The beginning of the Tang Dynasty married Wu Zetian
It was a bit pretentious at first, but gradually, Yang Fan also integrated into the context of the words.
Thinking of relatives and friends separated by more than a thousand years, I can't help but feel sad.
Yes, it has been more than half a year since I arrived in Datang without realizing it. I wonder if they are okay?
As the saying goes, we miss our loved ones even more during the festive season, not to mention the Mid-Autumn Festival when the whole family gets together.
I came to the Tang Dynasty alone, and from the initial hesitation to now I am gradually settling down, seemingly carefree and indifferent, but who can know the sorrow in my heart?
The longing for relatives and friends will not diminish at all because of the comfort and luxury of life, but will become stronger and stronger day by day.
The people who come here are all scholars. Although scholars always look down upon each other, how can they not understand the deep feeling of longing in this poem?
Generally speaking, no matter what kind of poetry is written, there will always be criticism from other literati. However, Yang Fan's recitation of Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou. When Will the Bright Moon Come" deeply touched everyone's hearts.
Those who are far away from home can't help but feel a deep sense of longing, while those who are close to home can't wait to go back immediately to spend the autumn evening with their families.
Some people even secretly wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes with the corners of their sleeves, leaving only the slightest trace of their red eyes.
Li Ke also had a sad look on his face at this time, thinking that he would be leaving for Anzhou after Qiuxi, and he didn't know when he would be able to see his mother and concubine again.
Xibeihuo's eyes were red, and his sharp shoulders were shaking slightly because of his soft sobs. A pair of beautiful eyes silently looked at Yang Fan, so charming that it attracted pity.
Kong Yingda looked excited and kept mumbling something while holding the poem in his hand. Even Xu Jingzong, who had just lost face, fell into deep memories.
At this time, Wu Meiniang's eyes were filled with affection and her eyes were blurred. She stood up involuntarily, her pretty face flushed and she gently leaned against Yang Fan's shoulder.
A pair of small hands held Yang Fan's arm tightly, as if they were afraid that he would fly away like a legendary immortal.
There were mutterings, soft choking sounds, and even many people wandering around as if they were out of their minds. The scene was a bit strange for a while.
Yang Fan was the first to come to his senses. Seeing everyone's crazy gestures, he finally felt the charm of ancient poetry for the ancients.
Ancient poetry is a product that entrusts the spiritual world of ancient literati. I didn't understand why these poems could be passed down for thousands of years and remain in decline. Now I have a profound understanding of it.
But what he admired even more was that Su Shi was indeed extraordinary. No wonder that once "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" came out, all other Mid-Autumn Festival poems bowed to him.
Without disturbing everyone's interest, he quietly took Wu Meiniang and Xiao Douding and turned around and went downstairs.
"What's the name of this word?"
Just as he was about to walk out of Wangyue Tower, Kong Yingda's trembling voice came from behind.
""Shui Tiao Ge Tou. When will the bright moon come""
After saying that, Yang Fan turned around and left calmly, leaving only an elegant figure to everyone.
It wasn't until his back disappeared from his eyes that Kong Yingda withdrew his gaze and murmured to himself: "There are ten talents in the world, but Zhongyi Bo has only eight. This boy can be called a genius in the world, and his future is limitless."
Although everyone heard Kong Yingda's praise, no one refuted it.
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Beautiful poems are as intoxicating as drugs, which is why the ancients said that there are romantic talents, even women like Wu Meiniang are no exception.
Back in Chang'an City, Wu Meiniang was still looking at Yang Fan with blurred eyes, tenderness in her eyes.
After handing Xiao Douding to Wu Shun, Yang Fan helped Wu Meiniang, who was as weak as a bone, back to the master bedroom in the backyard.
Looking at Wu Meiniang's beautiful eyes like waves, she was obviously moved. She put her arms around Yang Fan's neck, put her lips to Yang Fan's ear, and murmured: "Mr. Lang, let's consummate the marriage."
Feeling Wu Meiniang's smooth and soft body, Yang Fan was a little surprised.
Although everything except the last step had been done, Wu Meiniang had never done such a thing during the day.
In the past, even intimate actions were only dared after the lights were turned off.
Is this poem really so charming?
Thinking of this, Yang Fan couldn't help but teased: "It's daytime now, Mei Niang has to think carefully. Although the husband is unparalleled in charm, you can't be so sexy, right?"
Wu Meiniang covered her pretty face with her hands and was a little shy, then she said coquettishly: "Mr. Lang...it doesn't matter whether it's day or night, do you want Mang Jun? If you don't want it..." she looked at the cute look with pursed lips.
Sister Ni, who can bear it if you are a man? No matter if he is a beast or worse than a beast, call him whatever you like!
If such a situation does not excite the husband, how can he reflect the prestige of the head of the family in the future.
Her Majesty Queen Wu Zetian is indeed different from ordinary women. She is worthy of being a generation of emperors holding the sun and moon in her hands. She is straightforward, bold and domineering in everything she does, and is not sloppy at all.
Why do you care so much when the arrow is on the string?
Because it was daytime, the sun shone through the glazed windows in the house, and her hair was all visible. Wu Meiniang, who was so domineering just now, closed her eyes tightly, and her long hair was trembling slightly.
The breeze rustled, and along with the chirping of birds, a beautiful melody sounded in the backyard, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes deep.
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Wu Shun, who was coaxing Xiao Douding to have a lunch break in a side room in the backyard, heard the singing and quickly closed the door.
It's just that the singing seemed to be extremely penetrating, and the wooden door couldn't stop the melody at all. Wu Shun couldn't help but tighten his hand holding Xiao Douding.
After placing the little bean sprouts on the couch and covering him with a thin quilt, his body suddenly felt as if all his strength had been drained, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.
How dare they do it in broad daylight? Don't be quiet either!
However, he involuntarily moved to the position where the singing was clear, and his ears perked up.
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At the beginning of the night, in the master bedroom in the backyard, Yang Fan and Wu Meiniang were chatting with each other, whispering in their ears.
Under the maid's clothes, Wu Meiniang managed to get up and put on her clothes.
There is no way, today is Qiu Xi, and as the mistress of the house, she has to show her face no matter what.
What's more, Yang and the others are still at home, but Wu Meiniang's pretty face can't help but heat up just thinking about the absurdity of the whole afternoon.
When instructing Myolie to wait for Wu Meiniang to take a bath, Myolie complained shyly and timidly that Yang Fan was too cruel, which made Wu Meiniang extremely shy.
Yang Fan on the side was also extremely embarrassed and could only glare at this lawless little maid.
Looking weak and weak, Wu Meiniang waved to Xing'er, pinched her cheek, and said with a chuckle: "Little girl, if you dare to say bad things about me again, sir... I'll see if I don't deal with you... …”
Xing'er was not afraid at all, and even summoned up the courage to ask: "Do you want to do the same to Madam?" She naturally changed her title, her little face full of longing and shyness.
This made Yang Fan stunned. Do little girls nowadays understand this?
After holding back a glance at Xiao He's bean sprouts, Yang Fan held his breath and said, "It's still early!"
Seeing Yang Fan's deflated look, Wu Meiniang giggled and joked: "Oh, Xing'er actually made a name for herself, Lang Jun, hurry up and accept it..."
The little maid was so embarrassed that she covered her face and ran out.
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