Chapter 19: Ninth Master, Can You Remember the Old Man?

I'm Yang Yuhuan.

People always say that I am a bad face,

But how many people know how to be famous?

Why don't I want to be an ordinary woman, with a beloved man, coarse tea and light rice, and live a life like a man ploughing and a woman weaving?

How many people have admired my amazing beauty,

How many people have loved my beautiful face,

How many people are obsessed with my graceful figure,

How many people are jealous of the favor of my king.

Li Bai said to me: "The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon." ”

Bai Juyi praised me: "Looking back and smiling, the six palaces have no color." ”

Du Mu laughed at me: "When I ride the red dust concubine and smile, no one knows that it is a lychee." ”

I have witnessed the best era of the Tang Dynasty, and all the men in this world have fallen for me, even if they are kings!

Talent and power are poured under my neon clothes and feather dance, compose beautiful poems for me, and subvert the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty for me.

Ma Wei went down the slope, facing the resolute back of the Han Emperor, the cold white silk, I was afraid, my heart was dripping blood.

I know that it is the most ruthless emperor's family, but what does the rise and fall of the Tang Dynasty have to do with me? Why does the emperor always lightly push the fault of the prime minister to a woman?

I didn't struggle, and the pain of not being able to breathe could not compare to the cold in my heart!!

I thought I was dead, in the brightest of years. Like Daji, like Bao Xi, in the next tens of millions of years, he was poked in the backbone, leaving behind a sentence of infamy and infamy for the country and the people.

A young man saved me, and I will never forget him, with a clear appearance, a cool demeanor, Xiao Shuxuan, and a clear god.

I have never seen such a man, Li Bai has the reputation of being an immortal, but he is not as good as him in terms of style and bones, his hands, crystal clear, like pearls, like the greatest work of art in the world.

He shook his head and looked at me, with a hint of love and pity in his light eyes: "Your shoulders are too delicate, the rise and fall of this Tang Dynasty should not be borne by you!"

At that moment, I felt as if I had been melted, and I couldn't hold back any longer, and tears poured out like pearls with broken threads, and threw myself into his arms, aggrieved like a child.

What emperors, what riches, at that moment, all disappeared.

What is the life of the world, what is the glory of the Tang Dynasty, what does it have to do with me? I am just a beautiful woman, why don't I yearn for the life of male ploughing and female weaving, Yunshui Zen heart, but the secluded deep palace, the high-walled compound, if I don't fight, I will die.

Like all beautiful girls, I am afraid of old age and death.

The Han Emperor was furious, and Chen Xuanli, the general of Longwu, slashed with his long sword, and layers of soldiers rushed over, and the soaring murderous aura attacked us.

But the young man waved his hand like a fairy, and when I woke up again, I had arrived at the southern frontier that I had been thinking about.

Here, I am no longer a concubine, I am just an ordinary woman, and I am accompanied by the man named Ye Jiuxuan.

I danced for him, but there was no more beautiful banquet pool, no more hustle and bustle of guests, but those were not important at all.

As long as he's here, I'm at ease.

I talked to him about the prosperity of the past, and felt that wealth was like smoke, he just smiled, and his cold eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the long river of time.

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I no longer like the rich peony, began to love the tranquil lotus, soon you planted lotus flowers for me in Nanshan, those days with you lingering under the flowers, chanting poems, is the most beautiful years of my life.

I used to be a strange woman who was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and songs.

I used to think that Li Longji gave me the greatest happiness as a woman, but when I looked back, I realized that in fact, he just treated me as a pet, a beautiful vase, or an accessory that fell around my waist, and I was amazed by the beauty of the moment, but I got tired of it one day. The change in Ma Weipo just made this day come a little earlier.

And you have given me the most perfect love a woman has ever imagined.

It's just that you're finally leaving, you're the hero who stepped on the seven-colored clouds, I'm just an ordinary weak woman in the mortal world, I know I can't keep you, so I say goodbye to you with a smile.

Maybe my smile was too poignant, and I saw a hint of reluctance in your eyes, but you still left, and you said you wanted to explore your own way.

Later,

I built a temple on the South Mountain, the Temple of the Morning and Dusk.

The implication is that the morning and twilight, thinking of the king.

I burn incense and pray day and night, hoping that Heaven will let me see you again.

You once said that you are a character that Destiny can't control, but I want to let Destiny tell you all my thoughts.

As the days passed, my thoughts about you became thicker and thicker, and I was afraid that I would never see you again, and I was afraid that my face would have aged when I saw you again.

I don't want to die, I don't want to be old, I ask God to give us another fate.

I visited Kyushu, visited Yin and Yang, asked the Dao Law, and finally, got the art of ice sealing, if I failed, I would sleep in the most beautiful years, if successful, Yuhuan will be a thousand years later, and then dance a song for the nine masters!

Ninth Master, it's been more than a thousand years, do you still remember the old man?

My face has not changed, only because of you.

- Yunu

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Little Heavy Mountain, Acacia

A kind of acacia for more than a thousand years,

A little affection, the most endless.

Why don't you look back?

Where the willow is, envy the branch in vain.

For three cups of tea,

The cup is self-reliant, and it is not worth boasting.

In this life, he indulges in wine and caresses the lute,

Obsessed, only willing to plant lotus.

Ninth Master, I came from thousands of miles to your thousand-year-old appointment, and I have no regrets in this life.

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