Chapter 33: Rewarding the Dust and Meeting the Dream
It turned out that the death of King Xuan of Zhou was because of a woman. Back then, when the city of Lu was in chaos, Ji Kuo's son, Bo Yu, killed the King of Lu, Ji Xi, who was personally chosen by King Xuan of Zhou. The instigator of this incident was the King of Ruicheng, Duke Yan of Rulou. When Boyu attacked Ji Xi, Duke Yan of Zhulou also sent out a lot of troops to help. In the end, Boyu became the ruler of Lu City. King Xuan of Zhou was furious when he heard the news. He led his army to kill Bo Yu and attack Ruicheng. Duke Yan of Luolou was killed in the battle between the two armies. The angry King Xuan of Zhou did not use Xia Fu, the son of the Duke of Yan, to inherit the father's power, but re-established Shu Shu as the new monarch. The Duke of Yan had a very beautiful wife. After his husband was killed by King Xuan of Zhou, he spread the word: "If there is anyone who can kill Yan for me, I will be his wife.”Shu Shu was jealous of this beautiful woman, so he planned a secret assassination of King Xuan of Zhou and sent assassins. The assassin and the others knew where King Xuan of Zhou was hunting in the wild. In order to hide it, they disguised themselves as Du Bo. Sikong Qi. The minister wished. The assassin suddenly appeared, scaring everyone, including Prince Xuan of Zhou, and shot an arrow that would take his life. By the time Prince Xuan of Zhou's entourage woke up, the assassin had successfully left using the terrain. Shu Shu killed King Xuan of Zhou and married this beauty.
It was said that Ji Gong was the Emperor of Zhou, Shen was the Queen, and their son, Ji Yijiu, was the Crown Prince.
All the ministers and workers went to the palace to see the new emperor and queen. They had nothing to do and retired.
Ji Gong retired from the court and married Empress Shen. The prince first met his mother, Empress Dowager Jiang.
Ji Gong's mother, Empress Jiang, was missing her husband and was crying. When she heard that the prince had come to see her, she forced a smile and asked the maid to serve tea.
Ji Gong Xin stood beside her mother and said some considerate words.
Empress Dowager Jiang, Ji Gongyou's mother, understood her son's thoughts and said with a smile," My son has just ascended the throne, and he has to face a day of court affairs and socializing. He should need to rest. In the future, Wang 'er should pay more attention to his health, work harder on national affairs, and be a good king. You don't need to worry about aijia, I will take care of it, don't worry too much.
"Then please take care of yourself, mother. Your son will be leaving.”Ji Gongxue said.
Ji Gongyou's mother, Empress Jiang, nodded with a smile and said," You guys go!
Empress Shen and the prince went to greet Empress Dowager Jiang and left with her husband and concubine.
In the royal palace, Ji Gongyou asked Empress Shen to sleep first while he was thinking about Si Wuchen's face and the smile of the beauty, which made him giggle from time to time. He couldn't help but mutter to himself," Without you, I seem to have lost my light, but my longing for you grows wildly. Because of you, my heart was filled with ups and downs, but it was the countless bewitching fragrance you left behind. Just because of your appearance, I've been dreaming about you for many years.
Ji Gongyou walked out of the hall and looked at the moon in the sky." What a beautiful moon, but it's so ordinary. Who knows what you're thinking? Last night the stars were not last night, for whom did you stand in the middle of the night? For whom do you wait the night till dawn? Who would guard the sea to the mulberry fields for whom? Who do you see wandering by the paths? Who was waiting by the ancient path? Who did Yue Ying feel melancholy about on the balcony? Who was alone in that city? Who was laughing for whom? Who was crying for whom? Who was holding whose hand? Who would marry whom? How many years had passed in the world like a fleeting cloud? Who knows that a lonely road stretches to both ends? Who could see through the mortal world? Everyone knew that it was simple and clear to look at everything in the mortal world with a peaceful mind. If I look at the mortal world with a complicated mentality, I will be confused by the world. However, I don't know if my mentality is simple or complicated.
Since Hong De didn't see Si Wuchen, he was worried. Know true love is parting, how much do you know about parting? She had hurt her feelings and even stained the moon. Looking at the flowers blooming, waiting for the flowers to fall, tears falling, eyebrows tightly gathered, who else can laugh at people's worries? When love is released, how can there be other roots? If I rewrite this love word, it will disappear into my eyes, but I will be filled with longing. If I bury this love deeply, the old place under the fallen flowers will be separated, only to say that after parting, I will find it in the book? Unrelated, forced to add, new words and old sentences for whom to recite? How can you still look like your old friend?
