stop!This is your junior brother!

Ran Cang clearly knew that he was dreaming again.

If every time you close your eyes, you will slowly look at your past like reading a storybook, then no matter who you are, you will soon find that you are in a dream.

"It's a pity, Ah Cang, you have enough understanding and perseverance. If I meet you soon, your martial arts will definitely reach a higher level."

After practicing martial arts, he was sweating profusely. Ning Heng massaged his body a few times, as if his whole body was immersed in warm water, and his fatigue disappeared.

"It's not too late to meet now." He smiled at Ning Heng with a hearty smile. If his brother and father saw it, he might be shocked and couldn't recognize it.

"If it weren't for Ah Heng, I would have never even been in contact with the world, and that's enough."

Ning Heng looked at him, suddenly smiled and shook his head, mocking himself: "It's in vain that I've grown up with you all these years, and I'm not as open-minded as you when I look at things."

What he wanted to say, Ning Heng patted him and stood up: "Come on, Ah Cang, your basic kung fu is good enough, let me teach you a set of sword skills."

Ning Heng broke two branches at random and threw one to him.

"Look good, Ah Heng."

Ning Heng raised his hand, his gaze changed.

A sword stabs out and the right arm is folded back, the left foot is raised as if fighting someone, and the body is turned half a circle. The fallen leaves are stirred up, like waves suddenly surging upwards and then falling slowly.

In the distance is the blue sky and white clouds, the distant peaks are like ink, and the nearby are yellow leaves like butterflies, full of autumn. Ning Heng puts on a white dress and puts his sword behind his back in this roll of autumn colors, nodding at Ran Cang and smiling.A golden leaf fell gently on Ran Cang's hair, but he didn't realize it.

His heart was pounding, his blood was surging, and this picturesque scroll became a foil for the person in front of him. He looked blankly at Ning Heng smiling and getting closer and closer to him, so close that he could smell the faint fragrance of green grass and his breath.

"Ah Cang."

He stared at Ning Heng's pale lips, which opened and closed and called his name.He moved his gaze upwards, and saw Ning Heng's smiling eyes, crystal bright, reflecting him inside.

"How much do you remember? Look at it carefully, the leaves fell on your hair."

Ning Heng retreated, holding a golden leaf in his hand.

He involuntarily took a small step back, stroked his hair, and blushed suddenly.

Ning Heng rubbed his head with a smile, only saying that he was shy because he saw his gaffe, so he was so considerate that he stopped mentioning it, and asked instead: "Ah Cang, how much do you remember? "

"Eighty percent." He quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but for some reason he felt lost.

"This move is called 'Into the Cloud Dragon', you can try it out."

Ning Heng folded his arms and leaned against the tree, the tree was golden.

He stretched out his hand and waved it a few times, recalling Ning Heng's appearance, and practiced the sword move seriously.

The appearance of the white clothes flying with yellow leaves is frame by frame, like a painting engraved in memory.

It should be possible, right?

He looked at Ning Heng expectantly, feeling a little nervous for some reason.

Ning Heng shook his head and said, "I have learned the style, but..."

He held Ran Cang's wrist in a pose, pulled it, and went through the pose again.

"try again?"

But Ran Cang's mind went blank.

All his attention was focused on the warmth on his wrist and the breath behind him.

"Ah Cang?"

Ran Cang reluctantly practiced again when he heard the call, but seeing Ning Heng's expression, it seemed that he had made no progress.

Ning Heng was also very strange.

This move can be said to be the simplest sword move. According to Ah Cang's previous comprehension, he should have learned it long ago.Looking at it now, he has learned all the moves, but he has no aura.

Ning Heng taught the whole afternoon unbelievingly, but it still didn't work.

Weapons have spirits, if the talent is not enough, it is not enough, instead of learning here, it is better to find another shortcut.

Looking at the frustrated Ran Cang, Ning Heng patted his head.

"It's okay, Ah Cang, tomorrow I will teach you a set of palm techniques."

