint Luoshui, ten-foot warships are patrolling the river. In the evening, fishing boats and commercial cabins are constantly flowing. The abundant harvest makes the fishmongers and merchants on the shore happy, and the noisy night market is booming day by day.

Dogs barking donkeys neighing horses, boats ringing bells and people making noise, it is a scene of prosperity and prosperity.

Xia Houchun and the three walked and watched, with great interest, and Song Ziyu, who was not surprised by it, had a look of contempt in his eyes, and thought to himself that he was indeed a country bumpkin, and perhaps he had never seen the grandeur of the Eastern Capital in his life.

He coughed lightly, and said in a leisurely voice: "The night market in my eastern capital is famous far and wide, and the goods are sold far and wide, from Qilu to the West Pass in the east, Youyan in Shuofang in the north, and the Jingyan border in the south. The treasures of the world, even Taikang's 'Two Sacred Lands' are slightly inferior."

Fang Xirou stood with her hands behind her back, nodding her head reservedly, "According to what Song Duwei said, could it be that the night market sells everything and everything you want?"

Obviously finding fault, Song Ziyu snorted softly, like a rooster raising its head, and said proudly:
"That's not true. Except for the tributes and salt and iron that were offered to Taikang, I have them in Shenluo. If you don't have them here, then the rest of Dajing will not be sold. It's also hard to find."

Liu Wenzhen didn't like this domineering young man from the very beginning. After all, he had lived in the inner court for a long time and was well-informed. After a sneer, he said disdainfully:
"Have everything? That's not necessarily true? Could it even have Xuanzong Daobao?"

Song Ziyu, who was clearly about to win the game, glanced at Liu Wenzhen, with a Xia Chong's indescribable attitude, which made Liu Wenzhen furious: "Speak up if you have something to say, let go if you have to fart, what kind of hero is hiding. "

This kind of juvenile trick and aggressive method doesn't work for others, but Song Ziyu obviously likes it. He smiled, looked at them with deep meaning and said, "Don't you know there is a saying in our circle?"

Fang Xirou on the side seemed to realize something, her smooth and handsome face seemed darkened, she snorted coldly and said nothing, which aroused Xia Houchun's interest, he smiled and said, "What are you talking about?"

Song Ziyu shook his head, and after humming, he said leisurely: "Heaven Capital Jiuzhong Immortal, Luohe Sanjiang God."

Liu Wenzhen frowned, there's nothing wrong with that.

Unexpectedly, this guy said quietly again: "Play with the daughter of Xuanzong on the left, and desecrate the Xiaolingmen on the right."

He chuckled, he didn't know if the head teacher had a daughter, but isn't Xiaolingmen the saintess of the Lingmen.

Xia Houchun couldn't help but glanced at the expressionless Xirou on the side, coughed heavily, and tried to ask with a straight face: "Do you know this joke about Tiandu Peak and Lingmen?"

Song Ziyu laughed wildly, and pointed at his whip: "So what if you know, can you still silence all the millions of people in my Eastern Capital?"

"If they dare to come to our Eastern Capital, they will never come back!"

Hearing these words, several people looked sideways. This tone, this boldness, is really crazy.

Xia Houchun sighed in admiration: "Mr. Song is worthy of being my great hero!"

After a few jokes, Song Ziyu was so carried away by Xia Houchun, his expression was so smug, he didn't notice the murderous intent on the forehead of that jade-like young man in brocade.

Just listening to him talk about Brother Xia, his warm attitude is completely different from the previous love and indifference.

After walking around to watch the flowers, watching the lanterns and the moon, they rushed to Fangfu at the end of You hour.

(End of this chapter)