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Chapter 339 The No. [-] Imperial Concubine Poem in the World, Unparalleled Shock

"The six armies don't feel helpless, just turn around and die.

The flower tin was left uncollected, and the Cuiqiao genie jade scratched his head.

The king hid his face and couldn't save him. He looked back at the blood and tears.

Huang Ai is loose and windy, and the clouds are lingering on the Jiange. "

The army stopped advancing and demanded that Liang Guifei be killed. The king had no choice but to hang her at the foot of Mawei slope.

The ornaments on the imperial concubine's head were discarded on the ground and no one picked them up. Jewelry, gold bird hairpins and jade hairpins were precious headgears one by one.

The emperor couldn't hide his face and wept because he wanted to save him, but when he turned his head and saw the tragic death of the imperial concubine, the blood and tears flowed uncontrollably.

At this moment, hearing this place and seeing this place, countless people's hearts became complicated.

To be honest, the records of this incident in the history books are very simple, only a few words.

However, these few words cannot describe the lives of these people, nor can they record the magnificence of their lives.

Therefore, at this moment, this song of eternal regret was finally born in the hands of Liu Nan, the poet sage, because of He Hongzhang's request.

The birth of this poem is really complicated for countless people at this moment.

Looking at the poem, this unparalleled concubine was finally killed because of a rebellion, and it was the man she loved the most or the man who loved her the most.

At this moment, who can have peace of mind?
At this moment, countless people seem to have returned to that era and saw this beauty withering away.

Moreover, he also saw the cold and selfish side of Emperor Zhao.

After watching her kill the woman he loved most, he came to cry hypocritically.

At this moment, who can not look complicated?
"This poem, if it wasn't written by a poet... Forget it, no matter who wrote it, I would be reluctant to seal such a poem.

Not to mention anything else, a sentence of looking back and smiling, Bai Meisheng, Liugong Fendai colorless, makes this poem a unique work of art for my big man! "

A royal person couldn't help but sigh so much at this moment.

This poem is now separated from Liu Nan's identity as a poet saint.

No matter who wrote it, the poem will not be buried.

Because it is so great and wonderful!
Liu Nan stopped the pen in his hand, and then he rubbed his wrist.

I have written for too long, and my wrists are sore.At this time, Li Jianxue took Liu Nan's hand and gently squeezed it for him.

Afterwards, He Hongzhang hurriedly put on a new Peach Blossom Book.

At this time, Liu Nan picked up the pen again, and he started writing again.

All the audience watched Liu Nan's movements quietly. No one was chatting or discussing in the live broadcast room.

At this moment, everyone in Tengwang Pavilion became quiet.

The entire Tengwang Pavilion was completely silent.This is a restaurant, the restaurant is silent, don't you think it's scary?
Even, the people in the back kitchen ran out at this moment to watch this rare scene in the ages.

At this moment, everyone's eyes followed Liu Nan's hand.

Then, new content appeared.

"Few people walk at the foot of Emei Mountain, and the flags are dark and the sun is thin.

The waters of the Shu River are green and the mountains are green.

The palace sees the sad look of the moon, and the night rain hears the sound of the bell. "

There are few pedestrians at the foot of Mount Emei, and the flags are colorless, the sun and the moon have no light.

The beautiful mountains and clear waters in Shu land attracted the lovesickness of kings.

When I see the moonlight in the palace, I feel sad, and when I hear the bell at night, I feel heartbroken and painful.

"These three sentences, although they seem to be about scenery, still have feelings of nostalgia.

But to be honest, isn't this a kind of irony?

Back then, Emperor Zhao, in order to gather the morale of the army, finally personally ordered the imperial concubine to be killed.Now, does he still have lovesickness?
Haha, what an irony!What's more, I want to say something, what a fucking scumbag.

No, this is an insult to the scumbag.The scumbag is only cheating on feelings, isn't he?
Possibly, at most he can lie to you for a little more money, but he won't take your life no matter what!
But, this Emperor Zhao, was the woman who directly killed him!I have to say, the heart of an emperor is really unpredictable! "

Yes, all of this is really unpredictable.But all of this is so real.

Perhaps, this is history!
"No, to be honest, the more I listen to it, the more I feel that the whole person is in a bad mood.

If it wasn't for Emperor Zhao to be the emperor of my great Han, I would really scold him. "

"Ahem, just scold in your heart, don't say it out, you know?"

"Honestly, sir's writing is awesome!"

……

At this moment He Hongzhang burst into tears, at this moment because of this poem, he finally understood that woman of that era!

Concubine Liang Guifei has become fuller in his heart now.At this moment, he couldn't help gnashing his teeth.

