(forty one)
The little thin man muttered, but his tone was extremely serious.
Of the three of them, Brother A has always been at the top.
Although he is a small man, he is a big ghost.
My brother often says that you have to look beyond the surface to see the essence, and what he sees is the essence.
"You're wrong about that."
"In this family, everything is dominated by your brother Taibai."
"He is a poet who is famous in the Tang Dynasty, and I am a knight who is famous in the world. Wherever he is, I am."
Sunge said with a soft voice and a smile.
Banishing the immortal Li Taibai has always been the value of her existence.
In this world, Li Yueyuan was born for Li Taibai.
Xiaoshoudun shrugged his nose and snorted slightly, his face full of disapproval.
"Brother, Brother Taibai can't live without you."
"You are the real golden thigh in this family."
"The beautiful mountains and rivers, the delicious food and wine, and the poems about his official career, in the final analysis, are not as important to Brother Taibai as to my elder brother."
"Master often says that those in authority are confused, but those on the sidelines are clear-eyed. This is the truth."
"So, as long as I can make my brother happy, that's all."
The little thin Dun narrowed his eyes, rubbed the top of his head against Sunge's palm, and said with satisfaction.
Sun Ge was slightly startled, with mixed feelings in his heart.
If you think about it carefully, Xiaoshoudun can be regarded as having a sharp eye.
When getting along, whoever pays a lot has the initiative, and whoever can advance and retreat freely is the one who takes the initiative.
"You are such a ghost."
"Then when your brother Taibai comes back, I..."
"I'm back?"
"How are you doing?"
In this way, Li Taibai, who was tired of life, appeared in front of Sun Ge unexpectedly.
Not a little preparedness and no trace of worry.
Different from the fairy-like, suave and unparalleled appearance of the past, Li Bai, who returned home now, was stained with a bit of wind and frost, his hair was slightly messy, and his clothes were also covered in dust.
The eagerness to return home can be seen at a glance, but it is also this eagerness that makes people particularly moved.
"When you come back, let's have a banquet with the master from the private school."
"He has made significant progress over this period of time."
"By the way, why are you in such a hurry to get home?"
Sun Ge took Li Bai's luggage naturally and asked with a smile.
Fortunately, Li Taibai didn't hear Xiao Shoudun's words just now, which were confusing to those on the sidelines.
Li Bai pursed his lips, glanced at Cen Xun, who was also panting, and said seriously, "Brother Cen misses the elders in the family."
Cen Xun:......
!?(?_?;?
Is this human language?
Cen Xun's little head was filled with big question marks.
He was thinking about his elders in the family, but Li Taibai was driving non-stop along the way, shining under the stars and the moon?
Li Bai was so filial to his elders, why didn't he know?
Humph, you made a careless friend!
Cen Xun snorted softly and turned away proudly, but then he felt it was inappropriate. "I am really worried, so I hurried on. Please forgive me, Mr. Mingyue."
Sun Ge blinked, his words were a bit full of resentment. Could it be that the famous Master Cen was abandoned by Li Taibai, who had been surrounded by thousands of flowers?
"This is my newly brewed wine. It's called Chang'an Dao. Could you please taste it, Master Cen?"
At Sunge's signal, Xiaoshoudun came over with a jar of wine.
The fragrance of Chang'an Road is overflowing, mellow yet unassuming. It seems that people can appreciate the beauty, prosperity and liveliness of Chang'an from the aroma of wine.
Cen Xun's eyes lit up, he rubbed his hands and responded with a smile.
"Master Mingyue's hand must be of high quality. Why should I taste it? This is Cen's honor."
Cen Xun felt that his injured little heart was instantly healed.
Isn't it just traveling under the stars and the moon? He can do it.
Next time something good happens like this, remember to inform him.
Cen Xun hugged the jar of wine, said goodbye to Sunge and Li Bai, and left happily.
Sun Ge did not ask questions all over the place, but waited for Li Bai to take a bath, change clothes and rest for a while.
She knew, no need for her to ask.
Li Bai's voice was like a gentle breeze, and he slowly told Sun Ge about his trip to Henan Province.
There is less restlessness and more relief.
Hanlin worshiped Li Taibai no longer.
"Ah Yue, Taoist Master Sima asked me to say hello to you on his behalf."
Mentioning Sima Chengzhen, Li Bai couldn't help but sigh.
There are rare wise men in the world who can give guidance, but unfortunately they still cannot escape the passage of time.
In this life, I may never have the chance to see you again.
Sun Ge arched his eyebrows and smiled, "Is he in good health?"
To a certain extent, there was an unspoken understanding between her and Sima Chengzhen.
She chose Sima Chengzhen, who also understood her intentions and woke Li Bai up.
There is no falsehood under the great reputation, and Sima Chengzhen deserves the title of master.
Li Bai sighed softly and shook his head, "Even if you hold on, it will only last for two or three years at most."
"I have been practicing Taoism for many years, but I am still a hero. I can't force myself to stay. Ah Yue, do you think there are really immortals at the end of the Taoism in this world? Can I get immortality?"
"For many years, apart from Qian Ye, I have also been visiting famous mountains in search of fairy grass, but still found nothing."
"Brother." Sunge poured the newly brewed Chang'an Dao for Li Bai, and said quietly, "If you believe it, there will be it. If you don't believe it, there will be nothing."
Sun Ge couldn't help but think of the day when the setting sun was like blood. In Zhangtai Palace, the twilight Emperor Shi Huang asked her in a gloomy voice whether there was an immortal immortal in this world.
She and the First Emperor finally changed the outcome of the Qin Dynasty.
Her life was worth it.
"Brother, don't be stubborn."
"When it comes to immortality, it's illusory, so just let nature take its course."
"For example, Taoist Master Sima lived in seclusion in the mountains and practiced Buddhism all his life. At the end of his life, do you feel unwilling to see him? Are you panicked?"
"He has no regrets in his life, and he can deal with the glory indifferently. Life and death are just like home for him."
Li Bai was silent for a moment, knowing that Sun Ge's words were reasonable.
Sima Chengzhen is a true master of the world.
"Ah Yue, I hurried back because Cen Xun was worried about his elders in the family, and so was I."
"I miss Ah Yue and my family."
Sunge blinked and rounded up, she is Li Bai's elder?
"I wonder what my brother plans to do next?"
The emperor in the Ming Palace was unwilling to entrust Li Bai with important responsibilities, but at the same time he was reluctant to part with Li Bai's poetic talent.
Xuanzong hoped that by using the empty post of enshrinement in the Imperial Academy, Li Bai, the banished immortal, would stay in the palace to write lyrics for entertainment.
The huge pear garden is enriched by Li Bai.
"Please resign."
"Your Majesty has a reputation for cherishing talents. If I have already made up my mind to leave, Your Majesty will not force me."
"An Neng is able to bend his eyebrows and bend his waist to serve the powerful, which makes me unhappy."
Li Bai raised his eyebrows and blurted out.
Resign?
feasible.
I just don’t know if Taibai leaves the Hanlin Academy at this time, and when Yang Yuhuan enters the palace someday, who will be able to write lyrics and Qingping tunes for the court musician Li Guinian.
The beauty of the imperial concubine is complemented by the beauty of the people and the flowers.
The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing the threshold, and the dew is thick.
If we hadn't seen him at the top of Qunyu Mountain, he would have met at Yaotai under the moon.
Come to think of it, only Yang Yuhuan's graceful beauty can match Li Bai's Qingping tune, which he wrote three poems in a row after drinking.
The language is colorful and the words are flowing.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
Li Bai's story will end in a few days. If you have any good suggestions for the next world, let me think of them in advance.
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