The men in black failed to rob Si Wuchen, and Si Wuchen entered Bao City again. Baocheng Jiang Hou wanted to summon Si Wuchen, let Lu Jiao come to pass.
Hong De sifted and drank by himself and said: In the remaining moon and wind, I sigh that things are changeable, but it is difficult to find a place to bury my worries. There is no end to the extravagant love and resentment of the world of mortals. A little spring flowers and autumn moon follow one's will. The sorrow enters one's heart and is still confused. Flying flowers dream, drizzle like sorrow, nothing seems to be strong love. Tell me your true feelings, who will pity you? Heartbroken words? Looking at the flowers drifting in the water, not fragrant with the spring breeze, just emotionless? There were also people who were immersed in love. Love to the unspeakable place, can not help people do not stop the soul, but whose tears meet to ask for redemption?
After Si Wuchen came to see Jiang, he bowed politely.
Empress Jiang glanced at Si Wuchen and said," Did the black-robed man surprise you by barging into the monarch's residence at night? Do you know the background of these men in black?
Si Wuchen lowered his head and said,"I don't know."
Empress Jiang asked again,"For example, when they moved you away, did you hear what they said?" Why did he rob you? What were you doing then?
Si Wuchen said, I don't know either. It's just that this servant learned the zither and left late. Seeing that it was drizzling for a while, she went to close the doors and windows and walked to the corridor. She didn't want to see evil people fall from the sky and kidnap her without any reason.
"I think it's because you're too beautiful that evil people are tempted by you!”Empress Jiang said with a smile," Bengong also knows that you study hard and often return late. Bengong's efforts were not in vain.
Si Wuchen said," Thank you, Mrs. Jun, for your good intentions. I will work hard and live up to your expectations."
Empress Jiang said again,"BenGong has already heard from the craftsman that you are smart and intelligent. You are good at zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting." Poetry, songs, and Fu, he could learn them as soon as he learned them. BenGong want to listen to your zither, see you learn to the extent, I wonder if you can play?
Si Wuchen bowed and said," I'm afraid that I've dirtied Madam Jun's ears with my clumsy hands. Please forgive me."
Empress Jiang said,"You're really good at talking." Bengong only wanted to test you and see if it was as the technician said. Don't be nervous, just do your best. Come, serve me with the zither.
Si Wuchen saw that the instrument was set up properly and said,"" This servant is ugly now." Her delicate hand moved.
But listening to the music,
Empress Jiang listened to the music.
Honder was feeling depressed when he suddenly heard music. He sobered up and said in an intoxicated tone, What beautiful music! It was like seeing a tree full of flowers, but it was a joy that filled one's heart. I want to use this branch to write with sweet ink, to lock this beautiful picture scroll. With the look of me waiting for you, together with your back, we will write our persistence, and the brush will scatter a bright spring light, painting spring makeup. The breeze was blowing, the rain was drizzling, the trees were green, and the flowers were beautiful. It was like a painting painting that was filled with fragrance, embellishing people's feelings and making them bright again. With the charm of spring, burning the splendor of the four seasons, but whose mood was the spring garden overflowing with? And spring is not everywhere, want to live with spring, why spring can not stay, and who to say? What a beautiful melody. Who played it?
Empress Jiang was intoxicated by the zither music when she suddenly felt the zither stop and asked," Why did he stop playing?
Si Wuchen said,"Madam Jun, I have finished playing the song."
When Empress Jiang heard this, she said,"Oh!" Sure enough, the rhythm was good. It was like a painting of spring flowers appearing in front of his eyes. It was extremely beautiful. Play it again, play it again, play another song.
Si Wuchen didn't dare to disobey and continued playing.
But listen to the music
Honder was listening to the music and felt that the lingering sound lingered. Suddenly, he heard the lingering sound again and said, Listening to this music is: Looking for this season's spring breeze ten miles, spring flowers bloom wantonly, clothes are covered with fragrance, gradually fragrant, people can't help but want to write this season's taste, describe this fragrant encounter. The quiet and good time contained the warm sun and cool breeze along the way. It carried a happy heart and the rhythm of the beating heart. Fold this beautiful scenery and fragrance of the ethereal clear, the cloud shadow light dream. The light memories lingered in the harmony and understanding, vivid in the past years. The tender feelings were filled with the fragrance of time.
Si Wuchen played two pieces of music, which was appreciated by Empress Jiang. She even gave him some gold shells and added some rouge clothes.
Si Wuchen received his thanks, packed up his instruments and left.
After hearing such good music, Honder naturally went to his mother's bedroom to ask.
