[Quick Transmigration] Disaster for the country

The peonies in Chang'an are in bloom, and countless tourists come to enjoy the flowers one after another. The blossoms are graceful and luxurious, against the bright moon and high-rise buildings, they are extremely beautiful.

Looking at these flowers, Bai Juyi couldn't help composing a poem. At this moment, an old man shook his head and sighed: "Now that the Lord of Beauty is not here, these peonies dare to compete for beauty."

Bai Juyi asked curiously: "Old man, what is the Lord of Beauty?"

The old man said: "Have you ever known that Concubine Yang from Xuanzong's first dynasty?"

Bai Juyi smiled: "Of course I know!"

That is the most beautiful woman in the world in Li Bai's poems!

Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful and Xiangrong, the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold of Revlon, if you don't meet at the top of Qunyu Mountain, you will meet at Yaotai under the moon!

In the whole world, who doesn't know the beauty of the imperial concubine?

The old man said with emotion: "I think back then, when Princess Xianyi held a peony flower fair, countless dignitaries and dignitaries brought rare peonies, which were colorful and beautiful for a while, until she came..."

This she is obviously referring to the imperial concubine.

Bai Juyi asked eagerly: "Then what? What happened?"

The old man showed a look of yearning for memories, and his eyes lit up: "Then all the peonies closed in an instant, and they lowered their heads to the ground. The imperial concubine, she has the appearance of a shameful flower!"

At the moment when he mentioned the imperial concubine, his old face glowed, as if he had returned to decades ago.

Listening to his description, Bai Juyi couldn't help but yearn for it, and imagined a figure that would overwhelm the country and the city in his mind.

At this time, the old man walked up to those peonies excitedly, and scolded them: "It's just some vulgar pink flowers. If the imperial concubine is still here, how dare you bloom?"

He actually scolded Hua, like a madman.

The people at the side said to Bai Juyi: "Don't pay attention to him, he is just a lunatic. He was a rich man when he was young. Later, he went through the war, his family was in decline, and he talked about it every day."

Another person laughed and said, "How could someone be so beautiful that Bai Hua would be ashamed? This is too exaggerated!"

The others laughed too.

The old man accused angrily: "The beauty of the imperial concubine is unparalleled in the world! You ignorant children, how can you not believe it!"

Others just looked at him with a smile and didn't take his words to heart, but Bai Juyi believed it, and he became very interested in this beautiful woman who is so beautiful.

When he returned home, he dug out all the books about Xuanzong and the imperial concubine, and got a lingering love story from a few words.

The more I read, the more I can't help but want to have a glimpse of the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty and this pair of legendary emperors and concubines.

Bai Juyi decided to write a poem for them, so he searched around for those old people from Xuanzong's reign, trying to restore the old events.

Soon after, a Dongying monk found Bai Juyi.

The monk said: "I heard that you want to write a poem for Xuanzong and the imperial concubine?"

Bai Juyi was very surprised: "You also know Xuanzong and the imperial concubine?"

The monk said: "My Chinese teacher was once an envoy to the Tang Dynasty."

Bai Juyi was very happy: "So he has seen the imperial concubine with his own eyes?"

The monk nodded: "The reason why I came to Datang is to fulfill my teacher's long-cherished wish."

The monk described that dreamy birthday banquet, with splendid prosperity, all nations came to court, and a woman more brilliant than the bright moon slowly appeared on the stage.

Every foreign envoy was shocked, for this prosperous Tang Dynasty, for this unparalleled beauty.

The envoy sent to Tang Dynasty stayed in Tang Dynasty for a year, and he witnessed the most glorious time of this great dynasty. Later, he returned to Dongying, and news of the war in the Central Plains came immediately after.

The sea blocked everything, and I don't know how many years later, the sea transportation was opened again. At this time, the envoy sent to Tang Dynasty learned that the imperial concubine had already died in Mawei Post, and Xuanzong had also died.

The envoys sent to the Tang Dynasty were unbelievable. How could such a powerful dynasty decline?

That is a dynasty that shines all over the world like the sun!

The envoy to the Tang Dynasty was already old, and his body could no longer bear the vicissitudes of the sea journey. He could only look at the country that he could never return to, and sigh every day.