Ran Cang looked at Ning Heng's waist, where there was a sword.

He clenched his fists tightly and asked, "Ah Heng, do you use a sword?"

Ning Heng was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously looked at his sword, worried that he would go into the wrong place, and said: "There are many ways, you don't have to learn swords, A Cang, you are very savvy in boxing and palm techniques, and you have learned to the extreme." all the same."

Ran Cang bowed his head, he had understood this truth a long time ago, but he was inexplicably unwilling.

He said: "Ah Heng, I know." He looked up at Ning Heng and smiled, "When I used to read story books, I often saw heroes fighting swords. In fact, it is enough to be able to practice martial arts, but Seeing that Ah Heng often wears a sword, so it's a bit..."

Ning Heng looked at him with anticipation.

Ning Heng then pulled out the sword from his waist.

In a trance, there was a blue color.

"It's called Green Bank."

Ning Heng held a sword flower, performed lightness kung fu, and jumped into the air.

In an instant, mountains and seas moved, and the clouds moved in one style.really—

Huo Ruyi shot nine sunsets, like a group of emperors and dragons flying.

Come like a thunderbolt to receive anger, stop like a Jianghai condensing clear light.

In the cool autumn wind at dusk, Ran Cang saw the beautiful scenery that he will remember in his life.

He suddenly remembered Ning Heng's words.

【If I meet you soon...】

If, if...

Ran Cang watched Ning Heng retract his sword style, and walked towards him in the afterglow of the setting sun. The sword light flowing like spring water was in his hands.

The unwillingness and longing in my heart suddenly reached a peak.

It would be great if I could meet him sooner.

……

Ran Cang woke up, he didn't know how long he had slept this time, he lay on the bed with his eyes empty, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Dreams and reality are actually very easy to distinguish. The so-called difficulty in distinguishing is just an excuse to sink.

If dreams are so real, if reality is so painful, if dreams and reality are at the same time, then why is there a need to distinguish reality from dreams?

Ran Cang pressed his forehead and rubbed his flesh, and he woke up completely.

Indulging in illusion is just an excuse for the weak, and the real strong want to turn dreams into reality.

What's the point of half being unable to get half of love, turning that half of the beauty into 100% is what he should do.

Ran Cang got up, and grasped the shackles on the bed. They used to lock Ning Heng's wrists. He stroked them like a piece of warm skin.

"Aheng..."

***

Time passed quickly, and it was New Year's Eve in a blink of an eye.

Luo Shu's guess was right, a palace banquet was indeed prepared in the palace on New Year's Eve.Ran Xingchen was devastated.

Probably in order to dispel the "rumor" that Ran Cang was seriously ill, this time the palace banquet was held extraordinarily grandly. As the prince, Ran Xingchen, as the "very important" prince of Ran Cang, would inevitably be assigned some tasks and be flattered , Condoms are close, and it is inevitable that his good brothers will trap everywhere and make things difficult every step of the way.

Fortunately, some of the listeners who sneaked in helped him, blocking the poisoned food twice, blocking the maidservant who was going to push him into the ice cave in a snowy day once, and breaking the blood for him and someone in Ran Cang's harem. The concubine drugged her and locked her in a room once.Otherwise, relying solely on his influence in the palace, he might not be able to stand well at this palace banquet.

Ran Xingchen fought in the frontier for many years, and his reputation was mostly spread among the soldiers. He was recalled to the palace, and Ran Cang had no intention of separating him from the military power.

The winter night gets dark early, and it's hard to hide the lively scene in the palace, and it's hard to hide the desolation in the corner. Ran Xingchen stood in the corner and glanced at the silently weeping little servant girl, and pressed his forehead. Can you rush over to have a meal with master and brother.

The palace gradually became lively. Ran Xingchen tidied up his clothes and entered the table with his usual gentle smile. During the period, the flattery and compliments from the officials were unavoidable. Now, who knows that the crown prince is deeply favored by the emperor, and has already begun to let the crown prince get in touch with court affairs.

