Chapter 5 The Object of Love

Wang Tuo walked out of the east gate in the morning, only to see the scenery outside the city as if it was plugged on the side. Along the way, it is common to see soldiers patrolling, and there is no bustle of picking up and dropping off guests as in peacetime. Looking at the tomb in the east, there are no people. Although there are still lush trees on Lishan Mountain, the splendid pavilions and pavilions are gone. The former carriage and horse avenue has become a jungle of thorns; There were no lodging shops on the road, and at night, I had to sleep in the open air at the foot of the broken wall. The prosperity of the Tang Dynasty in the past is gone.

Along the way, I ate and slept in the open, and arrived in Luoyang in less than a day.

Outside the city of Luoyang. Although the flowers are still in full bloom, there are no pedestrians on the four roads, so there is no dust raised. Wang Tuo suddenly saw a woman under the poplar tree bowing her head and resting her feet. Her hair was shaggy, her sideburns were unkempt, and her brow was furrowed, as if she were very sad.

Wang Tuo stepped forward to inquire about the way, and it happened that the woman looked up at this time.

Wang Tuo suddenly struck like a lightning strike at a glance, and opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't speak

The woman was also dumbfounded when she saw Wang Tuo, and her face was in disbelief

This woman still has snow skin and looks like yesterday, it is Li Huan who he has been thinking about day and night for several years!

The two stood for a long time, let out a soft "ah" and hugged each other.

The soft fragrance and warm jade are embraced in his arms, the swallow is light, the warbler is delicate, Wang Tuohun doesn't know if he is in reality or in a dream?

The two hugged for a long time before parting, and remembering the previous relationship was like a world away. The two smiled at each other. At this time, the joy in my heart, the bitterness of lovesickness over the past few years turned into smoke.

That night, in a small inn in Luoyang. Li Huan told Wang Tuo about the tragic experience after the separation, he was bought back to Chang'an by the eunuch and sent to a nobleman's house as a maid, but Huang Chao was killed in Chang'an, and some of the sisters around him were taken captive, and those who did not obey were killed, and they were also taken captive as other people's wives... A while ago, the officers and soldiers went to Chang'an to fight with the Huangchao army, and they took advantage of the chaos to get out. I heard that although there are swords and soldiers in the north, the south of the Yangtze River is very peaceful, and there is no war in the suburbs. The commander over there suppressed the thieves like a god, and loved the people like children, so he was ready to find a way to return to Jiangnan.

Seeing that Li Huan was mentally exhausted at this time, it was obvious that she was a Jiangnan woman but she also had a Qindi accent at this time, and she didn't know how much she had suffered in the past few years, Wang Tuo couldn't help but shed men's tears.

Li Huan: Heaven has eyes, let me see Wang Lang again, but Huan'er is no longer innocent...

Speaking of this, Li Huan was in pain and hid his face and cried bitterly

Wang Tuo hurriedly hugged Li Huan: Huan'er, what's wrong with you? It's just a matter of making people

Wang Tuo saw that Li Huan was still crying pear blossoms with rain, got up and took out two red candles and lit them, and the narrow hostel was suddenly full of joy.

Li Huan couldn't help but raise his head

Wang Tuo: I bought it when I first lived in the store. Huan'er, I have never forgotten the promise of the year, tonight is the night of candles in your cave room, and now I will write poems for you.

Li Huan looked surprised.

Wang Tuo spread out his pen and ink, waved his poems, and wrote an immortal masterpiece of ancient Chinese narrative poetry and a masterpiece of realism - "Qin Women's Yin"!

Qin woman groaned

In the spring of March, the flowers outside Luoyang City are like snow.

The east, west, north and south passers-by are desperate, and the green poplars are quietly fragrant.

On the side of the road, I suddenly saw people like flowers, resting alone in the shade of green poplars.

The phoenix side is slanted with sideburns, and the red eyebrows are folded.

Where did the girl come from? Swallow your voice first.

Turning back to thank the pedestrians, how can I say that the funeral drift is gone!

After three years of being trapped in Qin, he vaguely remembered the affairs of Qinzhong.

Jun can untie the golden saddle for the concubine, and the concubine also stops the jade toe with the king.

On the fifth day of the month of Gengzi the year before last, the golden cage was closed to teach parrots.

Diagonally open the mirror and lazily comb his hair, and he was silent with the carved railing.

Suddenly, I saw the red dust outside the door, and I saw a golden drum beating in the street.

