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A house built next to the lake, surrounded by green grass and a place full of flowers. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A plainly dressed, waist-length woman with long hair bent over to prune flowers in the garden.

Chen Yang stood in the distance, looking at the figure, his heart was beating violently, and after taking a breath, Chen Yang slowly stepped forward.

Today's weather is very good, the temperature is moderate, and when the woman is tired of pruning, she will squat down and rest for a while, looking at these blooming flowers, and her mood has become much happier.

The woman heard the sound of footsteps behind her, frowned slightly, and was about to turn around when she suddenly heard a familiar voice that worried her every day.

"The flowers are beautiful."

The woman's shoulders trembled slightly, she was silent for a long time, and the person behind her did not speak, and the atmosphere was silent for a while.

"What about me?"

Chen Yang raised a smile on his face and said, "You are here, the flowers have lost their color." ”

The woman slowly got up, turned around, and looked at this figure that would appear in her mind every day, this man, he was finally back.

The woman's eyes were rosy, her happy smile bloomed with tears, she trotted two steps and threw herself into Chen Yang's arms.

Chen Yang hugged her tightly, and he could feel Yaoji's joy and the complex emotions of being lost and regained.

Gently stroking her hair, Chen Yang asked, "Is everything okay?" ”

Yaoji kept shaking her head, choked her voice, and said, "It's not good, it's not good, I'm not good at all, you came, you left, but I miss you so much, master." ”

Chen Yang sighed and said, "Don't cry, it won't look good if you cry again." ”

"I don't care, I don't care." Yao Ji shook her head like a child and said, "Master, do you know? Do you know how hard I've waited for you? I've been hoping that you'll come to me sooner. A day has passed, and another day has passed, but you have not yet appeared. I thought, I thought you wouldn't come back. Don't Yao Ji anymore. ”

Chen Yang held her face and said, "I don't want anything, and I won't want you." ”

Echoing Chen Yang's sweet words in her ears, Yao Ji's cheeks flushed for no reason, and she felt Chen Yang's rough but very warm palms on her cheeks. Yao Ji felt relieved.

Chen Yang slowly lowered his head and kissed Yao Ji's lips, Yao Ji was stunned for a moment, and then retreated a little dodging.

"Master, you ......"

Chen Yang smiled softly: "I know everything." ”

Yao Ji was surprised: "But ......"

"Get down to business first, and then get down to business." Chen Yang let out a wicked laugh.

Yao Ji was puzzled and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Chen Yang was a little speechless, it's been so many years, and the children have given birth to two, why is Yaoji still so cute......

Chen Yang stretched out his hand to pick her up by the waist and strode towards the house. "That's the right thing. ”

Yao Ji blushed and shrank her head into Chen Yang's arms.

……

A few partings, a cloud and rain.

The two naked/naked bodies were close together, Chen Yang hugged Yaoji on his body, feeling her soft body, and his heart was at peace.

Chen Yang has always fantasized that one day he can be like today, completely relaxed, completely calm, and marry three or four wives. Give birth to a bunch of fat dolls and live a happy and contented life.

But just think about it, Chen Yang knows that there is still a long way to go. It's long.

This is when Yao Ji is in the best mood, her requirements are not high, and it is enough to be able to live with the man she loves.

They came to Chang'an City, which was the Lantern Festival, and lantern festivals and poetry meetings were held in Chang'an City.

Yao Ji pulled Chen Yang to the river. Looking at the lanterns floating on the river, he said, "Master, let's make a wish." ”

Chen Yang was a little speechless and said, "We are all immortals, why do you still make a wish?" ”

Yao Ji stomped her feet and said, "I'm going to make a wish." ”

"Then yes." Chen Yang smiled, followed her to the river, and closed his eyes at the paper lamps that kept drifting by.

After a while, Yao Ji opened her eyes, and Chen Yang also opened her eyes.

"Master, what wish did you make?" Yao Ji asked with big eyes blinking.

Chen Yang patted her with a smile and said, "If you say your wish, it won't work." ”

Yao Ji held her mouth and said, "Okay." ”

Chen Yang looked at the people who were standing slowly by the river, and sighed in his heart, mortals make a wish, maybe which immortal is in a good mood to help them achieve their wish, but the immortal makes a wish, who will help?

Chen Yang shook his head and walked to the inn with Yaoji, they lived in the best inn in Chang'an City, tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival Lantern Festival, a poetry meeting was held in the inn.

Poetry is a tradition, the Lantern Festival and the Mid-Autumn Festival will be held once a year, how many literati and scholars gather here, in order to make a good poem.

The two entered the inn, and Yao Ji pulled Chen Yang and said, "Master, I want to take a look." ”

Of course, Chen Yang agreed, but the table in the lobby was already occupied, and the two of them could only settle for the next best thing and share the table with others.

There are two men at this table, and when they see that Yao Ji is so beautiful, they naturally will not refuse.

Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, if you can make a poem for the occasion, it is excellent, if you can't compose, take another poem, then you can also, as long as the poem is good, everything is fine.