Ran Xingchen smiled and greeted one by one, without leaking water. If he used to be really grateful to Ran Cang, he thought it was his father's love for protecting the calf, but now he understands what kind of person he is calling his father, and With the help of my peers, I have a clear understanding of the important issues in various places, so I understand that the so-called "important issues" are just trivial matters, and it doesn't matter even if they are reviewed casually.

He was prevented from seeing the real thing.

The so-called pampering is actually nothing more than directing the firepower on him.

Ran Xingchen saluted the emperor and queen, Ran Cang smiled and nodded to signal him to sit down.Facing flattering or jealous gazes, Ran Xingchen slowly sat on the prince's seat, thinking of Ran Cang's appearance, he couldn't help but sneer.

The royal family does not practice martial arts, but they live longer than ordinary people. They often have a life span of more than 120 years, but most people only live for dozens of years, and turn into dust due to various strange reasons.

Ran Cang is an exception.

He has lived for too long, he practiced internal strength and martial arts, his appearance and body are even younger than his sons, so young that he makes them uneasy.

With martial arts practiced to the extreme, the life span can outlast the rise and fall of several dynasties.

Those good brothers of his have been worried for a long time, worried that before that opportunity, he will be old and dead.

In order to suppress these eager sons, Ran Cang pushed Ran Xingchen to the position of prince.

But Ran Xingchen hid his edge well from these people.

Some people are eager for him to succeed to the throne, because everyone in the world knows that although the prince has a gap in his chest, he is weak and sick, and cannot practice martial arts. Now there is no one in the backyard. If he sits on the throne, he will not be able to sit for long. .

It is better to let a sick brother sit on the throne than to compete with his father, lest he end up bearing the name of killing his father and usurping the throne.

However, there are still some people, such as the fifth child, who have thought about being the crown prince for a long time.

"boom!"

The firecrackers went off.

Ran Xingchen closed his eyes, put away all his emotions, and waited for the banquet to begin.

***

The Drunken Immortal Building is quite festive and lively.

The back kitchen is in full swing. Chef Su finally followed Fang Shangqing back to Zuixianlou today. He rolled up his sleeves and competed with Chef Liu for the stove. He insisted on showing the progress of his soup making skills in the past few days. Chef Zhou Arranging the cakes in a Buddha-like way, at the end of the arrangement, I found that one piece was missing, and the plum blossom was missing a corner, as if it had been bitten by a bug, and a roar broke through the kitchen: "The shopkeeper! Did you steal something again?! "The few apprentices worked diligently, for fear that their movements would slow down Chef Wu and Chef Tian who were competing with each other.A few others silently surrounded the door, watching the shopkeeper who was caught stealing food.

Luo Zhe took Xiao Er to arrange the tables and chairs, the huge Zuixian building was brightly lit, and looked at the backyard from time to time, there were all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, all of which were prepared for tonight's show.

At the counter in the lobby, Luo Qing brought Fang Siyuan, Zhang Cheng and Zheng Qi to rush work to make red envelopes.Fang Si was too far away from home to go back, so he sent a letter to his family. After getting along for a while, Luo Shu felt that Zhang Cheng and Zheng Qi were all good, so he simply asked them to bring the family over for a New Year's Eve dinner. An old father, Zheng Qi's family has a lot of people. There is an older brother above the parents and grandparents, and a five-year-old younger sister below, but they are simple and kind-hearted, and the family that can raise such a child is not far behind.

Luo Qing was so busy with lawsuits that she complained too much about the shopkeeper, who would ask the accountant to give out red envelopes.Complaining, but still checking the bag honestly, Fang Siyuan and Zhang Cheng looked at each other with a smile and shook their heads, while Zheng Qi touched Luo Ying's head with a smile, and gave him the money and red paper, asking him to help with the bag.

"Xiaoying, you are also in school, it's time to help your brother."

