After cleaning the jade body, the princess returned to the gorgeous bedroom, and the god had disappeared without a trace. Ai Lang disappeared again! Ah! Ah! Ah! Xian Yi was hoarse, crying sadly, who heard it was sad, and who heard it shed tears. The goddess has a heart, and she will help King Xiang
Unintentionally?
"Yang Hui, did the gods say anything?" the princess asked while crying bitterly.
"Master, the god left quietly, but I guess he will come back to find the princess. Didn't you notice the change in the god? He started to care about you!" Yang Hui replied.
Yes! When her sweetheart starts to care about her, it means that he cares about her. She should live well, live well for her sweetheart, and take better care of herself.
Xian Yi began to sort out the martial arts in the sea of consciousness. She decided to practice hard. It must be for her own good that Ai Lang left the secrets. She could not let Ai Lang down.
"Yang Hui, go and prepare a sword for me. From now on, I will practice well. When I am practicing, you can't let anyone disturb me." Xian Yi ordered Yang Hui.
"Master, don't worry. When you practice, I will personally lead people to protect you and not let anyone disturb you." After saying goodbye, he left to find the sword for the princess.
Princess Xianyi sat on the brocade couch and began to practice Tai Chi magic...
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Yuhuan got her wish and became husband and wife with her husband. From then on, the haze disappeared and she began to live more and more nourishingly. She wishes to be a winged bird in heaven and a twig on earth.
From then on, Yuhuan practiced during the day, and at night her husband played the phoenix harp, while Yuhuan sang "Phoenix in Flight" and danced gracefully. The fish and water were always happy, the harp and the harp were in harmony, and the life was pleasant.
King Shou was originally willing to divorce Yuhuan and give him freedom, but his mother, Concubine Wu Hui, did not agree. King Shou reluctantly replied to Yuhuan, but Yuhuan was noncommittal and believed that her husband would find a way.
Zhang Zhen concealed himself, calmed down, came to Concubine Wu Hui's chamber, and stunned two palace ladies.
"Concubine Wu Hui, do you know who I am?" Zhang Zhen appeared in front of Concubine Wu Hui.
Wow! What a handsome young man! Concubine Wu Hui is a beautiful middle-aged woman. When she first saw Zhang Zhen, who was suave, handsome, refined and elegant, her body was shocked and her heart was moved. It was like a spring breeze blowing in, causing waves to rise on the lake.
Flick the tip of your heart.
Concubine Wu Hui's eyes were full of autumn water, and she was full of affection. She said in the voice of an oriole: "I really don't know whose son you are."
"I am Zhang Zhen, Young Master Xiaoyao!" Zhang Zhen said with a smile. His name is not famous in the world of the Tang Dynasty, so there is no harm in saying it.
Wow! Young Master Xiaoyao’s eyes are deep, and his smile is so kind and charming! I can’t stand it anymore! Concubine Wu Hui’s heart beat faster, her face turned crimson, and her passion was rippling. She couldn’t help herself, so she asked: “Young Master Xiaoyao came to see me, but she wants to be with me.
Happy and happy?"
Zhang Zhen said coldly: "I am a god in the sky, an extraordinary person in the earthly world. I understand your intentions. But there is a gap between immortals and mortals, so I have to live up to the queen's good wishes."
"Are you a god?" Concubine Wu Hui asked in shock.
Zhang Zhen nodded and hung above the palace, his clothes fluttering and his elegance rising from the dust.
When Concubine Wu Hui saw the gods, she was inexplicably excited. Her passion was not extinguished and burned even more intensely. She knelt down and worshiped on the ground and said softly: "I hope the gods will favor my earthly body."
"You and I have no chance! Get up. I have something you need to do!" Zhang Zhen looked majestic.
"Xiaoyao Immortal, what do you need me to do for you? But please give me your orders!" Concubine Wu Hui looked at Zhang Zhen in the sky with affection.