Empress Jiang naturally pretended to be careless. She said that she had invited a musician to play, but she did not tell her that it was a beauty. She had her own considerations and also wanted to use the beauty where she needed it, not for the king and her son. She knew very well that all men in the world were lustful. If her husband and son knew about this, they would definitely take a bite of it and the country would probably perish. Thinking of the beauty of the Xia Dynasty and the death of the Xia Dynasty; The Shang Dynasty produced a beauty named Daji, but Zhaoge died. Now that this Beauty Si has appeared in our city, it all depends on where we can use her. Who could die? Anyway, Baocheng can't use her. During the time of King Xuan of Zhou, he had given Bao City some face. However, the current king did not like Bao City at first, and it was even more uncertain in the future. For Bao City, Beauty Si could be a trump card.
Honder was happy to see his mother, but he left dejectedly.
When Honder returned to his residence, he put down his book and looked into the distance, muttering to himself," When will my frown spread? And when did he provoke the old love sausage? I still feel sad, but I don't know when the wind and rain will stop. How can the wind and rain help the desolation? How many times do I recall the past? How many dreams have you found? Sentimental also hate long, why not let the rain disperse clouds fly for a while? Inadvertently competing with things for romance, the rainy alley is full of yearning, but flowers blooming from the dust? I can't see the person in my dream. I haven't finished my feelings. I miss her like crazy. What reason is it that I hate her so much? Who's related to tears? I haven't finished reciting the Book of Songs. Two or three drops of rain suddenly appeared. How many are left now?
Si Wuchen was reading a book by the lamp, looking up at the moonlight. Not long after, a gust of wind blew, but it was rain. He came to the window and looked at the flowers in the courtyard being watered by the rain. He said, The shadows of flowers sway, how many times do we part? How old is the book? The flowers moved, the moonlight shone, who was still waiting for who to be serious? But the moonlight chanted into eternal regret. Sitting and looking at the green trees and old clouds, when did I see a person? But when will the gathering of wandering bees stop? Or was it the crazy flower that captivated people's eyes? The falling flowers are white and red, but the wind and rain are sad for the flowers. A wisp of sad clouds rushed to the sky, just to chase away the stars and the waning moon? Sighing that fate is shallow and love is deep, gradually falling into a long dream, but it is full of wind and frost, what is the evil debt in this life tears also? Who is holding the lonely door? Long-term longing comes when you don't miss, but when the spring breeze and rain invade, whose heart will be broken? Tired eyes open the old book, wind and moon flowers and birds painting volume, but the rain and wind madly shattered Qiongyao, material should be a pity for the wind and moon.
Empress Jiang was served by Lu Jiao as she took a sip of tea and said, Lujiao.
When Lu Jiao heard this, she quickly went forward and bowed. Madam Jun, what can I do for you?
Empress Jiang smiled and said,"I heard Wu Chen play the zither yesterday. It was very nice." Bengong wants to test her painting and calligraphy, but I don't know how much she has improved. How about this, you call her over, BenGong wants to see how good her skills are.
Lu Jiao turned around and left.
Soon, Si Wuchen followed Lu Jiao to see Empress Jiang.
Empress Jiang smiled and said,"I saw your zither skills yesterday. It makes sense." How are your poems and paintings? Can I show it to you at will? I can draw anything, just treat it as a poem, how about it?
Si Wuchen said,"I'm not good at poetry and painting." If Jun Furen wanted to see it, this servant would naturally be clumsy and present it to her.
Empress Jiang said,"Then draw it." Come, brush and ink wait on me, show me the silk.
Si Wuchen clenched his fists and drew a picture of a plum blossom in the snow. I like to see plum blossoms in the corner of the wall, a pile of snow. The coldest branch still sees beautiful flowers, the snow loses the plum fragrance has not disappeared. With a sweet smile, all the flowers were jealous, but when they saw the shame of ten thousand flowers, they were proud. Snow abuse the wind, blowing the wind. Why are you alone? Just because of the faint fragrance as before, but for whom did she become haggard and lose her icy demeanor?
Empress Jiang praised him and asked him to write another poem.
Si Wuchen threw away his brush, thought for a moment and said," It was a time of ice and snow, and there was no wind in the mountains. How could plum blossoms fall in a wild family? Look at the plum blossoms falling thousands of branches, high standard Yiyun know? A very cold heart, but it is the fragrance of loneliness and hatred? The branches are sparse and the flowers are gorgeous. How much fragrance does the branch bloom at the end? The flowers bloomed in the two different places. I would like to ask where the plum blossom is good, drunk broken broken residual plum one or two branches, only owe some children snow, but also send residual drunk.
Empress Jiang praised him and asked him to paint a picture of a remnant lotus.
