On the terrace halfway up the mountain, you can see the place where the sea and the sky meet. The sky is filled with red clouds and the sunset is infinitely beautiful.
Seagulls preparing to migrate south for the winter, from time to time
"Gaga" exchanged a few words, dotted the vast sky and beach, and the wind was a little noisy. The setting clouds and the solitary owl... Why do the flocks of gulls flying together feel like they are flying around on bricks?
Li Yuanying raised his hand and touched his nose, and was stunned for a moment... Yueyang Tower was changed to "Tengwang Pavilion" by someone. Can the preface to Tengwang Pavilion still appear?
Uh-huh, uh-huh, it's all Wei Zheng's fault for wanting to give up the challenge, so that someone can only use his big moves... At this time, Yueyang Tower was just a city gate tower. It wasn't until Shixian arrived in Jiangxia after returning from Jiangling for a day, and climbed to Yueyang Tower with Xia Twelve, and met The joy of being pardoned has not faded away yet, so I wrote that the geese lead away the sorrow, and the mountains carry the good moon.
Staying in the clouds, receiving cups in the sky. After being drunk, the cool breeze blows and the poem blows people's sleeves back, so it was named Yueyang Tower.
Nine years later, the poet left Huanhua Cottage and wandered all the way. In Kuizhou, he wrote the poem "Under the rustling of falling trees, the endless rolling of the Yangtze River".
Wanli was often a guest in the sad autumn. After a hundred years of illness, he came to the Yueyang Tower alone. He wrote alone that he had no relatives and friends, and that he was old and sick and had a boat... They were still far away from a certain city, unlike the boy who accompanied him to study in the game. In a few years, he will be born, and maybe he will become a companion to the son of Black-bellied Pheasant. No matter the Fighting Cock Fu or the Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion, they should not be annihilated... Maybe someone will ask him to be a companion, or arrange to give it to a certain disciple. Reading companion?
"Uncle, the scenery here is different from that of Dry Leaf Island. It's just that in the vast sea of clouds, where can I see the fairy mountain?" Li Zhi tapped the railing with his hand and asked in endless reverie.
With a "pop" sound, Li Yuanying slapped the back of Li Zhi's head hard, and said angrily: "You idiot, did you see too few naturalized clans in Liu Wang's Protector's Mansion? You actually dreamed about some fairy mountain! Wait until Wei Sanlang goes to Fengli Mainland, let him take you with him, and throw you into that river to feed the fish. Maybe the Dragon King there will see you as handsome and charming, and directly recruit you as his son-in-law, and become the prince-in-law. Live the same life, haha!" Historically, emperors who seek immortality and practice Taoism have never had a good end. No matter how many achievements they have made, the historical pen is like a knife, and the knife will penetrate into the bones. They will be dragged out repeatedly by the historians, writers, network coders of later generations, and exposed to the sun. Three days and three nights and three days and three nights... For those who are very lucky, they will be adapted into film and television dramas. The degree of exposure is not three days and three nights, but nine days and nine days.
In order for you to have a clean and good reputation, a certain girl has changed that charming girl into A'e, and thrown her into the distant Hongze Lake so that you have no chance to meet... This has nothing to do with whether she is good-looking or not. How can a woman who enters the palace be ugly?
The woman who entered the palace...I wonder if that Chunhua is still alive and unyielding...she asked in a low voice: "How is Cui Jieyu doing now?" The virtuous Xu Jieyu's fighting ability is not weaker than Wu Datou. The concubine Xu Xian who had been reformed by the devil, my brother allowed her to send telegrams about trivial matters in the palace when he was out, which shows that he really likes her.
"Uncle, Cui Jieyu can be favored by my mother and be sent to take care of Jinyang, so her strength is certainly extraordinary." Li Zhi quietly took two steps away to avoid being slapped on the back of the head again.
