Chapter 298 Mr. Xue on Earth

It was almost February, and the spring in Chang'an City was gradually melting, and the pear blossoms in Xingqing Palace were blooming.

On that day, Yang Yuhuan originally planned to go to the Liyuan to rehearse the show, but when he encountered annoying light rainy weather, he had to give up and choose new clothes bored in the hall.

Seeing that she was in a bad mood, the maid Zhang Yunrong comforted her: "Don't be upset, this light rainy pear blossom sky is just a sacred song with the saint."

"That's up to the saint to call me."

Yang Yuhuan responded and thought to himself that maybe it was time to have a fight with the saint.

People at that time said that she was pampering with all kinds of favors, but she was just looking for an excuse to imply that the saint was tired of national affairs. In fact, there were countless beauties in the harem. No matter how favored she was, she would always be dull and boring after being with others for a long time. If she was occasionally "jealous", she would not be overshadowed.

Just take advantage of the incident of Fan Nu, and find a saint to make trouble for the old man.

As he was thinking, Xie Aman arrived.

When it rained on this light rainy weather, the hair on Xie Aman's forehead was slightly wet, but she didn't care and handed out several books that were well protected in her arms.

"Can the Imperial Concubine see?"

"Um?"

"Lantianyi." Xie Aman was so excited that he didn't know how to say anything, and waved his hand: "Xue Bai and Li Bai are talking about poetry!"

"Yeah?"

Yang Yuhuan calmly spread out one of the books.

Since Li Bai gave gold to him, she has never heard of a poem like "The clouds think of clothes and flowers think of beauty". Until Xue Bai was born, they were the most outstanding talented poets in her eyes. Unexpectedly, they met and met at Lantian Post.

She seemed calm, but her fingers were trembling slightly.

A poem printed in beautiful small regular script falls into the beautiful eyes. When you read it, there is a fragrance on your mouth. This is nothing, but the next one is also so fresh and elegant, and then another one, one song after another.

The light rain of pear blossoms outside the hall gradually dissipated. Yang Yuhuan saw a bright moon shining on the river water, the breeze was gentle, and there were two fairies floating in the sky. With a wave of their hands, they drifted with a flying apricot rain. Their poetry is endless and scattered in the eternal sky.

That heroic and free and easy posture seems to span a hundred generations, destroying all poets of ancient and modern times, and making people yearn for it...

"Imperial Concubine, Imperial Concubine."

I don’t know how long it took, but a few consecutive calls brought Yang Yuhuan back to his senses from the fairyland constructed by poetry.

She turned around and saw that Zhang Yunrong was actually crying, wiping tears on the back of her hand.

This maid likes Li Taibai's poems the most.

"I can see so many peerless works in my life." Yang Yuhuan sighed: "I actually feel that it's a waste of resources after reading it once, and I feel uneasy."

"I heard that the living room of Lantianyi is full of walls." Xie Aman said: "They really occupy all the talents in the world, squander and scatter. If it were me, I would like to cover up this talent!"

"If I could see them writing poems at Lantian Post, it would be...

Zhang Yunrong was excited and almost said "I am willing to die", but Yang Yuhuan refused to allow her to say such unlucky words.

"It's really a colorful hall. It's because of these poems that it's called the prosperous Tang Dynasty."

"saint."

"saint."

While speaking, the maids in the hall bowed one by one, but Li Longji had arrived. The maids called Yang Yuhuan one after another, but unfortunately she was immersed in those poems and did not hear it.

"Please be healthy by the saint."

"What are Taizhen looking at?" Li Longji asked.

"I'm watching the poems of Li Bai and Xue Bai." Yang Yuhuan smiled and bewildered the whole country.

She knew that the saints had always liked poetry and songs, and must have read these poems, so she did not want to hand over the book in her hand, but smiled: "Is the saint willing to come for this? Do you want to call Yongxin to sing a new song?"

Li Longji actually glanced at Gao Lishi indifferently, reached out to pass the books, and opened them to take a few glances.

Yang Yuhuan realized that the saint had not learned about this in advance, and was a little surprised. After a glance at her beautiful eyes, she saw Gao Lishi appearing a little embarrassed.