"Your son Yang Yuhuan, the concubine of the longevity king Li Hao, is the Fairy Furong of Heaven. She was originally the wife of my Xiaoyao Immortal. She reincarnated into the mortal world and experienced the sufferings of the human world. She is not allowed to be disrespectful and offensive in the mortal world. I don't know if you don't know, so I'll forgive you for now." Zhang Zhen said sternly.
said.
Concubine Wu Hui was frightened and quickly knelt down to thank her: "Thank you so much for your generosity, the great immortal, for sparing this humble concubine."
Zhang Zhen nodded: "You can come forward to cut off the jade ring and tell Emperor Xuanzong to find a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters in Chang'an City to build the Taizhen Hibiscus Immortal Palace. After the Immortal Palace is successfully built, no one in the secular world can disturb it."
Concubine Wu Hui quickly kowtowed and said, "I sincerely obey the instructions of the Great Immortal Xiaoyao."
Zhang Zhen said coldly: "I look at your face and you will die in less than five years. Your son, King Shou, is not likely to be born in the ninth or fifth year. It is the best policy to keep his duty. If you and I are destined, we will save you."
Concubine Wu Hui was shocked in her heart, frightened and uneasy, and kept kowtowing: "I hope the Immortal will take pity on me and save me. In the future, I will definitely abide by my duty and serve the Immortal Xiaoyao from generation to generation."
Zhang Zhen gave Concubine Wu Hui a poison-repelling pill, "take it in ten doses." He then tossed a marrow-cleansing pill, "take it in twenty doses." Finally, he gave Wu Huifei a Peiyuan Pill, "take it in twenty doses.
Take it. Pay attention to the dosage and order of taking it. Only in this way can you stay young and live longer than a hundred years."
After hearing that she could stay young forever and live to be more than a hundred years old, Concubine Wu Hui was overjoyed and kowtowed as if pounding garlic, "Thank you, Immortal Xiaoyao! Thank you, Immortal Xiaoyao!"
"Be sure not to tell others about the elixir, otherwise no one can save you when disaster strikes." After Zhang Zhen finished speaking, he disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Concubine Wu Hui raised her head and saw the Great Immortal Xiaoyao, and sighed: "He is indeed a god. He comes and goes without a trace." The shadow of the Great Immortal Xiaoyao has already been engraved in her heart, and she can't get rid of it.
Concubine Wu Hui couldn't wait to divide the detoxifying pill into ten parts and started taking it...
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During the Kaiyuan period, the Tang Dynasty was the most powerful country in the world. Chang'an, the capital, became the central city of the world with a population of more than one million. Chang'an's prosperity and vigor shocked both inside and outside the Tang Dynasty!
It follows the concept of harmony between man and nature, and is built with a precise layout. The splendid Tang culture gives it a grand atmosphere that embraces all rivers. It truly deserves to be the world's largest city.
It is a place where different civilizations, religions, and commerce gather and exchange. It also attracted the most famous literary artists of the time to live there and created many masterpieces, making Chang'an a splendid city that could not be surpassed by others.
The royal family, dignitaries, ordinary soldiers, servants, Buddhist monks and nuns, and ethnic minorities all lived together here. A large number of candidates and officials from all over the country gathered in Chang'an, and gentry from all over the country also moved to Chang'an, and scholars traveled to Beijing.
Traveling eunuchs, envoys sent to Beijing by the local government, civilian husbands from various places, boatmen, escort officials, a large number of private businessmen, craftsmen...
The various forms of sentient beings are dazzling to see.
But the most eye-catching thing among them is the number of 30,000 foreigners, including businessmen, envoys, overseas students, traveling monks, envoys to the Tang Dynasty...
It was the end of September of the twenty-second year.
Zhang Zhen had nothing to do, and was walking slowly on Zhuque Street. Various shops, noisy restaurants, and bars with feasting and entertainment could be seen everywhere. It was like a peaceful and prosperous era with singing and dancing!
He wanted to go to the legendary Yuelai Inn and continue to experience the style of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Not long after walking, the luxurious Yuelai Inn stood in front of him. The style was comparable to that of a modern five-star hotel. Zhang Zhen couldn't help but sigh with emotion!