Luo Ying made a grimace with a smile, and jumped to Luo Qing's side, "I'll wrap it for my brother, so I won't wrap it for you."

After half a year, his temper has become more childish, which is a good thing.

Lei Shicang, Shao Zhan, and Castle in the Sky were all invited to come together. During this period, Shao Zhan cooked a dish, burned the pot inadvertently, and was kicked out like a cat. She rarely looked dazed, Letting Lei Shicang wipe off the dirt on her face, he murmured, "This is wrong, it is obviously according to the recipe. No, no, how much is 'a little' added? How much is 'a small amount' added?" ?”

Lei Shicang had a headache, so he quietly brought Shao Zhan into the kitchen, fried a plate of tomato eggs for Shao Zhan, the man like a tower picked up the spatula, and he looked decent.

Luo Shu looked at the two of them, thinking for a while whether they were together or not, and thinking for a while that when Shao Zhan saw him not long ago, looking at his snow-white hair, he could still call out "Brother Luo Luo", until [-] handed a pastry to his eyes before withdrawing his attention.

Shao Zhan was not the only one who burned through the bottom of the pot. After Fang Shangqingxiu cooked the meat, Qu Qingxie rushed into the kitchen unconvinced, blew a hole in the pot, and was chased out by the distraught chefs.Secretly wanting to eat some Fang Shangqing's barbecue, he was surprised to find that the fourth junior brother Lan Zhui was holding his own dagger in one hand, with a piece of barbecue stuck in the dagger, eating happily.Looking at the stunned look of the senior brothers around him, Lan Zhui, who was wearing a white mask, explained in embarrassment that when he saw the barbecue, he remembered the barbecue of the master, and then thought that the senior brother roasted it very delicious, so he ate it without paying attention too much.

As soon as this remark came out, the faces of the several senior brothers turned black immediately, remembering the fear of being dominated by the master's barbecue. Almost all of the seven of them have mastered cooking skills, and Luo Shu contributed a lot to this.As for why it is "almost", it is probably because Qu Qingxie really has no culinary talent at all, and has perfectly inherited Luoshu's culinary skills. The two of them have eaten dark dishes for ten years at the bottom of the cliff. After Qingxie climbed the cliff, things will turn against each other, and his mouth is fierce.

Luo Shu was even worse. Fang Shangqing's barbecue skills were not mentioned. Later, he was almost the cook. After Qu Qingxie came, and the food returned to before liberation, it is no wonder that when Qu Qingxie asked his senior brother, All Luo Shu thought of was barbecue, so that Qu Qingxie gnawed on the bitter and fishy meat like charcoal, longing for the senior brother he had never met.

Zi Che Tuo and Zi Che Hen took off their bamboo hats, thinking that they were already eating meat, so why don't they eat something to pad their stomachs first.Zi Chehen took out a row of small knives and startled everyone. Seeing the skillful movements of a certain sage, he suddenly felt cold.

Baiguzhi looked at the gentle movements of the senior brothers, and at the golden and crispy meat that was roasted on the outside and tender on the inside. He cut off half of his leg with a single knife, and was chased and beaten by the senior brothers. Fang Shangqing shook his head helplessly. It was expected that this group of guys would be uneasy, but luckily he roasted two sheep.

Fang Shangqing slowly roasted the whole lamb, lost his mind for a while.

I don't know if the third junior brother can rush over tonight.

***

I don't know if I can make it tonight.

Ran Xingchen picked up a piece of fish and chewed it, absently watching the song and dance prepared during the palace banquet, which was already halfway through.

The ministers pushed the cups and changed them, they all drank lightly and drank less, and no one dared to lose their manners in front of the palace, but wine is a very wonderful thing, it seems that as long as you drink with me, you will get closer, so the palace The atmosphere of the banquet became more and more enthusiastic.

