In the sky behind Wang Han, a large area of colorful glow appeared, like a fire cloud, like a mirage, but more, like a holographic color film, except for light, there is nothing else in the film.

All the Qiang people bowed down in the face of the glow, and the Taoist priests also bowed, and even Ling Zhen was dizzy and his knees were weak, and he couldn't help but worship.

Wang Han rode on horseback, staring at the huge curtain of light, trying to see something famous from it.

The theory of gods and Buddhas must be false, some are just high-tech moths, Wang Han just doesn't understand, what kind of technology is that.

The sun is in the west and the glow is in the south, which is very wonderful.

After a while, a gap cracked in the center of the glow, like a vertical eye opened, and a strong light burst out of the eye, making it impossible to look directly, and dozens of meteors shot out from the middle of the eye and flew in all directions.

One of them shot straight towards Wang Han, enveloping Wang Han in an instant, making him involuntarily raise his arm to block, but in vain, the information carried by Guanghua entered his brain without leaving any residue.

Wang Han felt as if his soul had been pulled out of his body, and there was darkness all around, but then, a huge picture appeared in his mind, like a movie film flashing rapidly, he saw the gray-yellow sky, I don't know where the ancient battlefield was, countless people and horses were rushing to kill, shouting, and a ball of flames fell in the sky, and people on the ground were turned on their backs.

He saw a mighty emperor with a height of eight feet riding a tall horse, holding a big knife and scolding Fang Xuan, and was saying something loudly, when a soldier behind him suddenly drew his knife and stabbed him in the ribs. The emperor fell, and looked back, his eyes full of astonishment.

He also saw a general wearing a unicorn armor holding a long sword, rushing left and right in the crowd, a feather arrow flew from behind, inserted into the back of the general's neck, the general fell off his horse, and countless soldiers swarmed with knives.

Followed by another young general, who was surrounded by everyone and entered the palace, shouting long live...... The picture changed, the young general had already grown his beard, commanding thousands of troops and horses to fight on the Great Wall, and a cannonball exploded beside him.

These pictures are bizarre, so that Wang Han is overwhelmed, he doesn't want to receive such information, but he can't stop, and when he is irritable, a familiar picture appears.

On the vast grassland, there was a warrior who cut off the head of the Taoist priest with a knife, after the Taoist priest fell, a puff of white smoke erupted from the cuffs of another Taoist priest, the warrior covered his face and screamed, and another Taoist priest jumped to the warrior's side like lightning, and a sword pierced his chest, but the sword broke. The warrior screamed miserably, and his hands danced in vain. Another Taoist priest controlled lightning and flew above the warrior's head, and the warrior's body stiffened and fell. Seeing this, the sword-wielding Taoist stabbed three inches under the lower abdomen, and the warrior's legs spasmed for a while, and then did not move.

This picture flashed before Wang Han had time to be surprised, it was a new picture, in the magnificent golden hall, the young king wore a golden crown and a white robe, sitting on the golden throne, watching more than a dozen beautiful actors in tulle singing and dancing, and another seven or eight beautiful artists prostrate at his feet...... The picture turned, and the poor king's head was stuck in the tip of a spear.

The picture flashes again, and the endless army of mink hats is lined up on the field, with countless heavy artillery erected in front of the formation, facing the majestic ancient city, and the artillery is flying. In the middle of the army, the emperor with a golden crown was smiling, but a dagger was quietly clasped around his neck......

With the sudden disappearance of the glow in the sky, Wang Han also woke up from the illusion, and looked around, everything was still the same as before, nothing had happened.

A gust of wind blew through Wang Han's ears, and a woman whispered: Go back~

After the wind and waves were calm, Wang Han stood like a fool, unable to figure out the truth.

Is the scene just now a mirage or the formation of a four-dimensional space?

And the voice of the woman speaking, who is talking about it, and what is it implying about? Why don't you say more?

If it's not the ghosts, then what is this technology?

After thinking for a while, Wang Han said to Ling Zhen: "Let the Dao Elders come back, and don't go to Tianshan Mountain." ”

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But said that Li Qingzhao married Wang Han, there were many inconveniences at the beginning, and he always felt that the life of the two was not as comfortable as being alone, the little husband was a martial artist, he didn't know anything about chess, piano, calligraphy and painting, and he was proficient in dancing, which made Li Qingzhao depressed for a long time.

The two of them have some fun between the beds, and it is difficult to communicate ideas. Li Qingzhao is somewhat dissatisfied with this, but fortunately, her husband is a businessman, and the family has a lot of money, which is enough for Li Qingzhao to squander, a few books today, a few words tomorrow, and a few paintings the day after tomorrow.

There were too many books to put down, so Li Qingzhao opened a study room upstairs for books. Just do it, Li Qingzhao asked the coachman to go outside to find a carpenter and process it upstairs.

In addition, there is a bamboo forest behind the house, and Li Qingzhao also plans to build a small pavilion, so that it will be convenient to drink tea and drink and enjoy the bamboo in the future.

Li Qingzhao does many things at home, none of which the Zhang family can get used to, but Wang Han specially explained before leaving, saying that Li Qingzhao is a scholarly family, a talented woman, not an ordinary little woman, and her style of action is measured.

Zhang's was able to endure it at the beginning, but Wang Han went on the expedition for only a month, and the daughter-in-law became more and more disagreeable, and the family tossed everywhere so that the money was not to say, she began to recruit friends, and at first came a few friends in the boudoir, and there were male guests who came to the door, saying that they were borrowing books, returning books, appreciating paintings, and composing lyrics.

