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Young Master Peng had a bitter look on his face, shook his head and sighed: "Reading for two months, isn't this my old life, my body is skinny, my parents don't dare to destroy it, and the beginning of filial piety." This is a chance to show your face, don't you want it? ”

Yang Zheng said: "Young master doesn't have to be so pessimistic, I still have some poems, if the young master just wants to show his face, with the relationship between you and me, I can also send you a poem!" ”

Young Master Peng said happily: "Hua'an, are you really willing to plagiarize a poem for me?" ”

"My day, what kind of plagiarism, is it good to compose poetry?" Yang Zheng rolled his eyes and said angrily.

Young Master Peng didn't care either, and said with a smiling face: "Yes, poetry is right, poetry is right!" ”

Yang Zheng saw that although his tone was flattering, his expression was a little disdainful, and he couldn't help but be angry, but it was not easy to attack. The two stood and talked for a while, Young Master Peng got Yang Zheng's assurance, and his heart was happy, and his gratitude to Yang Zheng was beyond words for a while, and he almost promised each other.

Yang Zheng casually made two sentences of the poems of later generations and recited them to Young Master Peng twice, knowing that this was the poem that showed his face, he recited it silently more than a dozen times with great care, and barely managed to be familiar with it in his chest, and then he left with a thousand thanks.

Yang Zheng shook his head with tears and laughter, and the two talked for a while, this time returning to their own houses.

As soon as I entered the exclusive courtyard, I heard a voice say: "Hua'an, you're back!" ”

Before he could finish speaking, Fauber came out with a large pair of iron-stained scissors, and there were still a lot of dead branches and leaves left on the scissors, which seemed to be coming to prune the manor.

"yes, you're back, how are you, Fauber?" Yang Zheng walked up and stretched out his hands to hug him.

Fu Bo was a little uncomfortable, and said with an embarrassed smile: "It's good to come back, you are not in this courtyard, everyone says that it is too deserted?" You're better to come back, huh? ”

"So I'm so popular?" Yang Zheng was a little surprised.

Fu Bo talked for a while, seeing that it was not early, he patted the dead branches and leaves on his body, put away the scissors, and then said to Yang Zheng: "It's not early, you just came back and came, go into the house early and rest, I will clean the room for you!" ”

Yang Zheng looked at Fu Bo's slightly simple face, and a wave of emotion welled up in his heart, the person who cares about you the most will never say anything, but will only silently do a good job for you.

Fu Bo's eyes were also a little moist, and he reached out and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Okay, what is the words of a big man shed tears!" As soon as the words fell, two bean-sized tears rolled down.

Yang Zheng smiled, Fu Bo also felt a little hypocritical, and looked up to the sky and laughed.

After talking for a while, the situation seemed to be much better, and Fauber stomped his feet and said, "Okay, will you go in?" ”

Yang Zheng was no longer polite, turned around and entered the house, and as soon as the door was closed, he heard a burst of footsteps, followed by a voice and said: "I have no conscience, I am finally back!" ”

Hearing the voice, Yang Zheng opened the wooden door curiously, and in the dark night, it was obvious that a delicate little face was reflected, red, a pair of dark eyes were shining, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he stared at him motionlessly.

"You conscienceless!" The man outside the door scolded again, with grievances and grievances in his tone.

Yang Zheng sighed softly and said, "Come in?" ”

The man outside the door let out a soft "um" and stomped his feet outside the door before walking in.

The house has already been cleaned by Fubo, that is, Yang Zheng's dirty clothes on weekdays have also been washed and cleaned by Fubo, not to mention the tables, chairs and benches, looking at such a clean house, Yang Zheng sighed from his heart: "There is an old family like a treasure in the home!" ”

The fire on the coffee table had been lit, and the tea in the teapot was also emitting bursts of white mist.

Fortunately, this is not a difficult thing, tea sets, tea leaves, hot tea, just a moment, two cups of clean, clear, fresh West Lake Longjing tea will be brewed, the tea buds in the cup are delicate, the color is green and fragrant, the taste is mellow and beautiful, or the best of a flag and a gun, with a faint white mist, exudes a faint fragrance.

The visitor stared at him and finished this qiē, and his dark eyes flashed a few times, like stars in the night sky.

"It's cold, will you have a cup of tea?" Yang Zheng gently pushed the teacup to the coffee table.

The visitor made a slight "um", then rubbed his little hands, and then pulled away the ball cap that had been tightly covering his head.

The beating candlelight quickly reflected the faces of the people who came, the eyebrows were like far away, the dark eyes were like a pool of clear water, as if they could speak, a pair of pink bright red lips were gently bitten by the tooth shells, revealing a little cute, a pair of small dimples at the corners of the mouth were evenly distributed on both sides of the cheeks, a shallow smile, the dimples loomed on the cheeks, beautiful as a fairy.

Yang Zheng was stunned for a moment, as if he felt that the person in front of him, just like the tea soup in this cup, was clear and transparent after the mist, and it seemed to have a pleasant aroma.

