The Scholar Who Was Captured in the Palace: Dreams Against the Heavens

"Good poem." Someone walked over and praised softly, "The words are also strong and beautiful."

It seemed to be the voice of an old man.Cheng Ran said politely, "Please sit down."

It's really time to sit down for a while, An Zizai sat down, "Young Master Cheng, long time no see, I am An Zizai." It was really difficult to meet him, to swear not to tell Cheng Ran any news from the palace, or Or mention his illness.An Zizai let out a long sigh, and asked what is love in the world?Straight to make people prodigal and ruin the country.

"Sir, are you all right?"

"Fortunately, Mr. Cheng, I..." I have come to invite the sage to return to Beijing, and I can't finish talking, and I can't talk.

It wasn't because he was afraid of making an oath, he wouldn't live long as an old man anyway, but the maid standing next to Cheng Ran happened to interrupt him: "Mr. Cheng, the tea is getting cold, do you want me to get you a new cup? "It turned out that he had taken good precautions early on. Although he was old, he was still far from the emperor in terms of cunning.

Cheng Ran's face darkened slightly. There are so many eyeliners there, don't think he is his forbidden son, "Does Mr. An appreciate Chen Bo's poem "Return to Hermitage"? I don't like it very much. The poem sighs that the society has changed frequently. It’s worth worrying about being in danger for the king. Although it’s better to go home, I’m afraid I’ll always remember it. It’s better to change this poem to “Worrying about the Country.”

"Mr. Cheng," An Zizai was moved. Fortunately, Cheng Ran is sensible, and everything can be redeemed: "Mr. Cheng, please be respected by the old man. All the people in the world depend on you alone. We have not yet appeared a wise man." Chu Jun, if Mr. Cheng can persuade His Majesty to return to the court, it will be a merit through the ages." Damn girl, even if you stare at me again, you will finish your sentence, An Zizai gave the maid a white look.

A petal falls lightly to the eyes, the warm wind in the south of the Yangtze River is like a lover's hand, tenderness is the easiest to intoxicate, passion is the most difficult to entangle, hesitant and hesitant, but there will always be a break. "Mr. An, if the Sixth Army doesn't feel helpless, it will die before turning around like a crescent horse. Go back and think of a way. He won't watch the mountains and rivers change color."

Cheng Ran raised his head to the sky, and he could hear the sound of water. It was rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, and it was so cool and refreshing that the turbidity disappeared completely.The hurried footsteps approached slowly, and a pair of healthy arms embraced him, whispering softly in his ear: "Ran, it's raining, we're going back."

It's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow", An Zizai stood alone in the pavilion and thought about it. Only then did he realize Cheng Ran's wisdom, but unfortunately, it was wasted.From a distance, An Zizai could still see Zhao Qi covering the umbrella for Cheng Ran with his own hands, but are the people under the umbrella about to disperse?If, as Cheng Ran said, the emperor would return to court only if he had to create some turmoil, then why add "death before the crescent horse"?Walking into the rain, An Zizai couldn't help but think of the last two sentences - when the sky is forever and the earth is endless, this hatred will last forever.