Fu Canglu

Chapter 5
Hongliu City has three unique features: first, the giant ink crosses the Qi River; second, the Dragon King crosses the river;

Let me first talk about Hongliu City, which reaches the Qijiang River in the north and is adjacent to the great river that runs through the north and the south. A hundred years ago, Moban, a master craftsman from Western Chu, traveled to Hongliu City. It can reach ten tons, but it can cross the Qi River without being resisted by the river water.

Inspired by this, shipbuilders of later generations improved from generation to generation, and developed a large boat with a dragon head and a hundred spears. It was named "Ju Mo" to pay homage to the master craftsman. This boat alone cost countless financial resources, and only sailed when it was extremely important. , Daily maintenance is a lot of money.

Giant ink is a unique feature of Hongliu City. When the agreement was signed on the Qijiang River, the Wei Emperor’s ride was vacillating in the Qijiang River, while the Qiliang Emperor proudly stood on the head of the giant ink boat to point out the rivers and mountains. It is clear at a glance which is higher and which is lower.Speaking of Jumo, the people of Hongliu City still have a bit of arrogance.

The Dragon King crossing the river is not a joke. The Dragon King took root in the middle of the Qijiang River 100 years ago. Thunderstorms and thunderstorms on the river are definitely not a day for passing; Going out, not to mention the corpse, not even the debris of the boat floated back, it must have been blasted into the belly of the Dragon King in the river by a thunderstorm.

This is not enough to say that the masters of the rivers and lakes, if they reach a certain level and get on the list of Hidden Valley, they will choose to cross the river in Hongliu City. unlucky.

"Speaking of the third trick," the old Duan blinked, and deliberately stopped his voice, to whet the appetite of the knowledgeable Highness.

Xiao Yi has read countless books, but he has never been in touch with the rumors in the market. During the past few days with Lao Duan, he couldn't help getting a little smokey, unlike the previous high-ranking prince. , dare to whet my appetite?"

Only then did the old Duan chuckle, "Your Highness, it's not that the old Duan doesn't talk about the third skill, but that there's really no need to talk about it."

It has been three days since I came to Hongliu City, and after taking a short rest, I naturally bought two more carriages and two carriages of books.In the past few days, I have read books for three hours, and then I listen to the old Duan who is good at talking about Jiang Hu jokes, so I feel uncomfortable.

Speaking all over the world, the little prince's memory is really astonishing. I don't know where to start today, so I remembered the three wonders of Hongliu City.

At this moment, Lao Duan opened the skylight of the inn. Although the little prince is not arrogant when traveling, he is not shabby. Naturally, he lives in the best restaurant in Hongliu City, a sixteen-story mahogany carved building. His highness occupies the highest floor exclusively. The fire is peaceful, and there is a full moon outside the west building.

At this moment, the moon is setting, and it is the fifteenth day. The moon's brilliance is clear and clear, and it falls on the gate of Hongliu City.

As usual, a large piece of cloth was placed on the top of the city gate, and a stage was built of mahogany to attract the moonlight.

The old Duan said with a weed in his mouth, "Your Highness, the third wonder is that every fifteenth day, the top of the Hongliu City will never be cloudy, and what's more, when the moon is full, the moonlight is falling on the stage, and the opera will be enjoyed under the moon." , backed by the Qijiang River, watching opera actors singing on the stage, listening to the roar of the river behind, life has no regrets.”

The little prince was engrossed by the clear moonlight, and for a moment he couldn't see what the actor on the stage at the top of the city gate looked like. Looking down from the sixteen-story mahogany building, the river shot at the moon and the torrent reverberated.

There was a clear and vague rumble of the river echoing in my ears, and when I came back to my senses, I saw the actor's appearance.

She was dressed as a resentful and shy woman, covered in red clothes, covered her face with red gauze, nibbling her red lips, flying red hair, holding a plain piano in her arms, with an exquisite figure, and walked slowly on stage.

The bright moon moved slightly, shining all the light on her cheeks, trying to see something clearly, but still couldn't see clearly, just biting her lips, gritting her teeth, she felt endless sorrow, and she gave it all to Da Jiangdong.

"Okay." Xiao Yi's eyes were slightly hazy, drunk like a dream, his throat was buzzing, and he spit out this word.

The old Duan seemed to be obsessed with the surprise of that debut, and he didn't care about the weeds at the corner of his mouth falling down the stairs.

