The famous capital of Huaizuo, the best place in Zhuxi.
The great poet Li Bai once wrote a poem "Farewell to Meng Haoran in Guangling". The old man left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks came to Yangzhou in March to describe the time to visit Yangzhou.
The great poet Du Mu dreamed of Yangzhou for ten years and won the reputation of a brothel to write about the prosperity of Yangzhou.
Liu Song drove the carriage into Yangzhou City Gate, gently pulled the horse's reins, and made the horse stop.
"Master, we have arrived in Yangzhou and have just passed the gate of Yangzhou City. Should we go directly to Shopkeeper Ma's house or take a stroll in Yangzhou City first?"
When the three of them arrived in Yangzhou from Jinling, it was already three o'clock in the morning. The city of Yangzhou was crowded with people, people were coming and going on the streets, traders and merchants gathered, and it was a lively and prosperous scene.
For the first time, Liu Mingzhi put down the poetry book in his hand and stuck his head out to look at the bustling Yangzhou City.
Liu Mingzhi himself knows how much he has. When it comes to doing business, compared with the old man, he is just like a sparrow meeting Kunpeng. He still knows what level he is at. The so-called knowing a son is like a father. The old man will not know whether he is this material. The so-called
Going to Yangzhou to handle business matters was just an excuse.
It was just an excuse to stay away from the land of right and wrong in Jinling. Liu Mingzhi thought clearly on the way. As for the reason for leaving Jinling, Liu Mingzhi racked his brains and couldn't figure it out.
Just because he dedicated a poem to a brothel girl, the old man sent himself to Yangzhou City?
Hey, that's really it.
So if you think too much about simple things, they will become more complicated.
Qi Yun was riding on the horse, guarding the side of the carriage like a bodyguard. Seeing the scene of numerous shops and stalls in Yangzhou City, a woman's nature was fully exposed, and she was interested in everything she saw.
After jumping out of the carriage, Liu Mingzhi moved his body. Sitting in a closed place like a carriage for a long time would inevitably lead to back pain. Looking at Qi Yun on horseback, he seemed much more comfortable?
Is riding comfortable? Qi Yun wanted to spit on Liu Mingzhi's face. The ride was bumpy and her butt hurt. In addition, from Jinling to Yangzhou, her whole body felt like falling apart. It was so comfortable.
"Sir, I have been to Hangzhou and visited Suzhou, but I have never been to Yangzhou. Since I am here, I might as well take a tour and live up to God's good wishes. Brother Qi, what do you think?"
Qi Yun also got off her horse and stretched her body: "I came to Yangzhou purely for fun, and I will just follow Brother Liu's arrangements."
"Then let's take a stroll." After saying that, he threw the book in his hand into the carriage and took the lead in leading the way to look at the scenery of Yangzhou City.
Touching the mask from time to time and looking at the Tang man, Liu Mingzhi seemed to have forgotten what happened in Jinling.
"Brother Qi, how do you think Yangzhou City compares to our Jinling?"
A long while passed but no one answered: "Brother Qi, what's the point?"
It turned out that Qi Yun was picking up a hairpin and looking through it in front of a jewelry vendor.
"The appearance of a big man also hides the heart of a girl, so there is nothing wrong with jewelry."
Liu Mingzhi leaned forward and said, "Brother Qi, your seven-foot-tall man wouldn't be interested in these women's things, would he?" As he spoke, he habitually put his right hand around Qi Yun's shoulders, just like how later generations would treat brothers.
Qi Yun was looking through the carved hairpin in her hand when her body suddenly stiffened. She turned her head coldly and glanced at Liu Mingzhi, who was looking at the jewelry, and put the hairpin back in her hand.
His right hand quietly touched the sword at his waist. The scabbard of the sword was plain and dull. A loud sword chant came out, and the sword was half drawn out. In an instant, a cold sword energy came out, and the sword blade flashed coldly under the sunlight.
The cold light.
A gust of breeze came and blew the silk belt around Qi Yun's waist. The belt was driven by the wind and blew towards the sword blade. Silently, the belt broke off and fell with the wind.
With such a simple and unpretentious scabbard, who would have thought that the sword in the scabbard could actually be a magic weapon that can cut iron like clay and make quick decisions.
"Ah haha, I didn't expect that the weather in Yangzhou is so much colder than that in Jinling. It seems that I need to wear two more clothes. It will be uncomfortable if I get cold."
Liu Mingzhi, three meters away, licked his face and smiled angrily at Qi Yun, who was holding the sword hilt.
