Tiantang Splendid

Chapter 1727 Moonlit Night, Short Matsuoka

Fang Jun had read an article before, saying that if he wants to make a list of the best CPs of ancient emperors and empresses, Li Shimin and his wife must be at the top, and they are the ones who are the best.

This world-respected imperial couple has almost all the conditions for the best CP. They are childhood sweethearts, like-minded, congenial, and make progress together... Even the best screenwriters may not be able to write such a pair of historical figures, even if they travel through time. Thousands of years, already full of positive energy.

Not only do they love each other deeply, but they are also deeply affirmed by public opinion in ancient and modern times, which is the most rare thing.

Empress Changsun is unique in history. She conforms to feudal morality and is a rare wise empress. She is mentioned in history books and is praised by all. At the same time, she has a deep relationship with Li Shiminen. When she was alive, the whole world We all know that the empress has a good relationship, and when she passed away, Li Shimin was so sad that he couldn't bear the heartbreak, and he didn't want to be an empress again, to show his loyalty.

The emotion between husband and wife may not be vigorous, but it is stronger than gold and stone.

Whenever he thinks of Empress Changsun's voice and smile, His Majesty Li Er can't help but climb up the tall building, overlooking the undulating mountains of Jiuyi Mountain and the pine and cypress seedlings planted when Zhaoling was built, where his soul is buried forever. The beloved wife who has been dreaming about, often burst into tears...

Ten years of life and death are boundless, unthinkable and unforgettable.

Thousands of miles of graves, nowhere to be bleak.

Even if they meet, they should not know it, dusty face, temples like frost.

At night, You Meng suddenly returned home, Xiaoxuan window, dressing.

There is nothing to say about each other, but a thousand lines of tears.

It is expected that the place where the heart is broken every year, the moonlit night, the short Matsuoka...

The characters are like dragon snakes, black and white ink on white paper, stroke by stroke, like a knife cut.

The upper gate records the facts, and the lower gate records the dreams. The combination of fiction and reality, without a rare and beautiful vocabulary, but with endless sorrow and longing, lingering affection, desolate and sad, can be called blood and tears.

His Majesty Li Er just stood there in a daze, watching every word and every sentence, water vapor appeared in the tiger's eyes, and a sense of sadness and desolation gushed out.

After Fang Jun finished writing this mourning poem written by Su Shi for his original wife, he put down his pen and stood aside with his head bowed.

He is too aware of how powerful this poem is for a Central South man who has lost his lover. The more sincere and strong the feelings, the more bleak and bitter the thoughts he can feel.

This is the first mourning poem in the ages, which perfectly matches His Majesty Li Er's state of mind.

Yin and Yang are separated, life and death are separated, even if you are the emperor of the world, you still have to do nothing, and there is nothing you can do...

Chu Suiliang also stood aside, his eyes glazed over.

Although he is famous all over the world for his handwriting, he should have a lot of literary accomplishment. This poem does not have gorgeous rhetoric. There are no traces of carving.The true feelings are exuberant, and the sentences are painful, but they are neither sticky nor stagnant.

No matter how narrow-minded Chu Suiliang is, no matter how much he hates Fang Jun, he has to admit that since ancient times, among the mourning poems, this one should be the first!

The words are well written, and he can pinch his nose to recognize them, but the most unacceptable thing for him is that this pampered general will be weak, how can he be so penetrating and familiar with the world, and write such a sincere feeling like crying Peerless article?

It's really a monster...

Chu Suiliang sighed quietly, and his eyes were full of envy and hatred when he glanced at Fang Jun. As soon as this poem came out, Fang Jun's reputation as "the number one talent at that time" would definitely be raised to a higher level. , there is no one who can compete.

Being famous all over the world is no longer enough to describe Fang Jun's achievements, and the real state of being immortal is the real realm...

The room was silent, His Majesty Li Er stood there in a daze, his thoughts went back to the past bit by bit, it seemed that Empress Changsun's voice and smile appeared in front of his eyes, and he wanted to catch it but couldn't. A sense of sadness welled up in my heart, and I shed tears.

Fang Jun and Chu Suiliang held their breath and stood with their hands tied, motionless.

The shadows outside the window are gradually slanting, the light is gradually dimming, and the shadows are gradually covering the room...

The golden crow is falling, and the night is coming.

"call……"

His Majesty Li Er let out a long breath, breaking the silence in the room.

The emperor's voice seemed a little hoarse, and his mood was low, he said slowly: "I lost my composure, let the two gentlemen laugh at me."

Chu Suiliang hurriedly said: "Your Majesty is very affectionate and sexual. Empress Wende knows it in heaven, so she should smile. She is also a role model for my generation of men in the Tang Dynasty."

