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Sunge:......
If she saw it correctly, this should be a jewelry box, right?
Don't be stingy when you meet the one you like?
Therefore, her reasonable and considerate parents have automatically defined the scope of her favorite people as women...
As an aspiring sea king, how can fish farming be restricted to gender.
Huh, who said men can't wear hairpins and jade.
Sun Ge, who was possessed by a small money-mad spirit, did not explain and silently accepted the offer.
Li Ke: (?o?;;
If he really accepts it, how should he explain it to his wife when he goes back?
Jewelry is not important, what is important is who should Ah Yue accept the jewelry and give it to?
No wonder Madam has been sighing a lot these days, and occasionally murmuring that she might have more daughters in the future...
Sun Ge, who is rich in wealth, has no idea about the endless twists and turns and thoughts in the heart of Li Ke, an old father.
The angry horse in bright clothes, the sword in white clothes, the years of poetry and wine.
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The calm wind blows and the clouds gather and disperse, and the torrential waves surge up and down the shore.
Autumn is in full swing in Mount Emei, with the moonlight shining brightly, the breeze bright and the stars shining brightly, and the green and towering peaks all over the mountain blocking the noise and smoke from the outside world.
The smoke is vast and the waves are sparkling.
A small boat floats freely in the boundless river, and the bright moonlight shrouds both sides of the river like silver.
On both sides of the river, there are endless mountains.
It is lush and green, with a few unknown birds chirping from time to time, which sounds quiet and lonely.
Clear water and green mountains, white sails and silver moon.
The lone boat in the misty water is particularly eye-catching, as if it comes from the sky and is floating left and right in the surging river.
There is a person on the lonely boat, contented, free and easy.
I saw the man leaning lazily and casually on the bow of the boat, with a smile on his lips and a wine bag in his hand. His eyes were sometimes clear, sometimes confused, half drunk and half awake.
Under the bright moonlight, the glistening river water reflects.
Riding on the moonlight, the faces of the people on the boat gradually became clearer.
A wooden hairpin was loosely inserted into the long hair like splashing ink. The breeze blew by, and the strands moved with the wind, like random and normal water plants under the blue waves.
Willful and powerful.
There seems to be a kind of messy beauty that confuses people's hearts.
Under the moonlight, it looks like an immortal but not an immortal.
What a free and uninhibited handsome young man.
Wearing a white robe, the hem is embroidered with exquisite and clever patterns, just like the snow lotus blooming proudly on the top of the snow-capped mountains.
The oars are on the boat, floating freely.
One hand was casually placed on the side of the boat, unconsciously playing with the clear river water, causing ripples.
There is also a sword on the boat, which glows faintly in the moonlight. It is clear and clear. From a distance, it looks like spring ice on a jade marsh, and up close, it looks like snow on Qiongtai.
When you look up and down, swallow your drink, and whisper a poem, there is a unique scenery.
The night is silent, the birds are singing sadly, and the valley is echoing, but this does not affect the enjoyment of drinking by the people on the boat at all.
"The half-moon in Mount Emei is full of autumn, and the shadows are reflected in the water of Pingqiang River."
When he opens his mouth, he speaks a stunning sentence that is unparalleled and cannot be imitated.
The majestic energy spurts thinly, like a divine dragon flying in the sky.
The eyes of the people on the boat seemed to be blurred and out of focus, but in fact they were always focused on that spot on the shore.
There is also a young man on the shore. He has a good appearance and body, but his temperament is very different.
The people on the boat were drinking alone in the river, looking at the flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water, elegant and lively.
People on the shore...
It’s hard to describe in one word.
There was a large iron pot propped up next to him. There were flames under the pot, and black smoke would come out from time to time. The firewood was burning and crackling.
The disgraced young man was concentrating on confronting a hare.
There is no fairy spirit at all, only a carefree and gangster spirit.
One is a banished immortal with poetry, wine, moon and sword, and the other is a smoky little ruffian.
Rowing does not require oars, it relies entirely on waves.
Hearing the sound of Qing Yue reciting poems from the people on the boat, Sunge muttered angrily, then raised his eyes to look at Li Bai on the boat, who was almost integrated with the moonlight.
So angry!
No wonder Li Bai didn’t sing the last two lines of this Emei Mountain Moon Song.
With her, an all-around little helper, by my side, I no longer miss my hometown or my friends.
Pooh!
A dead scumbag who has changed his mind.
Sunge picked up a small wild fruit and threw it towards Li Bai.
Looking at the half-drunk Li Bai, he reached out to catch it with precision, wiped it gently, and put it in his mouth to chew.
Li Bai:......
How can it be so sour!
When the wild fruit entered his mouth, his teeth touched lightly, and the juice exploded. The endless sourness made Li Bai's face distorted, his facial features wrinkled, and he lost all his immortal temperament.
Sungei: ╮(╯▽╰)╭
She says she is innocent, does anyone believe her?
Ha ha ha ha!
Sunge laughed forward and backward, her laughter hearty and grand, especially comfortable.
People are in high spirits when happy events happen. Sun Ge finished the rabbit in three strokes, five divided by two, and roasted it on the fire. He then focused on looking at the soup in the big iron pot.
Obviously she wanted to follow Li Bai, an early travel blogger, enjoy the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers, and become famous all over the world, but why did she end up surviving in the wild alone?
Li Bai was not angry at being teased, but put the wine bag on his waist, held the oar and rowed towards the shore, taking over from Sunge to roast the rabbit.
Although they are all mountains, each mountain has its own charm.
Daitian Mountain is Daitian Mountain, and Emei Mountain is Emei Mountain. In his eyes, they are equally divided.
Mountains are mountains, and the moon is the moon.
But at this moment, he couldn't tell whether the moon that he had used as a white jade plate when he was young was the real moon, or was the bright moon beside him who was laughing, cursing, and dissolute the real moon?
It is rare in this world to become a close friend with your sister.
Li Bai looked at Sunge, who was leaning against the tree trunk with his legs crossed and a leaf in his mouth, and sighed sadly.
If Dad saw it, he might spit out blood.
"Brother, don't do things half-heartedly."
"The rabbit is almost burnt." Sunge chuckled and said with disgust.
Hearing this, Li Bai smiled, withdrew his gaze, and turned over to paint.
Gradually, the fragrance spreads.
Sunge doesn’t know whether it’s the aroma of meat or the aroma of seasonings, but it’s always tempting and makes people want to stop.
After a while, we were full of wine and food.
Sun Ge lazily rubbed his bulging belly and narrowed his eyes as he watched Li Bai clean up the mess diligently.
This kind of Li Bai is somewhat different from the plot.
But she likes to see such changes.
Immortals can eat the wind and drink dew, but if the immortal drinks dew and eats flower petals, he may have to go on to listen to Li Bai's poems.
As the saying goes, having many skills does not overwhelm the body.
"Brother, when do you want to leave Shu?"
Li Bai pondered for a moment and said calmly, "It's better to hit the sun than to choose a day. Today, we will go along the Yangtze River and head eastward along the Yangtze River. What do you think?"
"Just listen to brother." Sun Ge yawned.
She doesn't care, the oar must be controlled by Li Bai.
She was sleepy and wanted to take a nap.
In 724 AD, the 24-year-old Li Bai set out from the Land of Abundance, and his life of traveling with a sword began.
Li Bai didn't know what was waiting for him, maybe he had an idea, but he was still fearless.
The night breeze is gentle, the river is calm, and the boat is sailing slowly.
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