But no matter what, Mo Zihang could only take Zhao Piaopiao and leave temporarily, as the saying goes, his godson was said to be his wife in person, even if Zhao Piaopiao ruined all his previous efforts, he couldn't let her get off the stage in front of Qian Miaoyin. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

After the two of them left, Qian Miaoyin felt more comfortable than ever, and stretched lazily, but the light in her eyes shot straight at the door. Talent show? Qian Miaoyin raised her eyebrows, it seems that she should use dim sum.

When Yang Yuhuan pulled Qian Miaoyin closer to the necklace again in the evening, he couldn't help but be surprised inexplicably, "You ......"

Qian Miaoyin recalled the song of long-hatred she sang when she first met Yang Yuhuan, and shook her sleeves and twisted her waist.

The disciples of Liyuan are white-haired and new, and the Jiaofang eunuch is Qing'e old.

The fireflies in the evening hall were quiet, and the lonely lamp did not sleep.

The bells and drums are long at night, and the stars and rivers are about to dawn.

The mandarin duck tile is cold and frosty, and the jade is cold.

After years of life and death, the soul has never come to dream.

This paragraph is about Tang Xuanzong's longing for Yang Yuhuan day and night, it stands to reason that Qian Miaoyin, a layman, is definitely not as good as Yang Yuhuan's singing, but it is precisely because of Yang Yuhuan's disdain for Tang Xuanzong that she is not distracted by this paragraph. But Qian Miaoyin is different, in her eyes, it is not just a fate that a woman can't control from birth to death, but the obsession of a generation of emperors with the word love.

Yes, maybe what he recalls is not Yang Guifei as a person, but his flashy life in those days, but that rich longing is definitely not fake. It is precisely because Qian Miaoyin is an outsider that she can better understand Tang Xuanzong's psychology and deduce this swan song.

Qian Miaoyin shook her sleeves and danced, whispering and crying, every expression, every movement, clearly conveyed her thoughts, and also set off the desolation of today.

Yang Yuhuan gradually quieted down, watching the tears slowly flow down uncontrollably. Those glorious days, such unforgettable pleasures, can she forget? It can be said that the emperors of the past dynasties have been greedy for pleasure, but only the pleasures of Tang Xuanzong and Yang Yuhuan can be called the ultimate. Yes, when pleasure becomes an art, it is the ultimate.

At that time, it was an era in which literature flourished in Chinese history, and many outstanding talents were produced. The poet immortal Li Bai, the poet saint Du Fu, the poet ghost Li He, the poet Liu Yuxi, the tea saint Lu Yu, the singer Li Guinian, it can be said that except for the medicine king Sun Simiao, the others are inseparable from pleasure. If Tang Xuanzong was not good at this, could these fun things be so prosperous? It can be said that Tang Xuanzong is the ancestor of the generation of words!

Tang Xuanzong...... Li Longji...... Saburo ...... Yang Yuhuan looked up at the sky through tears, calling out more intimate than the other. Yang Yuhuan is a gift sacrificed by the family, and she is also the concubine that Tang Xuanzong forcibly married, can you be with a player like Tang Xuanzong for all these years, is it really not tempting at all? How can it be!

Yang Yuhuan is a smart person, she knows Tang Xuanzong too well, yes, Tang Xuanzong loves to play and enjoy, even if he plays with women, he can also play to the extreme, Yang Yuhuan himself is the proof. Tang Xuanzong really didn't know about her and those people's charms? A generation of emperors, he is the second one, he can't see it, and the people around him won't say it? But he didn't care, he still doted on her, protected her, and even when he ran away, he only took her with him.

Yang Yuhuan walked stupidly under the locust tree, she was also scared and aggrieved when she was forced to die, but she couldn't forget the look she looked at Tang Xuanzong before she died. He was crying, crying like a child, Yang Yuhuan didn't know if it was because of the persecution of those people, or because he was reluctant to her. If...... Her death can exchange peace for the rest of his life, so let's go.

It's been more than a thousand years, and the resentment of not being able to return to her homeland for more than a thousand years has long made her forget her original intention, hatred is her only pastime in the boundless darkness, if it weren't for Qian Miaoyin's singing, she would never be able to get out of such a haze.

Qian Miaoyin's singing voice slammed, and she couldn't help but look at Yang Yuhuan standing under the locust tree, "Niangniang......

Yang Yuhuan turned his head with tears in his eyes, but with a smile on his face, "Thank you." Yang Yuhuan, who originally had a strange aura, actually brought a faint white fluorescence around him.

"You...... What's wrong? Qian Miaoyin looked at Yang Yuhuan worriedly, thinking that something had happened to her, but Yang Yuhuan gave her a much more comfortable feeling than before.

Yang Yuhuan slowly wiped away her tears, "It turns out that it wasn't San Lang ...... who trapped me," she sighed lowly.

"Nani?" Qian Miaoyin can't match Yang Yuhuan's frequency at all, what did she say?

"From beginning to end, what trapped me was just my own resentment......" Yang Yuhuan waved her sleeves and sat down, and at some point there was an extra wine jug in her hand, she slowly poured herself a glass and drank it in one gulp, "Because I was unwilling, because of hatred, I touched the prohibition on the necklace, so I was locked up here and couldn't go out." It's not me they're trying to shut me up, it's just a grudge with a grudge. Thank you...... Thank you for letting me go. ”

Qian Miaoyin blinked, what did she do? Why didn't she know anything? "You mean you can get out?" She...... Unleashed a thousand-year-old ghost? Well, Qian Miaoyin really can't ignore her red palace dress.

Seeing the dumbfounded Qian Miaoyin, Yang Yuhuan couldn't help but laugh, "Don't worry, I won't go out to hurt people, and before you learn my skills, you won't want to overtake me!" ”

"This is the skill!" Qian Miaoyin exclaimed, "What are you kidding, it's good for me to learn how to deal with the show, I'm not interested in learning your skills!" ”

"It's not up to you to say this!" Yang Yuhuan waved his wide sleeves, and a chessboard appeared on the table, "You all know that I am a double singer and dancer, but I ignore it, my chess skills are also very good, every time San Lang loses too ugly, it makes Xueyi Niang make trouble, and Li Bai also became my guest ......of honor because of his chess skills."

Qian Miaoyin squinted, wait, this amount of information is too much, let me ...... slowly

In short, whether Qian Miaoyin wants it or not, Yang Yuhuan will teach her all his eighteen martial arts.

Well, there are thousands of beauties in the world, there is Xia Ji who charms the city, Zetian who has the power to dominate the world, and Zhaojun who has great righteousness, but there is no one who can make Qian Miaoyin understand what it means to play in the prosperous world...... As for the children of the powerful people in the capital who claim to be players, they should quickly bring a red scarf to go to primary school to continue their studies, study hard, and make progress every day is the last word, don't come out and be embarrassed.

It can be said that compared to the game of ancient times, it is simply a clear soup and little water, but ...... Yang Yuhuan let her see what it means to specialize, and play the specialization of the characters.