The Wei army was heavily guarded, and the long queue separated the people.

Lord Wei rode a horse and slowly walked out of the city, and the other party's car was not far away, right in front of him.

Just glanced at it, and then, as if nothing had happened, the horse was about to leave.

Yang Hao was also angry, it was clear that he was losing Wang Chuan's face, and Lord Wei's move was really too much.

Anyway, they are relatives, so why should they be like this?

An adult is also angry with others.

"Uncle Huang. ”

Hearing this voice, Lord Wei turned around and watched a young woman get out of the carriage, only to bulge in her belly.

Lord Wei frowned again inexplicably.

Xu Wei pressed her hand behind her again, and a group of people saluted Lord Wei, and she was about to do the same.

"Forget it, let them get up too. Seeing this, Lord Wei hurriedly stopped.

"Thank you, uncle. Xu Wei said gratefully.

"You don't have to call me that, Wang Chuan? Lord Wei looked at the carriage and asked sneeringly. "And you're pregnant, how can you run around. ”

Even passers-by thought it was too much, and it was simply unpresentable.

Is this still the people of the world worshipping His Royal Highness Wang Chuan?

"I thought it was a saint who came out of the mountain, and last night I dreamed that the sun came out. Lord Wei sneered again and looked up at the sky.

"Uncle, I'm sorry. ”

At last, another figure came out of the carriage, like bricks falling on the surface of a lake in front of many people.

At that moment, the countless forces hidden and the people who were staring at this side were all unable to make waves.

Those who have been waiting for a long time don't know if they have waited for anything.

Wang Chuan came out like this, and he was still the person they were familiar with, but what was different.

The young man in front of him had a pale face, a thin body, and his face was also thin and sunken.

And so it appeared.

"Uncle, I've come to make amends to you, I disappointed you before. Wang Chuan finally said these words, suddenly covered his mouth and coughed violently.

Seeing this, Xu Wei hurriedly stroked his back gently, and her heart ached.

Lord Wei's brows furrowed even deeper, and he glanced at the many people, he dismounted and stepped forward to ask. "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay if you're sick. Wang Chuan said. "It will be fine in a few days. ”

Sick, huh?

"You used to be the best at pretending to be sick, I still remember, Guolai Changjun. Lord Wei smiled.

He stared at Wang Chuan seriously, and the other party didn't seem to fluctuate when he heard what had happened before.

This is Wang Chuan, he doesn't like to mention things in the past.

Now when I hear others mention it, it seems that it has nothing to do with him.

"Uncle said with a smile, we may have had some misunderstandings before, and today we came here to make amends, so don't worry about anything between us. Wang Chuan said to him seriously. "In the past few days of recuperation, I often think of my uncle, you have taken good care of me. When my father was not around, you were always with me, and I always remember it. ”

"Xiao Chuan, let's not talk about the previous things. Lord Wei patted him on the shoulder. "How are you and Xiaoliu doing?

"Cousin, he?" Wang Chuan sighed as if he had something unspeakable. "There may be some misunderstanding between us, it's okay, for my uncle's sake, I hope he can let his guard down on me. We all respect you!"

"When I was a child, my grandmother used to tell me a story when I first came to Wei. She said that in the past, a group of children went to school together, but one of their friends was sick, so several people secretly escaped from Los Angeles and ran to see him. Wang Chuan coughed a few more times and continued. "After all, it's only a child of four or five years old, six people, going out together, and encountering a lot of things along the way, along the way, one person gave up, for various reasons. But in the end, someone walked there, although in the end he was found by the adults, and with the help of the adults, he went to meet his companion, saw him off, and gave him his last journey.

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Xu Wei also carefully found that Lord Wei's expression changed several times when he listened to this story.

Until Wang Chuan finished speaking, he hid it very well, as if nothing had happened.

Wang Chuan finally said. "That was when I first came to Wei, and my grandmother told me to get along with them. She has always loved me, especially among so many children, and I only later realized that she was afraid that I would be homesick. She was afraid that I didn't have any relatives here, and no one would be nice to me, and he wanted me to have fun with them and live a good life every day. And for a group of us, uncle, you are very dignified and never smiling. But after all, you are my relative. ”

That's actually your story, so I'm close to asking.

The kind old man used his son's story to teach his grandson.

But for her, it is with the same sustenance.

Lord Wei's heart was sour, remembering that he had loved his mother since he was a child.

But it's all the imperial sister, she has shouldered a lot of things since she was a child, until she put herself on the throne, she left and never came back.

But in the heart of his late mother, he may also hope that this grandson can grow up like himself.

owed her daughter back then, and she always felt guilty about it.

As for the other princes of Wei, they still have their parents.

Which kind old man was still guilty before leaving, for fear that he would not be able to take care of Wang Chuan in the future, no one would be able to do this.

At the beginning, the imperial sister brought Wang Chuan here, and the old man accepted the child, but in the end, he still felt disappointed, and he was afraid of what would happen to Wang Chuan in the future.

"Wang Chuan, you ...... Write poetry. Lord Wei sighed. "You used to be ordinary, but one day you suddenly became enlightened, and writing poetry is like a god's help. In fact, I also like your poems, I will read them carefully every time, and I will also read them in front of the queen mother's mausoleum. ”

"However, it's been a long time since I've seen your new poems. ”

Lord Wei remembered the young man who was crying in the palace and shouting about Grandmother Huang, and couldn't help but be gloomy.

Now that I'm older, I have a wife, and my children are about to be born.

But is he still the same person he was back then?

"Uncle Huang, forgive me, I don't write poetry anymore. Wang Chuan bowed slightly and said seriously.

