The long day is scorching, the thick shade of the rose stand is cool, the pink goose yellow flowers are dotted with green leaves, and the wind is intoxicating. Min Xing leaned on the beauty couch to read, and the nurse Song Mama came over twice to advise, "I read carefully and my eyes hurt." Min Xing pushed her away, "Grandma, I know, I'm going to take a nap after just a while." ”

Lingbi sat next to her with a bowl of grapes, "Good sister, if you beg me, I'll give you one." ”

Min Xing, who was reading a book, smiled when he heard this, "Good sister, can you give me one?" ”

"Well, I'll give you two, I'm so kind." Lingbi was triumphant.

Min Xing pinched a grape and put it in his mouth, covered his mouth and frowned, "It's so sour, I forgot that you love sour." ”

Lingbi smiled, "You can't enjoy this fun, you wasted one of my beloved grapes in vain." You go in a little bit, and let me lie down too. ”

"Why didn't you go out today?"

"Xiao Hangzhi was caught by his father today and went to Xie Mansion to participate in the wine party, and no one played with me."

"You've been able to play since you were young, and that's good."

"Hey, life is as lonely as snow, and it's not easy to find a partner who smells the same. Thinking about it without Xiao Hangzhi, tsk, I don't know how to spend my days. ”

"But you will always have your own family, it is better to get together and save the scourge of others."

"Don't. Being able to play together may not necessarily be able to live together, we have seriously discussed it and agreed that we are not suitable for marriage. I can't think of him pressing me into bed, tsk, embarrassed. After speaking, he smiled meaninglessly.

Min Xing got up and threw down the book and scolded her, "The more you talk, the more presumptuous you become, let Niangniang hear that I will discipline you again." ”

Lingbi smiled, "Niangniang asked me a few days ago if I liked Xiao Hangzhi, and wanted to settle the family matter for us, but I decisively rejected her." The words changed, "Hey, Minxing, what kind of brother-in-law do you want to find me?" ”

Min Xing was stunned for a moment, reacted, put down the book with a chuckle, and there was a vague shadow in his heart, it was the Huaizhen prince who turned around, handsome and good-looking, the man was as delicate as him, and Huaizhen was awe-inspiring, but it didn't make people think that he was feminine. I used to think that the men of the Northern Dynasty were reckless, full of beards, burly and majestic, but I didn't expect Huaizhen to be such a person, which surprised her.

"I think your father is very good, he writes poems well, he is well-read, he is familiar with piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, he can fight on a horse and govern the country when he gets off a horse, and he is funny, he is really a rare man in the world. In fact, as long as the two know each other, it doesn't matter if it will be those. Min Xing said.

"Tut-tut, what you actually like is my father's hanging, a person like him, I haven't seen him have a heart for a woman for many years, but one thing you said is right, he is indeed rare in the world, sometimes I think my father's concubines are lucky."

"What kind of husband do you want to find in the future, Lingbi?" Min Xing asked.

"Well, I want to marry a big hero who stands up to the sky, he wants to be brave and majestic, and he also wants to be tender like water, of course, he can only hurt me a little cute."

Min Xing laughed, "It's still so childish." ”

The two whispered softly, unconsciously becoming sleepy, and fell asleep in a hazy way.

Occasionally, a cicada chirps broke the dull silence, the scorching sun was in the sky, the green bamboo leaves on the poles and poles on the wall were also rolled, and a few maids sat under the moon hole to do needlework, whispering a few words from time to time, and the cool breeze gusted, blowing their pale green clothes flying gently.

The two of them had fallen asleep.

The fifteen years of Taiqing are so long and quiet.

Min Xing only felt fluttering, and when he turned his mind, he came to a rich place, and he staggered during the banquet, looked at his face carefully, and only felt familiar, but he didn't know any of them, and wanted to say hello, but found that no one paid attention to her. In confusion, the silver zither dingdong, the silk and bamboo orchestra heard the sound and rose, only listening to the singer singing, it was Xie Chunfeng's song:

"The troubled times are rising, and the mountains and rivers are swallowed. The heart has extinguished Hu Zhi, and the blood is sprinkled with dust. You are raising a sword to cut Kunlun, Le Ma Yanran led the three armies, but you don't want to pay Mingyue with a crippled body, and it is difficult to repay the king's kindness. There is no luck with fate, and the secretary of history is heroic. “

Min Xing said secretly, "This must be the general of the previous dynasty who is so sad." ”

I looked down and saw a bamboo book on the table, Xiaokai was beautiful, and the first page was just what Fang Cai sang. After a brief flip, a total of twelve tunes, just looking at the second page, the singer sang slowly:

【Intoxicated with the east wind】The geese cross the river and the wind rises, and the reeds are cold in the cool evening, and the river scenery is good. The boat is divided into water, the oars are broken by the heart of the river, and Dingzhou is still timid after 20 years. At the end of the road, he came to the north, and the surviving people finally lost the Han Family Festival.