"You have no conscience, you stare at people like this, you don't know me?" The visitor gave him an angry look, and said softly, but his blushing face became more and more red after saying this, like the beating lights in the house.

"Where did this fairy come from? Could it be the fairy Chang'e in the Moon Palace? Yang Zheng grinned and pretended to say.

The person who came snorted and laughed, his dark eyes glared at Yang Zheng quickly, and scolded: "You, I don't know if your mouth is smeared with honey, this is a few months, if it weren't for the letter that people sent you, I'm afraid that you would have forgotten about people and have no conscience?" “

"You have wronged me, I am in the army, but I miss my sister day and night, where do you dare to forget half a minute, if it is not a deep thought, how can you write that letterhead?" Yang Zheng looked at the visitor with a smile.

The person who came blushed and said, "You didn't write it, do you think I don't know?" It was written by a man named Su Wu, you, hmph, didn't take me to heart at all? The tone of the person who came was dissatisfied, and the red little mouth pouted slightly, and under the bewitching light, it was extremely dazzling.

Yang Zheng was stunned, and scolded in his heart: "This girl is so desperate for her life, and she can't live?" ”

married as husband and wife, love is not doubtful.

Joy is on tonight, Yan Wan and good time.

The husband has a long way, and he looks at the night.

The ginseng is gone, go and resign.

The march is on the battlefield, and there is no time to see each other.

Shake hands and sigh, tears are goodbye.

Try to love Chunhua, don't forget the joyful time.

Life should come back, death should be Sauvignon Blanc.

"Someone else wrote it correctly, but it also expressed my heart?" Yang Zheng recited the song "Leaving a Farewell Wife" written that day, and the tone was quite vicissitudes, which made the eyes of the visitors brighten, and the appearance of the anger just now seemed to have gone a little.

"Who knows if you were perfunctory to me at the time?" The person who came still said with a pink mouth.

"Auntie, although I, Yang Zheng, can write poems, I don't write them to anyone, I wrote this poem "Leaving a Farewell Wife" for you, but it contains my infinite expression? Do you think that a big man can still write such lingering and sympathetic words in the face of thousands of troops and horses, don't you think this itself expresses a kind of affection! I married you and became husband and wife, and I never doubted that I was in love with you until I grew old. What a wonderful time to fall in love with you and revel in the happy moment tonight! But tomorrow I will have to travel for my country, and I will have to get up and see what time it is.

I'm going to have to say goodbye to you at dawn, because I don't know when I'll be reunited with you when I'm going to go to the battlefield. It is also happy to hold hands with you for a long time, and we can't help but cry because this may be the last time you and I will be in this life. I cherish every moment of happiness now, and I will never forget to fall in love with you, such a happy and happy time. If I'm lucky enough to be alive, I'll definitely come back to you. If I'm unfortunate enough to die, I'll miss you forever......

Yang Zheng didn't know if he was infected by the sad atmosphere in the poem, and his tone was a little whimpering at the end, and he said in his heart: "This love poem is really not a good thing, it's so moving!" “

The visitor's dark eyes flashed, and soon showed a hint of joy, and then he snorted: "Even if you have a conscience, you can remember me!" “

Yang Zheng said: "Not only do you have a conscience, but also have a heart that loves you!" ”

Where can anyone afford this kind of shameless love talk, and shyly said: "Such embarrassing words are due to your mouth!" ”

Yang Zheng also felt a little numb, his old face was rarely red, and he was about to nod his head to meet this request, but who knew that the eyes of the visitor fluttered a few times, the corners of his mouth smiled faintly, and a strange flush rose on his pretty face, glanced at him, and said shyly: "Such embarrassing words, don't say it again to me a hundred times-?" ”

"A hundred times? This girl really dares to speak, saying that Lao Tzu is covered in goosebumps, a hundred times, isn't this my life, besides, I didn't say something embarrassing just now, why do I have to say it a hundred times, this woman is really duplicitous? Yang Zheng muttered, seeing that the dark eyes of the people were full of expectation, so he had to answer with a wry smile, and said extremely shamelessly: "As long as you like to listen, don't say it a hundred times, it's a thousand times, and you have to say it ten thousand times, who makes my Yan'er like to listen?" ”

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Note: When Su Wu was young, he was a general of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. In the first year of the Han Dynasty, the Xiongnu showed goodwill and released the Han Dynasty envoys who had been detained, and Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty sent Su Wu to lead an envoy to the Xiongnu to return the Xiongnu envoys who were detained by the Han Dynasty. Write this poem before leaving.

Later, the Xiongnu Shan Yu forced him to surrender with force, but Su Wu refused to give in. As a result, Su Wu was exiled to shepherd sheep on the cold North Sea, and endured many hardships. After 19 years, he finally returned to China, and finally fulfilled his promise to his wife to "return when he was born". It's a pity that he came back too late, and his wife thought that he had already died and had remarried. Because the Xiongnu were afraid that the Han court wanted Su Wu to return to China, they lied that Su Wu had died early. Although the ending is not satisfying, reading this song still feels Su Wu's deep affection for his wife, this is enough!