This time, in order to show that Ran Cang is in good health and restrain some people with evil intentions, the palace banquet is extremely grand, and the food in front of him is extremely exquisite. It turned out to be a piece of tofu.Almost all the thorns in the tender fish are removed, and the tofu is rolled a thousand times, and the fish is rolled a thousand times, and you will be drunk when you smell it.

Ran Cang was sitting in the hall, wearing a bright yellow robe with dragon pattern on it, and the pattern of nine dragons soaring clouds on it. It was made by using 81 embroiderers from the Weaver Girl Pavilion, and it took three months to make it. The sky makes Ran Cang look like a god.The empress next to him, the former Concubine De, had exquisite makeup, and a pair of imperial green streamer golden phoenix earrings were offered by the small country a few days ago. The eyes of the emperor and empress seemed to be full of affection.

"Chen'er, this green radish cake tastes good, you should eat more."

The queen smiled at Ran Xingchen and nodded, and Ran Xingchen saluted back. It was really a picture of a loving mother and filial piety.

I can't see at all that this loving mother designed to kill his mother a few years ago, and forced him to fall to the fairy cliff. Sweet porridge with slow poison.It was impossible to see at all that this filial son's secret power had broken through the opponent's two secret posts, and had infiltrated into her natal family's power without a trace.

Ran Xingchen took a bite of the green radish crisp, it tasted pretty good, I don't know if Master would like it.Ran Xingchen was stunned for a while, and then secretly laughed, it's not that there is no imperial cook in Zuixian Tower, is there anything Master wants to eat, so there is no need to use such a cold snack.

The palace banquet requires a lot of food, so naturally there is no guarantee that every dish is hot. In fact, in this kind of weather, the food on the palace banquet is already completely cold.

"Third brother, I offer you a toast."

Ran Xinghe came over with a wine glass, full of smiles, and his eyes could not hide the sternness. Ran Xingchen was bored, but still cheered up and nodded at him with a smile, and picked up the wine glass casually, "Fifth brother, you are welcome."

The two drank at the same time, and Ran Xinghe gave him a gouged look, with a mockery that couldn't be concealed, and a gloating look.

His younger brother, who can't hide what he is thinking at all, really depends on him having a good mother, otherwise he will inevitably eat so much that there are not even bones left.

Ran Xingchen hooked the corners of his lips without emotion, and looked at the sixth prince Ran Xinghu who walked forward, the two exchanged pleasantries, and poured another glass of wine into their throats.

He felt the sight of the Seventh Prince who kept drifting over, and then looked at the Twelfth Prince who was about to get up, he took a piece of fish and chewed slowly, calmly running his internal force, his face was blushing.

He, Ran Xingchen, was weak and sick, and couldn't bear the strength to drink, how could he stand the brothers drinking glass by glass.

Ran Xingchen's face was flushed, but his eyes were still clear, he moved forward and retreated with discretion, and had been with the twelve princes a few times, it seemed that the third prince loved his younger brothers, and the younger brothers were a little ignorant.

All the ministers have eyes, who don't know the turbulent waves among the princes, and sigh in their hearts that the third prince can't be ruthless about some things in Shanghai. Difficult.

But thinking about it this way, the scales in my heart inevitably tipped slightly.

An emperor who is nostalgic and not indecisive in national affairs is better than an emperor who thinks about dealing with his brothers.

Loyal ministers are also human beings, if it wasn't for the country's catastrophe, who would want to give a deadly remonstrance.

"Chen'er, use more vegetables." Ran Cang said suddenly, watching the movements below.

Ran Xingchen saluted and said yes, and took some food, but there was no one toast after him.

After all, he is the "beloved" prince, and it's time for his good father to take action.

Ran Xingchen chewed it, but he couldn't taste the taste of the chrysanthemum fish. He always felt that it was not as attractive as Chef Liu's egg noodles in Zuixianlou.

During this period of time, the inside and outside of the palace were too strict, and the news could not be spread. As the prince who was often summoned to review memorials, he naturally had no resources to spare. Some news, I don't know if it will be delivered before the New Year's Eve dinner tonight.