"Damn it, I really want to beat this Emperor Zhao."

Well, He Hongzhang couldn't bear it, and said this sentence directly.

But, no one said anything about him, because there are so many people who have this kind of thinking.

Of course, the more embarrassing ones are the royal family.

This young man is terrible, you, you still want to beat my ancestors?
Good guy, if you don't know that you kid is unintentional, otherwise we have to tell you a big competition, do you believe it or not?

Just kidding, you thought you were Liu Nan, you can satirize my ancestors as much as you want?

Well, that's true too.Not everyone belongs to Liu Nan, nor can everyone write casually.

Liu Nan is now a cultural belief for the big man, so he naturally wants to say whatever he wants, even if it is the current emperor, the emperor himself will only reflect on himself, and will not say anything wrong with Liu Nan.

Of course, Liu Nan can't say anything anymore, the joke is already dead, what the hell?
Now, I am afraid that the body has already rotted.

But Liu Nan certainly wouldn't think of this, because he was still writing at this moment.

"Twirling back to Longyu, he hesitated to go here.

In the mud at the foot of Mawei slope, there is no place where Yuyankong died.

Monarchs and ministers care about each other and stick to their clothes, looking east to the gate of the capital and trusting horses to return. "

When the situation improved, the emperor returned to the imperial capital, passing by Mawei Slope, he saw Wusiren lingering.

Among the desolate yellow mounds at the foot of Mawei slope, the face of the beauty is no longer seen, only the tombs lie in the mountains.

The monarchs and ministers looked at each other's tears and wet their clothes, looking east and unintentionally whipped the horse and let the horse go back to the capital.

Such a scene, such a few lines of poems sound like they are expressing Emperor Zhao's affection.

However, everyone in the Han Dynasty knew one thing, that Emperor Zhao was ruthless and ungrateful.

In this scene, it was said that the clothes were wet with tears, but in fact it was just satirizing the other party.

"To be honest, if Concubine Liang Guifei reads this poem, I can say one thing with the mentality of a girl, and that is that this concubine will definitely make her husband a confidant.

Because the husband understands her so well, she never thought that a poet saint after a thousand years would personally write this song of eternal regret for her.

To be honest, at this moment I finally understand why this poem is called Song of Everlasting Sorrow.To be honest, I hate it too!Hate that era, hate those people of that era. "

A woman expressed such opinions in the live broadcast room at this moment.

At the same time, her view has also been recognized by many people.Even Huang Lun agreed with these words.

"That's right, this poem, now I finally understand why it's called the Song of Everlasting Sorrow.

This poem, I can also call it, the swan song of ancient and modern, unparalleled in the world. "

Huang Lun was very excited, no one would dislike such a poem.

But at this moment, he is continuing to read the next content.

With a new Peach Blossom Book, Liu Nan started writing again.

"The pool and garden are still the same when you return, Taiye Furong Weiyang Liu.

Hibiscus is like a face and a willow is like an eyebrow, how can you not shed tears?
In the spring breeze, the peach and plum blossoms bloom, and in the autumn rain, the sycamore leaves fall.

There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red steps. "

"Come back and see that the place in the pool garden is still the same, and the hibiscus by the Taiye pool is still in the weeping willows in Weiyang Palace.

The hibiscus is blooming like a noble concubine's face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. How can this situation not make you cry.

The spring breeze blows away the peaches and plums, the things are so sad, and the scene of the autumn rain dripping on the sycamore leaves is even more desolate.

Autumn grass is overgrown in Xingqing Palace and Ganlu Hall, and fallen leaves cover the steps without being cleaned for a long time.The writing in this paragraph is really fucking amazing.

Especially this sentence, Fu Rong is like a face and a willow is like an eyebrow, so why not cry about it.

God, how did Mr. come up with such a poem?
How did he think of describing the noble concubine in this way?
Hibiscus is like face and willow is like eyebrow, this sentence is really perfect.

Even in the memory, the face of this imperial concubine is as gorgeous as other people's rich and noble flowers!
How can such a beauty not be missed?

And then, Mr. said that there are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red steps, which directly brought a big reversal.

The palace, which was originally extremely luxurious, has become such a dilapidated look now, so why isn't it just like a beauty?

The meaning of Xiao Suo in this sentence is really perfect.

At this moment, the whole world seems to be dilapidated.

Of course, I personally think that the gentleman here may also be describing the dilapidation of that era.In other words, it is also regretting that era. "

Huang Lun's explanation made countless people nod subconsciously, thinking that he said a lot.