"We have been very busy in the past few years. Not only me, uncle and Aye are busy, but Jinyang is also very busy. Our busyness has given her a chance to breathe. Although she still does not get Aye's attention and... favor , but he was living like a fish in water, and he even recognized his clan with Cui's Qingzhou Mansion." Li Yuanying: "..." After recognizing his clan with Qingzhou Mansion, even if my brother doesn't favor him, he will not throw people into the cold palace easily. Those people in the palace It won't make her feel uncomfortable unless someone orders it.
It is no longer suitable for the black-bellied pheasant to interfere anymore. The best distance between legitimate sons and concubines is to keep a respectful distance.
But it also shows that the beauties in the harem are also very busy and have no time to step on Ba Wu and pamper Jieyu. However, she can still be contacted outside the palace.
For the Shandong gentry, especially the Cui family of Qinghe, recognition of their clan was not something that could be accomplished with a letter or in a short period of time.
The most famous person in Qingzhoufang in the Tang Dynasty was Cui Yuan. Yuan was famous for his fame. When he first heard about the national crisis, he secretly sent people to explore the deep purpose of national loyalty. Knowing that he had a plan to make a fortune, he built more cities, built buildings, and stockpiled various utensils.
The emperor's river pond was round and sparse with the following: "The land of Sichuan is so fertile that it is easy to store supplies." The emperor's secretary cried and said: "In times of chaos, loyal ministers are known." That day, he paid homage to Zhongshu's minister and Tongzhongshu's subordinate Pingzhangshi. Still serving as the Jiedushi envoy of Jiannan.
The so-called national crisis was caused by the Anshi Rebellion. Nishang Sanlang's luck was better than that of Xuanhe's master. Whether it was the Song of Everlasting Regret, Yulin Ling or the Palace of Eternal Life, at least there was still love for future generations to ponder and interpret again and again.
Looking at the little figure feeding seagulls on the beach, he smiled softly and said, "Since Jinyang doesn't care, just let her go. There won't be any waves anyway."
"Ding-a-ling-a-ling, jingle-a-ling-a-ling..." A bell rang from a strange wooden box on the table behind him.
Chuntao glanced at Mudan who was hiding next to Li Yuanying, and rolled her eyes speechlessly. You are not afraid of artillery, why are you pretending to be weak and unable to take care of yourself?
He picked up the wooden handle on the wooden box, which was shaped like a morning flower at both ends, put it to his ear, and whispered: "Xiao Shidu, this slave is a spring peach, and the peony was scared away by the ringing of the bell."
"My lord, can you really hear me?" Mudan tugged on Li Yuanying's sleeve and asked in a timid voice, like a frightened rabbit with red eyes.
"..." Li Yuanying also felt a little confused. If Xiao Sizi behaved like this, I wouldn't be confused or surprised.
But Peony, who is the most handsome with a sword, the most accurate with a gun, a sniper in hand, and as steady as a mountain, would be frightened by the sound of a microphone. Someone was really frightened.
"Your Majesty, Du You and Xiao Shidu are so excited that they are a little incoherent. Do you want... to come and listen?" Chuntao looked at Li Yuanying with crooked eyebrows and said, holding back a smile.
Li Yuanying held Mudan's little hand and called the voice... Forget it, it's still a telephone. There are telegrams and phone calls. Those old foxes in the Political Affairs Hall will not accept this name without any hesitation... He laughed in a low voice: "It's just a name. The instruments used to convey messages are safer than fireworks and the sound is much quieter than artillery. What are you afraid of?" Mudan, whose face was still pale and without makeup, followed Li Yuanying in small steps and whispered in a low voice: "It's not Mr. Yuan. Their telepathic instruments and wooden boxes speak, they are very... strange!"
"..." Li Yuanying didn't expect such a reason and asked doubtfully.
"According to you, doesn't the telegraph box also belong to the category of monsters?" There is no reason to be afraid of the telephone rather than the telegraph. The telephone is smaller and the shape is more...cute.
"You don't need to send a telegram, nor do you need to touch the box." Mudan defended in an even lower voice. Li Yuanying: "..." I really didn't pay attention!
Li Zhi's eyes fell on Li Yuanying's hand holding Mudan...
