Chapter 536: The Person’s Face Is Nowhere to Be Found, but the Peach Blossoms Still Smile in the Spring Breeze.

"After my mother passed away, my father would leave for a while every year and come to Qingzhou to remember my mother. In the first year after my mother passed away, I came here with my father to remember my mother. My father did not like wine, and I had never seen him drink. I was drunk, but when I followed him to the peach blossom forest to remember my mother, my father was drunk. "

"That was the first time I saw my father drunk. At that time, my father hugged me and told me how much he missed my mother. I never thought that the strongest father who never shed a tear would actually shed tears. ”

"My father, who was drinking heavily at that time, also wrote a poem: 'Last year, it was difficult to see peach blossoms, and I had no time to see you. Today, peach blossoms welcome you, but I can only see peach blossoms but not you.'"

"My father's poem only had these four short sentences, but it made me burst into tears. My father was a dull man, and he would only express his love for his mother in this way, but in my opinion, my father's Love is far more real than those sweet words.”

"At that time, my father might have already thought about what to do after his death."

Speaking of this, Mo Yao turned to look at Ci Song, and their eyes met. Mo Yao continued: "So Yao'er wants to ask Brother Ci Song to revise the poem his father wrote to his mother, and then engrave it here. On top of the statue.”

"Why should I change it? This is my uncle's poem. If I change it, wouldn't it be disrespectful to my uncle?"

While talking, Ci Song used his finger as a pen to inscribe the poem that Mo Yao just said on the blank space of the stone pier below the stone statue.

Immediately afterwards, a wave of talent from the surrounding world began to backfire on Ci Song. The old man in the Wen Yun Orb once said that when the pen is completed, the poem will be remembered by the world. But if he takes the first step and writes the poem that others have recited, Then he will be counterattacked by talent.

However, the intensity of this kind of backlash is really nothing to Ci Song. He has endured countless talent backlashes. For Ci Song, this kind of backlash pressure is about the same as being punched by an ordinary person. ,superficial.

He used his own talent, and in an instant he had resolved the backlash of his talent. Then he exhaled and started writing again.

“On this day last year in this forest, the faces of people and peach blossoms reflected each other’s red.

The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. "

This poem is a seven-character quatrain written by Cui Hu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. It also tells a beautiful love story. Of course, the Song Dynasty changed one word here. In the original text, it is "In this door today today last year." In the Song Dynasty, the word "men" was changed to the word "lin", because the place where Mo Yao's father and mother met was the peach blossom forest, which is more appropriate.

After writing this poem, the talent all over his body was dancing and circling, and then slowly poured into Ci Song's body. Different from the past, this time he did not feel the slightest discomfort, but felt that his body was full of power.

He closed his eyes and felt the talent flowing through his body, shuttling through his meridians. Gradually, the three fist-sized balls of talents in his Dantian began to change. They came closer to each other and began to slowly blend together. This process seems to be a silent competition, with the talents of the three groups sometimes repelling each other and sometimes attracting each other. But no matter how they struggled, they finally began to merge slowly under the guidance of Ci and Song.

When the talent grew to the size of the mouth of the basin, the whole ball of talent came to a stop.

"Huh, it seems that this poem did not allow me to break through the realm of Hanlin. This is a good thing, a good thing."

Ci Song exhaled and murmured in his heart that he had just broken through the three-fist Jinshi realm the day before yesterday. If he breaks through the Imperial Academy again today, it will inevitably make his foundation unstable.

"The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. Brother Ci Song, this poem you wrote is so beautiful."

Mo Yao looked at the poem and spoke slowly, Ci Song smiled, turned around and came to the statue, looking at the lifelike statue, he spoke slowly and said slowly: "I only hope that lovers will eventually get married. "

"Lovers get married."

Mo Yao repeated these words, tears began to well up in her eyes. She restrained the tears from falling and forcefully put them back.

She turned around, looked at Ci Song and said, "Brother Ci Song, it's great to meet you."

"Love rises with the wind, but it's hard to calm down when the wind stops." Ci Song replied.

After listening, Mo Yao hugged Ci Song. At this time, a wisp of breeze blew by, like ancient music gently ringing in her ears. It gently blew through the peach blossom forest, and those pink peach petals seemed to be awakened. The elves began to dance in a flourishing way.

The sky is full of peach blossoms, like pink clouds, surging in the blue sky. Each petal seems to be carrying the breath of life, dancing happily under the guidance of the wind. They hover and fly in the air, as if they want to show off all the beauty in the world.

In the sea of ​​flowers, the fragrance of peach blossoms spreads, and the light and sweet fragrance is intoxicating. Ci Song was surrounded by the fragrance, and the chaos in his heart seemed to be soothed by the fragrance. He slowly stretched out his hand, put it on Mo Yao's shoulder, and gently hugged her. The figures of the two people were looming in the peach blossom forest, as if they were integrated with the sea of ​​​​flowers.

On the cliff above the peach blossom forest, Sun Buxiu was sitting on the edge of the cliff, looking at the two people embracing, with a happy smile on his lips.

"Shi Yue and the others said that I don't understand the relationship between men and women. If I really don't understand, how can I help the young master to exaggerate the atmosphere?"

After saying that, Sun Buxiu raised his hand, and his talent turned into a breeze and blew into the peach blossom forest again.

. . . . . .

Ci Home, the General's Mansion, is currently immersed in a prosperous and festive atmosphere, because in a few days, it will be the wedding of Ci Song. The grand mansion is decorated with bright red like a dream. Rows of red lanterns sway in the wind, emitting a soft and warm light. Even if it is daytime, you can feel the light it emits.

Under the tall plane tree in the front yard, a group of musicians were adjusting their instruments. The melodious sound of the piano and the passionate drumbeats were intertwined, creating a solemn and warm atmosphere. In the lobby of the mansion, a gorgeously decorated The wedding hall is ready. Red satin hangs from the roof, contrasting with the golden decoration.

The servants were busy going back and forth, cleaning up, everyone's face was filled with smiles, and every place was full of joy and peace.

At this moment, Shi Yue and Shang Han were sitting in the library pavilion, looking at the edict just sent by the royal family with different expressions.

"Shi Yue, it seems that this Prince of Liang is not as mediocre as you said before."

Shang Han looked at the content of the edict and couldn't help but sigh. The content of the edict was very simple. In a simple summary, there was only one thing. The general's office performed the functions of the censor, supervised all officials, and had the right to kill first and report later.

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