The dwellers walked out of the half-panic, and the return of the courtiers was still suspicious.

At that time, the western officials and troops entered, and planned to go to Tongguan as an emergency.

It is said that Boye is self-contained, and the thief army has not yet arrived.

The master father rushed to the scene, and got off the horse and got drunk.

When the purple cover went to cover the dust, I saw the white flag coming to the ground.

Fu Yu and the young compete to call, and they don't know how to go up the edge of the house.

The south neighbor walks into the north neighbor Tibet, and the east neighbor goes to the west neighbor to avoid.

The women in the north are salty, and the outdoors is like a beast.

Boom Kunkun Qiankun moved, and the thunder of ten thousand horses surged from the ground.

The fire burst into Venus for nine days, and the twelve official streets were full of smoke.

The sun is cold and white, and God is speechless and empty.

The clouds are like a siege, and the eunuchs are like blood.

The purple qi moved with the emperor's seat, and the demon light darkened the star of the platform.

Every family is bleeding like a spring, and grievances are stirring everywhere.

Maiko singers donate all their secrets, and babies and girls are abandoned.

There is a new painting of female eyebrows in the east, and the country and the city do not know the price.

Changge hugged the car, looking back at the boudoir with tears in his eyes.

Spin the gold thread to learn to sew the flag, and then go to the carving saddle to teach the horse.

Sometimes I see my lover right away, and I don't dare to look back and cry;

There are Jurchen fairies in the west, and an inch of transverse waves cut autumn water.

Makeup is only in the mirror in the spring, young and don't know what to do outside the door.

Kazuo jumped up the golden steps, slanting half of his shoulders and wanting to be ashamed.

The clothes refused to go out of the Zhu Gate, and the red pink balsam knife died.

There is a woman in the south who does not remember her surname, and yesterday the good media hired her.

The glass steps are not heard, and the jade curtains are empty.

Suddenly saw the sound of the blade in the court, and his body was fragmented.

Raising his face to the sky and crying, the female brothers and sisters entered the well together;

The young women in the north urged each other, and the clouds were swirling and wiping their eyebrows.

I have heard that I have broken the high door, and I don't feel that I am climbing to the heavy house.

Suddenly the fire came from all sides, and he wanted to go down the ladder and destroy it.

The smoke shouted for help, and the corpses hanging on the beams were already ashes.

The concubine was fortunate to have a full knife saw, and she didn't dare to hesitate to look back for a long time.

The comb of the cicada sideburns marched after the army, and forcibly showed the moth eyebrows and went out.

The old Li is not allowed to return, and the six people are nowhere to be found.

After three years of being trapped as a thief, he was frightened and frightened all day long.

Lying around a thousand swords and halberds at night, the morning meal is full of human liver.

Is it a joy for the mandarin to indulge? Although there are many treasures, they are not loved.

The unkempt face and eyebrows are still red, and the transverse waves cannot be seen after a few turns.

The clothes are reversed, the language is different, and the face is boastful and carved.

Most of Baitai are fox spirits, and all the Langs in Lan Province are charming.

He also wears a hairpin with short hair, and does not take off his clothes and embroidered quilts.

Turn over the elephant wat for the three males, and pour the goldfish for the two histories.

The court heard the music into the court, and the twilight saw the noise to the wine market.

Once the five drummers were startled, and the roar was like whispering.

Come at night to explore the horses into the imperial city, and yesterday the official army collected red water.

Chishui goes to the city for a hundred miles, and the morning should come at dusk.

The murderer immediately swallowed secretly, and the female companion was secretly happy.

Everyone said that the grievances were dissolved at this time, and it would be said that the demon would die today.

The patrol horses were in a hurry, and the officers and troops all entered.

Big Peng and Xiao Peng were worried, and Erlang Shilang hugged the saddle and cried.

There has been no news for a few days, and it must be said that the army has been ranked.

The banner dropped the sword but returned, and the officers and soldiers were defeated.

On all sides from Zdoe bundles, a bucket of gold and a bucket of millet.

Shang let the kitchen eat wood veneer, and the yellow nest machine picks human flesh.

There is no grain road in the southeast, and the ravines are gradually flattening and there are fewer people.

The six armies leaned on zombies outside the gate, and the seven battalions were filled with starvation.

What is the loneliness of Chang'an? Abandoned market deserted street Mai Miao show.

Pick the apricot orchard flowers, repair the village and punish the remnants of the ditch willows.

