Xue Yue was taken to Da Nei overnight, and the others were taken to the prison of Shuntian Mansion.
The troops responsible for patrolling Tokyo have still not retreated. They will maintain the curfew until the next morning.
After several more wake-up calls, the last light gradually went out under the night sky. This ancient city of Luoyang finally regained its tranquility after experiencing its glitz.
The night is full of people, the moon and stars are sparse.
Outside the window, a peach tree was in full bloom, trembling gently under the moonlight. The mottled shadow cast on the window was particularly lovely.
In the bird's nest on the branch, "a lazy little bird huddled tightly there. Occasionally the wind blew by, and the soft down fluttered slightly. The bird moved its lovely head and fell into a deep sleep again.
In the window, the dim candlelight swayed gently. The two figures were projected on the window lattice, which was particularly warm.
"I heard there's a peony party tomorrow!"
"oh!"
"Uncle!"
"Okay, let's go take a look tomorrow!"
"whee!"
"It's late at night, uncle!"
"Ah! Let's sleep!"
The sound of undressing and taking off one's belt...
"go out!"
"oh!"
With a creak, the door opened.
A scholar escaped from the room in embarrassment. Looking back at the door that closed with a bang, the scholar sighed with regret: "Hey, the revolution has not been successful yet, comrades still need to work hard!"
Turning his head, the night wind blew on his face, bringing with it the fragrance of flowers and plants. Under the silver moonlight, the peach trees bloomed quietly. The scholar raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the dark blue night sky and smiled lightly, with a leisurely expression.
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In the early spring of the fifth year of the Qingyuan Period of the Great Zhou Dynasty, under the moonlight at night in Luoyang, the peach blossoms blooming quietly and the dim lights under the trees formed the most beautiful scene.
The morning wind blew through the wind chimes under the eaves, tinkling.
Under the gorgeous sunshine, the peach blossoms are shining every day. The crystal clear water hangs on the pink petals and shines. The birds in the nests on the tree also peck their own feathers lightly and chirp.
It chirped, spread its wings and flew away nimbly.
The wind blew, and the delicate petals floated down. One petal still stained with dew swayed in the air, swirling and falling gently.
Just when it was about to fall onto the wet ground, a pair of flawless white hands that beat the frost and snow gently caught it.
There was a slight smile on the woman's cheeks that were more beautiful than peach blossoms. She gently touched the crystal dew with her fingers, and smiled, which was a beautiful spring scene.
At this time, the door to the side opened, and the scholar yawned and walked out of the room.
"Good morning, uncle!" The woman held up her skirt, stood up, smiled brightly, and said to the scholar.
"Morning!" The scholar looked at the woman who was as beautiful as a fairy bathed in the morning light and smiled warmly.
Holding hands, we walked out the door.
Looking at the shy face of the woman beside him, Lu Heng raised his head and looked at the blue sky above his head and the warm sunshine, feeling comfortable.
The Peony Flower Festival is one of the most beautiful places in Luoyang.
Every year in April and May, it is supervised by the government and is of unprecedented scale.
At this time of year, tourists from all over the country come here in droves. In front of the ancient White Horse Temple, there is a bustling crowd and a crowd of tourists.
The large sum of money that the good man and woman threw down casually made the monk responsible for greeting him at the door so happy that he couldn't close his mouth and kept thinking "good, good!"
Along the way, when we reached the White Horse Temple, the air was filled with the rich fragrance of peonies. It was sweet and soft!
Listening to her uncle's explanation about the peony flower party, Liu Qingqing's pretty face was filled with smiles, and her beautiful eyes were filled with sparkles.
"Uncle, have you ever been to Tokyo?" Liu Qingqing asked in surprise.
"No!" Lu Heng said with a smile.
"Uncle lied!" Liu Qingqing lowered her head and murmured in a low voice.
Uh, okay, things seem a bit serious.
Looking at the sad expression of the woman next to him, Lu Heng smiled helplessly.
He had indeed been here before, but it was still in his previous life. How should he tell her?
He raised his head and looked at the solemn White Horse Temple in front of him, as well as the spring garden he saw through the door of the temple. Lu Heng pondered for a long time, his clear eyes were a little erratic. After a long time, he looked back,
Shaking her head with a wry smile, Youyou said: "How many flowers have fallen in my dreams!"
Smiling lightly, there was a hint of sadness in his words: "It feels like a lifetime ago!"
There were some inexplicable emotions in my heart that were difficult to resolve, and for a while, I felt a little sentimental.
He smiled, inwardly scolding himself for being so girly.
Just when he thought about what to say to the woman next to him, he unconsciously felt his hand being touched by soft fingers. Then, the woman's white palm tightly clasped his palm.
The slightly trembling palms, with their warm warmth, made Lu Heng's heart tremble.
Turning his head, he saw the woman's blushing cheeks and her eyelashes that were trembling slightly due to nervousness. Lu Heng let out a long breath, and held the woman's catkins with a little force on his hand.
