Han Chenxing said with jealousy: "Isn't this just in the middle of the game?" You'd love to hug her into the cave right away! ”

Han Donglang said bluntly: "The mood at that time was like this, I don't need to hide it from you." Shortly thereafter, with the help of Ling Huhuan, I finally got my wish and got the long-desired girl Miao Lingxiang, which suddenly made me have the feeling of sunrise in Yunkai, as if the whole world was full of bright sunshine, as if the whole world was smiling at me, as if all the flowers and trees, butterflies and white clouds and other things in the world were singing for me, dancing for me, singing and dancing. At this time, the Miao Lingxiang feels the same as me, as if the water is clear and the sky is basket, everything is so beautiful...... However, this Ling Huhuan son, he didn't directly help the good thing to the end, and he still had a hand. ”

Han Chenxing nervously asked, "What did you leave behind?" Does he also want to marry Miao Lingxiang? Has he become the mastermind of beating mandarin ducks? ”

Han Donglang shook his head and said, "That's not true." Ling Huhuan knows that I am a sensual person, sentimental, and especially cherishes feelings. He was afraid that I would indulge in the small world of personal feelings and no longer make contributions, so he told me in advance, telling me that I must first take the Jinshi examination before I can marry Miss Miao Lingxiang, otherwise, Miao Lingxiang can only stay in Ling Huhuan's house as a singing and dancing artist forever. This is both a supervision and an effective incentive for me. But in this way, the two of them have to endure the torment of lovesickness and waiting. When she was alone and had nothing to do, Miao Lingxiang would often take out the poems and letters I had written to her and read them quietly, over and over again. She loved the poems I wrote so much that she said it was hard to imagine that a man's heart could be so delicate and rich. For example, last time, when I went to see her, I wrote a poem "Youth" to her: "The eyes and hearts are still dying, and I secretly plan to make an appointment with Qin Lou." Time is negative and it is difficult for me to meet, and emotions are not free. The night must be fragrant to cover the knees, and when it is stuffy, it should make the head of the jade sass. Cherry blossoms and pear blossoms, and the intestines are broken and the youth is sad. ’”

Han Donglang suddenly stopped, stared at Leng Yue and Han Xing and asked, "You seem to be depressed, are you jealous?" ”

Leng Yue Hanxing was quite displeased: "You are too careful, this is just a story in the past tense, what is so jealous, although the mouth is like a river, let's finish talking!" ”

Han Donglang said heartily: "That's good, the story will continue for the time being, if you don't want to hear it, please wave your hand." After reading the poem I wrote, Miao Lingxiang just sighed: Donglang, Donglang, how can you say the same as what I think in my heart. Donglang, do you know, I want to think the same and keep you awake all night. Yes, every time I put down my book and stand alone by the window, my heart is always surging, and my thoughts of people are endless. One night, when my thoughts came to my mind again, I immediately wrote down a poem and sent it to Miao Lingxiang. ”

Han Chenxing said jealously: "This must be a sentimental and fleshy poem, I don't want to listen to it anymore, it sours me." ”

Han Donglang sneered and said, "You finally can't help but show your fox tail, my story is not told in vain, your true feelings are fully revealed." But for the last poem, you should swallow this cup of vinegar, which is good for appetizing and increasing appetite. The poem says: 'The rain falls in the night before a lamp, and the grass is green in March. Half cold and half warm is just right, and the flowers bloom Xie Acacia. The melancholy empty sect dreamed, and the chagrin became a wine glass. Who will do it if the red sleeves don't do it, rubbing Lianjuan's eyebrows. When Miao Lingxiang read this poem, she could imagine what I looked like when I wrote the poem, I must have been frowning, scratching my head and twisting my beard, and I couldn't help laughing, but I couldn't laugh anymore. Spending time with herself, Miao Lingxiang also deeply realized the pain of my lovesickness at this time, so she turned to write to comfort me. I cherish the kindness of Miao Lingxiang, and I also understand everything that Ling Huhuan has arranged. I tried my best to restrain myself, not to think too much, and to strive to gain fame as soon as possible. In the first year of the Dragon Age, I finally won the fourth place in Jinshike, and I lived up to Miao Lingxiang's infatuation and eagerness. Ling Huhuan didn't break her promise, and immediately dismissed Miao Lingxiang's status as a singing and dancing artist, and sent Miao Lingxiang to my house, and held a grand wedding for the two of us! Han Donglang said this, glanced at the cold moon and cold star, and then picked up the teacup and drank it all.

Han Donglang put down the teacup, caught a glimpse of her melancholy face, and hurriedly asked, "Look at you are depressed, are you jealous?" ”

Leng Yue Hanxing smiled and said, "Where? I'm glad that you two lovers are finally married, and I want to sing a song of joy! Please continue to tell the story, how did life go after getting married? Raise your eyebrows and respect each other? How many children are there? What did your wife do? Still out singing and dancing? ”

Han Donglang smiled bitterly: "After marrying me, of course you won't show up and sing, do you still need to ask?" However, the good times did not last long after marriage, and the war broke out again, and the late Tang Dynasty court fell into a more difficult situation. Whether or not I can enter the ruling class to display my ambitions and make a difference, I still have to seek a political outlet. Usually young scholars went to the shogunate to train and seek development. I'm no exception, and I have to go down this path. ”

Han Chenxing asked suspiciously, "What kind of career path?" I don't understand, can you tell me more about it? ”

