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The princess also made this visualization, and the clever smile made Yang Xuan's heart flutter, and he suddenly had an urge to hold him in his arms and love her, looking at the fairy-like beauty in front of her, a satisfied smile appeared on her face......

The years have passed, and before I knew it, the two had known each other for more than a few months.

One hundred and twenty-one years of the Da Luo calendar, in the golden autumn of September, the most favored princess of the Da Luo Dynasty Luo You's wedding, the son of the South Wangfu of Zhaozhen, Yang Xuan, who was the best of the same age, was the concubine, and on the auspicious day, His Majesty Luo Tian personally presided over the wedding, and the ministers congratulated and celebrated together.

Another year, I was happy to hear that Princess Luo You was happy, and she was happy with Yang Xuan's family, and Li Yiru was even more overjoyed as a mother-in-law, eating and clothes, taking care of everything, and even sent away the maid next to Luo You, and went into battle in person, which shows how happy she is.

That evening, Luo Youduan sat in the house and watched her husband recite poems in front of the desk.

"There is a woman who is quiet, not like the world, with a world-like posture, and a pitiful voice...... Is this written to me?" Luo You's heart was sweet and asked softly.

Yang Xuan was stunned for a moment, and a smile appeared on his face, "If Madame likes it, I will give it to Madame."

"Hehe, it's okay, don't regret it, so I don't care about your ...... drawing"

"En?" Yang Xuan was startled, and felt more and more wrong in his heart, and the happy lady in front of him seemed to suddenly reveal a playful look, "What did you just say?"

"I, I said, thank you," Luo Youqiao smiled, and her beautiful face was full of joy and happiness.

"Oh......" Yang Xuan was slightly lonely, his expression and heart at the moment, even he didn't know why he was like this, "Be polite to your husband." ”

I didn't say anything all night, and I fell asleep quietly.

The wind outside the window gently stirred the branches, green new shoots, yellow autumn leaves, chirping sounds, it seems to have changed several waves of warblers, and I don't know how many springs, summers, autumns and winters have changed......

The king of Zhennan is now dying, and when it comes to the time of retirement, Yang Xuan's two elder brothers are in charge of the Southern Regions army at this time.

Yang Xuan and Luo You's child has grown up, and the name is forgotten, which means forgetting sorrow and avoiding troubles.

Forget worry and his father, happy writing, brilliant at a young age, father and son often dance together to make ink, calligraphy and painting life, Luo You is on the side happily looking at the two of them, from time to time because of the long verses, choking to the right, every time, she will smile, insert into it, and do the peace.

"In my life, maybe I will have fun from the ordinary, meet a good wife and beautiful family, accompany my parents and parents, and live happily...... But I always felt like something was missing...... What's missing?"

In his spare time, Yang Xuan always leaned on the railing alone, looked at the sky and sighed, his temperament rose, and he recited three or two short sentences, but at this moment, he didn't have that thought.

In the past ten years, I have been thinking about it every night, and every time in the middle of the night, I will be awakened by a dream, which has a strange origin.

This dream seems to be due to the prophecy and legend of the early days, the year of the dancing spoon, his body is flying in the air, overlooking the rivers and mountains in this world, the mountains and rivers are broken between waving his hands, looking back at the spring of the grass and trees, the golden thunder that is wrapped in the palm of his fingers, quite a sense of wonder.

"It's a myth, but why does it feel so real......

"Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, butterflies dream of Zhuang Zhou, I really don't know what a dream is, what is true" Yang Xuan sighed, but his handsome face changed from the stagnation of the past, and there was a little more vicissitudes of life and vanity in the world.

As soon as he thought of this, Yang Xuan suddenly became poetic.

"How dare you ask the immortals in a dream?

"Now the world is falling, how do you know that there is a blue sky outside the sky?

"Husband's talent" abruptly, Luo You's voice came into Yang Xuan's ears, "What's the trouble with Husband?"

Yang Xuan smiled indifferently and said softly, "Madame is too worried, and I just feel it."

"Hehe, that's the case, hurry back to the house, this late autumn cold wind is biting, and I'm still talking about learning poetry and songs with you."

"This kid...... Hehe, let's go back to the house" After speaking, Yang Xuan stretched out his hand to hold Luo You's slender waist and walked towards the house, after leaving, the position where he was standing suddenly had a flash of brilliance, and a faint golden color appeared, flowing like water waves, imprinting the poems recited by Yang Xuan before in mid-air, and then slowly dissipated.

......

It is a few years, a snap of a finger passes, a small forget of worries and the year of standing, the position and the ministers, when the Emperor Daluo died, the world is vegetarian, the new emperor ascended the throne, and the Zhennan Wangfu was also in the following months.

On the bed, Yang Wenchang, the former king of the Great Luo Army God Town, was so pale that his face was extremely pale, and several old women sobbed in trembling voices, sitting side by side in front of the bed, one of them holding his hand tightly.

The children and grandchildren also stood in the room, their expressions full of sadness.

"Ahem, what are you crying about? I, Yang Wenchang, have this life, and I am more like a beautiful family, full of children and grandchildren, and my life is worth it, haha, cough cough ......"