Si Wuchen picked up his brush and continued to draw the lotus flower.
Empress Jiang said,"Draw another one here."
Si Wuchen looked at the new painting and continued," Look at this lotus flower, it's new and fresh. It stands alone around the pool and spits red. It's the lotus leaf that connects the sky. The green pond is shaking and burning in the water, and the drunken soul is floating in the waves. It is a beautiful woman smiling on the pond. A kind of secluded jade plate, two beautiful common beauty one center of gravity, but according to the shadow, make up, coquettish words, empty self-promise. Suddenly a few light drizzles, see the lotus flowers blown by the wind, suspected that the array chaos drum urged just like climbing lotus and playing beads clear sound, startled flying in the rippling water, there is still a pavilion clear life infinite meaning? Green leaves flying, swimming fish in the pool moving shadows, is it to provoke the heart? Walking on the waves, I dreamed of entering the lotus pond. Is my heart full of dew and pearls, only green lotus and red lotus let me be innocent? Because the west wind is sad, the green waves are rising, the fragrance is dancing in the windbreaker, and the flowers are sad. How many threads were there in the lotus root? Is the pain of Lianxin heartbroken? Or do you not feel that the fragrance of flowers is easy to fall? Who will wash away the residual red? Who can complain about my love? The green flowers fade away, the red flowers fade away, and the sorrow kills people. How can I still leave the remnant lotus to listen to the sound of the rain?
Empress Jiang was happy and played chess with Si Wuchen. She smiled and said," I didn't expect you to be so beautiful and so smart. Although bengong won you by a few times, I can see that you were the one who gave in. Good, seeing that you know what to do, BenGong also cherishes. How about this, there is an empty room beside Bengong, you can move in.
Si Wuchen hurriedly stood up and thanked him.
Empress Jiang said again,"This way, BenGong can be called at any time and can hear your zither music at any time."
Si Wuchen thanked him again.
Empress Jiang said,"I see that you are familiar with Lujiao, so I gave Lujiao to you and let her take care of you." Don't do anything else, lest I hurt your tender hands. You go! See if you like it?
Si Wuchen didn't dare to nitpick. It was already a great honor for him to be appreciated by Empress Jiang. He thanked her happily and went to the newly granted house.
Lu Jiao became Si Wuchen's subordinate, so she followed him.
Empress Jiang hugged Si Wuchen by her side. She did not want anyone to disturb her, but she could also protect her well.
At this moment, someone was cleaning and moving things in the new house given to Si Wuchen.
Now that Si Wuchen had his own space, he spent most of his time practicing zither, chess, calligraphy and painting.
Lu Jiao served Si Wuchen some tea and said happily," I-I don't even know how to call you anymore, I
Hearing that, Si Wuchen said with a smile," In the future, we'll still call each other sisters. You're still my sister, so you can still call me Sister Wu Chen. Even though we come from the same place, it's not easy for us to be here. I was only lucky enough to be doted on by Madam Jun, so I'll still have many places to rely on Sister in the future. The elder sister was an elder here, and she had stayed in front of Madam Jun for many years. Elder Sister was naturally much more experienced in handling matters. If Younger Sister didn't understand something, she still had to ask Elder Sister for advice!
Lu Jiao smiled and said,"What did sister say?" I'll naturally help out with the things that only I know. We're all from the same village, so we naturally won't side with outsiders.
Hearing that, Si Wuchen said with a smile," With your words, I'm relieved." In the future, other than her, you should learn to be serious. If it's just us sisters, you don't have to be distant and have more freedom. Now that she's not around, don't be serious. Otherwise, I'll feel uncomfortable.
When Lu Jiao heard this, her heart opened up.
Si Wuchen had nothing to do today, so he thought of Si Zeng Jian and couldn't help but tear up.
Lu Jiao saw it and asked,"Sister, what's wrong with you?" But I miss home
Si Wuchen wiped his tears and said with a smile," Yes! A little.
Lu Jiao said,"Don't worry, sister. Tomorrow, I'll give it to you when Madam Jun is happy."
Si Wuchen said with a smile," I appreciate your kindness, sister. But I'd better not alarm the empress dowager and Mrs. Jun." I can't just not mention it because the Empress Dowager and Jun Furen treat me a little well. Otherwise, it will backfire and I won't feel good. Who doesn't miss home? Would the Empress Dowager and Madam Jun care about everything? Moreover, my status is low, so I'm only slightly better. Just a little bit better and I'm already so happy that I can't control myself, then how can I survive in the future?
Lu Jiao didn't say anything when she heard this.
At night, Si Wuchen and Lu Jiao slept together, chatting and laughing on the bed.