With a clanking sound, the sword was sheathed, Qi Yun picked up the hairpin again and looked at it: "Hey, bitch."
"Bah, you reckless man. If I can beat you, I'll have to keep you in bed for three years. I really think I'm afraid of you. I'm a wise man who knows the current affairs."
"Hey, come here."
"Okay, Brother Qi, please give me your orders."
"I want to buy a hairpin as a gift for my sister. You pick one."
"Why, it's none of my business if you buy gifts for your sister. I'm just an outsider. You can buy whatever you want. Let me choose whatever you want."
Qi Yun's hand touched the hilt of the sword again: "There is so much nonsense, just take your pick." Then she gestured towards the stall: "Take your pick."
"Pick, pick right away."
Liu Mingzhi walked slowly to the stall and recalled Qi Yun's appearance. Would this tough girl know how to use this thing? Recalling that the first two times he met Qi Yun, she casually used a colorful ribbon to restrain the three of them.
Qian Qingsi, it seems that she has never worn any jewelry before.
"How about this one?" Qi Yun handed over a mahogany hairpin with a butterfly carved on it.
I have to say that the boss's craftsmanship is very good. These hairpins are either carved with flowers, plants, or birds and animals. Each one looks natural, as if it was born, which shows that the boss's craftsmanship is very important.
"Brother Qi, I have to say that your taste is not very good. My sister has ice-cold skin and a complexion as white as snow. The mahogany butterfly hairpin you chose is not worthy of my sister at all."
"Then you pick, and I'll see what kind of good stuff you can pick out."
Liu Mingzhi carefully looked through all the hairpins and found that they seemed to be inconsistent with Qi Yun's temperament. It's not that these boss's careful products are not good-looking, but that they are too beautiful and do not match Qi Yun's temperament.
"Why do you, a grown-up man, take so long to pick something? Are you sure you've got it right?"
"Why do you think I'm a big man and make you look like a woman? Didn't you just toss it over and over again and not choose a good one? And you're still talking about me."
Qi Yun knew that she had made a mistake, so she nodded and did not dare to answer Liu Mingzhi's words.
"No, no, none of Brother Qi's hairpins seem to match your sister's. Your sister's temperament is like...how to describe that?"
"Temperament, what temperament?"
"Well, the ten thousand-year-old Tianshan snow lotus is pure and elegant. It can be seen from a distance but not played with. These hairpins are too vulgar."
The boss couldn't bear it anymore. The two men looked through everything but refused to buy anything. No one could bear it.
"You two gentlemen, I still have to do business. If you two don't buy it, don't delay other customers."
Liu Mingzhi also knew that this was inappropriate and consciously stepped aside.
"I don't care. Before I left home, I promised my sister that I would buy her a gift. You must choose one."
"What the hell? I have to choose one. You are too pushy. That is your sister. Why should I choose your sister's gift? She is not my mother-in-law."
Afraid that the air would suddenly become quiet, Qi Yun blinked and looked at Liu Mingzhi.
Liu Mingzhi took a breath: "Then what? The engagement has been agreed, and your sister seems to be my mother-in-law in name only?"
Qi Yun was stunned and nodded innocently.
Your sister: "Mother-in-law, my mother-in-law? Our family is unfortunate!"
"What did you say?"
"I'm talking about blessings. This is my blessing, Liu Mingzhi. I haven't done anything good in my eighteen lifetimes. No, my eighteen generations of ancestors have accumulated good deeds."
"real?"
"Heaven and earth can be used as a guide."
"Where's the gift?"
"Gift, gift? Yes, you wait."
Liu Mingzhi got on the carriage and dug out a wooden hairpin wrapped in handkerchief from the bookcase. This was the wooden hairpin he bought on the street for the first time when he left the house. He thought of giving it to his future wife. Now it was better.
I also gave it to my daughter-in-law: "This plain hairpin will definitely match it."
Qi Yun took the wooden hairpin and started to caress it: "You protect it so well, which girl are you going to give it to?"
"Collect it, collect it, it will be a perfect match for your sister."
Qi Yun smoothly pulled out the jade hairpin on her head, and her three thousand green hairs rippled immediately, and a few naughty hairs floated onto Liu Mingzhi's face, making Liu Mingzhi itch, so he brushed it off.
"Brother Qi, although you don't look very good, and you are even a bit unsightly, the texture of your hair is really similar to that of your sister. There is nothing to say about Qi Shishi's genes."
Qi Yun tied up her hair and inserted a hairpin into it: "This is the best gift I have ever received."
"What?"
"I mean, my sister and I have similar hair texture, so she will definitely like it."