I was also a branch of the Southern Dynasty, and I learned that person, Shi Yunzi said, but I didn't want to be involuntarily, from Wu to Yue.

There were soldiers on this riverside, how could he be timid before the 10,000-strong formation, who dared to commit three feet of ruthless iron. The deceased died for a few years, and I thought that he was iron-clad, but because of my death, I couldn't help but feel sad. What do you say that the king wants to dominate the industry, uphold the righteousness and eliminate the evil, and swear to extinguish the gunpowder and swear to walk all over the three mountains and five mountains, but I don't know that after a hundred years, the changes in the country will be annihilated. Thinking about ancient and modern Xunye, where are the Shun five people and Han Sanjie?

The two dynasties are separated by several years, and they do not pay those who can see, but they are old early. The sad man was drunk all night.

【Qingjiang Introduction】Dajiangdong went to Lang Qiandie, where was Lu Lang back then? Unconsciously ashes disappear, only to make people secretly sad. The windward canopy is desperate for a while, and the river water of the fierce soldiers is still hot, so as to teach me to be miserable. This is not a river, but it is the inexhaustible blood of heroes in those 20 years.

I have also sacrificed my life to fight on the battlefield, and I have also contributed to the battle before and after, and I have also wanted to recover the four hundred states of the Central Plains, and I have also hung the seal of the general Jun En, and I am willing to protect his country for a thousand years, the emperor is immortal, and the history of the Qing Dynasty will be left behind.

I'm guarding this side with the wind and frost, and the stars are moving for a few more autumns. Duan has never committed any crimes, but now he has no place to stand, and he has become a grievance.

In the past, he wanted to kill me and stretched out his head, who has not died since ancient times, and let the green mountains be harvested horizontally and vertically, and now he is hesitating when he is dying, thinking that he will not be rewarded, and he is going to die.

Things under the moon are on my heart again, and the autumn wind can't blow away and I am full of sorrow, and I still hope that she will sacrifice wine with me. It can be seen that the world is impermanent. From now on, it will be difficult to have a fight and enjoy wine, and it will be difficult to solve the worries of the hall. Accompanied by the wind and rain, the flowers are full of sorrow, thinking about the world, and sighing for the rest of his life.

[Blue Window Dream] The man is as dead as iron, and from then on, yin and yang are incompatible. Lang Ah Lang, painting Liang Yanfen, falling out of the fragrant dust, the person next to the pillow is new tears and old tears, the width of the clothes is three inches, and the rest of his life is afraid of dusk.

【Taiping Order】

The Nine Classics and Three Historical Books are pressed against a thousand national mountain and river reforms. Wealth and glory, grass and dust. Lu is a high official, it was originally a scourge, the golden palace jade rank, with success or failure, is only willing to jump out of the 100,000 zhang turmoil of right and wrong.

You are buried in the yellow spring, and I am still running in this red dust. Thinking about the world, how many can be in Chang'an, and how many can live a long life? It's a pity that you have talent in your belly and a clear breath in your chest, and you have done a show. When Nan Ke woke up from a dream, he couldn't help but feel heartbroken. Raising his eyes, he saw the streamer shooting into the night like day, which aroused this hatred.

The cold and lonely moon fell to the head of the city, and the jackdaws descended to Tingzhou in chaos. The Si people have gone, and the sword is hung outside the city of Jinling, and the countless green mountains are also white-headed, and the jade people are in tears. The west wind is still blowing, and the long night will be closed.

What is said to be famous, and now the world is fully understood, and the old man in the mountain village is better than the marquis of ten thousand households. When you come to Shenzhou in the coming year, you will be high-minded, and then you will be like-minded, don't be reborn in Zhongding and the prince.

I thought it was the golden wind and jade dew, and when we met, we were better than countless people in the world, and in that temple, we would complain to each other. What alliance, what oath, if it violates heaven and earth, it will be punished.

She also worshipped, saying that she was willing to hold her heart and live up to her first love.

In the end, Nanke has a dream, and there are three ways to the river. The sad man stopped walking one step at a time, gradually walked away from the grave, and looked back frequently, only to see the clouds on the horizon rolling up by themselves. Looking back, the sky is twilight, and the people are also twilight.

If you marry that anointed beam and a small household with a canopy window, you can still have peace and joy, and your heart will not be sparse. Looking forward to the next life, and then take care of the moon.