Lu Jiao said,"My parents love me very much." But it's useless to love me. We don't have money at home. If I don't get sold, my siblings won't be able to live either. Only by sacrificing myself can I save the entire family. Although it's only one tael of silver a month, it's still the highest among the maids. It's also because I serve the Empress Dowager well and because of Jun Furen's favor that I'm able to increase it. With just one tael of silver, his family was extremely rich in the village. However, compared to the rich, they were still far from it. The rich spent money like the tide, but they didn't even pay for it. This was something that the poor couldn't compare to. This was the difference in class. There was no comparison between the rich and the poor.
Hearing that, Si Wuchen said,"Yes." I really envy you. You have parents, younger siblings. Although they didn't meet, at least they knew that they were very good.
"Could it be that little sister's life?" Lu Jiao stopped when she heard that.
Si Wuchen sighed,'I don't even know who my parents are.
Lu Jiao asked,"Your parents are not from the Sang family."
Si Wuchen said," They are just my adoptive parents, and I was picked up by my adoptive father from the riverside.
Lu Jiao listened and said,"I didn't expect my sister to be so miserable." I'm sorry, I've touched my sister's pain.
Si Wuchen said," There's nothing to be sorry about. That's the truth. You can't avoid it just because you want to. You can't blame anyone. Don't blame yourself." It's my bad luck. I can't blame anyone.
Late at night, Lu Jiao fell asleep.
Si Wuchen covered Lujiao with a quilt and walked out of the house. Looking at the bright moon in the sky, flowers blooming in front of him, and leaves falling on the ground, he couldn't help but mutter to himself," One flower, one world, one leaf, one pursuit, all the flowers have fallen, branches and leaves, what is the feeling of separation? This flower and this leaf often reflect each other, a wisp of cold fragrance overflows, floating in the air where? In just a moment, the verdant and red had reduced to dust, and the sorrow of spring had nowhere to hide. The word love, how is it difficult to break through ancient and modern times? A sad moon shattered the fireworks. A hint of love between the eyebrows, only for the love of the moon, who is the love seed? Who asked the Ninedust Clan to fall in love? What was a dream that would not change until death? Heartbroken voice in the memory of life, who knows if the yearning is shallow or thick? but still say whether there is love or not. The flower moon was in the spring breeze, and she had a flirtatious smile on her face. The moment her eyes moved, people guessed who it was. It can be seen that love is not true.
At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew, dark clouds covered the moon, and rain followed.
Si Wuchen hid in his room, looked at the rain by the window and said," A beautiful woman like the moon fell into the painting hall. Originally, the east wind was not allowed to shake, but this rain did not care about human feelings. Look at the fragrance of the flowers, why the wind and rain? There are not many flowers, tears and residual red fall into the mud. Mei-er was so sad, so sad. A single glance was enough to make him lose his mind for a lifetime. It was a different feeling in his heart, and he could not bear to see how many tears he shed. Flowers bloom with tears, leaves fall with sorrow, look at the sound of the rain dripping on the heart, an empty rank drops until dawn, how many old days have to be like this?
Si Zengjian looked at the rain outside the window and said sadly," Who can say the word love clearly? Who could understand love? How many people could stay in the vast sea of people? How many people could walk together in the wind and rain? So what if the heart of one person in this life gathered and dispersed? How many painful tears had become a thousand years of lament? Time and tide wait for no man, how can sorrow and hatred be avoided? Where is the limit of this love? I really want to grow up to look like you like. It's still like a dream, but I can't forget my past. The tears in her eyes could not bear to part, was it love or sigh? Where are you now?
The more Si Wuchen thought about it, the sadder he became. He murmured," Looking at this beautiful scenery, the flowers also bloomed freely. Who knew that a drizzle would pour down. This scene in the rain added a sense of pity and sorrow. Wasn't this pattering rain the tears of heaven? I tried my best to pull back an old dream, and my obsession bloomed. Are the tears in the corners of my eyes for you?