He would tell everyone how prosperous the Tang Dynasty was. The agarwood was lit in the palace, and a large cart could be used up in one night. Thousands of pearls shone at night, making the whole palace as bright as day.

And that legendary beauty, more beautiful than a flower, brighter than a bright moon, beyond the limits of human imagination.

But no one believed what he said. After the sea transportation was opened, many people went to Datang. Although the place is beautiful, it is not as good as the kingdom of gods as he described.

The envoys sent to the Tang Dynasty could only describe stories that no one believed over and over again, and shed tears to regret the prosperous age that had disappeared.

Later, his white hair became more and more, he was too old to be old, and then he died.

Before he died, he held the monk's hand and told him to take a look at Datang for himself.

After hearing this story, Bai Juyi sighed endlessly, which further strengthened his wish to complete the poem.

Bai Juyi wanted to know how the imperial concubine died, so he found a sergeant who was in Maweipo back then, and the other man was also gray-haired now.

Looking at his wrinkled face and cloudy eyes, Bai Juyi felt as if he had flipped through a yellowed history book.

As the other party's old voice sounded, the history book was opened by Bai Juyi, and that past event reappeared in the world.

"At that time, we all wanted her to die, thinking that her existence ruined Datang."

"Until the moment she came out, the soldiers of the three armed forces saw her."

"She walked out quietly in a red dress."

"She's so beautiful...so beautiful..."

The sergeant has been marching and fighting all his life, and he can't say any gorgeous words. He just sighs and praises her beauty repeatedly. It seems that only by saying it a thousand or ten thousand times can he express her beauty.

"I still remember that the imperial concubine's dress was embroidered with butterflies and peonies, and the pipa she held in her hand had patterns of tangled lotus."

Even after so many years, he still remembers it clearly, because this scene has been deeply engraved in his mind, and he will always recall it from time to time.

"Soldiers from the three armed forces surrounded her, but she didn't have a trace of fear."

"It was cloudless that day, but when she played the pipa to bid farewell to Xuanzong, it was raining in the sky."

"God weeps..."

"I really wanted to save the imperial concubine, but I'm just a small soldier, what can I do?"

"The imperial concubine didn't say anything, she didn't even shed tears, she drank the glass of poisoned wine in order to allow His Majesty to reach Sichuan safely."

"I quietly watched her die..."

Speaking of this, the sergeant burst into tears.

Bai Juyi also shed tears. Since ancient times, the beauties were unlucky, and the affectionate women all died without exception.

Fortunately, Xuanzong is safe and sound, which can be regarded as allowing the imperial concubine to fulfill her wish.

Bai Juyi worked hard to find some court ladies who served Xuanzong back then, and learned from them that Xuanzong never smiled after the death of the noble concubine, and often faced the spring flowers and autumn moon alone, thinking of the noble concubine.

It's a pity that heaven and man are separated forever, and this pair of lovers will never see each other again.

Bai Juyi returned home with a sad heart, and began to write the song of eternal regret. Halfway through the writing, he heard that there was a Taoist priest with profound Taoism who had found the soul of the imperial concubine for Xuanzong, so he immediately went to pay respects.

The Taoist priest had already lived for more than 200 years, regardless of common matters, it was because Bai Juyi stuffed some money for his young disciple before he was let in.

The Taoist chief talked about his experience of looking for the fairy mountain, and said: "The imperial concubine misses Xuanzong day and night, and when she heard that the poor Taoist is the messenger of the emperor, she immediately burst into tears, as if pear blossoms were raining, and it broke my heart."

The Daoist sighed, as if he was recalling the beautiful and infatuated woman: "The imperial concubine kept asking the poor Taoist: Is your majesty all right? The poor Taoist told her that after Xuanzong lost her, he lost his soul every day, and the imperial concubine was crying again and again. Give the jade hairpin to Pindao, let Pindao pass it on to Xuanzong, hope he can cherish it."

Hearing such a sad ending, Bai Juyi was so sad that he returned home and finished writing "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" in one go.

After finishing writing, he copied a copy of the poem and gave it to the Dongying monk.

The monk was so moved after seeing the poem, he took it back to Dongying and recited it in front of the grave of the envoy sent to Tang Dynasty.

Later, this poem spread all over the world, and the world was moved by this sad love, and sang it through the ages.

No one knew that the love they yearned for was fake from beginning to end.