"The six armies are helpless, and they die before turning their eyebrows.

No one took the flowers, and the emerald gorse scratched her head.

The king hid his face and couldn't save it, looking back at the blood and tears.

Huang Ai is scattered and the wind is sluggish, and the cloud stack lingers in the Sword Pavilion. ”

The army stopped advancing and demanded the death of Liang Guifei, so the king had no choice but to hang her at the foot of Ma Weipo.

The ornaments on the head of the concubine were discarded on the ground and no one cleaned them up, and the precious headpieces of jewelry gorse and hosta were one by one.

The emperor couldn't hide his face and cry when he wanted to be saved, and when he looked back and saw the scene of the tragic death of the concubine, blood and tears couldn't stop flowing.

At this moment, hearing this place and seeing this place, countless people's hearts became complicated.

Seriously, the record of this incident in the history books is very simple, only a few sentences.

However, these few sentences cannot write the lives of these people, nor can they record the grandeur of their lives.

Therefore, at this moment, this long hatred song, because of He Hongzhang's request, was finally born in the hands of the poet saint Liu Nan.

The birth of this poem, to be honest, is complicated in the hearts of countless people at this moment.

Looking at the poem, this beautiful concubine was finally killed because of a rebellion, and it was the man she loved the most or the man who loved her the most.

At this moment, who can have peace of mind?

At this moment, countless people seem to have returned to that era and seen this beautiful woman withering away.

And, I also saw the cool and selfish side of Emperor Zhao.

After watching her kill the woman she loved the most, she came to fake crying.

At this moment, who can not look complicated?

"If this poem hadn't come from the hand of the poet...... Forget it, no matter who it is, I am reluctant to seal such a poem.

Don't say anything else, a sentence looking back and smiling, the six palaces have no color, which makes this poem a unique work of art for my Han! ”

A royal man couldn't help but sigh at this moment.

This poem is now out of Liu Nan's identity as a poetic saint.

Whoever wrote it, the poem will not be buried.

Because it's so great and wonderful!

Liu Nan stopped the pen in his hand, and then he rubbed his wrist.

I've been writing for too long, and my wrists are sore. At this time, Li Jianxue held Liu Nan's hand and gently squeezed his hand for him.

Subsequently, He Hongzhang hurriedly put on a new peach blossom book.

At this time, Liu Nan once again picked up the pen in his hand, and he began to write again.

All the viewers watched Liu Nan's movements quietly, no one was chatting in the live broadcast room, and no one was discussing.

At this moment, in the place of King Teng Pavilion, everyone was quiet.

The entire Tengwang Pavilion is silent. This is a restaurant, the restaurant is silent, do you think it's scary?

Even, the people in the back kitchen all ran out at this moment to watch this rare scene.

At this moment, everyone's eyes moved with Liu Nan's hand.

Subsequently, new content appeared.

"There are few people under Emei Mountain, and the flag is lightless and the sun is thin.

The water of the Shu River is green, the mountains are green, and the holy lord is in love with the morning and twilight.

The palace is sad to see the moon, and the night rain hears the sound of bell intestines breaking. ”

There are few people in the line of Mount Emei, and the flag is colorless, and the sun and moon are lightless.

The mountains and rivers of Shu are beautiful, which attracts the lovesickness of the king.

When I saw the moonlight in the palace, I was sad, and when I heard the bell at night, I was in pain.

These three sentences, although they seem to be written about the scenery, there is also a feeling of longing.

But honestly, isn't that ironic?

At the beginning, this Emperor Zhao, in order to unite the hearts of the army, finally personally ordered the killing of this concubine. Now, he still has lovesickness?

Oh, what an irony! Even, I want to say that my mother is a scumbag.

No, it's all insulting to a scumbag. Scumbag, he only cheats feelings, doesn't he?

Maybe, at most, scam you out of a little more money, but he won't kill you anyway!