Si Zeng Jian was also heartbroken as he said, Seeing your spring flowers, it seems to be warm for a season. You are this spring, flowers bloom only with you to be beautiful. I'm like the weeping willow outside the window, reluctant to part with spring. I really want to use the willow branches to hold on to this spring. However, Ruthless didn't seem to care about this love. He left Chunchun and went back, so he had to follow her. I still can't know where spring is, but I lost you. I thought I would rather take the whole world down for you, just to walk into your youth. Who knows the word tears write, why write a scattered word? The eyes of love are merciless, but they confuse people's hearts. A little longing, why is there a difficulty in human feelings? A wisp of flower soul, how could it be sad, but it was infatuated to break the moon? Deep affection drifted away, in an unforgettable moment. When the love word is written, it is always hurt in tears. A period of sadness is between the eyebrows, the most tragic is how many times I mistook you for my eyes? I'm used to seeing tender flowers and snow, chaotic and unrestrained, but my heart is still barren of love. One night haggard, but a river full of bright moon, but I don't know when we parted, the moon was broken? It rained to clear the place, but it also caused the flowers and leaves to be scattered and buried in the mud. Moreover, there were countless drops of red. No Flower's attitude, Han Yan and Leng Xiangqiu didn't care, but he was extremely confused. Thinking about it, he saw her smile and frown. He collected his feelings, knew that he was heartbroken, and even put some fragments at ease. It made one's heart hurt, made one's face look haggard, and made one's eyebrows burn. However, it was a fog of sorrow that shrouded one's body.
Si Wuchen also said with confusion," I lean on the railing alone, used to the lonely melancholy of the night. Ask me where to go? I'm too lazy to get up and paint my eyebrows. I'm too late to make up and wash up. I'm for you. You know. My heart is tied to my whole life, and I have failed you with thousands of tears. How heavy was this feeling? Who would be confused after knowing thousands of people in the world of mortals? How much affection did fate give you to take root? The loneliness of this trip, was it because he underestimated love and hate? The original mistake was that he was too persistent? Why did no one laugh at this eternal deception? Was it because he loved himself too much? The ending was written in one stroke, making people helplessly accept the gentleness of this lie. In the entanglement, a mistake, so painful that he lost himself, how could he start over? With two hearts on his shoulders and full of calculations, who was the one causing trouble? Is this yearning full? After several waves, how much does the moon shine on people's hearts? Was the rest of his life enough? Why was the oath useless? A speechless gaze, a lifetime of desolation, and still pleading for mercy so deeply hidden was a joke.
Si Zeng Jian looked into the distance and said in his heart," You are the person who amazed my time and also softened my years. In the softest part of my heart, there's someone. The person I once loved deeply but never got was you.
Si Wuchen also looked into the distance and thought," How many times have I tried to forget you, but I just have to remember you again. Looking at the drizzle and falling flowers, the sad eyebrows are a thousand tears, but how many spring flowers have fallen? Who did the enchanting flower shadow offend? I have no words to say how many springs have passed, but where is the storm coming from? The flowers are sad and the soul is buried, but there is only a wisp of fragrance here. Nothing seems to be strong. But a bitter heart? My heart is full of melancholy, and I know the taste of lonely sleep. For the sake of asking the new sorrow, tears are a little bit, why do you need to fry yourself? I saw the moon in the fog, and it was the same as last year's illness, but the beautiful songs and clear words were all empty. That love is endless, but the poor love debt is difficult to repay, but also two lines of tears, idle poetry worry Fu finally embarrassed. Which one was the tearful look in the mirror? Who was still in the dream? People are not things to change, after all, is the end of a dream, why is a thousand points of sorrow but also add a tear? Who is the seed of love? How many tears could there be in his eyes? Why seek leisure and sorrow? In vain I grieve, but my soul is broken by the autumn. The moment he collapsed, his heart shattered. How could he clean it up? When will the cold spring end? How can tears flow in autumn and winter? Why can't the green water rise at all? With just a glance, who knows how to complain until dawn, drunk whose mood is extravagant forever? Sigh! It's better if she's illiterate. She doesn't have so many hearts. Who knew that he could read and write, but every word he said was the word 'worry'.
The rain stopped like human tears.
Soon, the moon was also in the sky, making it difficult to predict the situation.
Si Wuchen walked out of the room unconsciously. He didn't know where he had come to. Suddenly, he saw Si Zeng Jian in the dark ground. He shouted happily," Brother Zeng Jian " and ran over.
Si Zeng Jian was walking towards Bao City for some reason. Suddenly, he heard someone calling him and saw Si Wuchen. He was also surprised and quickly walked forward and shouted,""Sister Wu Chen, I finally see you.”
The two of them hugged each other, as if they had a thousand words to say but did not know where to start. For a moment, the world was silent, and the sound of their heartbeats could be heard.
Si Zengjian restrained his excitement and moistened his throat before saying, Sister Wu Chen, do you know that without you, my world will fall apart?
Si Wuchen's eyes were filled with tears as he said," Really? Why?
Si Zengjian said,"I only blame you for looking back. I lost my heart and soul."
Hearing that, Si Wuchen said joyfully and jokingly," Blame me for looking back? Which time? Ever since we got together, I've looked back more than once.
Si Zengjian said,"Ever since I met you,
Si Wuchen asked before he finished," Do you regret meeting me?
