Just humming in a hazy and happy manner, Ji Hu almost sang all the folk songs about the Chinese that his mother had sang in my memory.

It was not until the fifth update of the palace building that he left Gan Tanglin with a piece of autumn dew. Back to the palace yard, he sat in the courtyard with a dismay until the mist dissipated, and was discovered by the eunuchs who went out to find the disappointed return.

At the sight of Zhao Bohu, Ji Hu was almost muttering to himself: "That man must be an extremely intelligent woman. He talked to her alone in Chaoge Buzhilou. His voice was so beautiful that it was intoxicating, and the sound of the piano was also so lonely. She played it. Listening to the sound of the piano, it was like when she returned to the secret residence, the mother was always with the time by her side------"

"The king doesn't have to say much, I know." Zhao Bohu suddenly stood up: "I'll arrange people to find this woman in the mountains and forests and royal families. In other words, the wedding date is still far away. When my young girl passed away, there should be someone to serve her around the king."

"Don't your young father blame me?" Ji Hu stood up shakingly, his eyes full of disbelief.

"I am young, Mu Shaoai. Why do I wonder?" Zhao Bohu Yingying smiled and said, "It's me that I have neglected to understand the king's life."

"Thank you, Young Master!" Ji Hu suddenly felt dizzy in front of him and fell softly on the floor.

"It's okay." Zhao Bohu shook his hand at Qi Zhong who was so scared that he was at a loss when he came in, squatted over and tried Ji Hu's breath and forehead, and turned around and ordered: "I was exposed to wind and cold at night, and I was palpitations and lost my mind. First, cook a bowl of thick ginger soup and a cauldron of Ganoderma Susanthemum Soup, take it one after another, and then place the king on his bed to rest. Then decoct a dose of Han Shufeng Soup and wait for the king to wake up and take it. Before I come again tomorrow morning, no one can disturb the king with anything!"

"No!" Qi Zhong replied with a panic look on his face.

For a whole day, Zhao Bohu found nothing. After searching through the entire Luoyi City, there was no woman who was good at divination. He asked about the office and the office of the wine shop, and many people played the piano, but none of them were good at singing. As for Gan Tanglin, he had been searched by Qi Zhong and the others, so where was there a figure?

I had no choice but to report it as it was true. As soon as I walked into the main hall, I entered the main hall, and the rich aura of herbal medicine filled my mind. I called the old doctor to ask, and replied that the king had taken the prescription and was resting on the bed. Zhao Bohu didn't ask any more questions and silently entered the third place.

The dormitory was pulled with the floor-to-ceiling curtains. Although it was dark, it was obviously luxurious. There was no sound on the thick red felt on the outer corridor, which made people feel dizzy.

The maid pushed open the middle door, and there was a large black screen inside. A large fireplace was surrounded by a drooping curtain. A huge burning furnace burned with bright red charcoal, and the whole dormitory was as hot as a warm spring. Ji Hu was sitting in front of the couch with long hair spread out and was stunned. When he saw Zhao Bohu coming in, the drowning man grabbed a piece of driftwood in his eyes: "Young father------How?"

Seeing his expression, Zhao Bohu suppressed his heart and said cruelly: "King, I am incompetent. I searched all over the entire city of Luoyi City, but I couldn't find the woman as the one mentioned by the King. I think it's no longer in the city!"

The light in Ji Hu's eyes instantly went out and he murmured, "Forget it, I won't look for it anymore. The little king of the lord was taken in by her. Ruogu searched for her with great fanfare, and people thought they wanted to arrest her and punish her. How dare they show up?"

"King, you have the fate to meet thousands of miles away, but you don't know each other without fate. The so-called fate is all destined by heaven and cannot be done by human power. The king should prepare to return to Luanhaojing according to the plan." Zhao Bohu said.

Ji Hu sighed weakly, and his words were sad: "But it depends on the arrangements of the young father!"

"promise!"

"Master, my disciple has sent my junior sister safely out of Luoyi. I think I have gone south now and can't catch up with me anymore!" In the guest room of the official office outside the palace, Chongqing Li was replying to Master Rongyi.

"That's great," Rong Yi's words were filled with calmness and calmness in the control of everything: "Wu Wei went to arrange it at the right time in Efan, Chushen between Jianghan and Han, and there was something big going on.

"Master, I have something unknown to you, so I ask my master for advice." Chongli bowed and asked for advice.

"Do you want to ask, since the little Zhou king has fallen in love with Wu Wei, why don't you strike while the iron is hot and leave her to the palace, right?"

"That's right." Chongqing Li is unstoppable

Suo: "Since the master's goal has been achieved, why don't he send his junior sister to the palace to the side of the little Zhou king immediately? Instead, he sent her to Jianghan in one fell swoop. Could it be that the master had other plans?"

"You don't understand. First, because Jianghan also needs a general leader who can stand alone; second, for the emperor, as long as the woman in the world is hooked and hooked, it is all his. The easier it is to get, the less precious it is. Only when he gets through hardships will he cherish it even more, do you understand?"

