He smiled dotingly, scratched the tip of Yunhuang's nose, and said: "This poem is clearly to express the poet's sad feelings, how did it get into your mouth, it completely changed the taste, just like a group of eunuchs going up to the Qinglou...... You can say it." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"So what? Hmph, anyway, there is the word Yue, I didn't lose, it's up to you, it's you, read it quickly", Yun Huang urged with a smile, she didn't notice that her words were full of coquettish tones.

"Okay, it's my turn", Murong Jin held the wine glass in his hand and said in a low voice: "The moon is falling and the sky is full of frost, and Jiang Feng is sleeping."

Yun Huang continued: "The darker moonlight is half a family, and the Beidou is dry and the Nandou is oblique. Tonight, I know that the spring is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green curtain."

"The fragrance shakes off the solitary beauty, occupies the charm to the small garden, the shadow is sparse and the water is shallow, and the dark fragrance floats in the dusk of the moon."

"I send my sorrow and the bright moon, with the wind until the night is long."

"Life is a lover, and this hatred is not about the wind and the moon."

"Hating the king is not like Jiang Louyue, north and south, east and west, north and south, east and west, only with each other and no separation."

"Hard work is the most pitiful to the sky and the moon, the past is like a ring, and the past is a jue."

……

The two of them went back and forth, but they were right about a lot of poems, Yunhuang felt that the wine was delicious, and drank a glass every time he read a sentence, compared with him with other people's poems, Murong Jin still did not fall behind, his eyes were faint, and he chanted: "I suspect Yaotai Mirror again, flying in the blue clouds."

When Yunhuang heard this, his eyes lit up, and he shouted: "You lost, you lost......"

"This sentence is written about the month, how did I lose?"

Yunhuang played Lai Pi: "I suspect the Yaotai mirror again, flying in the blue clouds, where is the word 'moon' in this sentence, if you lose, you lose."

"Do you always play like this after drinking?" , Murong Jin approached her, smiled lowly, and said, "Okay, if I lose, I will lose, but next time, don't be allowed to play tricks like this", he fell into words, and punished himself three cups.

Yunhuang smiled and said, "These are all written by poets in my world, do you know the thirty-six strategies?" ”

"Thirty-six plans?" , Murong Jin thought and shook his head, "I don't know, let's hear it, what are the thirty-six plans?" ”

"The so-called 36 tactics are the 36 combat methods summed up in my world according to military thought and the concept of struggle, many of which are also available here, and it seems that no one has summed them up yet", Yun Huang counted with his fingers: "The golden cicada sheds its shell, kills people with a knife, closes the door and chases the thief, bitter meat scheme, Li Dai Tao stiff, the sound strikes the west, watches the fire from the other side, fights the grass and startles the snake, fishes in troubled waters, serial schemes, draws wages from the bottom of the kettle, anti-guest-oriented, anti-intermittent schemes, and hides knives in the smile...... Stealing beams and changing pillars, creating something out of nothing, this is a thirty-six plan."

Yun Huang smiled: "Six, six, thirty-six, there is a technique in the number, and there is a number in the operation." Yin and Yang are in it. If you can't set the machine, you can't set it."

When Murong Jin heard this, his eyes were deep, he had the ability to never forget, Yun Huang read it again, he remembered it in his heart, smelled the words and observed the meaning, and understood what these meant, and couldn't help but admire: "Your world is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and the ability is unfathomable."

"Of course", Yun Huang smiled proudly, she raised her wine glass, "Come, Murong Jin, let's toast!" ”

The two glasses collided, Yunhuang drank it all, poured another glass of wine, and continued to talk to him about the things of that world, from the changes and turbulence of the dynasties, to the elegance of the literati and writers, and from the development of history to advanced science and technology, regardless of whether Murong Jin understood it or not, she said wherever she wanted, while talking, while drinking, Murong Jin persuaded her a few times, seeing that she insisted on drinking, thinking that this wine was made of peach blossoms, which was harmless to the body, and drank it to nourish her beauty and beauty, so she went with her.

The moonlight is quiet, clammy and silent.

The two of them raised their glasses to invite the bright moon and talked about the wind and admired the moon, but they had quite an artistic conception.

Although the wine is light, it can't stand Yunhuang's greed. She didn't know how many cups she had drunk, her cheeks were slightly red, her hands were propped up, and she looked at Murong Jin with drunken eyes, "I didn't expect you to lose too, I still have a lot of poems that I haven't read, the river is like a circle around Fangdian, the moonlight and the flowers and forests are like hail, the frost in the air does not fly, and the white sand on the court cannot be seen." Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky. Who first saw the moon on the riverside? When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year? Life has been infinite for generations, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year. I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending water...... At this time, we don't hear each other, and we are willing to shine on you month by month. Murong Jin, let's go to a place where there are mountains and rivers in the future, treat wine as a song, spend this life together, watch the flowers bloom together, the moon rises and sets, okay? ”

After she finished speaking, she looked at Murong Jin quietly, although her eyes were misty, her eyes were twelve points serious.

Is this her second confession after being drunk?

"Okay, I promise you", Murong Jin replied seriously, stretched out his hand to take her into his arms, the soft body into his arms, the faint fragrance of his daughter came to his nose, Murong Jin hugged her, held her tightly in his arms, and cherished her gently, as if he was a priceless treasure in his arms, a priceless treasure that only belonged to him.

This is indeed his treasure.

Murong Jin hugged her, only satisfaction was left in his chest, and the soft body in his arms drove away his loneliness and indifference for more than 20 years, filling his emptiness and loneliness for more than 20 years, he has always believed that the current Yunhuang and the previous Yunhuang are the same person, the difference is that the soul of the previous Yunhuang is lacking, and now she, with the soul from another world, is complete.

This perfect Yunhuang is where his true love lies.

He has been indifferent since he was a child, no matter who he keeps a certain distance, only when he sees Yunhuang, there is warmth in his indifferent eyes, from the moment he sees Yunhuang after returning, he knows that the person in front of him is what he wants.

Murong Jin stroked her inky hair and replied softly: "After everything is settled, we will go to the place where the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, facing the mountains and leaning against the sea, to watch the flowers bloom and see the moon rise and sunset."

"Is that true?" , Yunhuang poked his head out of his arms, looked at the person in front of him by the moonlight, and couldn't help but reach out and touch his face.

He is really good-looking, she has never seen a person as good-looking as him, such as a jade face, light eyebrows, clear eyes, a high nose...... The eyebrows, the eyes, moistened with the moonlight, extraordinarily gentle, radiant, as if her whole person was immersed in it.

Yunhuang looked at him, his heart jumped slightly, since he knew him, he could no longer pretend to be someone else in his eyes, the person in front of him was hers, and he could only belong to her, her hand was a little cold, along Murong Jin's eyebrows, touching his eyes, and then to the tip of his nose, and finally touching his lips, depicting the shape of his lips, bringing a slight throbbing, Yunhuang opened his mouth and asked again, "Do you count all the things you promised me?" (To be continued.) )