Huaxuan's embroidered hubs are all dissolved, and there is no half of the Jiadi Zhumen.

The fox and rabbit line on the Hanyuan Palace, the calyx building is full of thorns.

The prosperity of the past is buried, and there is no reason for the desolation.

The inner library is burned into splendid ash, and the heavenly street is full of public bones!

When I came, I went out of the east of the city, and the wind and smoke outside the city were like a plug.

When I saw the rangers on the side of the road, there was no welcome and send-off at the bottom of the slope.

The east of Baling is overpopulated, and the tree locks the mountain and the golden green is extinguished.

The avenue is a thorny forest, and pedestrians stay on the wall at night.

From the dawn of the Ming Dynasty to Sanfeng Road, there was no one in a million households.

The dilapidated countryside but artemisia, and the destroyed bamboo trees have no owner.

Asked Jin Tianshen on the side of the road, Jin Tian was speechless and worried.

There are remnants of the ancient cypress in front of the temple, and the golden furnace on the hall produces dark dust.

One fell into China from the madness, and the world was dark and dark.

The divine water curse in front of the case is not successful, and the yin soldiers on the wall cannot be driven away.

In his spare days, he will not help God in times of crisis.

I am ashamed to be a god, and I have taken refuge in the mountains.

The Huanzhong flute pipe has never been heard, and the sacrifice at the feast is nowhere to be found.

Teach the nightmare ghosts in the countryside and punish the living souls for the day and night.

The concubine was even more worried when she heard this, and the disaster sent by heaven was not free.

God is still taking refuge in the mountains, so why should he blame the princes of the east!

The year before last, Yang Zhenguan came out again, and he raised his head to see Jingshan in the clouds

For example, from the underworld to the world, the world is idle.

The commander of Shaanzhou is loyal and loyal, and he only defends the city without moving.

Coach Pujin can fight soldiers, and there is no sound of dogs for thousands of miles.

No one asks about the treasure goods in the morning, and the golden hairpin is the only one who inserts it at dusk.

The Ming Dynasty passed through the new Andong again, and the road begged for a man.

The pale face is moss-colored, hidden in the canopy.

Q: Where is Weng Ben's hometown? Sleeping in the cold and frost?

The old man wanted to resign for the time being, but he sat down and looked up to the sky and cried.

The township garden runs through Donggi County, and the mulberry is close to Dian.

200 acres of fertile land are planted annually, and the annual household tax is 30 million.

The sister-in-law is used to weaving brown silk robes, and the middle woman can cook red rice.

Thousands of warehouses and thousands of silk boxes, half of which are still left after the yellow nest.

Since the Luoxiatun Division Brigade, the patrol has entered the village dock day and night.

The autumn water pulls out the green snake in the box, and the wind blows the white tiger on the flag.

If the entrance is a whirlwind, the room is like a comeback.

The family wealth is gone, and today the old man is suffering.

There are thousands of families in the mountains.

Look for the canopy on the hungry mountain, and sleep in the frost at night!

When the concubine heard this old sad words, she burst into tears like rain.

When you go out, you only see the chaos of the owls, where do you want to go east?

still heard that the Bianlu boat was desperate, and Pengmen killed each other.

The wild color is in vain to destroy the soul of the warrior, and the river is half the blood of the wronged.

It is appropriate to hear that there are guests in Jinling, and it is said that the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is different.

Since Da Kou invaded the Central Plains, Rong Ma has never given birth to four contempts.

Punishment and theft are like miracles, and love living beings is like a child.

The city trench is solid and the golden soup of the religion is protected, and the taxes are sent to the military base like a cloud.

However, the four seas are surging, and the situation is as peaceful as a rock.

The refuge is a subordinate, but Huai'an envies the ghosts of Jiangnan.

May the king lift the east and restore the east, and sing this long song to the public.

After the poem was written, before the ink dried, Wang Tuo picked it up and handed it to Li Huan: Huan'er, I have never forgotten my promise to you, this is the object of love between you and me!

Li Huan took the poem and couldn't help but burst into tears...

Wang Tuo hugged Li Huan into his arms: Lady, I hope that from now on, the white head will not be separated

Li Huan leaned on Wang Tuo's shoulder and muttered: "Husband, I hope that from now on, the white head will not be separated."

Early the next morning, the two left Luoyang to prepare to return to Jiangnan, but they encountered a chaotic army outside Luoyang City, and the two were separated again in the chaos...