After being divorced, my identity as a poet was exposed

go home……

Family?
I have been wandering around all my life, where is my home?

Uncle Zhong suddenly realized that he had no home at all!

Since the fall of the Yong Kingdom, I have stayed in Yujing City, the capital of the Ning Kingdom, for a long time, but do I have my own home in Yujing City?
After leaving Yujing City and coming to this grassland, many years passed in the blink of an eye, and now he has settled down in Dahuang City.

But this place of refuge is not home.

This is just a stop on his journey of life.

He suddenly thought of his junior brother Wen Boiyu.

Wen Boyu also traveled to various countries and made his home all over the world.

Even if Wen Boiyu married Ye Wan and built Boiyu Xiaozhu in Guangling City... that should have been his home.

But he destroyed that home with his own hands.

Now, he has become the chief minister of Ningguo's cabinet and lives in a quiet residence in Kyoto. Is that his home?

He thought of his proud disciple Qiao Zitong again.

Qiao Zitong has a family.

His home was originally in Meiyuan, but now it is in Guiyuan of Wu State.

Qiao Zitong had already said that when he no longer wanted to stay outside, he would go to Wu Kingdom's Return Garden...

Although it is good to return home, it is still not my home.

Of those old immortals in the past...only Fan Taohua truly had a family.

But now the home she had worked so hard to manage didn't seem like a home anymore.

The man ran away.

She chased after his man. Although the Dingguo Hou Mansion in Kyoto still existed, it actually existed in name only.

The garden is full of flowers...

Is this old guy's home located in the small courtyard in the backyard of Taiyuan University?
Or should it be in Wanxi Zhai?
When Xiao Mantou died, he seemed to have no complete family.

When I was young, I felt that home was a prison and a fetter, and that marrying a wife and having children was a burden.

I always think that I have to carry my ideals and the world on my shoulders.

When old age comes.

It's this New Year's Eve time.

He suddenly discovered that he had neither realized his ideals nor saved the world in his life, but instead ended up with a miserable ending of being homeless.

After all the calculations, I failed to calculate myself.

Really old.

It’s really beyond my capabilities.

It seems that since Li Chenan returned to Ningguo, he suddenly lost his fighting spirit.

Chen'an's ascension to the throne was probably the biggest thing he had ever done in his life.

Once this is done, there will be no more big things.

Whether it's the remnants of the great separation or the desolate country going south, these are all small things.

This kid...

Uncle Zhong's old face suddenly showed a loving smile.

"I'll be back home in a year or two."

"Come on, let's have a drink first."

Everyone raised their glasses and drank a glass of wine together.

Putting down the wine cup, Uncle Zhong looked at Liang Manman.

"When do you plan to leave?"

"I'll leave roughly in the third grade of junior high school."

"Oh... that's fine. Since you have decided to go home, let's go back early."

"I heard that tomorrow is the first year of Zhen'an in Ningguo. I will write a letter for a while and you can help me take it to Ningguo and give it to Chen'an."

"……it is good!"

Liang Manman poured wine, "Xiang Zhong, since you are from Ning, do you still have family in Ning?"

"If so, please write a letter home and send it to your family so that your family won't worry about you."

Uncle Zhong laughed loudly, stroked his long beard, and did not answer Liang Manman's question.

"drink wine!"

"Let us celebrate the arrival of the first year of Zhen'an in this foreign country!"

……

……

Changle City.

By the moonlit lake.

Upstairs near water. Su Xiaoxiao filled another glass of wine for everyone. At this time, she raised her glass again, her beautiful eyes were flowing, and she said with a smile:

"The first glass of wine was given to the soldiers at the border. This second glass of wine..."

"Zhaohua went through twenty-five years, which was the most unbearable twenty-five years for Ningguo."

"It's finally better now."

"The regent ascended the throne and became emperor, and the policies he issued gradually made Ningguo more vibrant."

"Although the little girl is in a brothel, she can still feel the subtle changes in Ningguo in the past two years."

"Businessmen are full of fighting spirit because of the New Deal, and students are studying hard because of the fairness of scientific examinations."

"The first year of Zhen'an must be a new beginning. It means that our Ning country has truly bid farewell to the past..."

"The little girl believes that in the years to come, our Ning country will surely walk on a flowery road under the leadership of the emperor!"

"Your business will definitely get better and better."

"Of course you will make a lot of money."

"If any of you gentlemen are officials and have such a good emperor, then the road to promotion will be smooth at every step... But remember not to be greedy. I heard that the emperor is not merciful when punishing corrupt officials."

She smiled playfully, "When the time comes, if you gentlemen come to this Jinshui Tower again... you will have to reward the little girl more!"

"With this second glass of wine, let's celebrate the arrival of the first year of Zhen'an together!"

Everyone raised their glasses and drank the second glass of wine together.

Li Chenan glanced at Su Xiaoxiao again. Not only was this girl beautiful, she was also very smart.

The most important thing is that he never expected that a woman in a brothel would have such a high level of thinking.

Under his gaze, Su Xiaoxiao stood up again, walked around the table with the wine bottle, and filled everyone's third glass of wine.

“Tonight’s theme is the New Year’s Eve Gala.”

Putting down the wine bottle, Su Xiaoxiao also looked at Li Chenan and said with a smile:

"The Literary Society will naturally focus on poetry, but it's a pity that Changle City doesn't have a literary circle like the one in Yujing City."

"It's winter right now, and the Yangtze Lake is also frozen this month. Otherwise, it would be more artistic to invite those literati to board a boat to drink and write..."

"Yihonglou has set up a writing desk outside, and a banquet has been held under the stage. I guess someone will come up to the stage to leave writing after a while."

"This is naturally incomparable with the Mid-Autumn Festival in the Kyoto literary world two years ago... It is a pity that the little girl did not have the opportunity to see Mr. Xiao Li at that Mid-Autumn Festival and wrote sixteen wonderful poems, which made him famous as a poet. grand occasion."

"The little girl is also looking forward to this New Year's Eve party."

Although this was said, Su Xiaoxiao didn't seem to care much in her tone.

With Li Chenan's poems in front of him, who else among the students in the world can surpass him?

It's better to say it's expectation than regret.

It's a pity that the Poet Immortal became the emperor. It's probably hard for anyone in the world to become a Poet Immortal anymore.

"This is my third glass of wine, little lady, I would like to thank you all for your support."

"The little girl is just a prostitute. It is a great honor for the little girl to be praised by everyone..."

"Everyone, please, I respect you, little girl, do it first!"

Three glasses of wine.

Su Xiaoxiao's face turned red.

She filled up the wine for everyone again and came to the table next to her.

sit down.

Raise your hand.

His fingers landed on the strings.

As soon as he fiddled with it, a pleasant sound came from the piano.

"The little girl played and sang for everyone the song "Die Lian Hua" he composed when he met Miss Zhongli San at Huaping Lake on March 3 of that year."

"It is said that this song "Butterfly Loves Flowers" is the first lyric he wrote, and it is also the most widely sung song."

Su Xiaoxiao calmed down. For a moment, she seemed to have entered the artistic conception of that word, and a trace of lovesickness suddenly appeared on her beautiful face.

The piano sounds.

I don't think about the monk as if he was intoxicated.

The singing begins.

Zhuang Ding's spring soul flies into the sky.

Desolate Country, Nanxi Prefecture.

Wang Zhenghaoxuan's sword rises again...

Wind lives.

Snow is silent.

The horse neighed.

The mourning shocked the world. (End of chapter)