Han Donglang stared at her and smiled, "You are more anxious than me." Soon, at the recommendation of Ling Huhuan, I went to the Shogunate in the river to seek a job. Miao Lingxiang didn't expect that I would be gone for three years. In the past three years, people have been in two places, and they have been in love with each other. Miao Lingxiang is alone at home to take care of the housework, and also to take care of the mother and children. The day passed in a flash, but in the long night, when the night was quiet, Miao Lingxiang stayed alone in the boudoir, and her longing for her husband could not be contained, especially the cold winter wax moon with long nights and short days, which was even more lonely and unbearable. A huge sadness and loneliness hit my heart, and Miao Lingxiang copied a "Palace Poem" and sent it to me in a letter. The poem says: 'The embroidered skirt is standing obliquely, and the maid moves the lamp to cover the courtyard door. The swallows do not return to the rain, and the spring breeze complains about the dusk. ’”

Han Chenxing said with jealousy: "After you received the letter, you were so excited that you immediately ran home and enjoyed the sweetness of Xiao Biesheng's newlywed!" ”

Han Donglang shook his head and said: "Since I said goodbye to Miao Lingxiang and left home to Hezhong Mansion, I have been thinking about her all the time, thinking about my mother and the child I have never met. I felt guilty, but I couldn't do anything about it. In the blink of an eye, it is another year of the Cold Food Festival, and when I think of the scenes in the past, I sigh and cry. When I read the letters and poems sent by Miao Lingxiang, I suddenly felt like crying. At this time, in addition to missing my wife, I am grateful. So, I immediately repaired a book, attached a poem "Send Far Away" that had just been made, and sent it to Miao Lingxiang. ”

Han Chenxing asked sourly, "Is it another love poem?" Why do you always write poems for her, I have never seen you write love poems for me. ”

Han Donglang said happily: "After you listen to it, you will judge what poem it belongs to?" The poem says: 'The eyebrows are like a half-moon and the clouds are like a mustache, and the sycamore falls at night and knocks on the well railing. The lonely lamp pavilion is cold, and the slight frost is miserable. I want to be a beauty at one end of the clouds, and it is difficult to close the mountain with a long dream. The empty room is sad and sad, and the copper kettle leaks all the gold luan. Miao Lingxiang was a good wife, and when she read this poem I sent back, she couldn't help but burst into tears. She knew I missed her all the time. However, looking for a job in another country, I can't help myself! On that day, Miao Lingxiang received another poem I sent her, namely "Song of the Lantern". The poem says: 'High in the restaurant Ming Jin curtain, far away with the fishing boat in the Yanjiang River. In ancient times, the grudges were all collarbones, and Hugh turned to the long door and the rain window. 'There is a saying: hard-working people, the sky does not pay! ”

Han Chenxing asked nervously: "Listen to your tone, your love touched God and the official of the court, and immediately returned to her." ”

Han Donglang smiled: "That's not so fast. It wasn't until four years later that I returned to Chang'an with the help of the resurrected Ling Huhuan and others. At the same time, under the planning of his mother, he married a homeless cousin Zhuo Yanping and had a son. Later, he was worshiped as the chief of Dali and won the trust of the emperor. The first thing I did when I returned to Chang'an was to bring my mother, wife and children to live with me. When I saw Miao Lingxiang again, my heart couldn't help but tremble. The wife, who was once as bright as the morning glow and as white as a beautiful jade, was already haggard after several years of hard work. The two of us looked at each other for a long time, tears of excitement flashed in our eyes, but we couldn't say a word, everything was silent! Soon I heard that you were still alive and that you had settled in this place. I found it, and the hard work paid off, and the lovers finally met again. ”

Leng Yue Hanxing said depressedly: "The lover should be you and Miao Lingxiang, I am just an old man, please forget about me, and respect Miao Lingxiang and Zhuo Yanping like a guest!" ”

Han Donglang heard her voice, full of melancholy, and said bitterly: "My love for you is unswerving, but I haven't been able to find you at the beginning, and your two brothers don't know where to go, your neighbors, all relatives and friends don't know your whereabouts, and after going around for more than a year, everyone thinks you're dead, so I empathize and don't fall in love, besides, my wife looks like you in all aspects, especially her facial features, seeing her is like seeing you." Otherwise, I will wait for you to appear until I marry you and have children. You know that I won't lie, please believe in my deep affection, follow me to Chang'an, whether you want to be my concubine or not, but I want to redeem you from Yihong Mansion, live under my nose, and give me a chance to protect you, how about it? ”

Leng Yue Hanxing said indifferently: "Not how? Miao Lingxiang is your good wife, you two love each other deeply, and you have a cousin concubine, I don't want to be the fourth person in your family, please go back! I'm tired and want to rest for a while. ”

Han Donglang looked at her cold expression, couldn't help but burst into tears, and quietly watched her tears. Leng Yue Han Xing was most afraid of a man's tears, so he hurriedly brought a towel to wipe his tears, Han Donglang hurriedly hugged her into his arms, and asked softly in his ear: "Han Chenxing, if you say that you don't love me face to face, I will never embarrass you, and I will not bother you again in this life tonight, okay?" ”

Leng Yue Hanxing gently pushed away his embrace, looked up at him and said, "You have a good wife, and you have a cousin concubine who loves you, why are you eating in the bowl and looking at the pot and thinking about the field?" ”