"The master has made every decision, and my disciple admires it."

The day when King Li of Zhou Ji Hu returned to Luan Haojing was set on the Qingming Festival. The willows appeared wet and tender green in the drizzle, and the carriages and horses of the palace hurriedly set off in the drizzle. In the early morning, Ji Hu worshiped Fengxian Hall of the palace, and when he came back, he boarded the bus and set off.

Wang Chezizi left the palace gate, Ji Hu was stunned. On both sides of the avenue inside and outside the palace suspension bridge, men, women, young and old stood in the middle of the road. In the drizzle, there was no end at all. Suddenly, Ji Hu's eyes were sore and tears were pouring out of their eyes. One of them stood up on the chariot and bowed and said loudly: "You are all my brothers and sisters in Ji. Ji Hu said goodbye! Ji Hu will not forget Luoyi, and will come back again-"

"Long live the king, long live the whole life—" A cry like spring thunder in the green field.

"Young people, come on! Lift the king's car and go on the road-" An old voice shouted, and a large group of strong people in the suspension bridge shouted, and the black man surrounded him and lifted the cart and took away the six horses. A "Long live" shout, a tiger roar was thrilling, and a bronze cart weighing 2,000 pounds tricked on his shoulders.

The drizzle was drizzling, the sound of trumpets, the rain was covered with tears, and Ji Hu's trembling heart was buried in the boundless green field.

This was the spring of 774 BC. King Li of Zhou Ji Hu left Luoyi, the eastern capital of the Central Plains, embarked on the long official road of returning to the capital of Haojing, and began a journey of emperors with a dangerous transformation. At this time, there were still three years before his rule.

Although the foreign country was not big, it was on the main road between the Central Plains and the Jianghan area, and naturally became a metropolis where merchants gathered. Merchants, famous heroes, talented craftsmen and frustrated officials from all over the world were among the crowded, and the barbarians and Hu tribes lived together, which was a vast and unrestrained atmosphere compared to other cities.

The French people are unrestrained and generous, and the customs of the Yi and Hu people are mixed, and there are few taboos in the court and the country, so they are favored by merchants and tourists, and they all enter Fancheng to absorb the rare luxury of life. In this way, the number of foreign tourists has increased greatly, and the industry of Fancheng has expanded greatly around the various consumptions of tourists. The unique wine shops, restaurants, houses and inns and workshops have flourished like mushrooms after a rain, and at night, it is even more charming.

On the night of Shangfang, where the aroma of wine and powder is mixed, a sealed cart drove out of Fan Palace lightly and came straight to the center of Shangfang. There, a sea of ​​wind and lights far away reflected three green buildings arranged in the shape of "Pin". Three big red wind lights swaying high on the roof - Qianlu Pavilion.

Yingyuan drove the carriage slowly through a crossroad. As soon as he pointed the front of the car at the entrance of Green Tower Avenue, a yellow-clothed waiter flew out of the sea of ​​lights, waved his hand with a smile and guided the carriage into the carriage. He turned two rows of high cars and found a parking space that had just been vacant. Yingyuan was skilled in the carriage and walked around in a row with a horse reins. He didn't have to go forward and retreat and toss and parked the two carriages properly.

"Master!" The yellow-clothed waiter exclaimed, walked to the side of the car and opened the curtains and respectfully asked the adult to get out of the car, kneeling down and holding the pedal under the car. He felt the black shadow in front of him swaying, and a black figure got out of the car. The waiter stood up and acted habitually to try the guest's knees, but unexpectedly the other party hid back, as if he didn't like being touched by others. The waiter looked at the guest's petite back and was a little confused: Could it be that a woman, except for catching the girl, she had never seen a woman come to this green building. Could it be that she was here to smash the ground?

While confused, Yingyuan had already stepped forward and hit a heavy cake and gold into the palm of the waiter's hand. The waiter raised his tribute to the bounty and turned around and waved his sleeves outside the chariot and horse yard. In the depths of the sea of ​​lights, two women in long skirts pushed a bamboo cart and floated over, leaned left and right, helped the black veil man onto the car, and slowly walked into the depths of the lit courtyard.

"Sir, Zuo Shu and Youshu?" The woman in the long skirt's voice was so sweet that it was fascinating.

The man in black veil kept silent, responding to the original answer, "Bitong

building."

Women use sex art to survive. Since ancient times, this city green building is a private business industry with women's color art as its main business. Because building is built with green bamboo, people all over the world call this industry "green business" and merchants doing this business "green business".

Everyone in Fancheng knows that these three green buildings have different names and different benefits. The first two green buildings hidden in large bamboo forests stand together across the lake, and are named Shuangshu Tower, divided into Zuo Shu and You Shu. Zuo Shu raises beautiful women of all kinds, meaning selling colors. You Shu gathers all kinds of singers, dancers and music girls, and specializes in elegant people to designate singing, dancing and music to entertain guests, and is called selling art.

The last small building is called Bitong Tower, which is a mysterious place. Unless the guests ask to go there, the waiter never leads the guests into this building.
Chapter completed!