The actor bowed deeply, sat on the mahogany chair, lowered the plain piano in his arms, and lay flat on the beauty's lap, his ten fingers did not touch lightly, and he could not make a sound.

What are you waiting for?
Xiao Yi's eyes widened.

The red-clothed opera singer glanced slightly, his throat settled slightly, and something was brewing, but his eyes met Xiao Yi's, and the two people's eyes met for a fleeting moment.

One is on the sixteenth floor, and the other is on the top of the city gate.As soon as they looked at each other, the wind blew past, raising the veil of the actor in red, what a beautiful face, the big eyes were slightly lost, and the lips and teeth were red and white, making people feel sorry and sad.

It was precisely those pair of eyes that the deep and mournful voice of the opera singer in red was like a river flowing down in a desolate way, mellowing for a thousand miles and lost for 1 years.

Hearing that sound, Xiao Yi's scalp tingled instantly.

Everyone's scalp is numb.

"babble"

"ah"

A babble, how long has it been brewing?For a long time, the whole city was silent, just waiting for one sound.

With one sound, the whole city becomes quieter.

The melody of the zither sounded, and the melancholy melody of the opera singer in red came to an abrupt end, just like a general who is about to step into the rivers and lakes while changing his sword and saber. Lights, let's watch this one-person flourishing swan song.

Accompanied by the opera singer's astonishing voice, countless lights lit up from the city of Hongliu, the sound of the piano and the sound of thousands of rivers and waves touched the hearts of the people;

Someone pushed open the doors and windows of their own house, and the people living in Hongliu City, every fifteenth day of every month, there are excellent opera singers singing, but this is the first time that they can sing so amazingly.

The river is rustling, the moonlight is rustling, and the actor's voice is also fluttering.

With a sense of coolness, without the atmosphere of human fireworks, the opera singer first sang softly and softly, and then his voice became passionate with the tune, reverberating all over the city!

"Qi water soup soup, there is the Dragon King who crosses the river;
In the vicissitudes of the rivers and lakes, who knows the ups and downs and sadness;
In the silver city of Beiliang, the wind and snow are green, and the sword mound is hidden in the world;
Looking at the ten kingdoms in the Spring and Autumn Period, the world is dominated by the flames of war and smoke, and the corpses are wrapped in the battlefield, only the Northern Wei Dynasty Qiliang remains;
Hob knife Jianghu, pointing at life and death, wine sword, poetry madness, love for children, heartbroken forever;
Laughing that the three religions of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism are nothing but dust relics;
Laughing that the ancient and modern heroes are nothing more than a handful of loess;
Laughing that the lives of visitors from the rivers and lakes are cheaper than ants;

Laughing at the beauty, the white-haired general is late;

It may have been seen that the Emperor of Heaven shot Qili, the moon came out of the Guan Gorge, and a reed crossed the Qi River
Have you ever imagined that if you lift Xia to fly to the heavens, the sea will turn into mulberry fields, and you will be able to kill the emperor with one sword?
Woohoo desolation, I don't see the sword spirit of poetry from a hundred years ago
Woohoo desolation, who can lie drunk on the battlefield

Woohoo desolate, all paid to Fucang! "

At the end of the song, the city was silent.

Only the word "fucang" reverberated for a long time and refused to stop.

Tens of thousands of lights refused to go out easily, and only waited for the sound of circling the beam to completely dissipate, and then turned off one after another after making sure there was no follow-up.

The red-clothed opera singer bowed his head and said nothing, the violin on his knees resounded, and the spectators gradually thinned out in the city and the city.

After a cup of tea, the crowds cleared up.The actor hasn't left yet.

Only when Xiao Yi came back to his senses did he realize that this peerless beauty bowed her head and played the piano, covered her face with her hands in silence, and coughed dully twice.

"What's the name of this song?" Xiao Yi's mouth twitched, but he actually guessed three points, so he couldn't help asking.

The actor turned a deaf ear to it, just put away the piano in silence, turned around and didn't look in the direction of the red wood building, and only left an echo after a gust of wind snatched the red veil from behind, and the beauty had long since disappeared without a trace.

"Fucang."

Old Duan squinted his eyes thoughtfully, only to see Xiao Yi stretch out his hand to grab the red scarf that floated in, and sighed.

"What a floating song."

Just now, the song almost tells all kinds of things in the world, ancient and modern. Xiao Yi stared blankly at the red gauze in his hand, which was actually stained with blood. He only thought that that stunning beauty is still a sick child?

Smiling, An said, "Old Duan, cross the river tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)