"Yeah, it was a great dynasty, but it was ruined by Emperor Zhao.

The family property left to him was also ruined by him.Such a person... Forget it! "

"I'll go, buddy, don't be cowardly, buddy!"

"Yeah buddy, go ahead, what are you afraid of!"

"Go ahead, talk about it yourself if you have the ability?"

"Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you, although it's a modern society, but in the final analysis, he is still the ancestor of the Han royal family, so we still can't talk nonsense.

Not everyone is Mr. Liu Nan.He can write and say whatever he wants, but we are not qualified to do so. "

"Stop making trouble, new content has appeared, please continue to enjoy it!"

Indeed, new content has appeared, and it is still such a sad passage.

"Pear Garden disciple Baifa is new, Jiaofang Ajian Qing'e is old.

In the evening palace, the fireflies fly and think quietly, and the solitary lamp is exhausted to sleep.

The bells and drums are late and the night is long, and the starry river is about to dawn.

The mandarin duck tiles are cold and frosty, and the emerald quilt is cold, who shares it?
Youyou has been separated from life and death for many years, and the soul has never come to dream. "

The hair of the singers and dancers in the Liyuan has become snow-white, and the maids of the Jiaofang servants have faded away.

At night, fireflies danced in the palace, Emperor Zhao quietly missed his concubine, and it was still difficult to fall asleep when the lonely lamp ran out of oil.

The sluggish sound of bells and drums makes the night feel longer and longer, and the starry sky is about to dawn.

The mandarin duck is reborn with frost flowers on the tile, who sleeps with the king in the cold emerald quilt?

Yin and Yang have been separated for a year, why have you never come in my dream?
This paragraph is still continuing the story just now.

It is lamenting, the sorrow of the times, and lamenting the indifferent affection of Emperor Zhao.

For example, why Yin and Yang are separated by a year, why they never come in dreams.

"To be honest, I really want to say something in this paragraph, I just fucking died laughing.

You personally ordered the killing of her, and you still want her to fall into a dream?

Hehehe, I'm afraid she came to seek revenge from you in her dream, right?
At that time, there will probably be something like a Taoist priest catching ghosts. "

"I'm dying of laughter, this brother's mouth. But I agree with what you said."

"It's hard not to agree, this kind of application really makes people want to laugh.

Is this considered an application?

Then in my life, this is the first time I have encountered it, what a wonder in the world! "

"I have to say, sir, this is really amazing. He actually used this sentence, which made us angry.

To be honest, it is really rare that a poem can affect people's emotions.

But Mr.'s works possess such magical power.

It seems that as long as he thinks, he can let us follow his thoughts.Let us be angry and we will be angry, make us sad and we will be sad.

Such a foundation is worthy of being a poet! "

At this moment, inside the Yellow Crane Tower, there is already complete silence.

Everyone is here in the hall, watching Liu Nan, the poet sage, writing.

At this moment, many people couldn't help but sigh awesome.

"Linqiong Taoist Hongdu Ke, can use sincerity to touch the soul.

After thinking about the king, he taught the alchemist to look for it diligently.

Draining the air, rushing like electricity, ascending to heaven and earth.

Going to Qiongbi and down to Huangquan, there is nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly I heard that there is a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain is in the midst of nothingness. "

When He Hongzhang read this passage carefully, countless people were immersed in the story described in the poem.

They no longer think about how miserable the person in this story is, nor how ruthless this Emperor Zhao is.

At this moment, everyone was drawn into the world described by Liu Nan, a poetic saint.

In this world, they saw that Taoist priest, they also saw this era, and they saw the scene of this era even more.

What does this paragraph mean?Well, this paragraph is about a slightly mythical story.

He was moved by the king's affection for the concubine, so the Taoist tried his best to find the soul of the concubine.

Soaring through the clouds and riding the fog like lightning, I searched all over the world.

Searched all over the nine heavens, searched all over the nine earths, but still couldn't find anything.

Suddenly I heard that there is a fairy mountain on the sea, which is faintly surrounded by clouds and mist.

This is the story, the imperial concubine was found in a fairy mountain.

I found her who is now, her who has disappeared and died.

Seriously, this passage is so intoxicating that many people even wish it was true.

Let this legendary concubine come back to life again.

These spectators seemed to vaguely see this noble concubine on the fairy mountain.

She is still so beautiful and charming, she still has the shocking beauty of looking back at Bai Meisheng with a smile, and Liugong Fendai without color.

To be honest, countless people couldn't help being immersed in this beauty at this moment.It's a pity, a pity, it's all illusory.

"How wonderful would it be if all of this was true?"

