Tang Dynasty good man

Chapter [-] Early Years

"If it wasn't for this," Lan Ling opened her airs and was ready to break the casserole with me. It must be difficult to do it honestly. Even if I said that I was hit by a carriage, she would definitely not believe it. After all, I would still have a reputation as a beast.Instead of doing this, it’s better to find another way. Since those poems are like treasures in Lan Ling’s eyes, it’s better for everyone to sit down and talk, and give points to this valuable thing than I say a bunch of things she doesn’t believe. "You pick!"

"Choose?" Lines were separated like mountains, Lan Ling's understanding of the thieves' professional norms was not yet thorough, and he couldn't understand it for a while.

"It's divided. It's not mine. It happened to be seen by you again. I don't have the ability to silence it. We have to add two to one. Ladies first!" She stuffed a writing brush before she sat down at the desk, "Didn't you write it all down, you rewrite it, and we will share the spoils after writing it down!"

"Who is it!" Lan Ling finally understood, and was very angry, "There is also someone like you, who is ashamed to say this. Helping your wife is not enough, so pull me in too. Things written from your pen, this will Lie that there is no owner, who will believe your words?"

"You have to believe me, there is really no choice, or I wrote the points between us." Squeezed aside for Lan Ling, and reworked by himself, "You look good, it's yours, if you lose the election, keep me." Anyway. It's all written by everyone, and the failure is also relatively speaking, it is always a little higher than most people's level.

"En, you write." Lan Ling nodded with a smile, moved his chair over to look at it, and saw that my handwriting was unbearable, so he pushed it aside, "You can read it, and I will write it."

"goose……"

"This doesn't count, it's up to the owner." Lan Ling poked the pen over, "Stop being cunning."

"Oh, you haven't remembered it for a long time," don't worry, scare me, you must have leaked the truth. "Then don't read it, there is no proof, what do I do?"

Lan Ling burst out laughing, and gave me a sideways glance. The memory of the iron painting and silver hook wrote Lu You's divination. Yongmei, recited it aloud, "I love this one, it's unique. It's smart, unique but more artistic. It always makes people feel less I came up with something but couldn’t find it, so I grabbed my heart and thought about it repeatedly, trying to add a few more words to make up a sentence, but it was superfluous. Only then did I think about how many things are perfect in the world? This is long and short, and it’s more touching in twos and threes. "

"like?"

"Well, let's make a short sentence. It shows your cleverness even more, and your character." Lan Ling sighed more and more as he looked down, "One more time."

"There are too many, if you don't pursue it, ten more will do."

"Speak from your heart. Who wrote this Yongmei post? Anyway, it's not for my concubine. I haven't spent so much time on it. Is it a small sentence for Princess Dongyan?" Lan Ling leaned towards me full of jealousy. After a glance, he said quietly: "My heart is sour. The children are given to the eldest lady, and the little sentences are given to the second lady. It's the concubine's turn. This is an outsider, and it's a cheap offer. If you get caught, there's nothing you can do. This is generous." I didn’t say anything about getting along with me and making a song for me.”

The water of the Yellow River is full of waves, and people who jump into it are even dirtier.All the facial features were drawn into steamed stuffed buns, so he almost committed a chicken claw madness. He decided that I did it, and even the number was ranked. Lu You has never seen the second daughter, so what kind of words.Unbearable! "Ming will be dragged to Fa-rectification. Cut eighty knives before death..."

"Is it worth it? The curse that came out of your mouth, God doesn't have time to care about you." Moisturized the pen.A piece of paper and a poem was written neatly down, and it was not long before they were all written out. They were neatly folded together in a thick dozen, and he sighed, "There are some that I like, and some that feel uncomfortable after reading it. If you don't speak like this In other words, this concubine’s body is all yours and your name has been passed on to the outside world, there is no reason for these things to be buried.”

"Payment fee!" Who is this asking for?Nao's heart is like eating flies, and taking it away will become a joke. The idiot, illiterate and prodigal son Wang Zihao can compose poems and sing lines.

"Take the money, is [-] pennies enough?" Lan Ling clapped his hands, "I'll write it off, and I'll pass it on to me, so don't pay me back, okay?"

