Chapter 918 How many buildings are in the mist and rain

Xia Ningmeng was not tired at all. She could finally be surrounded by greenery, blowing the gentle wind and breathing fresh air. She did not want to go back to the car, even though the car was as comfortable as at home. But she did not intend to continue looking at her phone.

My neck and spine are uncomfortable when I keep my head down all the time. The key is radiation.

So she suggested taking little K for a walk along the tree-lined path, and the family of three walked aimlessly along the tree-lined path.

Little K jumped up and down in front, Xia Ningmeng held Jian Jichen's arm, there were only three of them in the world, they were peaceful and happy, and the years were quiet.

"Where's your poem? Come with a few nice lines."

"Poetry? What kind of thing do you want to hear?"

Jian Jichen was casual, he just felt that the artistic conception was so good that he wanted to write a few poems to cleanse his stinky mind.

"The wind is late, the sun is beautiful, and the smoke is bright. The green trees are still lingering in the early morning. The years are easy to wither, and the spring scenery is only suitable for long-lasting regrets. The pond is faintly startling with thunder and dawn. The willow eyes are not yet blooming. The plum calyx is small. I respect those who are in front of me and love the new things, which is unethical.

Things are new and people are getting old.”

"That's right. Just in time. Who wrote it?"

"Guess what, Ji Chen?"

There are so many poets throughout the ages, how could Jian Jichen guess it? No one even knew about the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties. Xia Ningmeng was surprised: "Ji Chen's knowledge has improved a lot, and he actually knows that this poem is

Among the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties."

Jian Jichen, the blind cat, met a dead mouse, laughed out loud and said, "It's all the fault of my wife."

The two of them were walking and talking about Ouyang Xiu's stories. When talking about Ouyang Xiu, they naturally mentioned his famous poem "The Drunkard's Pavilion" that has been passed down to this day. When talking about "The Drunkard's Pavilion", they naturally mentioned Langya Mountain.

"Langya Mountain?"

"This Langya is not that Langya." The conversation between the two turned to the Emperor of Nanliang in history.

"There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, and how many towers are in the mist and rain" is enough to prove that this emperor was a deeply addicted Buddhist fan.

Emperor Liang's sixth brother, Prince Ji, had an affair with Emperor Liang's daughter, the eldest princess, and planned to usurp the throne. However, the affair was exposed, the assassin was killed, and Emperor Liang's daughter committed suicide without being able to see her father.

Prince Yu's mother, Wu Shuyuan, was originally the concubine of Donghun Hou. She only gave birth to Prince Yu after being with Emperor Liang for seven months. After Wu Shuyuan fell out of favor, she resented Emperor Liang and told her son about giving birth to him within seven months. Prince Yu thought that

He was the son of Donghun Hou and eventually defected to the Northern Wei Dynasty.

From the son of Emperor Liang to General Xuanmeng Chen Qingzhi, from the Three Kingdoms of Cao Wei, Sima Yi and Sima Zhao were in power, the Sima family overthrew Cao Wei, destroyed Sun Wu, to the Rebellion of the Eight Kings, the fall of the Western Jin Dynasty, and the Sixteen Kingdoms period. Sima Yi's fifth

His son, Sima Rui, the grandson of King Sima Min of Langya, moved south to establish the Eastern Jin Dynasty in Jiankang. When the family of three leisurely returned to the RV, Xia Ningmeng said, "As for Princess Nihuang, she is a purely fictitious character who does not exist."

I ended my history lesson.

At dinner time, the RV was driving in the center of Mocheng City, where the lights were on. Outside the vehicle was busy traffic, neon lights were flashing, and people were looking forward to it. Inside the vehicle, a family of three enjoyed a simple dinner while admiring the night view.

They went directly back to Ligang Midu. After a whole day of playing, Xiao K was already asleep when he walked in. Xia Ningmeng, who was originally sleepy, took a shower and all her sleepiness was washed away. Jian Jichen lit up the night light in the living room.

After getting off work, she couldn't sleep for a while, so she sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with milk in her hand, quietly admiring the harbor under the night sky.

Days of leisure are always short-lived. Jian Jichen went to work early the next morning. Xia Ningmeng was woken up by a phone call from her professor, informing her that her next stop was a field internship in South Africa.
Chapter completed!