Although Tang Shan was just a housekeeper with a humble status, he had followed Tang Xingrui for decades and was well-informed and thoughtful.

Wang Hai looked sideways at Xiao Wei Zi, dumbfounded, his eyes blurred.

Shao Shuaifeng stared in shock, as if waking up from a dream, and looked at Xiao Wei Zi blankly.

Xiao Weizi acted as if there was no one else around, and sang with the sad music of the piano: "Red hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is bad, joy is thin, a cup of sadness, and a few years away. Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! --

--------Spring is as old as before, people are thin and empty, tears are stained red, and the silk threads show through. Peach blossoms fall, and the pavilion is idle. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo! Mo! Mo!----

-The world is thin and human beings are evil. Flowers fall easily when the rain comes at dusk. The wind dries at dawn and tears remain. I want to write down my thoughts and speak alone on the side rails. Difficult! Difficult! Difficult! ---------- People are different, and today is not the same.

Yesterday, the sick soul was as long as a thousand-year-old rope. The sound of the horn was cold, and the night was dark. I was afraid of being asked, so I swallowed my tears and pretended to be happy. Hide it! Hide it! Hide it! ----------"

The sound of the piano is sad, the singing is melancholy, and the lyrics are beautiful and touching.

Tangshan felt restless and worried.

He thought about how he had followed Tang Xingrui for half his life. Although he had no worries about food and clothing, he had no wife or children. Even in his middle age, he was still lonely. Unconsciously, he felt sad and burst into tears. He felt that he had really wasted his life.

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His whole body was trembling, his eyes were confused, and he kept crying. Suddenly he felt exhausted both physically and mentally and tired of the world, so he had the idea of ​​​​cutting off his hair and becoming a monk.

He was thinking so wildly that he was crying and tearing his hair randomly, as if he had gone to the pure land of Buddhism and cut off his hair to become a monk.

Wang Hai felt sad as he listened to Xiao Weizi's music and sad songs.

He thought that in order to save his life, he surrendered to the Japs; in order to please the Japs, he gave his thirteenth wife to the Japs officers for fun. The old mother at home cried her eyes out because of this and almost died on a hunger strike.

Then, he thought that he was already forty years old. Although he had been prosperous, he was now living under the fence of the Japanese. He was lonely and humiliated. He was not even as good as a Japanese wolf dog. He lived a useless life and died unjustly.

Wang Hai was extremely depressed and suddenly burst into tears. He held his head in his hands and squatted on the ground, feeling extremely sad.

Accompanied by the music of the piano and the tragic song, Shao Shuaifeng stood up and knelt on the ground again. While crying, he kowtowed to the photo of "A large photo of Tang Xingrui and Kenji Doihara" hanging in the middle of the hall of the Tang family.

Although his forehead was broken and bloody, he still made a "dong dong" sound from the knock, and said in tears: "Mother---you know better, the child is finally married, woo woo hoo ---

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"Dong dong dong-------"

At this time, a beautiful girl, about 20 years old, with a graceful figure, wearing a red cheongsam, ran downstairs from the second floor.

She stepped up and down, her cheongsam was slit, revealing her long and beautiful legs.

Her high heels clicked on the wooden stairs, making a "dong-dong" sound.

She has short hair and ears, clear black and white eyes, a medium-sized forehead, a round face, a straight nose but not arrogant, a slightly pointed and rounded lower jaw, clean and tender skin, towering peaks, a slender waist, and she is as beautiful as the reborn concubine Yang Guifei.

generally.

This girl is really the eldest lady of the Tang family----Tang Shishi!

Tang Shishi didn't want to see Wang Hai, so she hid on the second floor.

However, Xiao Weizi chanted to the wind and moon again and again, which made her upset, so Tang Shishi tiptoed to the stairs and looked at Xiao Weizi in the lobby on the first floor, wanting to see what it was about Xiao Weizi who was so arrogant and unrestrained.

Who is it? What does it look like?

Unexpectedly, Xiao Weizi put down his teacup and started playing the piano and singing along.

The music he played was extremely sad, and the words he sang were extremely sad.

The poems of the Tang Dynasty are imaginary as the music plays.

Unknowingly, her heart followed the ecstasy music and gradually fell into a dream, feeling sad from it.

And this was Xiao Weizi's method of luring her out to meet him.

The lyrics of the song played and sung by Xiao Weizi were originally written by Lu You.

When Lu You was young, he and his cousin Tang Wan were childhood sweethearts. They had similar interests and were inseparable after marriage. However, Lu You's mother did not like Tang Wan and forced Lu You to divorce Tang Wan.

Later, Tang Wan remarried Zhao Shicheng and died of depression soon after.

When Lu You visited Shen Garden in sorrow, he wrote the poem "Red Sustained Hands" for Tang Wan with tears in his eyes.

Xiaoweizi used his side-door crooked skills to play and sing, accompanied by desolate sounds and melodies. Everyone who listened felt their souls leave their bodies and their minds and brains were confused.

Therefore, whether it is Tangshan, Wanghai, Shaoshuaifeng, or Tang poetry, they are all filled with tears like rain and sorrow, as if they were traveling at night.

At this moment, Tang Shishi ran downstairs and threw herself on Xiao Weizi's shoulder with mixed feelings. She hugged Xiao Weizi's neck tightly with her slender hands and cried sadly: "Uuuuuuuu --- ---Cousin-----We will never be separated again--even if we die! Wuwuwuhu-------"

Her heart followed the melancholy music and entered the desolate state of Lu You's sad journey to Shen Garden.

"Cousin------is it really you? I miss you so much-------I miss you so much! Well, we will never be separated again, even if we die!" Xiao Weizi abandoned the piano and turned sideways, He held Tang Shishi in his arms, caressed her hair, and murmured.

But he thought in his heart: The beauty in his arms must be Tang Shishi!

Haha----Miss Tang is indeed a beauty with elegant temperament!

So cool!

So cool!

Tang Shishi has already thrown herself into my arms before she even knows me!

Haha----This world is so good!

Shishi, my good Shishi, hold me tight!

Hug me tighter!

Xiao Weizi originally came to help Wang Hai pick up girls, but because of his competitive spirit, he stayed in the Tang Dynasty. Now that he saw that Tang poetry was indeed rich and beautiful, he had the idea of ​​​​appropriating Tang poetry as his own.

He hugged Tang Shishi tightly and rubbed his chest against Tang Shishi's breasts. He felt refreshed and thought happily: From now on, the young master will accompany Wang Hai to Tang's house more often. This will not only make that idiot Wang Hai happy, but also I can get Tang Shishi. poetry.

As the saying goes, before the soldiers and horses are moved, food and grass go first. As long as the young master finds a rich girl like Tang Shishi, my eldest brother's army will at least have no worries about food and grass for now, and there will be people escorting these food and grass out of the city and into the mountains.

Haha, beautiful!

I never thought that Wang Hai, a lackey, could also contribute to me!

The world is so vast and full of wonders!

Hey, I have such a clever plan. A hundred years from now, will someone write this plan into Sun Tzu's Art of War?
Chapter completed!