A Weird Theater That Started In London

"The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but he looked back, but the person was there, in a dimly lit place."

Surrounded by candles, shadows, and colorful lights, piano and drums are noisy, Pan Ming wanders in the crowd, and from time to time there are colorful spring victories and spending money falling, attracting people to pick up.

In fact, there is not much money, but everyone wants to win a prize and fights desperately to squeeze Pan Ming hard enough.

"This formation..."

With a sigh, Pan Ming jumped directly on the shoulders of passers-by, without touching the ground, and came with a lingbo microstep. He walked for dozens of steps before he stopped.

Fortunately, it didn't hurt or itchy, and the people who were trampled didn't complain.

In addition, a few little ladies looked over curiously, as if they were saying:

Young heroes are good skills.

However, Pan Ming had no time to pay attention to them. At this moment, he finally noticed the teasing line of sight, not far away, just under a mainstay lamp.

"Such a coincidence."

"I thought I wouldn't recognize you with a mask?"

"Lu Li, this guy is really beautiful, no matter where he goes, there is always a woman by his side."

The tone was full of resentment.

Frankly speaking, Pan Ming looks equally good, with beautiful eyes, and along the way, many Chang'an boudoir women presented sachets to invite them to spend the festive season.

It's just that he doesn't like publicity, and he often keeps his face cold in front of strangers.

As for why Xin Qiji's words were copied, it was really touched by the night view of Chang'an. I want to chant a poem, but my literary talent is limited...

Well, I copy poems just to express emotions, not to pretend.

In a short moment, Pan Ming was full of inner drama.

Seeing Lu Li's silence for a long time, Miss Qianrui kept staring at the front and couldn't help asking: "Lang Jun knows the scholar who yinquzi?"

"Science?"

Lu Li couldn't help but couldn't help but didn't tear down Pan Ming's stage. He took off his mask and greeted him, "I didn't expect to meet Pan member here."

Pan Ming, from Wupin, is a member of the Ministry of Engineering, also known as Pan Yuanwai.

"It turned out to be Lu Siqing, Shangyuan Ankang."

"Shangyuan Ankang."

Even though he was full of people he didn't know, Pan Ming still rushed over enthusiastically and hooked his shoulders with Lu Li.

In his opinion, he came here for a holiday. He can do whatever he wants. If he is in a bad mood any day, he can kill an emperor to help.

Return the etiquette?

Pooh!

"Wandering together?"

"Aren't you nonsense, it's rare to meet."

After witnessing the interaction between the two, Miss Qianrui knew that they had a close relationship, while Mrs. Guoguo had been staring at Lu Li, her eyes showing movement.

She lived in the middle of Shu with her father in her early years. However, Pei is a short-lived ghost, leaving them alone with their orphans and widows. Fortunately, my younger sister became the emperor's concubine, and welcomed herself into the capital and was named the lady of Guoguo.

In other words.

After all the bitterness and joy came, she wanted to find another love.

The atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty is open, and it does not overly promote the end of one life. Divorce and remarriage are very common.

The government and public opinion respect women's observance of festivals, but if the husband dies and find someone to marry, no one will come forward to criticize.

As for the son who still wears the chief horn, she feels that there is nothing wrong with her charming attitude.

At this time, Lu Li smiled and introduced, "This is Miss Qian Rui."

"Pan member goes to Yuan Ankang." Qianrui would naturally not neglect Pan Ming, smiling like a flower.

Reaching out his hand not to hit the smiling man, Pan Ming replied, and then followed Lu Li's line of sight.

But it is too dirty.

A woman feels that using cosmetic powder will lower her face. She has always been face to face, either she feels good about herself, or she is really naturally beautiful.

It just so happened that Mrs. Guo Guo accounted for both.

Rao is that Pan Ming saw too many classical beauties today, and the moment he saw each other, he still felt amazing.

However, it is limited to this.

"This is Mrs. Guo Guo."

"Madam Shangyuan Ankang." Pan Ming crossed his hands.

Introducing the female partner first, and then the Yang family, already explained Lu Li's attitude.

However, Mrs. Guo Guo said that she didn't care much. She was confident in her appearance, smiled in return, and said softly: "Pan member, Shangyuan Ankang."

"Going further is Wannian County. The lanterns over there are no less than here, and they are more spectacular."

"Then go and see, Liang Ye is still growing."

Lu Li responded casually.

When the group was celebrating the festive season, Dali Temple Shaoqing Li Bing was thinking about countermeasures.

The death of the Oiran that happened last night has already been spotted, and the murderer should be related to the Thousand Buddha Temple in front of him.

During the day, it took his subordinates to visit Baotang Temple and Yanghua Temple. The two Buddhist temples in Pingkangfang have been ruled out.

First of all, the smell of sandalwood and sesame oil does not match the remaining smell on the letter; secondly, except for the Yanghua Temple that does not accept scholars, all the scholars who temporarily live in Baotang Temple are registered, and no one knows the oiran of Huangliu's family. Bright moon.

After some investigation, the Qianfu Temple located in Andingfang was finally locked.

The scent of the monks is exactly the same as the smell on the letter paper. If there is nothing strange, Li Bing is the first to not believe it.

The most important thing is that it knows that the prostitutes in Pingkangfang have the custom of going to Buddhist temples on the 8th, 18th, and 28th of each month to listen to nuns giving lectures and storytelling. They specially sent someone to check which temples the two deceased had visited before their lives. , Qianfu Temple is impressively listed!

"Shaoqing, do we really want to go in and get people? Qianfu Temple is not a small temple. In the past, the people of the Pure Land sect had the feeling that they had practiced samādhi here, and it took three years to finally attain samādhi."

Yuan Zai is best at extensive knowledge and memorization, and he said: "During the period, there were a lot of people from all quarters who came to vote. By the end of Kaiyuan, the eminent monk Chu Jin stayed in this temple, and now there are thousands of believers in Qianfu Temple, and the incense is flourishing."

"If you venture in and get people, I'm afraid it will be counterproductive. It's better to discuss it another day."

The words implied that Qianfu Temple could not offend.

"Who said I'm going in to get people?" A pair of cold vertical pupils stared at Yuan Zai, "Let's check the lights first, then talk about it."

"Shaoqing, you look like this..." Yuan Zai hesitated.

"So I leave it to you to investigate."

Yuan Zai wanted to make great contributions, but he never wanted to act alone, so he hurriedly asked: "What about you?"

Li Bing smiled and said of course: "Since the Qianfu Temple is extraordinary and cannot be offended easily, then go and find the Temple Qing. It happens that there are lights in the Buddhist temple to enjoy."

"It's better for me to find..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted: "There are more than a million tourists on the streets of Chang'an tonight~www.wuxiamtl.com~Can you find it?"

"can not."

"There are only you and me at the moment. This officer will definitely be stunned in the past. Who do you think is the best candidate?"

"I."

After a few words, Yuan Zai confessed his fate, only expecting Lu Siqing to come over soon.

Almost the same time.

Lu Chengqi, who was resting at a stall and eating hot soup, had a bad feeling, as if he was being stared at by something.

"What's wrong?"

Next to him, Pan Ming stopped his chopsticks, his face was puzzled.