Si Zengjian said,"I never regretted meeting you. It's just that after we parted, I regretted falling in love with you. I missed you too much."
Si Wuchen asked,"Have you never regretted your past?"
Si Zengjian said,"Yes, I've never regretted the past. I only regret that I didn't make it to the end."
Si Wuchen asked again,"When did I live in your heart?"
Si Zengjian said," I don't know when you entered my heart, but I didn't notice it. Anyway, in my heart, from the beginning, you were the stars in my dim night sky and all my rivers and lakes." I let go of heaven and earth, but I never let go of you, but you lived in seclusion in my wound.
Si Wuchen said," Don't say anything. I'm satisfied with your words." Sigh! I hope your heart is like mine, and I don't miss you.
Si Zeng Jian said," I just don't understand. It's obvious that love is a matter between two people. Why is it that the heavens don't allow it and that we have to be prejudiced by the secular world?" And still be restrained by others? Why didn't a lover have a place to arrange?
Si Wuchen pointed at the blooming flowers in front of him and said," Look at this moment when the flowers bloomed, dazzling and magnificent, intoxicating fireworks, who knew that the fragrance would not die? Is it also the calamity of fading prosperity? But it was a wound that changed a person's life. Love should be like this flower, let people see the meaning of love flowers, hurt by human feelings. It was like a story describing the vanity of a lifetime. How could one rather not have some troubles? That 'Sleepless Who's Tears' was probably the reason.
Si Zengjian did not say anything.
Si Wuchen turned around and saw a zither in the garden. He went to sit down and said," Come, come, come. I'll play the zither for my brother and save him a lot of trouble.
Si Zeng Jian asked,"Sister Wu Chen, when did you learn to play the zither?"
Si Wuchen said with a smile," Ever since I entered the king's mansion and gained the favor of the empress dowager and Mrs. Jun, I've had free time to learn zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
Si Zengjian said,"I see. Then play a song."
Si Wuchen moved her slender hands and started playing music.
Si Zengjian said,"Listen to this zither, it is a song of heartfelt love, but it contains the loneliness and sadness of many years, but how can it be that deep fate and shallow dreams make it difficult to sleep?"
Si Wuchen stroked the zither and said,"I can't bear to look at it, but I'm haggard with the time. I lean on the railing. How many tears can I hate?"
Si Zengjian listened and said,"I miss you very much, and I lock the building with spring hatred." Who was the master of the Heaven Connecting Stream and the falling flowers in the rain?
Si Wuchen said," We are facing the spring breeze together, but we are worried about each other. Do you know that spring worries are too much, but we are sick?"
Si Zengjian said: Look at the sentimental wind thousands of miles rolling tide, empty green smoke flying, is that fragrance stained the sleeves. Looking at the smiling flowers chasing the heart of spring, reflecting the shadow, sweet and light words, to whom do you say it? Who is invited to sleep? Is it red dotted with green moss? A branch of rich and gorgeous, carefully take, fold a flower-like painting clothes, who expected the flower to fold melancholy? Only for the sake of beautiful flowers, waiting for the floating flowers and waves are all gone, but add leisure and worry, but also lonely what to wait for? Why do I have to worry? Was it jealousy that destroyed each other? How many flowers are left in the city? Sighing at the spring flowers, but heartbroken flowers bloom, drunk in the wind and rain to look carefully, flowers wither and clear sorrow but dyed hair, who else drunk in this bitter flower? Think of the thoughts of people who are separated from each other, where can you see people? To whom will my shadow go? I'm just drifting.
Hearing this, Si Wuchen said,"How many broken chapters and sentences about the sorrow of separation?" It landed in a small alley. How many words were planted in the depths of his soul? Whose Xinyu was it? Splashing in the season of yearning, there was still lingering pain throbbing between the Yingying, just tears and clear words? Look at the verdant red, a wisp of fragrance, whose beautiful shadow is hazy in the misty rain? To break the clear sorrow, the wind caress ripple dream, close to a dress of floral fragrance, how many broken words to concentrate on the eyes? Pain is the loss of love, how much melancholy and so on to see? How much do you know about the past? Can one shoulder bear all the sorrows of ancient and modern times? The flowers fall on the branches, sad and sad, what is the residual red Chen Ci score? Is it the red dance that hasn't stopped? I can't help but shed tears in the rain of yearning, the cold moon shines on my temples, and it's hard to find all kinds of tender feelings and infatuation. Whose old dreams were disturbed by the flowers blooming between his eyebrows? Why was the past in her heart still lingering on her brow? Whose tears wet my sleeves? That month, the branches were still the same. If you ask about love, it would be even more pitiful. Knowing that flowers and moons were heartless, when would spring, flowers, and autumn moon end? But I look for flowers and ask the moon why?
