A husband is not without tears and does not shed them during parting.
The stick and the sword are against the wine, and the shame is the face of a wanderer.
As soon as the viper stings the hand, the strong man's wrist will be freed.
His ambition is fame and success, so there is no point in sighing after parting.
——"Farewell" Lu Guimeng (Tang Dynasty)
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There are two staircases on the left and right of the hotel lobby, each leading to an independent private room on the second floor. On the east side of the staircase, there are more than a dozen capable guards with knives on guard. When the maids come in and out to serve, the extravagant expenses inside can be vaguely seen through the bead curtains.
Dignitaries and dignitaries ate here.
Downstairs, on the west and north side of the lobby, near the window, there are five or six officers drinking and eating meat. Judging from their clothes, they should be frontier soldiers. Their official ranks are not high. The two middle-aged officers with the highest positions are only middle-ranking officers.
Military rank.
Opposite the officer, at the west window, three young heroes, two men and one woman, were sitting. The three of them were dressed in elegant attire, wearing dark blue cloaks and swords hanging from their waists. The heroine among them had almond-shaped eyes and peach cheeks, and was beautiful and cool.
It's just that his cheeks are slightly longer and the corners of his eyes are raised, which gives people a feeling of coldness and arrogance. The three of them drank and talked happily without paying attention to other people in the hall.
At the south window in the middle of the lobby, there are more than a dozen warriors sitting huffing and puffing. These dozen people are uniformed in Tsing Yi shorts, with the word "Weiyuan" embroidered on their left chests. They should be the escorts of Chang'an Weiyuan Escort Bureau. The leading escort is short.
Slim and strong, he squatted on a bench, smoking a long brass pipe. His eyes seemed to be open and closed, like the flickering flame in a pipe.
There were three people sitting close to the bodyguard. The leader was in his fifties, with a rosy complexion, a handsome appearance, and a long beard. He looked like a member of a wealthy family. There were two of his subordinates, the older one, dressed as a scholar, shaking his feather fan. The younger warrior.
, Chinese character face, lying eyebrows, a look of uprightness.
The leader, the tattooed Hu man, was looking at everyone carefully when he heard a "bang" sound and the door of the inn was pushed open by two attendants. A group of young handsome men and beauties walked into the inn chatting and laughing. These people were dressed luxuriously and talked and laughed frivolously.
Everyone has a servant with a sword to protect them personally. It seems that they should be the descendants of Chang'an's powerful people.
These powerful men turned a blind eye to everyone in the hall, and without even looking at them, they walked directly to the private room on the second floor on the west side.
One of the three young heroes spat at the backs of the powerful disciples and said disdainfully: "Junior sister, these people are the notorious Bee and Butterfly Party in Chang'an. They are composed of a bunch of idle yamen, headed by Qing Gua.
The shameless person is Li Musheng, the son of the great traitor Li Linfu."
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The elder hero quickly made a gesture of silence and said: "Junior brother, be careful that walls have ears, be careful what you say!"
The heroine with almond-shaped eyes and rosy cheeks snorted coldly and said: "They'd better restrain themselves and don't hit our hands, otherwise we will let them taste the taste of the 'Kongtong Three Swords'!"
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By the time everyone was having dinner, it was already dark, and it was time to turn on the lanterns. The guys lit up the seven or eight eight-pointed Toad Moon Palace lanterns hanging on the beams. The palace lights illuminated beautifully, making the hall as bright as day.
The waiters were busy walking around the hall, serving dishes and serving wine. For a while, the aroma of delicious food and wine filled the hall.
The first tattooed Hu man took out a bronze medal from his arms and put it on the corner of the table. The waiter who came to serve the wine took a look and understood. He quickly took out a bronze medal from his arms and put it into the hands of the tattooed Hu man. The tattooed Hu man looked at it
This bronze medal had numbers engraved on it. He nodded slightly and put the bronze medal into his arms and put it away.
While everyone was eating, a slim and graceful singer appeared on the high platform in the center of the hall. She was wearing a white gauze, with waterfall-like black hair, and her hair was as long as her waist.
She timidly sat there on her knees, holding the pipa in her hands, delicate, shy, and pitiful, like a timid elk in the forest.