"Actually..." He looked up to the sky and sighed, with a solemn expression on his face, "Actually... these things, their relationship with me... I can't tell you!"

"Then don't say it, I'm in a hurry to go out and show off." Lan Ling shook the paper, "Let's go!"

"You keep a few copies, I plan to pass them on to my son in the future..." He smashed the table a few times and gritted his teeth, "Sister, we Ming people don't speak dark words. For so many years, we have been through the wind and rain, and I am inside and out. You know it in your heart. Is there a bit of literary energy in your body? Feel your heart and say, I wrote it, do you believe it or not?"

Lan Ling giggled, "You say it's useless, I saw it with my own eyes."

"Can we not pursue it?"

"Yes." Lan Ling threw the paper aside, "It's a good thing, but I may not be able to fall in love with it. I hate being cheated the most. I even slept in bed but didn't tell the truth. Think I'm a joke?"

In the distant future, a poor man who liked to eat barbecue every weekend was trampled back to the Tang Dynasty by a horse... "Do you believe it?"

"I don't believe it! It's unreasonable for the poor to eat barbecue, and it's unreasonable for the poor to eat it all the time! I personally like to hear it." Seeing Lan Ling's contemptuous eyes, I felt at ease. At least I told the truth, no Liars are wronged.

"It's fine if you don't believe it." Without the feeling of guilt, you can talk nonsense casually, and it's all very human. "I didn't intend to convince you. If I missed the opportunity, I can only say that my memory has recovered and I have recovered from my illness. Although I still can't write well, my talent has returned," he said, posing in a Tang Bohu pose. , "See, the talented, handsome, and eloquent little prince of the Wang family, you know, I used to be famous, right?"

"I don't know!" Lan Ling shook his head resentfully, "I've inquired about it, and besides being a prodigal, I don't have much other skills."

"That's wrong, great wisdom and stupidity! How about letting you take it out, the tree attracts the wind, and our family members just have fun, anyway, the outside world is used to my image."

"Oh," Lan Ling grabbed me and swayed for a long time, "It's hard to be believed if you suffer a thousand dollars!" After finishing speaking, he selected a few chapters of his favorite poems, folded them, and Fang Sheng put them away, "Give it to me, sign it up Give me my name."

"That is, as long as you don't show it to outsiders, I will give it to you!" The eight great masters of Tang and Song Dynasties can rest assured, what a noble honor.On their behalf, I donated the works to Her Royal Highness, the princess of the Tang Empire, who is unparalleled in the world. Without these masterpieces, maybe these literati will live a better life in the future, raising a chicken, planting two acres and marrying a good woman who manages the house. Happiness, no need to rack your brains to be arty, very good!

It seems that the practice of plagiarizing classic poems to attract the attention of the ancients is outdated, compared to the quality of poems.She cares more about my personality.Think about it, if it wasn't for the guilt in my conscience, it wouldn't matter if I admitted that I did it. What kind of vanity would I have in front of my own mother-in-law?In her opinion, she won't love me a little more just because I suddenly become talented, and she will be full of it, and still care about a few small poems?

The sky is still so blue, at least the gift for his son has not been snatched away by this cruel wolf grandma.Open the bookcase and clip it all to the back, literati, be more suave, full of poems and essays in the sun, so as not to get moldy.Take it easy, that's it.Next time I find a chance to tell Ying Ye the same thing, I'm always lying to the people closest to me, I'm not happy!While they were basking in the sun, two graceful figures appeared in the corridor opposite. "Second daughter. Come!"

The second daughter didn't know what she was busy with, she gasped a little, and immediately rushed over at my call, moved a chair and lay side by side with me in the sun.

"I have something to tell you, it's not good to keep it a secret." With hot tea, soft chairs, under the afternoon sun, I looked at the little face of the second maidservant.Before Ying shows up...

The second female general stuffed her hand over for me to grasp, and said softly, "You should talk about it, don't force it if you don't want to talk about it."

"Oh, you don't want to know why I changed all of a sudden?" I'm a little disappointed, I can't talk like Lanling when I'm with the second daughter, this little girl is different, she doesn't care if I have something to hide, she only cares about the spirit on the exchange.

"It's good that you have changed. No matter how you change, the second daughter likes it in her heart."