However, this Emperor Zhao, that is the woman who killed himself directly! I have to say, the heart of the emperor is really unpredictable! ”

yes, all of this is really very unpredictable. But all of this is so real.

Perhaps, this is history!

"No, to be honest, the more I listened, the more I felt that the whole person was in a bad mood.

If it weren't for this Emperor Zhao and the emperor of my Han Dynasty, I would really be scolding. ”

"Ahem, it's good to scold in your heart, don't say it, you know?"

"Seriously, what a great thing Mr. wrote!"

……

At this moment, He Hongzhang burst into tears, and at this moment, because of this poem, he finally understood the woman of that era!

Liang Guifei is now plump in his heart. At this moment, he couldn't help but grit his teeth.

"Damn, I really want to beat up this Emperor Zhao."

Well, He Hongzhang couldn't help but said this sentence directly.

Well, no one said anything about him, because there are so many people who think this way.

Of course, the more embarrassing ones are the royal people.

You young man is terrible, you, you still want to beat my ancestor?

Good guy, if you don't know that your kid is unintentional, otherwise we have to tell you a big match, don't you believe it or not?

Just kidding, you think you are Liu Nan, you can be sarcastic as you want to sarcastically mock my ancestors?

Well, that's true. Not everyone is Liu Nan's, and not everyone can write casually.

Liu Nan is now, for the Han Dynasty, it belongs to cultural beliefs, so he naturally wants to say whatever he wants, even if it is the current emperor, the emperor himself will only reflect on himself, and will not say that Liu Nan has a problem.

Of course, Liu Nan can't say anything, the joke is dead, what a fart?

Now, I'm afraid that my body has rotted.

However, Liu Nan would definitely not have thought of this, because he was still writing at this moment.

"The world is spinning back to the dragon pilot, and I can't go here.

In the soil under Ma Wei's slope, there is no place for Yuyan to die.

The monarchs and ministers took care of each other's clothes, and looked east to the capital to return to the horses. ”

The situation improved, and the emperor returned to the imperial capital, passing by Ma Weipo to see things and think about people.

In the desolate yellow mound under the slope of Ma Wei, the beautiful woman's face is no longer seen, only the tomb lies in the mountain.

The monarch and the ministers looked at each other's tears and wet their clothes, looked eastward, and unintentionally whipped the horse and let the horse advance back to the capital.

Such a scene, such a few lines of poetry, it sounds like writing about Emperor Zhao's deep affection.

However, the entire Han people know one thing, that is, Emperor Zhao is unkind.

This scene is said to be tears wetting clothes, but in fact, it is just satirizing the other party.

"Seriously, if Liang Guifei sees this poem, I can say one thing with the mentality of a girl, that is, this concubine will definitely introduce Mr. as a confidant.

Because Mr. understood her so well, she couldn't have imagined that a poet saint thousands of years later would personally write this long-hated song for her.

Seriously, at this moment I finally understand why this poem is called the Song of Long Hatred. To be honest, I hate it too! Hate that era, hate those people of that era. ”

A woman, at this moment in the live broadcast room, expressed such an opinion.

At the same time, her view has also made many people agree. Even Huang Lun agrees with this.

"That's right, this poem, now I finally understand, why it's called a song of long hatred.

This poem, I can also call it, the swan song of ancient and modern, unparalleled in the world. ”

Huang Lun was very excited, no one disliked such a poem.

At the moment, he is continuing to watch the next content.

With a new peach blossom book replaced, Liu Nan began to write again.

"The return pool garden is still the same, and the liquid hibiscus is not Yangliu.

Hibiscus is like a willow like an eyebrow, how can you not cry about this?

The spring breeze peach and plum blossoms bloom, and the autumn rain when the sycamore leaves fall.

There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red and do not sweep. ”

"When I came back, the place where I saw the pond was still the same, and the hibiscus by the Taiye Pond was still in the weeping willows in the Weiyang Palace.

Hibiscus blooms like a concubine's face, and Liu Ye'er is like her eyebrows, how can she not cry sadly in this situation.