You are the grandson of the emperor who is lightly furrowed,

But they also want fresh clothes and angry horses to return to dust.

Look at the decaying grass covering the mounds,

How many people in the spring boudoir dream are buried.

Right and wrong, right and wrong.

Deserted, year after year.

After all, the cold moon shines on the palace, and the soul is waiting for the soul to return.

Don't be obsessed, the beauty has been made of soil, and the desert is slanting.

[Lingbo Qu] I was originally a scholar of that generation, and I should have stood on the court with a jade wat. In the past 20 years, the national hatred has not snowed, the family feud is unforgettable, and a heart has asked God. It is a man who should save the survival of the sword and the frost and snow, fight for the battlefield with blood, hate the old days of the snow, expand the land and reopen the territory, support the emperor's prosperity, protect the mountains and rivers, and stabilize the earth forever.

[Plug in autumn] goodbye, I'm afraid it's the Yao Palace and the Moon Palace, and the personnel has changed several times. She is still peachy in the sky, and I am still old in the world. Even if all the flowers are sunny, my heart is long, floating among the clouds and water. There are many mistakes in life, and I dare not ask for mercy from heaven.

I hope that people will sleep together under the Nine Springs.

【Mourning Jiangnan】The west wind and sunset of willows in the season have passed, and now it has passed the pear blossom twilight rain and cold food. It is clear that the wind and rain urge people to leave their homeland, and sigh one step at a time. Thousands of miles of Shenzhou, suddenly from the north wind and smoke, Guanhe City, horses everywhere into the flat. 100,000 iron clothes will lift the long front again, cut thorns and flat clouds and moons for 8,000 miles, you see the grass on the plain, how many years of accumulation of white bones, and how many generous masculinity. No one will let me go upstairs, only the wind will sprinkle wine and sacrifice the heroic soul.

Suddenly hearing a boom, I was startled, I woke up when I opened my eyes, my eyes were full of greenery, my heart was lost, I had forgotten most of the things in my dream, I only felt a sadness in my heart, and I didn't know where I was. Lingbi slept soundly on her side, she covered her with a thin quilt, and gently got up to call the beads on the threshold that were peeling lotus seeds to wash her face.

Lingbi's maid Cai Yin Cai Wei was leaning on the railing to take a nap, and seeing that the county lord had woken up, Cai Wei whispered, "There is no dinner today, and the evening banquet will take several hours. ”

"I've been lazy to eat lately, so I'll prepare some almond tea for Lingbi in the well, and I'll drink some strong tea."

After washing his hands and washing his face, the fragrance of roses hit his face, and he was slightly sober. ——————————

Note: The title and song of the song are either taken off or selected from the Yuan song, and are not written in strict accordance with the metrical tune.

I was fortunate enough to know a young lady who helped me straighten two axes, and I didn't dare to use them without permission, so I posted them below for reward. Her literary and historical knowledge is much deeper than mine, and I love to talk to her.

In troubled times, the rivers and mountains are broken, and the pillars of heaven cannot be endured.

With the same enemy with the son, I am in wartime.

The eight-hundred-mile long march threw the blood of the soldiers,

A thousand-day fierce battle remains unchanged and is the ambition to destroy the Kou.

Your way is to recommend Xuanyuan with a sword, and you want to follow the molten arrow Yang Zaixing;

But unexpectedly, the horse leather shroud was returned, and it was difficult to repay it, but the king's kindness was heavy.

The long-term hatred has not been purified, and a generation of chivalrous bones shines on the sweat.

The eternal storms were swept away, and millions of male soldiers were wiped out.

The windward wall has been broken, and the river water of the fierce soldiers is still hot, so as to teach me to be miserable.

The sick horse is hoarse, the west wind is remnant, and the clear horn blows through the cold of the building and the boat.

What's more, the sea of corpses is looking for him thousands of times, and the blood armor and halberd are not seen.

Qingshan can also know that it is fortunate that the thick soil is accompanied by the martyrs' loyal bones.

You are also merciful in the Yangtze River, ruthless and ruthless.

Why don't you skimp a little corn, what's the use of laughing at this fame?

I hope that the fish and shrimp will be sacrificed, and I only hope that Lu Lang's soul will be peaceful.

This is not a river, but it has been twenty years.

Thousands of rolls are endless, and the heroes are in tears.

The great river has always been separated from the north and the south, and the end of the world has since been divided into yin and yang.

Han Yue counted a few dynasties to shine on me, and Chu Ge broke his soul for several lifetimes.

Thinking of the lonely ape on the cliff on the other side, I know who to wail for every year.