There is an extra-large red paper hanging in front of the gate of Yuelai Inn, with the four-character "Poetry Contest" written on it! Looking at their attire, most of the people crowded outside the gate are literati who are shaking their heads. There are two of them in pairs, three in three.
Fifty percent of them were reciting or reciting poems, which was very interesting.
Inside the Yuelai Inn, all the great poets must be competing in poetry competitions. Zhang Zhen thought of the time-travel novels in which those talented people used pirated poems to become famous and have the ability to trick countless beauties into falling in love with them.
Zhang Zhen approached quietly, and the thin literati all moved out of the way. When he arrived at the gate, Zhang Zhen discovered that except for the poets invited by the organizer, anyone else who wanted to enter had to pay one or two silver coins! Zhang Zhen smiled and threw it away.
Pay two taels of silver and enter the venue with flying colors!
The hall of Yuelai Inn is already crowded with literati. There are more than 20 tables in the middle. There are drinks and food on each table and chairs, and there is a graceful or elegant literati sitting there. They should be from this poetry fair.
The protagonist. During this period, some literati walked out or stood up from time to time, shaking their heads and chanting poems. The remaining literati shook their heads for a while, clapped their hands for a while, and commented one after another.
The Tang Dynasty is worthy of being the country of poetry. In this poetry competition, no matter who reads the poem, they will receive praise, criticism or suggestions from everyone, and they will taste every poem very carefully.
At this time, the noisy poetry meeting suddenly became quiet. A middle-aged scribe in white swayed into the center. The scribe in white was holding a jar of wine in his hand, looking drunk! The venue was very quiet! Because everyone was there.
I know the drunkard is going to release a new work!
The drunk man in white burped several times, took a few gulps of wine and began to chant:
“A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.
Raising glasses to the bright moon, facing each other into three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me.
For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring.
My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are in confusion.
They communicate together when they are awake, but they disperse when they are drunk.
We will travel together forever, and we will meet again in Miao Yunhan."
After the drunk man in white lazily chanted, he wandered back to his original seat and drank.
Everyone cheered, and everyone was fascinated by it.
Zhang Zhen couldn't help but blurt out: "Good! What a poem! It's worthy of banishing an immortal." Zhang Zhen knew that this drunk man in white was Li Taibai, the immortal poet.
When all the literati heard Zhang Zhen calling Li Taibai a banished immortal, they all agreed: "Ban an immortal! Banish an immortal! Banish an immortal!"
At this time, the scribe in white suddenly lost his drunkenness and approached Zhang Zhen in three steps and two steps. He raised his hands and asked, "This brother is so complimentary that he is unworthy of being called an immortal."
Zhang Zhen said with a smile: "Brother Taibai, your poetic style is heroic and romantic, otherworldly, elegant and unrestrained, not bound by restrictions, and heroic and heroic. It is the best in the Tang Dynasty and is fascinating. You are worthy of being relegated to an immortal!"
"Brother, you are laughing! Taibai is ashamed! Brother, your surname is Gao?" Li Taibai said humbly.
Zhang Zhen smiled calmly and said, "I am Zhang Zhen, Mr. Xiaoyao! Brother Taibai, please take a seat, let's have a wine tasting together and appreciate the poems of all our fellow poets, okay?"
Li Taibai sat down happily and said, "Great!"
Zhang Zhen took out the Kweichow Moutai wine from the Hunyuan Ring, which had been stored for hundreds of years, and poured a large glass for Li Taibai. The aroma of the wine immediately filled the Yuelai Inn.
Li Taibai raised his glass excitedly and tasted it: the aroma of sauce was outstanding, elegant and delicate, the wine was pure and thick, the aftertaste was long, and the empty cup was fragrant. After slowly drinking the wine in the glass, Li Taibai clapped his hands and praised: "Good wine! Good wine!"
I have never had such a delicious wine! Brother, I want another glass!"
Zhang Zhen smiled and filled another glass for Li Taibai. Li Taibai, the immortal poet, tasted the wine slowly, fearing that after finishing the wine in the glass, there would be no such good wine to drink.
All the literati in the hall were staring at the wine, unaware that their saliva was quietly dripping...