Oops, my mother has lived most of her life, and I really don't know that a woman can also be called a husband.

What annoyed Zhang the most was that she hid under the backyard wall that day and eavesdropped, it seemed that there was a student who had no money, and Li Qingzhao lent him a hundred taels of silver.

Zhang's whole body trembled, and he went upstairs in a hurry, the two of them were well-dressed, and they couldn't say anything famous, but they had a pimple in their hearts. How about talking about a talented woman, if something really happens, how to explain it to her son?

No, you have to knock and knock with your daughter-in-law.

Zhang said to Li Qingzhao, "Son, Bao'er is not here, don't bring any male guests to the house in the future and let people gossip." ”

Li Qingzhao's face was red when he heard this, "Mother-in-law, where are you talking, which are just students of Mr. Taixueguan, come to me to ask for some poetry skills." ”

Zhang waved his hand, "I know, and I know your duty, but the two neighbors next door don't know, and they don't like to listen to some gossip." ”

said that Li Qingzhao was wronged, where was the two neighbors next door talking nonsense, it was obvious that her mother-in-law didn't trust her. But I can't defend it, but I don't dare to greet guests at home in the future. But friends in the literary circle can't be stopped, what should I do? I went to see him outside, and it was the same as before marriage, eating wine, drinking tea, and writing poems and songs.

On this day, I occasionally heard a man singing a military song in the market, the tune was fresh, and he sang about the ambition of a young man without worrying. Li Qingzhao listened to the fascination, and then listened to the lyrics he sang, straightforward and simple, back to the basics, and was instantly attracted to the soul, and sent the maid to invite the man up to ask, who made this word? Who composed the tune.

The man saw that several people present were richly dressed and did not worry about eating and drinking, so he said: "The one who wrote the music and lyrics is a master of the world, and he won't let me say his name." ”

Li Qingzhao respectfully requested, just wanted to visit this master, and had no other meaning.

The man was embarrassed: "He taught me to sing this song to earn money to make a living, and when you know it, you will look for it, and I will be cut off." ”

Li Qingzhao couldn't understand his meaning and took out two runs to him, but the man shook his head and said, at least ten times. Everyone said that it was expensive, it was expensive, this poem was not done by you, you shouldn't want ten times. The man was hanging, but he didn't say anything.

Li Qingzhao was also rich, gritted his teeth, and gave ten taels of silver, and then the man smiled and said: "This song was made by Wang Han, the commander of the Western Expeditionary Artillery, and it is currently only sung in the Western Army of Huangzhou, and no one in Tokyo can sing it. ”

As soon as the words came out, everyone was shocked, I don't know what kind of officer the commander of the Zhengxi Artillery is, but they are too familiar with the words Wang Han, isn't this Li Qingzhao's husband?

Li Qing stomped his feet angrily, but he was helpless, so he could only let him sing the song again and write it down himself.

When I go home at night, write the lyrics on paper, and read them carefully: several degrees of wind and rain, several degrees of spring and autumn, wind, frost, snow and rain, and the torrent, after all the hardships and infatuation, the ambition of the young man is not worried.

looked at it and smiled, and said that the husband was a rough person, it turned out to be gone, although the words were white, but white nature, white innocence.

Especially the last two sentences, the eventful years, why not be afraid of romance, let Li Qingzhao ponder carefully. pondering, pondering, then humming softly, more and more I feel that the husband is good.

Li Qingzhao sang in the room, Zhang listened to it under the house, it didn't sound right, and his face changed greatly, wasn't this song sung by Li San, the prodigal son of Wayan? Others don't know Li San, but Zhang's knows that this Li San is a soldier and a civilian husband, greedy for life and afraid of death, scared to pee his pants during the war, and then fled back to Tokyo early, singing in the tile shop to make money, the best thing is two, one is a young man's ambition is not worried, a song eighteen touches, especially eighteen touch singing well, many people cheered, and the tile shop was also sluggish.

Why does his daughter-in-law sing his songs?

Zhang's can't bear it, this daughter-in-law must be disciplined, but how to discipline it?

The family is the daughter of a big family, and a widowed mother-in-law of his own family, Zhang's family thought about the grievances, was anxious, tossed and turned, thought about it all night, and finally felt ruthless and went to find the one who had no conscience.

Early the next morning, Zhang dressed himself up, wore good-looking brocade clothes, and asked the coachman to drive to Xianning Fang, the outer gate of the North City, Xianning Fang, there is a large mansion door in Xianning Fang, and the plaque on the door reads: Huayin Marquis Mansion.

When he arrived at the door of the Hou Mansion, Zhang hesitated slightly, carefully looked at the plaque, tears slipped down his eyes, and quickly wiped it as soon as possible, not daring to let the tears flow out, and then stood up straight, tidied up his clothes, stepped forward, and knocked on the knocker that had not been touched for more than ten years.

An old man inside agreed, and when he opened the door, an old man about sixty years old looked up and down, and asked suspiciously: "Who is Madame looking for?" ”

Zhang's Yingying saluted and smiled, "Brother Qi, I'm Wanniang, remember?" ”

Menzi was stunned when he heard this, looked up and down again, and then was shocked, "You, you, you are Wanniang?" After shouting, people were excited, hurriedly invited in, and trotted all the way to greet loudly, "Hou Ye, Hou Ye, Wan Niang is back, Wan Niang is back~"