Li Longji, who has always loved poetry, did not have the patience to read these poems today, and then raised his head after scanning it.

He pondered for a moment, then smiled faintly and said, "Taizhen is wrong. It is because of the prosperous Tang Dynasty that these poems have been created."

"What the saint said is very much."

"I'm tired, let's go."

"The saint is here." Yang Yuhuan couldn't help but be surprised and asked, "Is it because I am wrong and makes the saint angry?"

Li Longji was in a bad mood and waved his hand. He quickly left the palace and did not return the book to her.

Gao Lishi bent down, wanted to speak but stopped, but in the end he didn't say anything, and hurriedly followed the imperial guard.

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That night, Li Longji did not summon any concubines and drank a few glasses of wine alone. He was stunned on the imperial bed, with an occasional majesty look that could not be offended.

"The saint is in a bad mood, but are you angry about Xue Bai and Li Bai?" Gao Lishi finally found an opportunity and asked, "Neither of these two people know the fun."

"Everyone claims to be good-natured and does not know the qualities. I do not annoy them, but rather like their poems."

"Because the imperial concubine said the wrong thing?"

Li Longji smiled and said, "How can I be so angry with Taizhen?"

Gao Lishi hesitated for a moment and whispered: "That's..."

"I'm just tired." Li Longji sighed lightly and signaled Gao Lishi to say more.

He was drinking wine, sitting in the empty and luxurious palace, looking at the moon outside the palace. It was like a god looking down at his Tang Dynasty, as if he could block the glory of the world if he looked in the mirror in front of the moon.

The moonlight dimmed and before I knew it, it became completely dark.

“Where is this?”

Li Longji suddenly found himself in a strange place, so he looked around and saw Chang'an City in a distant place, so he asked again: "Is I in Mount Li?"

Not far away, someone was sweeping the floor with his back hunched over. After hearing his question, he raised his hand and pointed to the house ahead.

Li Longji narrowed his eyes, walked over, and saw words on the wall. His eyes were blurred and he took a lot of effort to finally see what was written.

——"I don't know the true face of Mount Lu."

He murmured and said in confusion: "What is this?"

"Lantianyi."

Li Longji was stunned and said in surprise: "How could I be in Lantian Post? I am drinking in Xingqing Palace."

"The saint wants to see the colorful hall, so he came." A very gentle and charming female voice sounded, and it was Yang Yuhuan who was talking.

"Taizhen, where are you? Take me back."

Strangely, Yang Yuhuan is not here.

Because Li Long left the hall, he said to the slave who was sweeping the floor: "I want to go back to Chang'an."

"Does the saint know who I am?"

"Who are you?"

The man then raised his head and shouted.

"The father can't recognize his son?!"

Li Longji was so scared that he leaned back, and what appeared in front of him was Li Ying's pale face.

This shocked his back and his body was covered in cold sweat. He quickly burst into a roar like thunder, trying to suppress the sneaky with the emperor's Longwei.

"Sad son!"

"Grandma." Li Ying walked out of the two of them and cried, "Grandma, Grandma, Grandma..."

There are all kinds of voices in the world, children, young, young, middle-aged. From childhood to adulthood, every call echoes.

Then there was a "clang" sound, and a figure wearing armor and holding a knife slowly walked over, it was Xue Rust.

Xue Su was still bleeding from her neck, but her eyes were filled with rebellious expressions. She shouted while walking: "It's over, what is your highness hesitation?"

"Get out!" Li Longji shouted: "I am the emperor, I don't believe in sneakyness, there are no sneakyness in the world!"

"There is no sneaky in the world, I was killed by Saburo."

Suddenly another female voice rang behind him. Li Longji turned around suddenly, and Concubine Wu Hui was disheveled and walked towards him frantically.

He fled in horror, but more and more people surrounded him, some calling him "Grandpa" and some calling him "Sanlang".

Li Longji was about to escape, but he vaguely heard a different title.

"Ahon."

He was stunned and slowly turned around, and saw a small figure holding a hand of his daughter-in-law Xue.

Countless ghosts around were swaying their claws, and the childish and harmless face appeared in the moonlight, but it was the most scary.

"Ahon... would it be good to stay with his grandson?"

"ah!"
To be continued...