Chu Tian was silent for a while, looked at Zi Xiaosheng faintly and sighed. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"In that case, Brother Zi, you have drawn out the Dao, then, please listen to Brother Zi. ”

"The story I'm talking about is that year, I was ...... on the streets."

Zi Xiaosheng quickly interrupted Chu Tian's words: "It's an old beggar again, let them die! Talk less nonsense, tell serious stories! Dare to say that you heard the story from the old beggar, and then the old beggar choked and choked to death, believe it or not, I threw you into the river?"

Chu Tian coughed violently, he looked at Zi Xiaosheng and said seriously: "This time it is definitely not an old beggar, that winter, I picked up an eighteen-year-old girl with bruises all over her body at the crossroads of Minzhou City. ”

Zi Xiaosheng raised his slap and signaled that he wanted to be beaten down.

Chu Tian hurriedly laughed a few times, he put his hands behind his back, raised his head slightly, looked at the clouds in the sky, and sighed heavily.

"Well, no one can tell when the story began. What kind of dynasty was that, most of the ancient books of the ancient Qin have been lost, not to mention the ancient times that are even more ancient and unreliable? So, in a certain year, a certain month, and a certain day, in a certain court, where treasures are beautiful and extremely romantic. ”

Chu Tian spoke eloquently and slowly read out a poem.

“....................................

It is difficult to give up the natural beauty, and once chose the king's side.

Looking back and smiling, the six palaces have no color.

The spring cold bathes in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water is slippery and creamy.

The waiter helped up the delicate and weak, and it was the time of the new inheritance.

The cloud sideburns and flowers are shaking, and the hibiscus tent is warm for the spring night.

The spring night is bitter and short, and the day is high, and the king does not rise early from then on.

There is no leisure for the Chenghuan banquet, and the spring is a special night from the spring outing.

There are 3,000 beauties in the harem, and 3,000 are pampered in one.

The golden house is dressed up as a delicate night, and the jade building feasts are drunk and spring. ”

Zi Xiaosheng's eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, and the corners of his mouth were drooling with rare saliva flowing, looking at Chu Tian like a ghost.

Aunt Feng didn't know when she leaned over, she looked at Chu Tian even more blankly, and her mouth was turning over and over again: "Looking back and smiling, the six palaces have no color...... It's not a matter of the royal court, who can come up with such a sentence?"

In the reeds, a big man knelt on the ground, with a case in front of him, and the brush in his hand carried the pen and wrote down every word of Chutian.

Chu Tian looked up at the sky, watched the clouds flying in the air, slowly pinched the story of "The Palace of Eternal Life", changed its appearance, and then mixed in some extremely gorgeous sentences, and said it intentionally.

"Anyway, the Qinglian monk raised his glass to the Son of Heaven on the golden hall and shouted, and a song for the ages was sung. ”

With that, Chu Tian raised his hands high, clapped vigorously and shouted loudly.

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns.

You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, and the cup will not stop.

Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.

The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time.

The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name.

In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand years.

What is the owner's words, he has to sell the right gentleman.

Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you. ”

Zi Xiaosheng and Aunt Feng's bodies shook violently, their long hair stood up straight up like thunder, the wind around them was fierce, and waves of terrifying power were faintly accumulating, and a long and short section of the river behind Zi Xiaosheng suddenly froze, and every drop of water and every bit of waves were frozen in the air.

"This, this, this!" Zi Xiaosheng and Aunt Feng's eyes flickered, and their eyes seemed to be swirling.

What is the scenery outside the Great Jin, Chutian doesn't know.

However, in the territory of the Great Jin Dynasty, the poems of those literati and were old-fashioned and stereotyped to the extreme in Chutian's view.

Or four words and one sentence, or five sons and one sentence, pay attention to strict before and after the rules of the battle, every sentence, every word is like a mud carved wooden tire, strict and unkind. Rao is a literati of the Great Jin Dynasty piled up incomparably gorgeous rhetoric in these lifeless rhythmic verses, and their verses are still like zombies in a coffin, Rao is smeared with countless rouge and lipstick, and still no life.

This song "Will Enter the Wine" is magnificent, romantic and heroic, like a big river coming up from the sky, washing away the old-fashioned and stereotyped style of Dajin to pieces.

"This, this, what kind of person is this Qinglian monk?" Zi Xiaosheng was already a little incoherent: "If he is still alive, he will be arrested from heaven and earth, and he must be accepted as a retainer, and write this, write this, and write this every day...... Baby!"

A wisp of sparkling saliva flowed down the corner of Zi Xiaosheng's mouth more than three inches long, Chu Tian saw it, but Chu Tian deliberately kept silent.

He said slowly, also to deliberately give the wolf demon group a time to rest and digest, a copy of "The Palace of Eternal Life", he said slowly for two hours.

But when he said that the Son of Heaven and the noble concubine mattered, later generations heard it and felt it:

Yurong is lonely and tears are dry, and pear blossoms bring rain in spring.

Gazing at the king with affection, he said goodbye to the two dim.

The Zhaoyang Palace is full of love, and the sun and moon are long in the Penglai Palace.

Looking back at the world, I didn't see Chang'an and saw the dust and fog.

However, the old things will be affectionate, and the alloy hairpin will be sent.

The hairpin leaves a one-fold fan, and the hairpin breaks the gold and divides it.

But the heart of the religion is like Jin Tianjian, and the heavens and the earth will meet.

The parting words are re-sent, and there is an oath in the words.

On the seventh day of the seventh month, when no one whispered in the middle of the night.

In heaven I wish to be a winged bird, and on earth I wish to be a branch.

The days are long and sometimes endless, and this hatred lasts forever. ”

As soon as Chu Tian's last two sentences came out, Zi Xiaosheng's face changed suddenly, and a huge wave as high as a hundred zhang suddenly set off on the big river behind him, the huge wave exploded, and countless splashes fell, and the momentum was as if the world was destroyed.

Aunt Feng's body shook violently, and she hissed: "The days are long and the days are endless, and this hatred is endless!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, Aunt Feng looked at Chu Tian with a pale face, her pupils narrowed like the tip of a needle, and her face was so miserable that she was like seeing a ghost in the middle of the night.

Seeing Zi Xiaosheng and Aunt Feng in such a situation, Chu Tian didn't stop doing it, and simply made up for them with another knife in their hearts, which was enough for them to remember for a long time and make them unforgettable for many years.

"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, and I was dressing up in the small window. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka. ”

Zi Xiaosheng's eyes were full of purple energy, and he was constantly turning over and over again in despair.

"Ten years of life and death...... Thousands of miles of lonely graves...... Even if you don't know ...... when you meet"

Aunt Feng looked at Chu Tian blankly for a long time, and cried out with a 'wow', a purple shadow flashed, and she ran away without a trace in an instant.

Chu Tian touched his nose and laughed dryly.

"Brother Zi, this story, but it's a royal matter? But it's so poignant? Look, Aunt Feng is crying when she hears it, if you want to say that it's not poignant, you have to touch your conscience to speak!"

"Well, the royal affair, so poignant, what about the great creation you are talking about?"

Zi Xiaosheng's body trembled violently for a while, and suddenly screamed hysterically: "Chu stall head, you layman, you are so angry, you should be beaten!"

With a 'bang', Zi Xiaosheng's figure flashed, Chu Tian's chest ached, and he screamed 'wow' and was kicked more than ten feet away.