Si Zeng Jian was walking on the clouds with Si Wuchen, looking at the beautiful scenery of the earth. He said," Alone in this tranquil mood, looking at the fragrant wind, who knew that it was not spring but spring was already on the branches. The bright moon that was like clear water washing the heart created such a quiet time. The flower in the corner of the wall carried a wisp of fragrance, but it was still singing the willows and spring breeze? Not the romantic love between the lines, but whose glory was it? The joy of plants and trees in her eyes was still shining, but picking flowers and pistils added to her new worries. How could one look down on this romantic love? The watch that was inadvertently drawn between his fingers was written in colorful patterns, but it wandered in the poem. Originally, it was the same as normal spring and autumn? Or do you not realize it when spring comes? This spring plus a rain, beautifully endowed with poetry, who knows that the whole soul is desolate, but it is scattered scattered breath, blooming thousands of threads but lost. She had forgotten and was still conflicted.
Si Wuchen also looked at the beautiful scenery, but said," A lifetime of fame, a lifetime of burden. At the end of the dream, who outlined the secret that no one knew? The love road that will eventually meet, the long thoughts of the heart, but all withered like flowers and trees, is it a pitiful person wandering under the moon? May I ask what time it is to urge the flowers to bloom? Only the falling flowers know this feeling, but who is occupying the spring of the Jade Hall? The two flowers that separated the wall were filled with tears of longing. Looking at the extreme spring sorrow, only ordinary, but it is the time to worry, that first sight of palpitation is still lingering in the heart?
Si Zengjian said,"A peerless encounter, accompanied by the stunning season of love at first sight, bright flowers, but whose heart was dyed?" A tender drunken beauty, a tree blooming feelings, a light fleeting time, how could the world change?
Si Wuchen said," In the heart of spring flowers and autumn moon, dreams are often wasted in the middle of the night. Deep feelings are often disappointed." Who knows the taste of sorrow? There are always people crazy, heartless tears on the leaves of the poem, but the scar is difficult to restrain. Who is secretly heartbroken among the flowers? But I dreamed of it forever. When a flower is new, the shadow of the flower will shake away in spring, but there are not many flowers, and the shadow will be crushed by the wind.
Suddenly, Si Zeng Jian and Si Wuchen stepped on the cloud paper and fell into reality.
Dan Yansi was awakened from his sleep. He got out of bed and looked at the moon in the sky. Why did I have this dream? But was Sister Si Wuchen thinking too much? What I think day and night, I dream.
Si Wuchen woke up in front of the candle. Looking at the candle oil, he said tearfully," Why the wind and rain? Who crushed the white clouds? Was the West Wind coming from the sky? Don't let the spring breeze provoke the rain? But let the three springs be late and the peaches and plums hurt. Many times tired of rain, desolate clouds and cool rain but help people worry, why always say goodbye to the situation? But the sorrow of parting, a thousand threads of confusion. To ask new sorrow, melancholy still, how many springs without tears? Why are idle flowers scattered to fill the books?
Si Zengjian said: Spring has not come to me in recent years. The misty river makes people sad. How many beauties have come to shine on me? Where can the article cry for the autumn wind? Last year when spring came, how many tears did you shed when you left? How many inches of soft intestines? Tear-stained heart knows? I thought I would add a new poem at night. I thought I would welcome the swallows and warm wind. Who knew that the melancholy was dyed with green poplars and spring colors all over the city, but the rivers and mountains were always sad in the middle of the night. Who can understand the meaning of a curtain in my heart? How many flowers bloom and wither day and night? But a river of misty rain and red flowers?
Si Wuchen asked,"Why are the fallen leaves fluttering?" The infatuated soul gradually lost the flower field several times, that piece of flying flowers fell red, but what fragrance is the residual rain dust? If you can't help thinking, how can you talk about your shortcomings with others? In the past, there should be countless hidden bitterness, and the two of them should face each other with love, let alone now? At that time, the words were clear, why melancholy cloud? However, there were many right and wrong in the world, which broke the eyes of a good poet. Or play two, three strings, four or five songs, the strings can not hide the sound of thinking, but it is just a pair of eyes stained with tears. Why is it that the gloomy clouds are condensed for thousands of miles? Worry on the brow is a prisoner of love, but the soul is broken and no one can return. The tears of the beads were not as good as the rain to wash away the dust, but the wind and moon at dawn made people haggard. Only those two or three flowers, how could they be the nameless unfolding of emotions? But a single flower blooms like a cloud of sorrow.
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