Being spoken to like this, Tin Aino could not help but feel somewhat bashful. Her cheeks blushed like two blooming peach blossoms, indescribably delicate and lovely. But her pair of bright and charming eyes stared at Liu Junfan with a burning passion, as if she really had some affection for him.
Liu Junfan knew that if he drank this cup of wine again, Madam Yao would be even more displeased. But the beauty's affection was endless, and the men's envious gasps of admiration from all around made his heart feel like it was floating. He could not say that he did not want to drink, so he steeled his heart and took the cup. He bowed and said, "Thank you, Little Niangzi."
Finished speaking, he raised his head and drained the cup of grape wine in one gulp.
Tin Aino smiled sweetly and said, "Langjun's capacity for liquor is really good, and your temperament is also very straightforward. This servant … is very happy!"
She quickly finished speaking and gave him a brilliant smile, as if she was unable to restrain her shyness. Tin Aino lifted her pomegranate skirt and unexpectedly turned around and ran back.
Liu Junfan heard such moving words, and then looked at such a moving figure, his heart swayed. He could not help but think, "My Tang dynasty's women have always been straightforward, but Dunhuang's women are somewhat better. This kind of young woman is really too tasty!"
The lingering fragrance lingered in the air, the beautiful figure in his eyes. Liu Junfan's heart was infatuated, and he reluctantly turned around. As soon as he saw Madam Yao, he sobered up from his drunkenness and could not help but secretly exclaim, "Bitter!"
At this time, Madam Yao's face was as black as a burnt wok.
…
On the carriage, Tin Aino leaned on the cushion and slightly closed her eyes.
That wine was indeed very strong.
Her identity was very special. In the past, even if she had something on her mind, she had no one to talk to. But in front of Yang Fan, this strange young man who, once they broke up, would most likely never meet again in this life, she did not need to bury everything in her heart. As long as it did not expose her current identity, she could talk.
She also did not need to bury all of her true nature. If she wanted to cry, she would cry. If she wanted to laugh, she would laugh. This made her very relaxed, and the feelings that had been suppressed for a long time became somewhat indulgent. This was the first time she drank so much wine, and after the hot dance, the alcohol had taken effect. She was a bit tipsy, but this feeling of being tipsy was really very good.
Yang Fan looked at her flushed cheeks, and took out his cushion from behind his waist. He gently placed it on her shoulder, and then placed it on her back so that she could sit more comfortably. Then he softly scolded, "If you want to get close to him, you can be pretend to be drunk. Why did you really drink so much?"
Tian Ainnu closed her eyes and let the gentle breeze that blew in from the window caress her cheeks. Her silky hair gently swayed on her cheeks, and her ears that looked like ingots appeared and disappeared from time to time. Hearing Yang Fan's words, the Tian Ai Nu did not open her eyes. She replied softly, "I didn't drink because of him."
"Then why?" Yang Fan asked.
Tin Aino faintly shook her head, and did not answer.
The wheels rumbled, and it sounded a bit dull. Seeing Tin Aino leaning against the corner of the carriage, as if she had fallen asleep, Yang Fan did not ask her again. He gently leaned against the back of the seat, and closed his eyes to sleep.
After a long while, Tin Aino's soft voice came, "I drink, I am happy, I learn to make the best food, I learn to make the best clothes, I want to make the place I live as comfortable as possible. All of this, is because … I don't want to let myself be wronged …"
Yang Fan gently opened his eyes, and looked at her.
Tin Aino leaned against the corner of the carriage, as if she had fallen asleep. She still did not open her eyes, and her voice was murmuring like she was dreaming. At the corner of her eyes, there were faint traces of tears, and she softly said, "Because, I treat every day as if it's my last day!"
Yang Fan stared at her for a long time. Why would a girl as beautiful as a flower have such emotions, and why would she have such thoughts? Just what secret was hidden in her heart, and just how much pressure was she under? Yang Fan really wanted to ask her just who the person who had saved her from the mouths of the starving people was, but he only looked at her, and in the end, he did not ask.
The rumbling of the carriage gradually faded, and the light carriage left the green brick and flat stone crossroads, and entered a narrow and narrow yellow alley …
… …
Mountains and rivers will meet.
If the mountain does not go, then the water, and if the water goes, then the mountain.
As long as there is a will, there will always be a meeting.
Liu Junfan swallowed his anger and flattered her again and again, acting like a spoiled child. In the end, he had to use all of his skills on the bed, and finally, he managed to coax Madam Yao from anger into happiness and no longer resented him. Only then did Liu Junfan relax.
In order to make Madam Yao happy, a few days later, he invited several of Madam Yao's close friends to go on a trip. The destination of the trip was not too far away, just by the Luo River.
The news was quickly found out by Chu Kuangge's City Fox Society rats, and so, "Xiahou Ying" also came.
The Luo River flowed slowly, accompanied by many mystical legends.
