Quick Transmigration: Eternal Lovers

Chapter 88 After I Became Li Yueyuan, Li Bai and I Were Overwhelmed (42)

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Only Li Bai has this ability.

Suddenly responding to the call, he swiped his pen and wrote three consecutive poems on the golden flower paper.

The first chapter chants the beauty of noble concubines, the second chapter chants thousands of charming flowers, and the third chapter chants together.

The famous flower blossoms in the country and the two enjoy each other, and they look like a king with a smile.

This kind of romantic, charming, peerless and rich spirit makes people unable to continue. It is really unprecedented.

Thinking of this, Sunge felt a little regretful.

"Brother, it's good to know what's in your heart."

What she wanted was Li Bai's happiness from beginning to end.

Li Bai nodded in response, thinking about how to explain to His Majesty Xuanzong.

Even though Xuanzong didn't reuse him, he still gave him the courtesy and favor that the scholars all over the world envy.

All kinds of things about entering the Daming Palace that day are still a good talk in the world.

Although he is not afraid, it is not wise to offend the emperor.

Sunge didn't know how Li Bai persuaded Xuanzong to retreat, but he only knew that Xuanzong ordered him to give the gold back.

To the literati and scholars in the world, giving money back is like returning home with clothes and clothes, and returning with glory.

Li Bai's reputation as a celestial being was not overshadowed, but even more brilliant.

In the majestic Chang'an City, Li Bai stayed for ten years, which was almost impossible for a prodigal son who was once wandering.

If it takes too long, you will get bored.

But Li Taibai enjoyed it like a fish in water, and even forgot about the gentleman far away from the kitchen, and would habitually cook sheep and slaughter cattle after Sunge brewed new wine to celebrate.

In the knight's walk, the knight wields a sword and kills one person in ten steps.

In the city of Chang'an, Taibai held a knife, and with each knife a lamb was cut.

An exiled immortal, he was willing to be infected with the world of mortals and fireworks, and he didn't want to look back.

In the third year, Sun Ge and Li Bai received a letter from Li Ke, and Li Bai's mother died of illness in the Western Regions.

According to the will, he was buried in the Western Regions and not returned to the Central Plains.

Sunge Li Bai, took the little thin pier thousands of miles to the Western Regions to attend the funeral.

This was the only time Li Bai left Beijing in ten years.

Little Shoudun cried into tears, and Li Bai personally wrote the eulogy with ink and erected a monument to worship it.

Sunge was stunned in front of the tomb, life and death are impermanent, as always.

The exotic beauty who surprised her back then is now sleeping forever under this loess.

"Ah Yue, there is no need to be sad."

"Before your mother died, she was smiling, peaceful and satisfied."

"The Western Regions is where she has longed for, and she has never felt regretful."

"Ah Yue, your mother prepared something for you before she died."

Li Ke turned pale and comforted Sunge.

No need to be sad?
If there is no sadness, what is the reason for Li Ke's white hair?What is the reason for the blue and black under the corners of the eyes that he couldn't sleep at night?
Back at the residence, Li Ke took out the relics one by one.

Three children, each with a pair of shoes sewn by their own hands. The stitches look crooked, but they are extremely dense.

No need to guess, it was done by dragging the sick body.

Compared with Li Bai and Xiaoshoudun, Sunge has an additional set of women's clothing, a little more reserved than the Western Region style, and a little less restrained than the Central Plains.

This is her last concern for her children.

Xiaoshoudun hugged the obviously much smaller shoes, whimpering softly.

Before he opened his shop all over the Western Regions, he and A Niang were separated forever and never saw each other again.

In A Niang's memory, he was still the little mutt who changed his teeth a few years ago.

"Brother." The little thin man flattened his mouth, and his crying became more and more uncontrollable.

Sunge looked at the dress, his eyes were sore.

Li Ke didn't stay with the three of them for too long, but he couldn't help urging them to rush back to Chang'an.

The wind and sand in the Western Regions cannot blow the prosperity of Chang'an.

The Western Regions are what he and his wife have in mind, not others.

Li Ke opened a tavern in a small town. Businessmen and tourists traveling from south to north can hear endless stories about life, strange and bizarre.

This is his choice. It seems miserable, but it is actually happy.

The place of his heart, the people he loves, are all here.

As for his children, he has never raised them in captivity, and they are enough to spread their wings and soar to the moon and become what they want to be.

Before parting, Li Ke pulled Sun Ge and said in a low voice, "Ah Yue, you are the most worrying thing about your mother before she dies."

"She is always struggling, afraid that you will live alone, and afraid that you will compromise, but in the end she still wants you to do what you want."

"No matter what, Aye, Niang is proud of you."

The wine flag of the tavern fluttered in the wind, the sound of horses' hoofs, the wind swept the yellow sand, the three of them walked further and further, and the tavern gradually turned into a small black spot, like an inconspicuous grain of sand.

Whether it is Li Taibai or Li Ke, the natural and free nature is the same.

Their happiness is not always in the eyes of the world.

In the fifth year, Sun Ge waited for Pei Yuan to come to Chang'an. He lived up to the expectations of everyone.

At this time, Mingyue Restaurant had already taken the lead in Chang'an City.

At this time, Pei Yuan became more calm and calm, and the shy boy with red ears in his memory completely disappeared in the years.

Pei Yuan looked at the bustling guests in the restaurant, including literati, dignitaries, knight-errants, and common people.

In this Mingyue Winery, you can always find the most suitable wine.

This is Ah Yue's ability, he has always known it.

Pei Yuan sat in the corner of the winery, tasting the new wines produced by Mingyue Winery over the years one by one. Looking at the names of the wines, he could even imagine Li Mingyue's mood when brewing each wine.

Li Mingyue, the master brewer, has never brewed a kind of wine specially for him.

It seems that only Li Taibai has such an honor in the whole world.

If the Great Tang is divided into ten parts, Li Taibai will monopolize nine parts, this is Li Mingyue's undoubted preference for Li Taibai.

Blatant and well known.

In the eighth year, there was a scandal in the royal family.

Yang Yuhuan, the wife of Shou Wang Li Mao, was first ordered to become a Taoist priestess, and then Emperor Xuanzong ordered her to return to vulgar life and be registered as a noble concubine.

For a time, the voice of the people was in an uproar.

Even though it is high-sounding and foggy, the city of Chang'an, which extends in all directions under the feet of the emperor, never lacks discerning people.

The father takes the son's wife, and the wife becomes a mother and concubine!
Although Datang is open and inclusive, and Chang'an City is inclusive, it is still despised for blatantly violating the principles of human ethics.

However, no matter how the people talked and suspected, they couldn't stop Yang Yuhuan from being favored, and the whole family of the Yang family ascended to heaven and flourished.

The Yang family is extremely prestigious.

Xuanzong summoned, and Li Bai's Qingping Diao came out.

Afterwards, Li Bai's Yang Guifei's fairy concubine-like beautiful appearance is talked about by people.

In the tenth year, Xiao Shoudun officially took over Sunge's property in Chang'an, and Master Mingyue threw away his stink of copper, and walked the rivers and lakes with a real breeze in his sleeves.

This year, Li Taibai was 44 years old.

This year, Sunge was 42 years old.

Li Taibai has already stood at the pinnacle of the literary world of the Tang Dynasty, like the scorching sun and the bright moon, no one can compare with him.

It's just that neither of them are young anymore.

In the late spring of 744 A.D., the third year of Tianbao, this exiled immortal who had stayed in Chang'an City for ten years left Beijing quietly.

　Who will write next...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)