For example, Ran Cang wanted to use all means to discredit Ning Heng, and then expose Ning Heng's whereabouts, making him spurned by the entire martial arts world, making him unable to explain, making him have to return to him even if he broke free from the shackles.

For example, Ran Cang was working on collecting Nether Orders, and he teamed up with Shi Jijiao. The funny thing was that the spies of Shi Jijiao were caught in the Tiandi Xuanhuang Army.

For example, Ran Cang got a wood carving in the shape of a small tree. It looks very precious, but there is nothing special about it. I don’t know if there is any mystery.

For example, his frontier spies reported news that Yin Guo seemed to be planning something and was about to make a move. He was caught by a team of a hundred people who wanted to infiltrate Qiongguo.This news was reported, but no one knew which level of officials had forgotten it.

……

There are thousands of candles shining in the palace, reflecting the whole palace like daytime, the limbs of the dancers in light veils are as soft as snakes, and the violins and pipas are lingering around the beams. , There is an indescribable affection between the two.

Really.

It's boring.

***

"Master, what is this?"

Bai Guzhi squatted beside Luo Shu, Luo Shu was holding a cube the size of a millstone in his hand, which looked quite spectacular.

"It's fireworks."

Luo Shu put down the fireworks, posed a satisfactory angle left and right, and the hand holding the incense was eager to try.

"This, so big!"

Baigu stared at the fireworks in disbelief, and Fang Shangqing and the others involuntarily moved over.

That is!Produced in the mall, it must be a boutique.Today, the mall finally took advantage of the holiday discount, but he spent a lot of points.

"Come and come, everyone step back and take a look for the teacher."

Everyone took a few steps back to make way for the open space. Luo Shu covered his ears with one hand, stretched his arms to light the fuse, saw sparks on it, turned his head and ran, and when he ran to [-], the "big square" The fuze finally burned to the end, and there was a sound of "chirp--", a golden streamer rushed to the sky, there was a sound of "rustling", a firework exploded, and the sky that had been snowed for several days suddenly saw a river of stars all over the sky.

Golden, red, grass green, pink, silver...like chrysanthemums, like shooting stars, like a river of stars, like a silver rain, falling on the world with a gentle residual warmth.

All the people in Zuixianlou ran out to watch, cheering endlessly, a group of people were like a group of children, arguing which firework is better, cheering for each firework.

Luo Shu quietly took [-]'s hand, [-] was taken aback, and he clenched his backhand tightly, his palm warm.

After the fireworks were set off, and after confirming that the big square would not "chirp" again, everyone was a little bit unsatisfied. Zuixianlou did buy a lot of firecrackers, but there were no such fireworks.

Luo Shu smiled and shouted loudly: "If you want firecrackers, come and get them from me! Pay attention to safety, if anyone dares to burn something, go and pour me three days' worth of slop!"

"Wow--!"

The crowd swarmed up, lined up honestly, and took one by one, and after a while, colorful and varied brilliance bloomed in Zuixianlou.

"Brother Fang..." Wang Yi pursed his lips, and wanted to stretch out his hand to pull Fang Siyuan, but withdrew his hand again. Fang Siyuan looked back at him, and Wang Yi's hand in the sleeve shrank slightly.

"Happy New Year."

Fang Siyuan smiled and nodded, "Happy New Year, Brother Wang."

Wang Yi gave him the things in his hand, and said softly, "You said earlier that the seven treasure lotus bag is delicious."

Wrapped in oiled paper, there are usually three Qibao lotus buns on a plate, but it looks like there are seven or eight.

Fang Siyuan was stunned for a moment, he wanted to say something, looked at Wang Yi, and finally sighed softly.

"Then, thank you, Brother Wang."

"If you don't like it, then I...huh?"

Wang Yi suddenly raised his head and then lowered his head. He passed the oil paper over, then raised his head again, facing Siyuan's eyes.