She first took out the incense burner and burned a plate of incense. The smoke curled up like musk deer and orchid.
Under the gaze of everyone, she lowered her eyebrows and played slowly with her hands, twisting and picking with her fingertips. The big strings were noisy, like a rushing river. The small strings were cutting, like gurgling streams and springs. The sound of the piano was long and exciting. At the end of the song, she plucked the strings.
The whole house was moved.
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After finishing the meal, the waiters cleared the tables and made new tea for the guests. The famous waiter just walked up to the tattooed leader, Hu Renming, and whispered a few words.
The tattooed Hu man nodded frequently. After listening, he took out a silver ingot from his arms and gave it to the waiter. The waiter thanked him with a salute and stood up to lead the way.
The tattooed Hu man and another fierce Hu man warrior surrounded the female highness and followed the waiter, bypassing the side door, passing through the corridor, and arriving at a secret room in the inn.
The secret room has no windows and is extravagantly decorated. The ground is covered with thick Persian carpets, which make no sound when you step on them. The walls are covered with large and beautifully framed calligraphy and paintings, which should be written by famous artists.
The secret room is several feet wide and can accommodate more than ten people. According to the directions, several rosewood armchairs are placed. In the middle of the secret room is a huge Eight Immortals table, which is brightly painted.
When the tattooed Hu man arrived, the three members of the rich family and the three swordsmen of Kongtong had already arrived. The rich man and his wife were all smiles, and they bowed their hands to the tattooed Hu man. The tattooed Hu man protected his chest with his right hand and bowed to salute.
The Three Swordsmen of Kongtong were talking to themselves, and the young hero occasionally glanced at Her Highness Charming Hu Nu while his junior sister was not paying attention.
Afterwards, Li Musheng walked into the secret room with two men and three women, and sat down on the main seat. When the waiter saw him, he hurriedly went to his ear to give him a few words. Then Li Musheng reluctantly moved to the deputy chair.
On the main seat. This position happened to face the Hu man in black. Li Musheng was immediately fascinated by the charming Hu Nu's sapphire-like eyes, and a pair of thieving eyes were like nails driven into the Hu Nu's civet cat-like demonic body. Not only did Her Highness Hu Nu
Instead of blaming Li Musheng for his rude prying, he smiled seductively. The look at each other made Li Musheng scratch his heart like a cat's claws, and he couldn't tell whether he felt comfortable or uncomfortable.
Not long after Li Musheng sat down, he heard the jingling of rings. Two guardsmen with swords opened the bead curtain. Surrounded by the maids, a man with a green feather dress and a red shawl swayed in. It was Mrs. Guo Guo.
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The waiter hurriedly introduced Mrs. Guo Guo to the main seat. Everyone in the secret room also stood up, nodded and saluted.
Li Musheng sincerely looked down on relatives like the Yang family who had become rich overnight. He did not get up and lazily held his hands in his hands, even as he said hello.
Of course Mrs. Guo Guo knew who Li Musheng was. She even looked down on the gang of dandy boys in the capital who hid under the wings of their fathers to eat, drink, whore and gamble. She snorted coldly, without even looking at Li Musheng, and sat down to drink tea.
Seeing everyone gathered, the second manager of the inn, Shopkeeper Huang, walked in. He was about fifty, had a shaved head, sharp eyes, and looked very capable.
With a smile on his face, he bowed his hands to everyone and said: "Our 'Yue Lai Club' is a membership-based business. The bronze medals in your hands are your membership status. You can enter with your bronze medal and trade with your bronze medal. Our family's
The goods bought and sold by Yuelaihui are quite special. The rules of the trade emphasize that once the goods are delivered, they will not be returned. What tests the seller's vision is the seller's vision. As for whether you can find treasures or miss something? It all depends on your luck."
Li Musheng was impatient and interrupted Shopkeeper Huang, saying: "Old Huang, stop talking nonsense. Your market only opens once every ten days, which is frustrating. Bring the treasure up quickly, hurry up!"
Shopkeeper Huang laughed and said: "Master Li is indeed a wonderful man. He came all the way from Chang'an to support him. I won't say more, please enjoy it slowly."
After that, with a wave of his hand, the guys brought in a long box.