Jingshi has not been very peaceful recently, it is not very peaceful, many people who know each other, people who don't know each other will argue when they meet, and even play out dog brains.

The reason for all this came from a publication called the Beijing Times, four sheets of paper, sixteen pages, ordinary—strange!

"Miss, the latest Beijing Times has bought it back. ”

In the boudoir of a certain compound, a little maid came to the lady's boudoir out of breath, and before she could knock on the door, the door had been opened, and the lady snatched the newspaper from her hand, without the demeanor of everyone at all.

"Miss, Miss......"

The maid squatted pitifully next to the young lady, waited for the young lady to finish reading the serials in the newspaper, and begged like a wounded kitten, "Miss, can you read me the story?"

Illiterate is so pitiful, the young lady did not speak, but just slapped the maid's little head, still immersed in the plot of the story, and after a long time, she began to read the story.

However, he saw that there was a couch on the right side of the room, which was the cold jade bed where he practiced when he was a child; in the middle of the room was a long rope pulled in the air, which he used to sleep when he practiced light exercises; and a few small places in front of the window were where he read and wrote. There was a rough wooden cupboard on the left side of the room, and when I opened the door, I saw a few children's clothes made of bark in the cupboard, which were exactly the appearance that the little dragon girl had sewn for herself in the ancient tomb. He entered the room and stroked the bed, and he was already in tears, and at this time he couldn't bear it anymore, and rolled down his shirt with tears in his eyes.

Suddenly, he felt a soft hand gently caress his hair, and asked softly, "Guo'er, what's not happy?" Yang Guohuo turned around and saw a white-shirted woman standing in front of Yingying, with still snow skin and flowers like yesterday, it was the little dragon girl he had been thinking about day and night for sixteen years.

The two stood for a long time, let out a soft "ah" and hugged each other. The swallow is light, the warbler is delicate, is it yes? Is it really illusory?

After a long time, Yang Guo said: "Long'er, your appearance has not changed at all, but I am old." The little dragon girl stared at her and said, "It's not that I'm old, it's my son who has grown up." ”

Xiaolongnu is a few years older than Yang, but she has lived in the ancient tomb since she was a child, and she has practiced internal skills with her master, and she has no worries and desires. Yang Guo has experienced great sorrows and joys, so by the time the two got married, they seemed to be similar in age.

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As the young lady read it, tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, and the maid listened as if everything around her was gone.

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"Some people do everything to make money and make a splash, look at what is written in this newspaper? This thing is simply a ridiculous thing in the world, it is immoral, what kind of system has it become!"

An old man angrily held the Beijing Times in his hand, looked at the article on it, and trembled with anger while reading.

"If you don't like it, don't look at it, and no one begs you to see it. ”

Not far away, a middle-aged woman frowned coldly at her husband, a scene where you gave me the newspaper without reading it.

"A woman who has lost her virginity, she doesn't commit suicide, she still walks around, you still like this kind of newspaper!"

The more the old man read, the more angry he became, and then the middle-aged woman snatched the newspaper from his hand.

"My mother likes to read this kind of newspaper, what's wrong, not convinced?"

It can be seen that the woman's position in the family is much stronger than that of the old man, and her words are also hurtful.

"What's wrong with losing your virginity? If you have a kind, don't go to the Qinglou Hook Fence, okay?"

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On March 3rd, the weather was new, and the imperial capital was surrounded by many beautiful people.

The state is thick and true, and the texture is delicate and even.

Embroidered Luo clothes shine in the late spring, and the golden peacock and silver unicorn are worn.

What's on the head?CW leaves drooping sideburns.

What do you see behind you? Beads press the waist and stand firmly.

The Qujiang Poetry Society will be held every three months, and this exclusive gathering for women will attract countless talented women to appear in it every time, and many female officials in the court and China can get ahead is also related to the poetry club.

Even this poetry club can, to a certain extent, influence the public opinion of the government and the opposition.

But this poetry meeting was a lot quieter, because everyone was discussing another thing, the Condor Heroes serialized in the Beijing Times.

In an instant, Yang Guo remembered a few words in his heart: "Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable."

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. This is the mourning words of Master Zhou. A few years ago, he occasionally saw this poem on the wall of a small hotel in Jiangnan, but he felt that the meaning was deep, and he read it casually a few times, and then he recalled that he didn't remember who made it, and thought: "He is ten years of life and death, but I and Long'er have been separated by sixteen years." He still has a lonely grave, and he knows where his beloved wife's bones are buried, but I don't even know where she is buried. Then I thought of the second half of the word, which is the scene of the author's dream of his deceased wife one night: "At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a dream, and I was dressing up in the window; I was relatively speechless, but I had a thousand tears! I couldn't help but mourn in my heart: "And I, and I, can't close my eyes for three days and three nights, and I can't even dream a dream!"