Although no words were spoken, the look in each other's eyes spoke a thousand words.
Behind him, several strange-looking people gradually gathered together.
With a sinister light in their eyes, they stared at the man and woman at the entrance of White Horse Temple, with a sneer flashing on their faces.
"It's him?"
“Can’t go wrong!”
"Split up!"
Several people touched each other once, then turned and left.
The leader stared at the scholar's back, smiled coldly, touched the sharp weapon on his waist, turned around and left.
However, as soon as he took a step, he found himself hitting a wall.
"You don't have eyes?"
He raised his head and saw a burly man standing in front of him. This man's eyes were cold and there was a sneer on his face, which made him feel fear.
"You" just said the word "you" when he saw the big man suddenly take action.
Before I could clearly see the big man's moves, or even take a defensive stance, my vision went dark. I didn't know anything anymore.
"Huh? I've been poisoned by Japanese poison!" Agui took the man into his arms and explained to the passers-by with a smile.
"How strange? Chinese and Japanese poisons were poisoned at the same time!" A passerby looked at Agui obediently, not knowing what he was thinking of. After shuddering, he quietly stepped back and left in a hurry.
What are they together? What look! Agui looked at that man with contempt, turned around, and saw the other people who wanted to assassinate the young master, and couldn't help but have black lines on his head.
I saw that Xiao Dapeng and others were holding a villain in their arms at this time. They were explaining to passers-by with the same smile and the same words.
Seeing Agui looking over, Xiao Dapeng chuckled and extended his thumb.
Depend on!
Whatever the occasion, there are rules.
When entering a temple, you must burn incense. This is a rule that all tourists, whether they are devotees or tourists, follow silently.
In addition, Buddhism was prevalent in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and most of the people coming and going were loyal Buddhist believers.
In the White Horse Temple, the incense is burning brightly. The curling green smoke fills the incense burner in front of the Main Hall. On the long futons, there are all good men and women who kowtow to pray to the Buddha.
Liu Qingqing held a stick of incense, knelt on the futon, and kowtowed devoutly. Then she stood up and inserted the incense candle into the incense burner. She turned around and looked behind her with a smile at her waiting uncle.
Smiling softly: "Let's go!"
"What wish did you make?" Lu Heng asked curiously when he saw the woman's red cheeks.
"I won't tell you!" Liu Qingqing lowered her head and said softly with a red face.
"Hey, let me take a guess!" Lu Heng rubbed his chin, then stretched out a hand to make calculations with his fingers. If there really was a goatee on his chin, Lu Heng's current appearance would be a standard one.
God stick.
"Uncle!" The woman blushed, hiding her little feet, and said shyly.
"Haha!" Looking at the look of joy and anger in the woman's beautiful eyes, Lu Heng laughed.
He stretched out his hand, took the woman's wrist, and whispered something in her ear, but he saw the woman glared at him angrily, lowered her head, and her ears were as red as fire.
"Master, you are really lucky!" Xiao Dapeng, who was hidden in the crowd, said with admiration as he looked at the fragrant military advisor and the military advisor's wife in front of the incense-filled hall.
"Are you so lucky?" Beside him, Aguimo lifted his chin and said in admiration.
"Oh, why did Brother Agui say this?" Xiao Dapeng turned his head in surprise and looked at Agui and said.
"Tsk, tsk, African black girl! Awesome!" Agui smiled evilly and winked at Xiao Dapeng.
"You" Xiao Dapeng suddenly turned pale when he heard this.
"Ha!" Agui just laughed and turned around, his expression suddenly changed.
"That man! Damn, who saw it?" Agui pointed at the gangster who was trying to get close to Lu Heng, grinning from the corner of his eyes, and yelled. As he spoke, Agui had already pushed away the person in front of him and rushed over.
"Grass!" Xiao Dapeng's heart thumped, and he rushed over like a tiger descending a mountain.
However, as soon as the two of them took a step forward, they saw that the gangster who was trying to approach Lu Heng suddenly softened and fell down when he was still ten feet away from Lu Heng.
Beside him, a man who was burning incense just now used the same movement to support the unconscious criminal and handed him to his companion beside him.
Well……
Agui, who was rushing over, couldn't help but be startled when he saw this.
"Which part does he belong to?" Seeing that the young master was fine, Agui raised his sleeves and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and looked at Xiao Dapeng suspiciously.
"I don't know either!" Xiao Dapeng looked at the man carefully and recognized that he was not a soldier of the God of War's Whip. He scratched his head and replied in confusion.
Just as he was doubting, he saw the man who had saved the young master looking over here.
When he saw Agui and Xiao Dapeng muttering in the crowd, the man smiled and nodded to them, and then secretly lifted up the front of his gown.
A golden light flashed quietly.
"The Imperial Guard?" Xiao Dapeng was so surprised that he closed his mouth when he saw the golden waist badge. He turned around and stammered to Agui...!