Chu Tian was silent for a while, looked at Zi Xiaosheng and sighed.

"Since that's the case, Brother Zi, you have already made a name for yourself, then please listen to me, Brother Zi."

"The story I told was that year, I was on the street..."

Zi Xiaosheng quickly interrupted Chu Tian's words: "It's an old beggar again? Let them die! Stop talking nonsense and tell serious stories! You dare to say that you heard from the old beggar, and then the old beggar choked to death again, choked to death. Do you believe it or not, I will throw you into the river?"

Chu Tian coughed violently, and he looked at Zi Xiaosheng and said seriously: "This time I was definitely not an old beggar. That winter, I picked up an 18-year-old girl covered in bruises at the intersection of Minzhou City."

Zi Xiaosheng raised his slap and signaled to hit him down.

Chu Tian hurriedly laughed a few times. He raised his hands behind his back, raised his head slightly, looked at the sky and sighed heavily.

"Then, no one can tell the time when the story begins. What kind of dynasty was that? Most of the ancient books of the ancient Qin Dynasty have been lost, let alone the ancient times that are even more ancient and unreliable? Therefore, on a certain year, month and day, a certain treasure of the heavenly flowers, in the extremely romantic court."

Chu Tian said it casually and slowly recited a poem.

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He is born with beauty and is hard to give up on himself, and he is chosen by the king once.

Looking back, I smiled charmingly, and the pink and colorful palaces of the six palaces are not colored.

The spring cold is filled with bathing in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water is used to wash the grease.

The servant was helping him up with his weak power, and he was the first time he had received his new kindness.

The clouds are covered with flowers and golden steps, and the lotus tent is warm to spend the spring night.

Spring night is short and the sun rises high, and the king will not go to court early from now on.

I have no time to serve the banquet, and I have to go out for spring nights.

There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand are pampered.

The golden house is made of a beautiful servant at night, and the jade house is drunk and spring after the banquet."

Zi Xiaosheng opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth wide. There was vague saliva flowing down the corners of his mouth, looking at Chu Tian like a ghost.

Aunt Feng leaned over at some point, and she looked at Chu Tian with a gloomy look, muttering over and over again: "Looking back, smiling and charming, the pink and beautiful six palaces are not colored... It's not a matter of the royal palace, who can come up with such a sentence?"

In the reed marsh, a big man knelt on the ground, with a table in front of him, and wrote quickly with a brush in his hand, and wrote down every word of Chu Tian.

Chu Tian looked up at the sky, looked at the clouds flying in the sky, slowly pinched the story of "The Palace of Eternal Life" and changed the appearance. He mixed in some extremely gorgeous sentences, and said it intentionally.

"By the way, the lay Buddhist Qinglian raised his glass to the emperor in the golden hall, and a masterpiece of eternal song was sang."

After saying that, Chu Tian raised his hands high, applauded hard and shouted loudly.

"Don't you see that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, flows to the sea and never returns.

Haven't you seen that the mirror in the high hall is sad and the white hair is as white as black hair in the morning, and the evening turns into snow.

You must be happy when you are in a happy life, and don’t let the golden cup face the moon empty.

I was born with my talents and I would be useful, and I would come back after all my money was lost.

It is fun to cook sheep and slaughter cattle, and you must drink three hundred cups of it at a time.

Master Cen, Danqiu Sheng, don’t stop the glass when you are about to drink.

I will sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.

Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, I hope I will never wake up again after being drunk.

Since ancient times, all sages were lonely, and only those who drink were left with their names.

King Chen had a banquet for Pingle in the past, and he ate a lot of fun and cheerful wine.

What does the owner say is that he has little money? He has to buy it and drink it with you.

A rich horse, a thousand gold fur, and a man will be given a good wine, and will be sold with you forever sorrow."

Zi Xiaosheng, Aunt Feng's body shook violently, and her long hair stood up straight like thunder. The wind was blowing around them, and waves of terrible power were gathering momentum. A short river behind Zi Xiaosheng suddenly stagnated, and every drop of water and every wave solidified in the air.

"This, this, this!" Zi Xiaosheng, Aunt Feng's eyes flashed, and their eyes seemed to be swirling.

Chu Tian didn't know what the scenery outside the Jin Dynasty was.