Jumping up suddenly, he ran to the cliff of broken intestines, looked at the few lines carved by the little dragon girl, and shouted loudly: "'Sixteen years later, meet here again, the husband and wife are deeply in love, don't break the promise!'

It is the words engraved by your own hands, why do you not keep the promise?" He roared mightily, shook the lion and the tiger, these words came from the bottom of his heart, only the valley roared, but the mountains responded, south, south, north, west, and all the surrounding peaks came: "Why don't you keep your promise? Why don't you keep your promise? Why don't you keep your promise...... Breaking the promise ......"

Someone muttered this sentence, this is the latest chapter of the Condor Heroes.

"Good stories, good words!"

Some people say so.

In the Legend of the Condor Heroes, when Zhou Huan plagiarized, he removed some famous poems, but used the poems of this era to supplement them, so many people ridiculed the Legend of the Condor Heroes as a rotten white text, with no style and style at all.

However, when it comes to the Condor Heroes, few people say this, because many of the poems in it are very good...... Well, with that mourning poem above, it is enough to shut everyone up.

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable.

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, Xiaoxuan window, dressing up, relatively silent, only a thousand tears! I expect to have a broken intestine every year, a bright moonlit night, and a short pine hill.

Is this song outstanding?

Can you get into the eyes of these talented women?

Can it make their hearts flutter, they can't help it, or they burst into tears?

Yes, of course you can, anyone with a little appreciation, and someone with a certain amount of experience, will be deeply fascinated by this poem.

This is a nuclear bomb in the poetry world, and Zhou Huan also tied this nuclear bomb to a big Ivan and detonated it together!

Lushan Love in a certain time and space, because there was a kissing scene, and the kissing scene had not yet appeared, but the two people stood on tiptoe to remind people of kissing, and the result was turned upside down and almost ended the movie.

This seems to the young people of later generations to be, but similar things happen again and again throughout history. Many time-travelers go back to the past to show movies to civilians, but they never thought of which normal films were more exciting than X-movies in the eyes of the ancients.

The actress in it smiled and smiled, and every move, in ancient times, it was a fox who caused trouble in the world, and in modern times, she was a serious girl who could no longer be serious.

The reason why the last book of the Legend of the Condor Heroes was able to spread all over the city, and even the fire was unimaginable, because there were some things in it that seemed unimaginable to people in this era!

A man and a woman can walk the rivers and lakes and then become husband and wife without the orders of their parents and the words of the matchmaker, and after so many twists and turns in the middle, they are finally so happy.

It's like a nuclear bomb detonating in everyone's hearts!

Don't underestimate this shock, the story of the West Chamber in another time and space, in modern times, it seems that it is simply conservative and can not be more conservative, and the plot can not be more ancient, but in that era in ancient times, it made countless women and men crazy, they were able to choose their own sons-in-law, they could marry freely, and they could be happy together, and in that era in ancient times, it was simply a nuclear bomb.

Some women died of illness because of this tea and dinner, some people hanged themselves after watching the West Chamber, some people escaped into the empty door for this, and some people were obsessed with this drama and couldn't wake up for the rest of their lives.

So, compared to the Legend of the West Chamber, what about the Condor Heroes?

If the former is a soul bomb, the latter is like a burning painful iron rod stuffed from the mouth, and then stabbed into the internal organs, and then penetrated the person, and then turned over on the fire to roast!

First, the master-apprentice love ...... Heaven and Earth Monarch and Minister, Yang Guo fell in love with his master, just now, if it weren't for the existence of extraordinary power in this world, Confucianism could not cover the sky with one hand, and it was a lot more enlightened, plus the protection of the Wudang faction, Zhou Huan would have been exiled for three thousand miles at the beginning.

Then there is the loss of virginity of the little dragon girl, which is simply unimaginable fear in this era, not to mention being tarnished by others, even if it is touched by someone, there are many people who commit suicide, such a woman is regarded as a symbol of filth, and her life has been completely gray from that moment.

Later, there was a man who pursued her unabstainingly, not caring about the temptation of other beauties, not caring about the bright and infinite future, not caring about the criticism of the people around him, he just pursued her hard, and even later, waited for her for 16 years!

The best tragedy is to break happiness for people to see.

And what about the best articles?

Some of the aphorisms of Hegel and Nietzsche may not even be clicked on now, and the fireside gossip of the editor-in-chief of Pingyang Gong may be evaluated as a bowl of spoiled chicken soup if it is put into the future, but two hundred years ago, it had the power to shock people's hearts.

In this era of intertwined male power and monarchy, countless people like the fireside gossip of the great master Zhou Huan, because of the humanistic care and light in it, many people feel that there is something wrong with this world, but they don't know how to resist or live, so there are always people who pass on the fireside gossip and tell their juniors that this is a good book.

In another world, it's just a martial arts novel, but in this world, it's a manifesto, a power, and an explosion.

Everyone in the fried Qujiang Poetry Club was lazy to speak, or could not speak.

Or excited, or thoughtful.