"Why, I can't do it or I don't want to do it. Lord Wei sneered, and his face became unpleasant. "In front of me, you are still like this. ”

"It can't be done. Wang Chuan said guiltily.

Xu Wei on the side also grabbed his arm and stopped talking.

"Someone, pen and ink!" shouted Lord Wei. "If you don't do it today, you have to do it! Didn't you become famous all over the world by composing poems in front of me back then, and this last poem should have ended in front of me, wouldn't you?

"Wang Chuan, Wang Chuan, where are the people who sarcastically ridiculed me back then, or do you say that I am no longer qualified. Yes, everyone in the world will worship you as the emperor, and they have been waiting for you. ”

Under the orders of Lord Wei, the chamberlain also set up the table and prepared pen and ink.

Wang Chuan stood there, not saying a word.

He looked hesitant.

Lord Wei was looking at him, motionless.

After a long time, he finally waved his sleeves and turned to leave.

"Uncle Huang!" Wang Chuan sighed, and finally called out to him.

Lord Wei stopped and turned to look at him.

Wang Chuan coughed a few times, his expression was even more painful, and he stepped forward and grabbed his arm, very moved. "I used to blame me for being too young and ignorant, and I often annoyed the imperial uncle, and today I want to use this to make amends to the imperial uncle. Poetry is trifle. ”

"The world is going to be in turmoil, and many people are displaced and miserable. I'm afraid that I will not be able to support it alone, and it will be difficult to save the sky. No matter what happens in the future, Uncle Huang, you have to take care of your body, as soon as you say goodbye to this trip, you don't know when you will see you again, cherish!"

Wang Chuan gave a serious instruction, so he came to the desk, looked at the famous city in front of him, and thought of the previous war and looting, so he was injured.

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After so long, the poem finally came out.

Talents and talents that have been hidden for a long time have been rediscovered.

Xu Wei watched from the side, and was a little touched for a while, looking at the figure.

Lord Wei walked over, looked at the poem, and then froze.

I couldn't help but read it again.

"Wang Chuan, Wang Chuan, you are really impressive, every time your new poem comes out, it is always like this. Lord Wei sighed with emotion and carefully put away the poem.

A group of people outside craned their necks to look, but they couldn't see it.

"In the past, you had a beautiful style and a long love for your children, but now you still know how to worry about the country and the people. Lord Wei sighed again.

Turned around and left.

"Uncle Huang has won the prize. Wang Chuan saluted earnestly and sent him off.

"Well, forget it. Lord Wei was about to leave, thought about it, and finally said to him. "Wang Chuan, I forgive you. ”

That's it, and I went back first with the people of Wei.

"Bring me my harp. Wang Chuan said to her.

"Uh...... Good. Xu Wei hurriedly found him.

Gently stroking the qin, there is a desolate and sad music coming out.

"Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain. ”

"The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered. A pot of turbid wine is full of joy, don't dream cold tonight. ”

"Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. Ask you when you will go, and don't linger when you come. ”

"The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered. Life is rare for reunions, but there are many separations. ”

......

The carriage stopped by the river and rested for a while.

Zhongbo walked over and smiled familiarly.

Yang Hao was personally feeding the horses grass, and he couldn't help but smile when he saw this. "You also want to ask Your Highness about that poem?"

There were many sharp-eyed people present, so Wang Chuan's new poems in front of Lord Wei quickly spread out.

Uncle Zhong also copied a copy by hand here, and most of them were unaware of their level.

So I need someone else to explain it.

This is also the reason why the teahouse storytelling place is so lively, especially when talking about Wang Chuan's works, it is also so spread.

And among their gang, it is usually Yang Hao who explains to everyone.

Yang Hao sat down, looked at the group of eager people in front of him, and could feel the courage of Wang Chuan who could be treated like this.

Especially like Zhongbo, he still grew up watching from a young age, but he is most enthusiastic about everything about Wang Chuan, and he wants to know and know the most.

"Sparse shadows and dark incense, this word is extremely expressive, who else can complete such a masterpiece except His Royal Highness! Who else in the world can make such a work!" Yang Hao read it again, and admired it more and more.

The others also had excited expressions on their faces when they heard this.

As soon as this word came out, who in the world still doubted Wang Chuan.

"This poem was made under the city of Huaicheng, and you have seen all this. Yang Hao said. "I must first talk about this Huaicheng, one of the famous cities in the world, but it was invaded by barbarians, but fortunately, the lord of Wei drove the expedition and kept the city, but it was no longer prosperous. ”

"Under the city gate, His Royal Highness Wang Chuan and Lord Wei met, and Lord Wei ordered him to compose poems, so His Royal Highness felt that he made such a work. ”

"Huaizuo Mingdu, Zhuxi is the best place, and the saddle is less stationed at the beginning. Ten miles of spring breeze. The wheat is green. Since Huma peeped into the river, the waste pond arbors, still tired of talking soldiers. ”

"It's getting dusk, and the clear horn is blowing cold. It's all in the empty city. Du Lang is handsome, and now it is so heavy that it must be shocked. Longitudinal cardamom word work, Qinglou dreams are good, and it is difficult to be affectionate. The twenty-four bridges are still there, the waves are swinging, and the cold moon is silent. Reading the red medicine by the bridge, I know who I was born for every year. ”

After reading it, Yang Hao wiped the corners of his eyes, and he didn't know why he was a little emotionally moved.

The first few sentences of this word exhaust the prosperity of Huaizhou in the past, as well as his yearning for the rumored famous city. ”

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