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 every festive season, not to mention the Mid-Autumn Festival when families get together.
A lonely person came to the Tang Dynasty. From being hesitant at the beginning to now he is gradually settling down. He seems carefree and indifferent, but who can know the sorrow in his 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.
Those 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. 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 Eve with their families.
Some people even secretly wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes with the corners of their sleeves, only leaving the slightest trace of their red eyes.
Li Ke also had a sad look on his face at this time, thinking about the fact that he would be leaving for Anzhou after Qiu Xi, 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 from sobbing softly. 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 full of love and confusion, and 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 to themselves, 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 unchanged. Only now do I have a profound understanding.
But what he admired even more was that Su Shi was indeed extraordinary. No wonder once "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" came out, all the 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 his head 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 poetry is really like a drug that makes people intoxicated. This is why the ancients said that there are romantic talents, even a woman like Wu Meiniang is no exception.
Back in Chang'an City, Wu Meiniang was still looking at Yang Fan with blurred eyes, her eyes as tender as water.
After handing the little 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 sweet 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 she had already done everything except the last step, Wu Meiniang had never done anything like this 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 jokingly said: "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 felt a little shy, and then she said coquettishly: "Mr. Lang...it doesn't matter whether it is day or night, do you want Mang Jun? If not..." She looked at the cute look with pursed lips.
Nimei, who is a man and can bear it? No matter if he is a beast or worse than a beast, he can be called whatever he likes!
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 indeed a generation of emperors holding the sun and moon in her hands. She is straightforward, bold and domineering in her work, 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 now 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 very penetrating, and the wooden door couldn't stop the music at all. Wu Shun couldn't help but tighten his arms 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 keep your voice down!
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 lanterns, 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, the Yang family and the others are still at the house. Just thinking about the absurdity of the afternoon, Wu Meiniang's pretty face can't help but heat up.
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.
Wu Meiniang, who looked weak and weak, 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, huh... I'll see if I don't deal with you...
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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 shocked. Do little girls nowadays understand this?
After holding back a glance at Xiao He, the bean sprouts with sharp corners appeared. Yang Fan held back his mouth and said, "It's still early!"
Seeing Yang Fan's deflated look, Wu Meiniang chuckled and joked: "Oh, Xing'er actually made a name for herself, Mr. Lang, hurry up and accept it..."
The little maid was so embarrassed that she covered her face and ran out.