The spring breeze blows the peach and plum flowers, and the people are not sad, and the autumn rain drops the sycamore leaves, and the scene is more lonely and miserable.

Xingqing Palace and Ganlu Hall are overgrown with autumn grass, and the steps are full of fallen leaves and no one has been cleaned for a long time. This paragraph is really amazing.

Especially this sentence, Hibiscus is like a willow like an eyebrow, how not to cry about this.

How did you come up with such a verse?

How did he come up with the idea of describing the concubine in this way?

Hibiscus is like a willow like an eyebrow, this sentence is really amazing.

Even if she is still in her memory, this concubine's face is also glamorous, and it is like a rich flower!

How can such a beauty not be missed?

And immediately afterwards, Mr.'s sentence Xigong Nannei has a lot of autumn grass, and the fallen leaves are full of red and do not sweep, and there is a big reversal directly.

The original luxurious palace has now become such a dilapidated appearance, how can it not be the same as a beauty?

The meaning of this sentence is really amazing.

At this moment, the whole world seems to be in tatters.

Of course, I personally think that Mr. here may also be describing the decay of that era. In other words, it is also a pity for that era. ”

Huang Lun's explanation made countless people subconsciously nod their heads, feeling that he said a lot.

"Yes, it was a great dynasty that was originally good, but it was broken by this Emperor Zhao.

The family wealth left to him was also lost by him. Such a person...... Forget it! ”

"I'll go, buddy, don't coax you, buddy!"

"Yes, buddy, go on, what are you afraid of!"

", do you have the ability to say it yourself?"

"I'm sorry to say goodbye, although it's a modern society now, but in the end, people are still the ancestors of the Han Dynasty, so we still can't talk nonsense.

Not everyone, it's Mr. Liu Nan. He can write and say whatever he wants, but we don't have the qualifications. ”

"Don't make a fuss, new content has appeared, everyone continue to enjoy!"

Indeed, new content has appeared, and it is such a sad paragraph.

"The disciple of Liyuan is white-haired and new, and the Jiaofang eunuch is old.

The fireflies in the evening hall were quiet, and the lonely lamp did not sleep.

The bells and drums are long at night, and the stars and rivers are about to dawn.

The mandarin duck tile is cold and frosty, who is the jade and cold?

After years of life and death, the soul has never come to dream. ”

The hair of the singers and dancers in the pear garden has turned white, and the palace maids in the pepper room have faded their faces.

At night, the fireflies flew in the palace, and Emperor Zhao quietly missed the concubine, and it was still difficult to sleep when the lonely lamp was exhausted.

The sluggish sound of bells and drums became more and more long, and the stars were about to dawn in the daytime.

The frost flowers on the mandarin duck tiles are reborn, and who sleeps with the king in the cold jade quilt?

Yin and Yang have been separated by a year, why have you never been here in my dreams?

This paragraph continues the story just now.

is sighing, the sadness of the times, and also sighing at the indifferent affection of Emperor Zhao.

For example, what yin and yang are separated by a year, why never come to dreams.

"Seriously, I really want to say something about this paragraph, I'm just laughing to death.

You yourself ordered to kill someone, and you still want her to fall asleep?

Heheda, I'm afraid she came to you for revenge in her dreams, right?

When the time comes, there will most likely be a Taoist priest who catches ghosts. ”

"I'm laughing to death, this brother's mouth. But what you say, I agree. ”

"It's hard not to agree, this kind of application really makes people want to laugh.

Does this count as an application?

Then it's the first time I've encountered it in my life, it's really a strange thing in the world! ”

"I have to say, sir, this is really amazing. He actually used this sentence to make us can't help but be angry.

To be honest, it's rare for a poem to affect people's emotions.

But Mr.'s work has such magical power.

It seems that as long as he wants, he can make us follow his thoughts. Let us be angry, we will be angry, let us be sad and we will be sad.