However, in the Great Jin Dynasty, the poems of those literati and poets were considered to be old-fashioned and rigid to the extreme.

Either four words or five sons, they pay attention to strict front and back rhythms. Each sentence, each word is like a mud carved wooden body, so strict that it is not humane. Even though the literati and poets of the Jin Dynasty piled up extremely gorgeous words into these deadly metrical verses, their poems are still like zombies in the coffin, and even if they are painted with countless rouge and lipstick, they still don’t get angry.

This song "About Wine" is magnificent, romantic and heroic, like a river coming up from the sky, shattering the old-fashioned and stereotyped style of the Great Jin Dynasty. Even if anyone comes into contact with it for the first time, he will be shocked by this eternal beautiful article. At such a moment, Zi Xiaosheng and Aunt Feng.

"This, this, who is this Qinglian layman?" Zi Xiaosheng was already a little incoherent: "If he is still alive, he will be captured from the world and the earth. He must take him as a retainer, write these, write these every day... baby!"

A wisp of shiny saliva flowed down the corner of Zi Xiaosheng's mouth more than three inches long. Chu Tian saw it, but Chu Tian deliberately did not say anything.

He said slowly, in order to deliberately give the wolf demons a rest and digestion time. He talked slowly for two hours in a book called "The Palace of Eternal Life".

"But later generations heard about the matter between the emperor and the imperial concubine:

The jade face is lonely and the tears are drifting, and the pear blossoms are raining in spring.

I looked at the King with affection, and the sound and appearance of parting were slim.

The love in Zhaoyang Palace is extremely strong, and the sun and moon are long in Penglai Palace.

Looking back at the world, I can’t see the dust and fog in Chang’an.

But I expressed my deep affection for the old things and sent them to me.

The hairpin leaves a thread and combines a fan, and the hairpin breaks the gold and divides the hairpin.

But the teaching heart is like gold and strong, and we will meet each other in heaven and earth.

Before leaving, I sent the poem again and again, and there was a vow in the poem that I knew both hearts.

On July 7th, when no one whispered in the middle of the night.

I wish to be a bird with wings in the sky, and I wish to be a branch on the ground.

The eternal world is over and sometimes it ends, and this hatred will last forever."

As Chu Tian said the last two sentences, Zi Xiaosheng's face suddenly changed, and a huge wave of hundreds of feet suddenly appeared on the river behind him. The huge wave exploded, and countless splashes fell, and the momentum was like destroying the world.

Aunt Feng's body was violently shocked, and she hissed: "Eternal and long, sometimes it will end, and this hatred will last forever!"

A mouthful of blood was spurted out, and Aunt Feng looked at Chu Tian with a pale face. Her pupils shrank like a needle tip, and her face was so harsh that she looked like she was a ghost late at night.

Seeing Zi Xiaosheng and Aunt Feng in this situation, Chu Tian did not stop and simply added another slash in their hearts, which was enough to remember them for a long time and would never forget them for many years.

"Ten years of life and death are vast, and I can't forget it without thinking. There is no place to talk about the desolation of the lonely grave for thousands of miles. Even if we meet, we will not recognize each other, and our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.

When I came to the night of my dream, I suddenly returned home. The window was dressing up. I looked at each other without saying a word, but only tears flowed thousands of times. I thought I could see the heartbreaking place every year, the moonlit night, and the short pine hills."

Zi Xiaosheng's eyes were full of purple air, and he kept talking back and forth.

"Ten years of life and death are vast... A lonely grave that has a thousand miles away... Even if we meet, we will not know..."

Aunt Feng looked at Chu Tian blankly for a long time, and cried out with a "wow", a purple shadow flashed by, and instantly ran away without a trace.

Chu Tian touched his nose and laughed dryly.

"Brother Zi, this story is a royal matter? But it is so sad and sarcastic? Look, Aunt Feng has cried when she hears it. If you don't say sad, you have to talk with your conscience!"

"Well, the royal affairs are so sad, what about the great fortune you said?"

Zi Xiaosheng's body shivered violently for a while, and suddenly screamed hysterically: "Chu Zhangtou, you are such a vulgar person, you are so ugly, you should beat him!"
Chapter completed!