"Happy New Year."

……

"Scattering clouds! Scattering clouds!"

Yang Er sneaked out while his elder brother turned a blind eye, and finally found Luo Qing in the crowd, smiling foolishly, "Sanyun, I brought you fireworks, these things are hard to buy, put them away very nice!"

As soon as Yang You finished speaking, she heard a "chirp—" and a large firework bloomed in the sky. She was dumbfounded, and blushed embarrassedly and hid the firework behind her back.Luo Qing sighed, "Aren't you going to give it to me?"

Yang You stammered, "But, but..."

As he spoke, he took out the fireworks, Luo Qing smiled and took them, staring into his eyes, "I like it very much."

luv't……

I don't know if I like fireworks or what.

Yang Er only felt top-heavy, dizzy and didn't know the east, west, north, south, "Scattering clouds, scattered clouds..."

Luo Qing handed him the flower-shaped firecracker in her hand, "I'll give this to you."

Yang Er quickly took it, under the flickering fireworks, the slightly smiling Luo Qing made him dizzy, subconsciously clicked one, and threw it away like usual firecrackers——

"Wait, that's—"

"Which little bastard threw firecrackers in the backyard?! Yang Er, go pour the slop for me!"

Chef Su's roar was mixed with the sound of fireworks resounding through the backyard.

***

Is there enough time?

Everyone thought Ran Xingchen had already fallen asleep, but now he was running on the road. He was only wearing a single suit, but a thin layer of sweat ran out of his forehead.

Hurry up, hurry up.

If the horse is not fast enough, it will ride the clouds; if the boat is not fast enough, it will walk on the water. Ran Xingchen ran past the sound of firecrackers, past the lingering fragrance, and past the uninhabited wilderness, like a lone goose flying south, past the red houses lights.

What exactly is home?Could it be that only people connected by blood can be called family members?

Ran Xingchen ran desperately, and the wind became sharper due to acceleration, reminding him of the cold wind like a knife in the frontier, mixed with snowflakes, blowing on his face.

At that time, he wondered when he would be able to go home.

Every year, he and the soldiers on the frontier, it's best to light up a big pot and eat a meal of meat.

At that time, all the soldiers were wondering when they could go home.

Ran Xingchen ran with disheveled hair, his clothes were open, and his usual gentle appearance had long been chaotic like a homeless man who had been wandering for a long time, only his eyes became brighter as he ran.

Until I saw the door of Zuixian Tower in the distance.

He stopped to straighten his clothes, tied up his sideburns, and slowly walked towards the door as if performing some ceremony.

The two bright lights in his eyes reached their peak when he pushed the door.

There was a lively sitting in the lobby, talking and laughing like elves jumping in the room, all the tables were lined up in a long strip, and when they heard the sound of the door being pushed, they all looked over in unison.

Luo Shu greeted with a smile.

"Little Sanzi, hurry up, you are the only one missing."

The author has something to say: The poems in this article are excerpted from Du Fu's "Watching Gongsun Da Niang's disciples dancing swords and weapons" and the preface

There is a poem I saw today, and I found that it simply wrote the Ning Heng in Zhuzi’s heart

Li Duwei Ancient Sword

【Tang】【Bai Juyi】

The ancient sword is cold and gloomy, and it has been forged for thousands of years.

The white light embraces the sun and the moon, and the purple air moves the bullfight.

If you have a look, you dare not ask for love.

In the zhanran jade box, the autumn water is clear and does not flow.

The supreme treasure has its own nature, and it has no companions.

It can be folded inch by inch, but not soft around the fingers.

May the hearts of scholars be straightened quickly, and the heads of ministers will be broken.

Don't want to report petty grievances, stabbing private revenge in the middle of the night.

I advise you to use it carefully, and you will not be ashamed to be a magic soldier.

A stupid author can't write such a good poem, but this poem is simply the perfect senior Ning (≧? "Soft", I love it so badly, I crazily confess to Bai Juyi!