With such a foundation, he deserves to be a poet! ”

At this moment, inside the Yellow Crane Tower, there is already silence.

Everyone was here in the hall, watching the poet Liu Nan write.

At this moment, many people couldn't help but sigh.

"Linqiong Taoist Hongdu Ke can be sincere to the soul.

In order to appreciate the king's thoughts, he taught the priests to look diligently.

Emptying and controlling the air is like electricity, ascending to heaven and earth.

The upper and lower yellow springs are poor, and the two places are gone.

Suddenly, I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was in the ethereal space. ”

When He Hongzhang read this paragraph carefully, countless people were immersed in the story depicted in the poem.

They no longer think about how tragic the people in this story are, and they no longer think about how ruthless this Emperor Zhao is.

At this moment, everyone was pulled into the world depicted by Liu Nan, the poet saint.

In this world, they saw the Taoist priest, and they also saw this era, and they saw the scene of this era even more.

What does this paragraph mean? Well, this paragraph is written about a slightly mythical story.

He was moved by the king's affection for the concubine, so the Taoist priest tried his best to find the soul of the concubine.

The clouds and fog are like lightning, and I searched all over the world.

searched all over the nine heavens and under the nine earths, but there was still nothing to be found.

Suddenly, I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and this fairy mountain was surrounded by clouds and mist.

This is the story, where the concubine was found in a fairy mountain.

found her now, the one who died of incense.

Seriously, this paragraph is really intoxicating, and many people even hope it's true.

Let this legendary concubine come alive again.

These viewers, it seems, vaguely saw this concubine on the top of the fairy mountain.

She is still so beautiful and moving, and she still has the amazing beauty of looking back and smiling, and the six palaces are colorless.

Seriously, at this moment, countless people can't help but immerse themselves in this beauty. It's a pity, it's all unreal.

"How nice would it be if all of this was true?"

A painter, at this moment, muttered to himself with his eyes closed.

Everything he saw was true, and he wanted it to last forever.

"After tonight, Liang Guifei will become a new topic of conversation for the Han Dynasty.

Her beauty, I think, will continue to be sung for thousands of years. As long as there is a long-hated song of Mr., Liang Guifei will never be forgotten.

Because of her in her husband's pen, her life is too bumpy, and her person is too beautiful.

It is so beautiful that the king has not been in the early dynasty since then, so beautiful that he looks back and smiles at Baimeisheng, and is so beautiful that the six palaces have no color. Such a beauty is unparalleled in the world! ”

Someone said so, and at this moment, the writing was still continuing, and at this moment, Liu Nan's whole person was about to crawl on the desk.

His face turned a little pale. But Liu Nan didn't care about this, he picked up the lotus white and took a sip, and then continued to write again.

At this moment, no one went over to disturb him, and they didn't dare to go over to disturb him.

"The pavilion is exquisite, and there are many fairies among them.

There is a character that is too true, and the appearance of snow skin is uneven.

Jin Que West Chamber, knocking on the jade, transferred to the small jade to report the double success.

Hearing that the emperor of the Han family made him, he was frightened in the Jiuhua tent. ”

The gorgeous and delicate pavilion is held up by colorful clouds, and there are countless fairies with light and feminine bodies.

Among them, there is a person whose characters are too true, her skin is like snow, and she looks like a flower, as if she is the Liang Guifei that the king is looking for.

The messenger came to the west of the golden gate and knocked on the gate of the jade-withered courtyard and called softly, and the courtyard of the immortal mansion had to be reported through the tosses.

When Taizhen heard that the king's messenger had arrived, he woke up from his richly embroidered tent.

"Liang Guifei, formerly known as Liang Yuzhen, but because Taoism was prevalent at that time, the other party had a Taizhen Taoist name.

Many people may not know this, so I will explain some of them to you in this place.

And what to say about this poem so far, I don't want to read too much, just keep reading.

I don't think this story will go on like this, and there will be a big twist in the future.