"That's good, hehe..." He raised his body slightly.Threatened: "What about the monster's body?"

"Alright," the second daughter looked over with a smile, "I'm so grown up, I'm only afraid of people, not evildoers, I'm afraid I'll be a secondary body. Don't forget what you promised."

I belong to an atheist. It seems that there is no need to hide my identity. One doesn’t believe it, the other doesn’t care.

During this holiday, no one is more leisurely than me. Lan Ling has never been entangled in the matter of poetry, as if this matter has just passed away, the two of them now have a common goal, back and forth, my waist is a little sore...

"Tired, stop today! The sun is so good outside, it's okay to go for a walk, don't you bother?"

"I'm not bothered," Lan Ling blushed and poked his finger on my forehead, "Which way are you going? Didn't you just go to the villa in the third year of junior high school? I'll wait for you here."

"Oh, what are you doing behind Zhuangzi? When you come here in the morning, you will see people coming and going." Taking advantage of the conversation, he dressed up and wrapped up the cotton jacket that Lan Ling sewed by himself, "Go back and make offerings."

"Just wear it, and tell your wife that it's the new style I gave her this year, and I ask you to bring it over." Lan Ling drilled into the quilt, "I sew it here every year, and I haven't seen you on it. In terms of body, it is not as good as the concubine bought back by others."

"Wearing..." It's a bit embarrassing, this is an act of blatant provocation, and it is outrageous.

"How many more years can I sew for you? To put it bluntly, I don't believe that your wife doesn't know..."

"Nonsense! You didn't point at someone's nose like that!"

"Annoyed, it's good to know that you are annoyed!" Lifting the quilt, she slapped me hard a few times, "It's still wrong to sew clothes for you during the Chinese New Year, and I won't do needlework for you again."

Knowing Lanling's thoughts, and knowing her feelings for me, every three seasons, I will give Ying a few new clothes under the banner of giving them new clothes.Every time Lanling asked if the clothes she gave her would fit, I couldn't answer. All the suits were stuffed in the bottom of the box for the second daughter, and Ying and the second daughter were contracted all over her body.

"If you don't want to keep this, don't give it away..."

Lan Ling clenched his fists and took a few deep breaths, cast a soft look over, tried his best to suppress his voice and said softly: "Well, you will change it now, just wear it at home and let me see if it works." Looking like that, he got together the quilt to wrap himself up, moved to me and put it on me with his own hands. "At the end of the new year, as long as people can live on, everyone wants to look fresh. It's all my heart to wear it. Even if I wear it once, it's not in vain. It doesn't matter if it's secretly."

"Don't be stubborn with yourself..."

"Don't make trouble during the New Year." Lan Ling pushed me, "It's Chinese New Year, try to be angry. Whose anger am I upholding? It's not you, sending clothes over there shamelessly, I'm afraid they will all be burned. .Today is 29, when you are [-], you will spend your early years at my house, and you will go back tomorrow."

"We?"

"Who else?"

"Okay, I'll go back and report..."

"En," Lan Ling suddenly became embarrassed.He said to himself: "How do the couple celebrate the new year? It's been so many years, I don't have a memory, I'm afraid I have to watch the new year." Seeing that I didn't move, I pushed lightly, "Hurry up and report, my concubine is waiting for you Go home early."

Feeling a little uncomfortable, Ying said nothing about going out for a drink.The second girl poked behind her like a thief.

"It's getting on my face before I drink it," Ying smiled at me, "Wait a minute," calling the maid to take a few wrapped dried fruit baskets. "Don't go empty-handed when you go to another house to drink, drink less and eat more, come back early tomorrow morning and worship your ancestors."

"Oh," shyly brought up two baskets of gifts. "Go to bed early at night, I will watch the New Year's Eve tomorrow, sleep more."

Ying ordered the second daughter to go out and oversee the preparations for the ancestral hall, "Well, I'm going to say hello on behalf of my concubine, oh, yes," she said as she climbed onto the kang and brought a few clothes samples over. "I planned to send someone to bring it over, so you can give it to Princess Lanling for the New Year's Eve."

"..." Look at the basket in his hand, then at the clothes sample Ying handed over, and carefully examine Ying's expression.I'm afraid I can't hide this shrewd woman.