"Husband, keep quiet, your body is important" Li Yiru's old voice was full ......of worry, her eyes moistened, and she rubbed Yang Wenchang's dry arm one by one, and tears slipped down like pearls with broken threads.

"Dad, hello and rest, the next person is already decocting the medicine, wait a minute, ......"

"No need" Yang Wenchang interrupted Luo You's words with a difficult wave, his eyes looked at the people in the house again, and then looked at the roof blankly.

"Ahem, Rong Ma I, I have experienced a lot of vicissitudes in this world, and it's time to take a break......" As soon as these words came out, a room of children cried into tears.

"Hao'er, Yu'er, and Xuan'er have also become Angzang men, and they can take on the responsibilities of everyone in the small family, all the ladies, ashamed of their husbands, and now I'm afraid they have to take the first step"

"Both...... Ahem, don't cry, if there is an afterlife, I only want to continue my marriage with you, I am afraid...... Hehe, you don't look down on me, a martial artist who can only fiddle with his fists and feet......"

"My husband is too worried, in the next life, I will definitely join hands with you, no matter whether you are poor and glorious, no matter how you learn literature and martial arts, we will never abandon ......"

"Hehe, so...... Just ...... In the mortal world, let's stay nostalgic for a little longer, I, Yang Wenchang, will still ride a horse and whip down below, lay a foundation, and when the time comes, ...... Let you follow me and enjoy the blessings again...... Okay?"

"Okay, good," the ladies claimed that they were, crying hysterically, tears wet their clothes, and a drop fell to the ground, splashing brilliantly.

"No...... Don't cry, cough cough...... Husband, husband...... "Went to "a crooked head, a generation of famous generals in Daluo, the god of the iron-blooded army, driving the crane to the west, the age of ancient rarity."

On this day, the bell rang seven times, and the whole house was full of silence, and people mourned.

Seven days later, in the mourning hall, the three ladies sat with filial piety, and when the day dawned, they all stopped their voices, and since then they have been far away from the world, accompanied by red dust, which is in response to the original sentence, "I have been nostalgic for a while, let you be down the horse, but someone must appease the trivial ......"

The grass and trees withered for a while, the north and south Feiyan returned, and inadvertently it was a few years of spring and autumn, and the change was not very clear, that is, the dying old man was replaced by Yang Xuan.

Forgetting worries and becoming a family, having an heir, a similar scene was staged again, Yang Xuan and Luo You walked peacefully, and hugged each other and slept peacefully in the sobbing sound of all family members.

Outside the Imperial City of Daluo, a high mountain, climb to the top to overlook the beautiful scenery of the common people, look at the wind and clouds in all directions, just here, under a lush weeping willow, a new tomb towers, leave a name on the stele, "secular couple, Yang Xuan Luo You's tomb" has no name, no payment, not even into the ancestral shrine, just so ordinary, just like his life encounter, falling into the ordinary.

The mountain breeze blew down, blowing down a handful of loess in front of the grave, accompanied by the vast scenery of heaven and earth, I don't know where it drifted to.

......

......

A valley, just like the previous peaceful scenery, stone bridges flowing water, warblers and birds, quiet and noisy.

On the verdant grass, there was a handsome young man lying flat, a kind of clear and comfortable, quiet and majestic breath wandering by his side, slowly opening his eyes, deep eyes restrained vicissitudes.

Suspiciously, he looked at everything around him, moved his hands and feet, turned his head, and for a long time, he seemed to realize something, and sighed, "I have spent my life ...... a dream."

The young man sighed in his heart, "It's hard to distinguish between the true and the false, hehe, I didn't think that I, Yang Xuan, would have done the sage Zhuang Zhou's thing."

Yang Xuan's fists clenched slightly, but suddenly he froze somewhere, the feeling of emptiness in his body stimulated his mind, he closed his eyes and felt it, there was really no trace, the true yuan, the divine thought, the golden thunder, and even the feeling of physical fullness after the transformation no longer existed.

"Hehe" Yang Xuan shook his head and smiled bitterly, and actually laughed out loud suddenly, "In the end, it's just a flower moon in the water, so, it seems that the scene in the dream is real......"

Once back to the ordinary, it was not so much that this kind of ups and downs gave him insight, but that dream, which gave him some comfort in advance, "Everyone in the world is looking for immortals, but they don't know that the most beautiful thing has been lost"

"Three or five people, poems, wine, tea and paintings, a life of happiness, wealth and health, even if the reputation is prominent, only a hundred years later, it will eventually turn into loess, except for the tentacles of the cool tombstone, I am afraid that there is nothing else in this world to prove its existence...... The scenery is also extremely beautiful."

Yang Xuan stood in place, looking around at the picturesque scenery around him, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his steps unconsciously moved forward, he did not deliberately choose the direction, everything was extremely natural.

His so-called beauty is the beauty of the ordinary, Yang Xuan has always wanted to see the scenery at the top, but he has ignored the scenery that is the easiest for him to obtain......

In the verdant valley, Yang Xuan's footsteps did not stop, looking along the way, warblers and birds were flying, the shadows of the trees were swaying, the streams were flowing, and the breeze between the trees was blowing, like lovers, gently touching his cheeks, and his feet stepped out of the grass with shallow traces, not knowing where to go.