For example, in the legend of the River Map and the Book of Luo, when Emperor Qin was patrolling Luoyang and offering sacrifices to the Luo River, suddenly a "Black Head Duke" came out of the water and shouted to him, "Come and receive the treasure of Heaven". The excited Emperor Qin danced and sang loudly, "The water of Luoyang is dark. Offering sacrifices to the Great Marsh, suddenly facing the south … "
How could Wu Zetian let Emperor Shi Huang enjoy all the glory?
Thus, last year, someone suddenly fished out a rock from the Luo River. On it was carved the words "The Holy Mother Descends, Yong Chang Empire". Another auspicious omen had appeared in the Luo River!
Wu Zetian was overjoyed and immediately named the stone "Blessed Sage Illustration". The God of Luo River was named "Marquis Xiansheng" and the Luo River was named "Yong Chang Luo River". The name of the country was also changed to "Yong Chang First Year".
It seemed that since the beginning of this story, everyone had heard it for many eras. Could it be that many years had passed?
No.
It was all because Wu Zetian liked to change her year name.
Women, even if it was the one and only Empress since ancient times, since she was a woman, it was inevitable that she would have an emotional side.
The stars were brighter today, Empress Wu was very happy and wanted to change her year name. The rainstorm tomorrow was heavier, Empress Wu was very unhappy and wanted to change her year name. The day after tomorrow, Empress Wu grew a new tooth, Empress Wu was happy again and wanted to change her year name.
In this way, during the period when Empress Wu was in power, she had to change her year name two or even three times a year. As a result, there were countless years. Just based on the year name, many Tangs who wanted to talk about a certain event in a certain year and a certain month would have to calculate for a long time before they knew which year it was.
Whether or not the heavens favored Wu Meiniang and allowed the God of Luo River to perform a miracle to support Wu Meiniang to continue Emperor Qin's great achievements was not important to the common people. What they cared about was whether or not their stomachs would be full.
And when the 'miracle' appeared on the Luo River, Empress Wu was happy and in return, she decreed that fishing in the Luo River was forbidden. This made life difficult for the fishermen who lived around the Luo River. They had to either give up the fishing business that their ancestors had been engaged in for generations or move away from the Luo River to make a living by fishing elsewhere.
A large number of fishermen moved away or changed to other industries, causing the two sides of the Luo River to be quiet and secluded. It became a good place for officials and nobles to relax in the autumn.
At this time, the Luo River was still a vast and boundless swamp. Boats sailed in the middle of the river, their sails erected in great numbers, blocking out the sun. The riverbank was shaded by willows and luxuriant grass.
A long bridge that led straight to the main gate of the Imperial Palace stretched across the Luo River. The bridge was bustling with people and carriages. This bridge was called the 'Tianjin Bridge' because it was connected to the main gate of the Imperial City. Every morning, when the moon was still high in the sky, the bridge would be crowded with horses and carriages. As a result, it became a scene in Luoyang and was known as the 'Tianjin Morning Moon'.
The banks of the Luo River were quiet and peaceful.
On a spacious stretch of land on the riverbank, bamboo poles were planted in the ground and a cloth fence was set up next to the river. Only the side facing the river was open to view the scenery. Inside the cloth fence, people were playing the harp and harp, and the faint sound of singing could be heard. It seemed like a wealthy family was enjoying the autumn here.
A thousand zhang away, another area was also surrounded by a cloth fence. However, it was still several dozen steps away from the riverbank. A few servants were currently cooking and cooking outside the cloth fence, creating all sorts of delicacies. The fragrance of meat wafted through the air, and on the empty space in front of the cloth fence, there were two strong men wrestling with each other. Within the tent was Madam Yao and her entourage.
At this time, another group of people arrived. They were dressed in bright clothes and riding vigorous horses. With a single glance, one could tell that they were either rich or noble.
Their companions were all burly and awe-inspiring, and in the middle of them was a young man and a young woman, each of them riding a majestic Arabian horse.
This young man and woman were both wearing embroidered hats, narrow sleeves, and a pair of black deerskin boots. Their waists were slim and their backs were slender, giving them an elegant demeanor.
The young man was tall and slender, with a slender waist and arms like an ape's. His eyes were bright like the stars, and his nose was sharp. When he smiled, two dimples would appear on his cheeks. He was charming, but he couldn't help but diminish some of the heroic aura of a man.
The young woman was a little shorter than him and had a petite figure. She had bright eyes and white teeth, and because she was dressed in men's clothing, she seemed even more charming.
This pair of youths were Yang Fan and Tin Aino.
Next to them was a large horse, and on the back of the horse was a leopard. The beast tamer followed closely behind the leopard.
They stopped by the Luo River, looking as if they were also here to enjoy the scenery and have a picnic.
As luck would have it, the spot they chose was right between those two tents.
… …
Note: In the Tang Dynasty, leopard tamers would often ride on horseback when they went hunting with their masters.
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