my wife is a consul

Chapter 505 Is it day and night?

The moon is like a disk, and the starry sky is bright.

In fact, not to mention the previous life, even in today's cities, even in the countryside, it is difficult to see such beautiful scenery.

The bright and bright moon seems to be right in front of you, within reach.

Lu Ming sat on the boulder.

On the side, Christine was sitting with her knees hugged. She was about to fall asleep when Lu Ming called her over. She was wearing snow-white silk and satin underwear, and her silky blonde hair was simply clipped with exquisite gemstones. There is a trace of intoxication in the green eyes.

Looking at the shadow of Chang'e flying in the bright moon, Lu Ming sighed quietly, "I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is it. I want to go back with the wind, but I'm afraid that Qionglou Yuyu, the heights are too cold."

Christine looked over in astonishment, her green eyes flashed with brilliance, "You still have such literary talents?"

Lu Ming coughed: "The predecessors did it. I'm just a repeater. I suddenly thought of this situation, and I have this feeling."

Christine shook her head lightly: "If it is the poems of the ancients in Central Continent, with such artistic conception, such beautiful writing, lonely and full of pride, how can it be unknown?"

Christine nodded lightly: "The sandalwood in the bedroom is very good, I rarely sleep so soundly, I really seem to have forgotten all my troubles." She took a deep look at Lu Ming, "Can I come here again? If I come alone, will they allow me to live there? It seems that they are very respectful to you, that courtyard is specially prepared for you. "

Lu Ming waved his hand: "Forget it, it doesn't matter!" He added: "In Antigua, I'm planning to develop a project suitable for the two of us to travel. In Longgang, we can help people with lawsuits as a small lawyer. With a little Money can help people, which is a kind of decompression; in Fuyun Mountain, we are pilgrims, living in the residence of monks, enjoying vegetarian food and beautiful scenery to cleanse the soul is another kind of enjoyment; I am going to help you buy an island, become the owner of the island, become the mayor of the municipality, and lead your citizens to become rich. The main reason is that the number of citizens is small, maybe a few hundred households, not like a population of 10, so be cautious Treat it, hundreds of households, how to lead them to live a happy life, the premise is not to send them money, you say, is it a good game?"

Christine was speechless. The obvious style of these three poems is not that of an author, not to mention that no one can write such three masterpieces in one go.

From Fuyun Mountain back to Zhenjiang Provincial Airport in the caravan.

Lu Ming smiled: "I'm just now, how should I put it, it's not appropriate to call it a spare tire. It should be your professional errand runner. In short, it's the way I found to relieve fatigue. I took you on the road, and then you have to dump it." Let me go and relax by myself. You have gone to that charity fund in Longgang a few times, right? Every time I go when I am so busy, I can’t get away from you if I want to find you.” Shaking his head, “Now It's Fuyun Mountain again, I can bet that you must have sneaked here to relax and enjoy the comfortable life there when I was not in Zhenjiang! The so-called picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely, right?"

"It's a mess, you are a mess, but I have to say, you are always amazing, like a book that can't be finished! A book that can never see the end!" Christine shook her head helplessly.

But from another point of view, smart people don’t need to spend their whole lives studying how to make beautiful articles, and people who are knowledgeable in reading don’t need to learn how to solve problems, inherit problems, start lectures, enter problems, start stocks, and middle stocks from childhood to adulthood. As long as you fail the imperial examination, you will even have to study for a lifetime. Can this kind of person really be called a cultural person?What is the significance of social progress?

"There is more!" After a pause, he chanted: "Wuyan went up to the west building alone, the moon is like a hook. The lonely sycamore courtyard is locked in the autumn. The cutting is constant, and the order is still chaotic. It is the sorrow of parting. Don't feel ordinary. It's in my heart. .”

Lu Ming smiled: "There is an ancient book in my family, which should be full of good articles that have been forgotten. For example, let me add a few more sentences." Looking at Mingyue, he said in a clear voice: "Life is full of joy, don't let Jin Zun empty it Moon; I am born to be useful, and I will come back after all the money is gone!"

Christine nodded: "Okay."

Lu Ming smiled. The poems written by the people of Central Continent a thousand years ago had too much ancient rhyme. However, since a thousand years ago, the world has changed. Under the rule of feudal lords, it is not necessary for literati who recite poems to stand out, let alone stereotyped prose, but for being practical. Doctrine prevails, such as thinkers who study the laws of gewu, and even craftsmen are more valued than poets. Poets are more like idlers with nothing to do, so in terms of poetry and poetry, they are far inferior to my previous life.

"Don't!" Christine said with a helpless face, "It takes a long time for the human body to understand the taste of these three poems!" She sighed again, "I can't imagine that the ancient poems of Zhongzhou can be so beautiful? Unexpected, really unexpected."

Christine listened and nodded slightly: "Sounds good." Then said: "But, do you take this as a game? It seems to be full of aristocratic arrogance, and treat the people at the bottom as toys?"

Christine, who was slowly sipping coffee, flipped through the magazines on the tea table.

Bathed in the bright moonlight, the two seemed to blend into the mountains and forests, and the scenery was picturesque.

Lu Ming sighed softly: "Actually, what I was thinking about was, you said, if we were an ordinary couple, middle class or poor, what would it be like to live? Think about it, I'm looking forward to it. Chris, have you ever thought about what your life would be like if you were a girl from an ordinary family?"

Smile at Christine: "Do you still want to hear it?"

Lu Ming smiled and said: "There is another song, I think it is very good!" Yin said: "The slender clouds are tricky, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver and the man are far and dark. Once the golden wind and the jade dew meet, they will win but there are countless people in the world." Pause Next, "Tenderness is like water, and the wedding is like a dream. I endure the magpie bridge to return. If the two loves last for a long time, how can they be in the morning and evening."

Lu Ming also sipped his tea slowly, looked at her and smiled: "You seem to be a little different today."

"Do you still want to hear it? I still have it." Lu Ming smiled.

Hearing the word "husband and wife", Christine originally frowned and wanted to say something, but after hearing what Lu Ming said later, she was dazed for a moment, then shook her head and said, "Your thinking is always very strange. The extravagant aristocrats like to play your so-called role-playing games, and often ask the servant to pretend to be the lord, and he pretends to be the servant, but in the end the territory is swallowed up by others, and the person dies miserably."

Over there, Christine murmured: "I want to take the wind to go back, but I'm afraid that there will be a jade tower, and the heights will be too cold..."

He also said: "You probably haven't heard of the story of Magpie Bridge. Let me tell you! Otherwise, you won't be able to appreciate some of the artistic conception in it."

She was wearing a snow-white dress and a silver floral top hat. The casual attire of an aristocratic and beautiful woman was less majestic than usual, and more demure and soft.

……

Christine pursed her lips and smiled, thinking about it: "If you say that, I really feel sorry for you."

Lu Ming then told her the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

Lu Ming was stunned, and smiled wryly: "Your Honor, you are the most disappointing, but what you said is that what kind of status a person has, what kind of pressure and responsibility he has to bear."

Christine nodded slightly: "It's good that you understand."

"Thank you, Your Honor, for your teaching!" Lu Ming stood up and bowed slightly.

Christine glared at him, not bothering to pay attention.

(End of this chapter)