Recently, Hongyunlou released a new song called "When Will the Bright Moon Come?"
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine.
I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky.
I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places.
Dancing clear shadow, like in the world.
Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless.
There should be no hatred, why should we be reunited when we say goodbye?
People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times.
Nung, moon and new moon. "
Fang Shiqing hummed softly while instinctively tightening his clothes. It was a cold winter night, and she wondered if she would like to dance.
She glanced at the moon buds in the sky. The faint moonlight was weak and weak; the clear light was cold and seemed to have endless poetic and picturesque qualities. I think that I hope that people will live forever, and sharing the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away is probably what I want at this moment.
Was the person who wrote this song the same as he is now? On a cold winter night, alone outside, he would send his love to the bright moon?
How talented and deep this person must be to be able to write such a vivid song.
I heard that Sour Scholar once wrote a song for Hongyunlou. Could it be that he wrote it?
If it was written by him, which girl was he thinking of at that time?
Is it yourself?
impossible.
She decisively denied it.
Because they live under the same roof every day, they are both bored, but as for missing each other? The emotion between them was obviously not enough to make him miss her so much.
Did he write it for another woman?
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t habitually touched his waist, his fingertips touched the blunderbuss, and then he remembered that the sword was on his back.
She pulled back.
I thought that I could never do anything to him again. Even if I was not kind and gentle, I could no longer speak harshly to him, let alone use fists, feet, or swords.
Men, the most indispensable thing is shortcomings.
The ancients knew that no gold is pure and no man is perfect, so why can't we tolerate him?
"Ma'am, do you know who wrote this song?"
Ximen Feixue stepped forward.
Fang Shiqing glanced at him.
"It was written by the master," Ximen Feixue said.
"How do you know?" Fang Shiqing finally spoke.
"I was there at that time. He wrote the lyrics and asked the master to compose the music for Mr. Dou. At the end, he lamented that all the beautiful love is in the songs, but the reality is so unbearable. Alas, maybe this is life! "
Ximen Feixue imitated Kong Fang's melancholy look and looked up at the sky.
Originally, Fang Shiqing was very angry when she first heard that "When Will the Bright Moon Come" was a song written by Kong Fang for Hongyun Tower.
Because she had explicitly ordered him not to associate with people from Hongyun Tower.
But when she heard the last words, the tip of her heart felt as if she was suddenly pricked by a needle. She trembled for a while and felt an unspeakable pain. She thought that he had been tortured by herself in the past six months.
Shiyi was right, he did go too far.
Otherwise, after returning from this battle, his wish will be fulfilled...
"Madam, what are you thinking about? Your breath is so short." Ximen Feixue came up to me again in a humble tone. For a moment, Fang Shiqing seemed to see Kong Fang's face that once disgusted her.
Sure enough, like a master, there must be a servant.
"roll!"
Her spit is like gold, but there is no room for doubt.
Ximen Feixue immediately rolled on the spot and rolled to the side.
Fang Shiqing immediately ordered to set off. Guan Yu glared at Ximen Feixue angrily. If he hadn't provoked the captain, they could have rested a little longer.
They had just caught their breath!
If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't beat him, Guan Yu would definitely teach him how to behave.
The team moved on.
…………
At the end of the fifth watch, Kong just started to feel sleepy. It felt like he had just fallen asleep when a hurried cry came from outside the window: "Hard, Master, hard..."
Master is hard?
Kong Fang's heart trembled. Could it be that Tang Bolong died? It was fine last night, why did he die?
Isn't it going to be windy soon?
Of course, how he failed is not important. The important thing is that these days, anyone can fail, but he can't do it for the time being, because if a lot of things behind him go wrong, he really can't do it without him!
He jumped up and jumped out of bed...
"Slave dog, what are you yelling for?" he yelled.
It was Tang Bolong's voice, full of energy, and it was already dawn outside the window. There are no ghosts in broad daylight, so Tang Bolong must still be alive.
Kong Fang was relieved and wanted to go back to bed to catch up on his sleep. There was a knock on the door.
"Master Kong, my master invites you to come to the courtyard." The voice of the Tang family's maid came from outside the door. Kong Fang hid in the room, winked and scolded Tang Bolong's female ancestor three times before responding.
"Okay, tell Mr. Tang that I will be there soon."
He put on his clothes, dug out the shit from his eyes, and hurried to the Tang family yard. The courtyard was already full of people, with surprise on their faces, pointing and whispering.
Kong Yiji was leading the county soldiers to pour water on the concrete floor.
He came to Tang Bolong's side.
"Kongzhi County, your cement is really amazing. It changed from its normal state overnight and became hard. Is it really not afraid of being soaked by rain in the future?"
"Don't be afraid. No matter how heavy the rain is, no matter how long it is soaked, it will still be as solid as a rock, let alone slurry." Kong Fang replied.
Tang Bolong nodded to express his belief, and then asked:
"Master Kong, what do you mean?"
Kong Fang replied: "It's maintenance."
Tang Bolong frowned slightly and asked, "Does this need to happen every day in the future?"
Kong Fang hurriedly replied: "No, it's not necessary. It won't be necessary until the cement is completely hardened, which will only take three to five days."
Tang Bolong nodded again and did not ask any more questions.
Kong Fang breathed a sigh of relief. If Tang Bolong, like a curious baby, insists on breaking the casserole and asking questions about cement and cement hardening, he can answer it. The question is whether Tang Bolong can understand.
If he wanted him to understand, he had to explain more, and some professional terms and chemical names were like heavenly scriptures to the Daxing Dynasty. How to explain them?
What if he says: Kongzhi County, how did you know about it?
Yes, how did I know?
Does Kong Fang dare to answer that he came from time travel?
Or move out of your identity as a mortal disciple of Taishang Laojun?
It's better to wash up and sleep.
The truth cannot be told.
Deceiving the superior? He doesn't have the guts yet.
Tang Bolong called Kong Fang to the study, and the two closed the door and talked for a long time. No one knows what they said. Anyway, after the two came out of the study, their relationship became a little closer. They no longer referred to each other by their official positions, but as brothers.
Tang Bolong was the elder brother and Kong Fang was the younger brother.
The weather is very cold and the sky is high with few clouds.
Kong Fang stretched himself. This trip was fruitful. He declined Tang Bolong's invitation to stay and was about to return home, but unexpectedly found that Fang Shibo was missing.
"Lao Kong, where is Shibo?"
Kong Yiji glanced at him and stopped talking. Kong Fang suddenly felt "good" in his heart, thinking, could this kid have gotten into trouble?
Then I thought about it, it's impossible. If he got into trouble, why wouldn't there be any movement in the Tang Mansion?
Kong Yiji secretly pointed to the Tang Mansion Garden.