There were several literati who wrote poems in a row, but to Chen Yang's ears, they were all average, and some didn't even rhyme at all.

Chen Yang felt bored, but Yao Ji listened to it with relish, and praised it from time to time: "This poem is so good, master, that person is really talented." ”

Chen Yang rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything.

When one of them heard Yao Ji's words, he suddenly got up and walked towards the center of the hall.

As soon as the man left his seat, an exclamation suddenly rang out in the lobby.

"It's Wang Wei."

"I didn't expect the poet Wang Da to come."

"Did you hear that?"

"What?"

"Wang Wei is the champion of this year!"

"Champion! So powerful! ”

Chen raised his eyebrows, Wang Wei? The name is all too familiar.

The great poet of the Tang Dynasty, Wang Wei!

Chen Yang couldn't help but look at him carefully, after so many years, he had never seen a celebrity in history.

This person has good facial features, is not tall, and has an elegant temperament, which makes people feel very comfortable.

Wang Wei smiled slightly, arched his hand around, and suddenly there were shouts around him, mostly asking him to compose a poem.

Wang Wei smiled helplessly, and finally said: "It's hard to be gracious, so Wang will be ugly." ”

Chen Yang is also interested, and it is very exciting to see a great poet make a poem that is likely to be passed down through the ages in this great era.

When everyone heard that Wang Wei was going to compose a poem, they all held their breath, only to see Wang Wei take a few steps, frowning, and after a few seconds, his brows suddenly relaxed.

Yao Ji asked softly: "Master, this Wang Wei is so powerful, he is actually a champion." ”

Chen Yang nodded and said, "It's really powerful." ”

Yao Ji muttered, "I just don't know how to compose poetry." ”

Chen Yang smiled and said, "Listen to it." ”

A smile appeared on Wang Wei's face, and everyone knew that he had an inspiration.

Wang Wei walked in steps, and everyone followed his footsteps and eyes.

Chen Yang was a little stunned, why did this Wang Wei come towards him.

Chen Yang obviously thought too much, Wang Wei kept looking at Yao Ji, he came to Yao Ji and said slowly: "Red beans give birth to Nanguo." ”

And that's where it begins?

Everyone was stunned for a while, this is a love poem, it seems to be given to that woman.

Everyone turned to look at Yao Ji, and this look was suddenly shocked.

Yao Ji frowned slightly, and Chen Yang also raised her eyebrows.

Wang Wei continued to compose poems: "Spring comes and sends a few branches. ”

"May you pick more, this thing is the most lovely."

After a poem was written, the lobby burst into applause and applause.

Chen Yang is no stranger to this "Acacia", but he didn't expect that Wang Wei would make it at this time.

After finishing a lovesick poem, Wang Wei said very humbly and gentlemanly: "This poem is for you." ”

After speaking, Wang Wei looked at Chen Yang again, smiled apologetically, and said, "If you are disturbed, I hope you will understand." ”

Chen Yang waved his hand and didn't speak, Wang Wei is also a gentleman, but if he dares to do something out of the ordinary, Chen Yang estimates that he will have to do something to change history.

Wang Wei turned around and left, Yao Ji suddenly looked at Chen Yang, blinked her eyes, and said, "Master, this poem is so good." ”

Chen Yang rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, you can take it, this is what someone gave you." ”

Yaoji pouted and said, "I don't want it, I want you to write me a poem." ”

"Girl, this poem is not something that anyone can compose, so don't embarrass your father-in-law." The person next to him laughed.

"As long as it's his poems, I like them." Yao Ji said.

The people around also joined in the excitement and said: "Wang Da's poems are hard to find, and the poem he wrote for you is the best." ”

Over there, Wang Wei returned to the lobby, took a brush and wrote down the "Acacia" he had just made, and then asked someone to send it over.

Yao Ji didn't look at it, and said to the man: "Thank you for your kindness, this poem should be given to someone who is destined." ”

Chen Yang was also a little distressed when he saw Yao Ji being so stubborn. He didn't know what kind of poems Yao Ji wanted to compose by himself, but he just wanted himself to do something for her, just for her.

Yao Ji was always uneasy in her heart, she didn't know when Chen Yang would leave, she couldn't bear the loneliness of being alone.

Chen Yang looked at Yao Ji, smiled gently, slowly stood up, and said to the little two who sent the poem: "Where is the pen and ink?" ”

Xiao Er was stunned for a moment: "Huh? ”

When everyone heard this, they were also slightly surprised, and said, "Is this really going to be a poem?" ”

"How can poetry be so good."

"Eh, young man, it's impulsive!"

No one believed that Chen Yang could really make a poem, and Chen Yang didn't need them to believe it, he wanted to leave Yao Ji a thought.

Xiao Er was stunned for a long time, and some people who watched the excitement moved over directly to the table, waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

Yaoji was happy and hesitant in her heart, Chen Yang grabbed the brush, padd her wrist, touched the rice paper with the tip of her nose, and the vigorous and powerful words jumped in front of her. (To be continued.) )