(Forty-two)
Only Li Bai has this talent.
Suddenly he responded to the call and wrote three poems on the golden flower paper.
The first chapter praises the beauty of the imperial concubine, the second chapter praises the beauty of the beautiful flowers, and the three chapters sing together.
The two famous beauties are in love with each other, and the king looks on with a smile.
Such a romantic, charming and unparalleled god of wealth makes people unable to continue. It is truly unprecedented and has never been seen since.
Thinking of this, Sun Ge felt a little regretful.
"Brother, it's good to have an idea."
What she wants is Li Bai's happiness from beginning to end.
Li Bai nodded in agreement, thinking about how to explain it to His Majesty Xuanzong.
Even though Xuanzong didn't put him in a high position, he still gave him courtesy and favors that were envied by literati all over the world.
All the things that happened when I entered the Daming Palace that day are still the talk of the world.
Although he was not afraid, it would not be wise to anger the emperor.
Sunge didn't know how Li Bai persuaded Xuanzong and escaped unscathed. He only knew that Xuanzong issued an order to give him the gold and return it.
To the world's literati and poets, returning the gift of gold is like returning home in fine clothes and glory.
Li Bai's reputation for banishing immortals not only did not cast a shadow, but instead shone brighter and brighter.
Li Bai stayed in the magnificent Chang'an City for ten years, which was almost impossible for a wandering prodigal.
If it takes too long, you will get bored.
But Li Taibai was like a fish in water and enjoyed it. He even forgot about the gentleman's journey to the kitchen. He would habitually cook sheep and slaughter cows after Sunge brewed new wine to celebrate.
During the knight's journey, the knight holds a sword and kills one person in ten steps.
In the city of Chang'an, Taibai held a knife and cut a lamb with one blow.
The banished immortal is willing to be stained with the fireworks of the mortal world and is unwilling to look back.
In the third year, Sunge and Li Bai received a letter from Li Ke. Li Bai's mother died of illness in the Western Regions.
According to his will, he was buried in the Western Regions and did not return to the Central Plains.
Sungei Li Bai took Xiaoshoudun thousands of miles to the Western Regions to pay his respects.
This was the only time Li Bai left Beijing in ten years.
Xiaoshoudun burst into tears, and Li Bai personally wrote a memorial message with ink and erected a monument to commemorate him.
Sunge stood in front of the tomb in a daze, life and death were unpredictable, it had always been like this.
The exotic beauty who amazed her back then was now sleeping under this yellow soil.
"Ayue, there is no need to be sad."
"Before your death, your mother-in-law was smiling, peaceful and content."
"The Western Region is the destination she longs for, and she has never felt any regrets."
"Ah Yue, your mother-in-law prepared something for you before she died."
Li Ke looked pale and comforted Sun Ge.
No need to be sad?
If there was no sadness, why would Li Ke's white hair pop out? That night when I couldn't sleep, why was the blue-black color under my eyes?
Back at his residence, Li Ke took out the relics one by one.
Each of the three children has a pair of shoes sewn by his own hands. The stitches look crooked, but they are extremely dense.
No need to guess, this is done by dragging the sick body.
Compared with Li Bai and Xiaoshoudun, Sun Ge has an extra set of women's clothing, a little more subtle than the Western Region style, and a little less restrictive than the Central Plains style.
This is her last concern for her children.
Xiaoshoudun hugged the shoes that were obviously much smaller and sobbed softly.
Before he opened his shop all over the Western Region, he and his mother were separated forever and never saw each other again.
In Grandma's memory, he was still the little meaty guy who had lost his teeth a few years ago.
"Brother." The thin boy had a flat mouth and his crying became increasingly difficult to control.
Sun Ge looked at the dress with sore eyes.
Li Ke did not keep the three of them for too long, but urged them to return to Chang'an without any explanation.
The wind and sand in the Western Regions cannot blow away the prosperity of Chang'an.
The Western Region was what he and his wife wanted, not anyone else.
Li Ke opened a tavern in a small town. Businessmen and travelers traveling from north to south could not hear endless stories about various life styles and bizarre things.
This is his choice. It seems miserable, but in fact it is peaceful.
The place on his mind and the people he loves are all here.
As for his children, he has never kept them in captivity, they are enough to spread their wings and fly high in the sky, embrace the moon, and become what they want to be.
Before leaving, Li Ke took Sun Ge and whispered, "Ah Yue, your mother is worried about you the most before she dies."
"She is always struggling. She is afraid that you will live alone, and she is afraid that you will compromise, but in the end she still wants you to have your way."
"No matter what, Aye Aniang is proud of you."
The wine flag of the tavern was fluttering in the wind, the sound of horse hooves was heard, and the wind was blowing yellow sand. The three of them walked farther and farther, and the tavern gradually turned into a small black spot, like an inconspicuous grain of sand.
Whether it is Li Taibai or Li Ke, they have the same free and unrestrained nature.
Their happiness is always beyond the eyes of the world.
In the fifth year, Sunge waited for Pei Yuan in Chang'an. He lived up to expectations. He was in his prime, passed the Jinshi, and became a hot rookie in Chang'an City.
At this time, Mingyue Restaurant had already taken the lead in Chang'an City.
At this time, Pei Yuan became more and more calm and calm, and the shy boy with red ears in his memory completely disappeared in the years.
Pei Yuan looked at the bustling guests in the wine shop, including literati, dignitaries, knights, and ordinary people.
In this Mingyue Winery, you can always find the most suitable wine.
This is Ah Yue's ability, he has always known it.
Pei Yuan sat in the corner of the wine shop, tasting the new wines produced by Mingyue Winery over the years one by one. Looking at the names of the wines, he could even imagine Li Mingyue's mood when he brewed each wine.
Winemaker Li Mingyue has never brewed a wine specifically for him.
It seems that only Li Taibai has such an honor in the world.
If the Tang Dynasty is divided into ten parts, and Li Taibai has nine parts, this is the unquestionable preference given to Li Taibai by Li Mingyue.
It’s blatant and everyone knows it.
In the eighth year, a scandal broke out in the royal family.
Yang Yuhuan, the wife of the longevity king Li Hao, was first ordered to become a female Taoist priest. Later, Xuanzong issued an edict to return her to secular life and become a noble concubine.
For a time, the people were in an uproar.
Even if it is high-sounding and full of fog, Chang'an City, which extends in all directions under the Emperor's feet, never lacks discerning people.
The father seizes his son's wife, and the wife becomes his mother's concubine!
Although the Tang Dynasty was open and tolerant, and the city of Chang'an was inclusive, it blatantly violated human ethics and was still looked down upon by others.
But no matter how much people talk and doubt, they can't stop Yang Yuhuan from being favored, and the Yang family's chickens and dogs ascending to heaven and becoming prosperous.
The Yang family is extremely distinguished.
Xuanzong summoned Li Bai's Qingping Tiao.
Subsequently, the fairy-like beauty of Concubine Yang in Li Bai's works became widely talked about.
In the tenth year, Xiao Shoudun officially took over Sunge's property in Chang'an. Master Mingyue gave up the smell of copper and walked around the world with a true breeze.
This year, Li Taibai was forty-four years old.
This year, Sunge was forty-two years old.
Li Taibai has stood at the pinnacle of the literary world of the Tang Dynasty, like the scorching sun and bright moon, no one can compare with him.
However, neither of them are young anymore.
In the late spring of 744 AD, the third year of Tianbao, this banished immortal who had stayed in Chang'an City for ten years quietly left Beijing.
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