This word is even more unheard of, and the four sentences are all sighs, but they are like complaints, which lead to infinite reverie. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The woman's slender fingers played the last note, and the song ended, and the aftermath lingered, lingering for three days.

Wu Hao's providence was still unfinished, and he carefully tasted every tune and every word.

Good product for a long time, but there is no flaw.

This song should be in the sky, how many times can the world hear it?

Wu Haotian even forgot the purpose of this trip, but walked towards the woman in a daze.

Others may not understand this feeling, how can they not understand it?

This feeling, like the snow that has not melted for thousands of years in the high mountains of the north, is swaying.

"Why is the girl so lonely?"

Small bridges, flowing water, long pavilions.

A handsome young man stood outside the pavilion, staring at the woman inside through the gauze curtain.

Just because of an intoxicating tune and the sound of that day, they are like a hundred flowers in spring.

Therefore, Wu Haotian unconsciously asked what was in his heart.

"Why is the girl so lonely?"

That's right, it's loneliness.

The exchange of movement and stillness in this song is like a person who can't stay idle, one will do this, one will do that; And the four sentences of complaint in the word have a feeling that the sky should not be and the earth is not spiritual.

In this way, it is not loneliness, what is it?

This girl is different from men, when men are lonely, they will go hunting, horse racing, cultivation, and visiting kilns, while girls are basically the same thing - Sichun.

Thinking about when I can find my own wishful husband.

It is women who want to find a prince, no exceptions.

Obviously, the beauties in the pavilion were frightened by Wu Haotian's somewhat reckless behavior, and looked at the young man outside the curtain, but she couldn't see it clearly.

I saw a tall figure, a handsome silhouette, and a dress, like a scholar with four treasures.

It's a pity that scholars are just scholars, and beauties love heroes, not those poor and rotten words.

Although the other party is a little reckless, he is also polite, presumably some noble child.

But what people want is a rough man - singing about wine, arrogant, at least a little louder, not a bland drizzle like the other party - that's a dignified man!

Although you are the first person who can read the loneliness in my song, you are not the person I want.

So the woman sat on the stone chair in the long pavilion and did not reply.

When the maid next to her saw it, she understood her master's mind and said, "Who are you?" ”

Wu Haotian saw that the other party did not speak, and he did not blame.

"Just a passerby."

After hearing this, the maid immediately said, "Then the boy should be a competent passerby!" Don't disturb my young lady's Yaxing. ”

"A competent passer-by is not for the destination, but for the scenery along the way." Wu Haotian said the old-fashioned lines, and even he was a little sick to his stomach, "If you can't stop and sigh with such a rare scenery in the world, then it's incompetent!" ”

Seeing that the other party was so sharp-toothed, the maid stomped her feet angrily, but she was helpless.

Wu Haotian saw that the other party's master and servant stopped talking, so he read out a poem faintly - Wu Haotian loved poetry and songs very much in his previous life.

The screen window sunset is getting dusk, and no one in the gold house sees tear stains.

The lonely empty courtyard is late in spring, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground and do not open the door.

Lonelier than lonely? Are you comparable to the literati of China for 3,000 years?

Therefore, the master and servant in the long pavilion were stunned.

How could a beautiful woman not understand the artistic conception, especially the last two sentences, waiting until the spring was late, waiting until the pear blossoms were all over the ground, but her lover did not come back.

What a grudge this is, a thousand times better than oneself!

I just can't get the life I want, and the person in front of me is just waiting for someone to come.

Not only that, but the poems he made are like the playthings of a three-year-old child compared to him!

The beautiful woman also sighed for the first time, it turns out that poetry can be so beautiful, and sorrow can be so beautiful.

And the person in front of him is so talented.

"Childe, your crush is really happy."

The beauty finally spoke, but unfortunately Wu Haotian's mind was no longer with her.

This poem also writes his own state of mind.

Su Yan, are you also in the boudoir all day long, waiting for my return?

The pain of watching season after season of flowers and watching season after season of pear blossoms fall to the ground, but no one knocks on the door, is the most torturous.

In the past six years, although I have been tortured, my heart is happy, because I am getting stronger, and the stronger I become, the sooner I can see you.

And the voice of the beautiful woman in the pavilion is good, but it is not as good as the lover in my heart.

Wu Haotian thought about it and turned to leave.

"Childe, wait!"

The beautiful woman in the pavilion hurriedly got up, and in a panic, her knee touched the corner of the piano, and she snorted, unable to continue to chase.

But Wu Haotian's voice came from afar.

A room with a clear sound pillow dreams and quiet dreams, and the spring water of the half-river is endowed with wind and flow.

Reading Qiu You warms the jade in his arms, and Xiaojiao He Jianyue goes to the hill.

Indulge thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and don't worry about the beauty.

Life is so short in the world, just for the autumn of Hongchen.

The beauty was stunned, looking at Wu Haotian's departing back, as if a beautiful picture scroll was imprinted in her heart.

She knew that this son was telling herself that he didn't love the country, he wasn't a hero, he only loved beauties.

Who is it that can make him so fond of him, so that he can't tolerate a second person, even a dignified country?

The beauty sat on the ground decadently, but she didn't expect that the concept she adhered to would be so easily broken by a passerby.

This passerby, although his tone is flat, is more heroic than any strong man he has ever seen!

This passer-by doesn't love the country and loves the beauty.

"Miss, we're leaving, Your Majesty is waiting for us!"

The beauty nodded stupidly, but still sat stupidly.

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Wu Haotian walked into the Imperial Garden and watched the Emperor of Jiuling drinking tea alone in the garden, which was very leisurely and not majestic.

This is the second time I have seen the Emperor of the Nine Spirits, and every time, this Emperor of the Ages will show a different side.

The Nine Spirits Emperor also saw Wu Haotian's arrival, smiled at him, and pointed to the stone chair next to him, "Sit." ”

After Wu Haotian bowed deeply to the Nine Spirits Emperor, he sat down indifferently.

"You were the first person to see me and not kneel, not even your father." The Nine Spirits Emperor said half-jokingly, half-seriously.

"Your Majesty is a Ming Jun, how can you care about these vulgar things." Wu Haotian didn't care, and directly slapped his ass - no one doesn't like others to pat his ass.

Sure enough, the Nine Spirits Emperor was not angry but happy, and actually laughed.

Even the servants next to him were terrified--why is this son of the Wu family so bold?

"How have you been in the past six years? Isn't it tiring? "The Nine Spirits Emperor seemed to be talking to Wu Haotian about family life, and he didn't talk about the purpose of this trip at all.

Wu Haotian is not in a hurry - you are the emperor of the Imperial Empire, and time is more important than mine.

So Wu Haotian also picked up the tea, blew the air, and pretended to be a vassal and elegant posture with his impression, as if he really had a sentiment. (To be continued.) )