Silver candles spit out green smoke, golden bottles match the feast. The bright moon is hidden behind the tall trees, and the long river is hidden from the dawn sky.
Playing the zither makes a great sound, and the new sound is wonderful and enchanting. Life is destined to last forever, and the dying is like a puff of smoke.
It was late at night, but the lights were still brightly lit in Mrs. Guo Guo's mansion. Ever since she returned from the banquet at Xingqing Palace, Yang Huahua couldn't bring herself to have any energy. Why didn't that little enemy come back with Gao Xianzhi? He didn't know that in Chang'an City
,Is there someone who has been waiting for him?
Haha, he must be disgusted that his body is dirty, but in this splendid golden city, stripping away the gorgeous clothes and the deep foundation, where can he not be dirty?
Isn’t the plaque in front of the Imperial College dirty? Isn’t the red door in front of the Ten Kings’ Residence dirty? Aren’t the civil and military officials led by E Guanbo in front of the Daming Palace dirty? In this city of Chang’an, every majestic building has been eroded by fame and wealth.
His body is riddled with holes, and every sincere young man will be whipped to pieces by authority and money.
She is dirty, she is not worthy of that little enemy, but he doesn't even want to come back and take a look at her? Or does he know the secret? Impossible, impossible, except for the Yang family, no one can do this
Knowing, there is no way he could know.
It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t come back, Yang Guozhong will have no chance if he doesn’t come back, and His Majesty will not be able to find a reason to start...
She could tell from Li Longji's face that he still had a grudge against the boy. After that rumor, the sage emperor of the Tang Dynasty could never get out of the strange circle. However, he could not let it go.
He directly beheaded the young man to relieve his anger. He was afraid of those long words and those historical pens. In the end, it was funny that an emperor was afraid of things and feared of things, and could not do anything as happy and free as a swordsman.
What a man hates most is a woman's betrayal, right? No matter whether the little enemy is innocent or not, I'm afraid this knot will never be untied...
Yang Huahua collapsed on the bed in the bedroom with a drunken look on her face, staring blankly at the Qiong Ban above her head.
"Life is a lifetime, and dying is like smoke. Life is a lifetime, and dying is like smoke..." Life is like a dream, what can I embrace? If I am really poor, only money is left.
?
My little friend, why do you want to appear in my life and make the flower of hope bloom again in my already dead heart?
"Setting on flowers at a banquet, flying in wine glasses and drunken by the moon." Such a life has no charm if it loses the person it likes. She is just a walking corpse now.
Thinking of this, Yang Huahua gave a bitter smile, grabbed a jade pot, and poured the wine into her mouth. Perhaps she poured it too quickly, and the wine choked her and made her cough repeatedly, even vomiting the few cakes she had eaten during the night banquet.
came out.
"Madam, madam, you can't drink any more!" Upon hearing Yang Huahua's cough, the personal maid Yingqiu rushed in and hurriedly lifted Yang Huahua's back.
"You drank so much at the royal banquet today. You must feel uncomfortable in your stomach. How can you have any more drinks?"
Yingqiu snatched the wine bottle from Yang Huahua's hand and loudly consoled her.
"Leave me alone, leave me alone, just let me drink to death. If I drink to death, I won't have to stay in this world and suffer this pain!" Yang Huahua could no longer suppress her emotions, and a series of tears fell down her cheeks.
It started to trickle down her cheeks. The lady of the country, who usually looked elegant and graceful in front of others, was actually crying and fighting with a maid for a half-full celadon wine flask.
"Madam, why do you bother yourself like this? It is impossible for General Li and you to do this after all!"
"Ping!" Yang Huahua was stunned for a moment, and the wine bottle in her hand fell to the ground, instantly turning into a piece of broken porcelain.
"Yes, it is impossible for me and him after all." Yang Huahua smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Why am I so stupid? He already has a wife and concubines, and now he may have another one in Shule.
How can there be any space left for me for the person I love? He is a great hero, and only young women are worthy of him. Who am I, an old woman with half-old pearls? "
"Haha, hahaha, I'm so stupid, so stupid."
Yang Huahua collapsed to the ground, shaking her head bitterly: "But why did he appear in my life in the first place, and why did he leave so ruthlessly?"
"If we, the Tang Dynasty, want our legacy to be passed down through the ages, we must wait for the grass to bloom!"
She still clearly remembers the scene when they first met. At that time, he was just an inconspicuous junior, and almost no one looked at him seriously.
But those words he said at the banquet completely conquered me.
This sentence is so hazy, soft, and depressing...
Eighteen years ago, on that night in Zhiba County, Yuzhou County, Jiannan Road, a boy named Pei held a bouquet of azaleas and said these words to himself with great emotion.
At that banquet eighteen years later, a handsome young man who was equally handsome and free-spirited said these words again verbatim...
She, Yang Huahua, once swore that she would only marry a great hero in this life, but now there is a great hero in front of her, but she doesn't even have the courage to fight for it. Because they are more than ten years apart, and because she is from the Yang family. Haha, it's really ridiculous, myself
Why should Yang Huahua's feelings be affected by so many external factors? Is it possible that she, Yang Huahua, is just a vase in the Yang family that is meant to be viewed and played with, placed in a cabinet display for sale?
What is the thing that stands between the two of them? Is it the fear in their hearts? If they really dare to break out of the earthen castle in their hearts, no matter what the constraints in the world are, they will not be able to hinder them, right?
"Madam, if you really like General Li, there is no chance!" Yingqiu couldn't bear to see Yang Huahua's distracted look, so she gritted her teeth and sighed.
"What? What did you say?" Like a person falling into a river suddenly grabbing a piece of driftwood, Yang Huahua suddenly stood up, held Yingqiu's hands tightly and said, "What did you just say, is there still a possibility for me and him?
Say it again, say it again!"
"Yes, but you have to go through General Gao Xianzhi!" Yingqiu shook her head and said: "Now that General Li is working in the Anxi Army, General Gao Da is his immediate boss. If Madam uses General Gao Da to tactfully express her love to General Li,
I believe General Li will understand."
"By Gao Xianzhi's mouth?"
Yang Huahuafu loosened his grip on Yingqiu and said, "No, how can I tell outsiders such shameful things? No, no..."
"Madam, how do you know if you don't try? You have done so much for General Li silently, how come he doesn't feel it at all? People are doing things in this world, but God is watching!"
"People are doing it, but God is watching?"
Yang Huahua sneered in her heart, if this was really the case, how could things in this world be so twisted?