"How to make porcelain, don't make people wait too long," Ying smiled, "It's so tiring... I will lie down while you are gone."

Lan Ling looked at the presents and clothes I brought.He punched me a few times angrily and laughingly. "Who asked her what clothes she wanted? She's so shrewd outside, she doesn't take advantage of anyone's losses. Why is she leaking as soon as she is in front of the mother-in-law?"

This is nothing to say, can you blame me?I can't play tricks with Lan Ling, Ying is the same as before, when I say go out to drink, Ying probably guesses roughly, knowing it well and making up nonsense.

"That's fine," Lan Ling saw me with a dazed face, and shook her hand a few times in front of her face, "It's fine if she knows you're here, I can't pierce this layer of paper in private, I'm embarrassed to say something, so next time I can talk to her when I see her."

"Don't talk nonsense!" I often come to Lanling, but today I suddenly feel a little bit unfamiliar, sitting or standing, awkward.He said angrily, "It's okay for us to find a neutral place next time on the 29th. You suddenly changed the away game, and I will be like the son-in-law who came to visit, and I will lose face!"

"It's still exciting, are you coming to the door? I just said a word, I will take care of you!" Lan Ling smiled happily and raised his foot towards me, "Wait, the food and drink are ready, let me go and accompany my concubine today." Have a good drink."

The bright red oil wax is lit, the big copper stove is warm, small dishes, small wine, the appearance of Lanling's new daughter-in-law, the crimson red dress, with an exception of jewels stuck in her head, her lips turn red before the wine reaches her lips, on the soft couch Rely on it, if you don't order or guess, raise the small wine cup to have a toast, drink it hot, remove the gown and continue.

"It's just getting dark." Lan Ling shook a little, "I can't even stand up."

"No way," he took the flagon and filled it up again, "Don't be a jerk at night, obediently let me get you drunk."

"No!" Lan Ling pressed his arm across my chest, took his own wine glass and poured it into my mouth, "I will stay with you all night, and you are not allowed to sleep. I will marry you once."

"Didn't you also get married in the villa last time?" Guan Di was a little anxious, coughed a few times, and pushed Lan Ling to the side.

"It doesn't count last time." Lan Ling filled the wine glass and brought it over again, "Now you are here, drinking, listening to my concubine's wordy meeting, complaining, and crying and laughing for a while, don't worry about it."

Nodded, Lan Ling is different from Ying, Ying can find friends, me, and even the second daughter to vent her anger, there is a place to vent when she is not happy or dissatisfied; Lan Ling can't, the princess's majesty can't tolerate her doing these things. The face of the royal family is involved in every move of Mingtang, and it is probably me.

Nothing else, crying and laughing, all kinds of things from childhood to adulthood, even mentioning her long-dead son-in-law, she is a good person, in Lanling's words, in terms of character and appearance alone, she is much better than me ;Speaking of the countless talented people who come to show their courtesies on weekdays, if I also came to show my courtesies at that time, I can draw them out in person.

"Crazy woman," lovingly pinching Lan Ling's tender face, said with a smile, "I'm not afraid that I'll be sad. You don't speak well of me on weekdays, and you can be so mean when you're drunk."

"Well, just pretend to be drunk, please take care of me." Lan Ling leaned over and hooked his foot on my leg, "I have no taboo with you, since you appeared until now..."

"It's not taboo, it's trust, mutual trust."

"That shouldn't be right," Lan Ling giggled, laying his face on my chest, staring at me for a long time with blinking eyes, "You are a bastard liar. Maybe you really let a horse step over you, never I've seen a man like you, one lie here, another lie, and swearing is commonplace. It's hard to say, according to the atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty, you should have a tutor..."

"Speak as you speak, don't move your hands and feet... Why are you taking off my clothes after drinking half of the wine!"

"Look, where did the horse step on you?" Lan Ling ignored my protest and pressed over to check.

"It was in this direction at that time," recalled the passage through that time, "it came from behind, in your current posture... Do not move, be careful, it is very dangerous to drink alcohol."

Lan Ling pressed against his back, laughed softly, stretched out his legs and kicked over the jug on the soft couch shaking, "It's you..."

"Change me? Step on you?"