Fang Jun pursed his lips and remained silent.

When it comes to horse kung fu, although he sometimes performs exceptionally well, his basic skills are still far inferior to that shameless old Chu Suiliang...

There was no lamp in the room, and in the shadows, His Majesty's face could not be seen clearly, and he didn't know what his state of mind was at the moment, but he heard him say lightly: "It's getting late, both of you, go out of the palace as soon as possible."

"Here."

"Here."

The two agreed, bowed to salute, then took three steps back, and then turned and walked towards the door.

At this time, His Majesty Li Er's voice sounded faintly behind him again: "What is the name of this poem?"

Fang Jun stopped in his tracks, turned around, pondered for a while, and said, ""Jiangchengzi·Jiangmeng"."

He has already passed the stage where he is keen on plagiarizing poems and articles to improve his style in exchange for reputation, but there are always some shining poems and masterpieces in this world that make your hands itch, and you will always feel uncomfortable if you don’t bring him out across time ...

Moreover, this song "Jiangchengzi·Jiangmeng" was given to His Majesty Li Er and Empress Changsun, which can be regarded as a reputation.

As for Su Shi... that guy is the most talented in the past and present, even if he doesn't have a few of the best poems, he can write some other poems that will be passed down through the ages... right?

His Majesty Li Er was silent for a while, then raised his hand and waved.

Fang Jun just walked out...

The sun had already set, and the howling autumn wind blew on his body. Fang Jun shrank his neck and shivered. Just as he was about to leave the palace and return home, he saw a few slender maids walking up a small path hidden by a rockery on one side. Walking towards him with the palace lanterns, when they got close, Qi Qi bowed down and bowed, and said softly: "Your maidservant has seen the concubine..."

Fang Jun raised his eyebrows, he naturally recognized these two maids as the maids beside Princess Changle, so he asked, "But what is your Highness' order?"

The beautiful court lady on the left lowered her eyebrows, raised a brocade box in her hand, and said in a crisp voice: "My Highness went out of the city today to Nanshan Taoist temple, asked for a peace talisman, and learned that the son-in-law was coming to the palace to see you. Your Majesty, therefore, I order my servants to wait here, and present them with a safety talisman to protect the son-in-law who wins the flag and returns safely."

Fang Jun bowed slightly, took the brocade box with both hands, and said with a bright smile: "Thank you, Your Highness, Chang Le, for a certain one, and say that His Highness's deep love and friendship will always be remembered in my heart, and I will carry this peace talisman with me, and I won't leave it for a while. .”

"Slaves don't have to worry about it, and I respectfully send it to the son-in-law."

The two little maids were stunned by Fang Jun's smile, their faces were slightly red, and they quickly bowed their skirts and saluted.

After Fang Jun strode away, the two little maids stood up, looked at the direction where Fang Jun disappeared, and let out a sigh of relief.

The palace maid holding the lamp said: "I used to think His Highness King Wu was good-looking, but now why do I think that Fang Consort is even better? He is clearly a black face."

Another court lady's pink face was a little flushed under the light of the palace lantern, she shook her lips, and said softly: "Your Highness used to have a crush on the son-in-law of the eldest grandson, but now he also has a crush on the son-in-law? It’s fine if it’s not ugly, the most important thing is to have temperament, you haven’t seen Fang Consort’s eyes just now, it’s so shiny, it makes people’s hearts jump..."

The maid in charge of the lantern smiled coquettishly and said, "Oh, are you a girl or a spring girl? Your legs are weak after seeing the house concubine. You probably don't even bother to struggle when you are thrown down by him in a place where no one is around. , just let him do whatever he wants... Oops, don't pinch, don't pinch me, can I make a mistake? Haha..."

"Damn girl, shut up quickly, if others listen to this, you will die!"

The maid in charge of the lamp was taken aback, and quickly shut her mouth. There were a lot of sneaking around, and she was relieved to see no one.

As a court lady, she will be whipped if she openly talks about her son-in-law in such frivolous words in the palace...

One person was carrying the palace lantern, and the other person followed closely beside him, and the two of them walked briskly back to Shujing Palace.

Back in the Shujing Palace, Princess Changle is reading a book on the soft bed outside the bedroom. The candlelight is bright and beautiful, and there is a cup of steaming fragrant tea on the coffee table on one side. The delicate body is stretched, and the graceful lines are too beautiful to behold.

　Life comes and goes, and the future is not long. Brothers and sisters, cherish your loved ones, yourself, and life—to pay tribute to the eternal master, Jin Yong.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)