Sir's work is not to praise Emperor Zhao. I know you know that.

Otherwise, the beginning of this poem will not come back with a sentence about the Han Emperor's heavy color and devotion to the country. is a person with heavy colors, and he is also a person who is also how to say it, don't say anything superfluous, everyone understands it yourself. ”

After Huang Lun finished speaking, he stopped continuing.

After all, in the final analysis, the emperor is still a big man, so let's save some face.

Otherwise, if the above is really unhappy, he Huang Lun can't do anything.

And that's when new content appeared.

It came very quickly, very quickly.

Seriously, this poem feels like the whole poem, which is completely in Liu Nan's mind, and he doesn't need to think about it at all.

The clothes pushed the pillow up and back, and the silver screen of beads and foils opened.

The cloud sideburns are half new to sleep, and the flower crown is not neat.

The wind blows the fairy robe fluttering, like a neon dress and feather dance.

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

"Holy, what the hell...... I don't know how to describe it, I'll translate it first.

Put on your clothes, push away the pillow, and go out of the sleeping tent, and the beaded curtains and silver screens continue to open one after another.

I just woke up with a half-combed cloud bun, and I didn't have time to comb my makeup and walked out of the hall with a flower crown.

The gentle fairy wind blows the sleeves and flutters slightly, just like the neon clothes and feathers of the noble concubine back then.

Tears flowed long on the face of loneliness and sorrow, like pear blossoms with rain in spring.

Seriously, seeing this place, I would like to ask everyone, do you think the rhetoric of this poem is gorgeous, is it unique in ancient and modern times?

I think that even if it is Mr. himself's own work, it may only be able to spell this poem on the rhetoric of the pipa line just now.

Anyway, in thousands of years, I have never seen such gorgeous poems.

Especially this sentence, Yurong is lonely and tears are dry, and pear blossoms bring rain in spring. What the hell I'm really writing is amazing.

Writing about beauties, it has to be our husband. Sure enough, the gentleman who can write is like a frightening and graceful dragon, and he writes the gentleman who is still holding the pipa and half covering his face, he is really invincible in writing beauties!

The first in heaven, only he is.

Imagine the beauty of the pear blossoms in full bloom stained with spring rain, which is really indescribable.

And at this moment, Mr. compares the concubine to this, I can really only say one word. ”

Yes, it's amazing, everyone is blown away.

This poem is really amazing! Especially the last sentence, it really makes people can't help but think of the beauty of pear blossoms.

At this moment, someone suddenly thought of something.

"I suddenly thought of Mr.'s eternal quatrain, suddenly like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms.

Really, this sentence at this moment is similar to this pear blossom spring with rain! Damn, I'm blowing up right now.

I declare that this poem will henceforth be one of my favorites. ”

"Good guy buddy, you like it so much, you have the ability to memorize it?"

"Uh...... I like what the hell, isn't it fateful?

After memorizing such a poem, I just want to say that this is going to die of the.

Ahem, I think this poem will definitely make it into the textbook.

When the time comes, these children will suffer old sins, right? ”

"Ahem, I think it's good because I don't have to deal with this kind of torture.

Seriously, this poem is so scary, it's all close to a thousand words, right? Can that kid memorize it? ”

"Good guy, it's not easy, just come one by one."

"Do you have the ability to come?"

"Don't don't, I can't afford it, let's stop joking."

"Okay, okay, stop discussing, new content has appeared."

"Gazing at the king with affection, one voice and 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. ”

When Xue Pujia recited these few sentences, everyone was excited at this moment.

The reversal is coming, it must be the reversal, isn't it?

This poem must be coming to an end.

Gazing at the envoy of the Son of Heaven affectionately, he thanked the king deeply, and Ma Weipo's face was dim after a long farewell.

The marriage in the Zhaoyang Palace has long been cut off, and the loneliness in the Penglai Palace is still very long.

Looking at the world from the fairyland, I can't see the haunting Chang'an, I only see the vast dust and mist.