A painter, with his eyes closed at this moment, muttered to himself.

Everything he sees is true, and he also hopes that all this can be preserved forever.

"After tonight, Concubine Liang will become a new topic for the big man.

Her beauty, I think, may continue to be sung for thousands of years.As long as there is such a song of eternal regret, Concubine Liang Guifei will never be forgotten.

Because her life in Mr.'s works is too rough, and her person is too beautiful.

It's so beautiful that the emperor doesn't go to court early, it's so beautiful that it looks back with a smile, and it's so beautiful that the six palaces of pink and black are colorless.Such beauty is unparalleled in the world! "

Someone said so, but at this moment, the writing is still going on, and at this moment Liu Nan is almost prostrate on the desk.

His face became a little pale.But Liu Nan didn't care about this, he picked up the lotus flower and took a sip before continuing to write again.

At this moment, no one disturbed him in the past, nor dared to disturb him in the past.

"The pavilions are exquisite and there are five clouds, among which there are many fairies.

There is a character that is too true, and the appearance of snow-skinned flowers is uneven.

The Jinque West Chamber knocked on Yufang, and transferred to Xiaoyu to get double success.

Hearing that the emperor of the Han family sent him, the dream in Jiuhua's tent was frightened. "

The gorgeous and exquisite pavilions are supported by colorful clouds, and there are countless fairies with light and soft bodies.

Among them, there is a character whose character is too real. Her skin is like snow and looks like a flower. She seems to be the Concubine Liang that the king is looking for.

The envoy came to the west of Jinque and knocked on the gate made of jade and called softly.

Taizhen heard that the king's envoy had arrived, and woke up from the beautifully embroidered tent.

"Liang Guifei, originally named Liang Yuzhen, but because Taoism was prevalent at that time, the other party has another Daoist name of Taizhen.

Many people may not know this, so I will explain it to you here.

As for how to say this poem so far, I don't want to interpret it too much, just keep reading.

I think this story will not go on like this, and there will be a big turning point next.

Sir, this work is not to praise Emperor Zhao.In some respects, I know that everyone also knows.

Otherwise, the opening chapter of this poem would not come back with a sentence about the Han Emperor's emphatic love for the country.Ben is a person who is serious about sex, and he is also a person. How should I say it, I won’t say anything extra, everyone understands it by themselves. "

After Huang Lun finished speaking, he stopped going on.

After all, in the final analysis, the emperor is still a big man, so let's save some face.

Otherwise, if the higher-ups were really unhappy, there would be nothing he could do about it, Huang Lun.

And at this time, new content appeared.

Appeared very fast, very hasty.

To be honest, this poem feels like the whole poem has been completely in Liu Nan's mind, and there is no need to think about it at all.

"Putting clothes and pushing pillows up and wandering, pearl foil and silver screen meandering open.

Yun Temple was half asleep, and the corolla came out of the room.

The wind blows the fairy robe, like a feather dance in neon clothes.

Yurong's lonely tears are dry, and a branch of pear blossoms brings rain in spring. "

"Damn, is it really him... I don't know how to describe it, let me translate it first.

Putting on clothes, pushing away the pillows and getting out of the sleeping tent, the beaded curtains and silver screens were opened one after another.

She had just woken up with a half-combed cloud bun, and came out of the hall before she had time to make up crookedly and wear a flower crown.

The gentle fairy wind blows the sleeves and flutters slightly, just like the imperial concubine's neon dress and feather dress.

Tears flowed down my lonely and sad face, like pear blossoms with rain in spring.

To be honest, when I saw this place, I would like to ask everyone, do you think the rhetoric of this poem is so gorgeous, is it unique from ancient to modern?
I think that even if it is Mr.'s own work, only the Pipa Xing just now can compete with this poem in rhetoric.

Anyway, for thousands of years, I have never seen such a gorgeous poem.

Especially this sentence, Yurong is lonely and tears, and a branch of pear blossoms brings rain in spring.What the hell, I really wrote it absolutely.

To write about beauties, it has to be our husband.Sure enough, he was able to write about a gentleman who is as graceful as a frightened bird, and as gentle as a dragon, and also a gentleman who is still holding a pipa and half covering his face. He is really invincible in writing beauties!
No. [-] in the sky, only he is the only one.

Just imagine, the beauty of the blooming pear blossoms stained with spring rain is really indescribable.

But at this moment, my husband compares the imperial concubine to this, I really can only say one sentence. "

Yes absolutely, everyone was shocked here.

This poem is so well written!Especially the last sentence, I really can't help but think of the beauty of pear blossoms.

At this moment, someone suddenly thought of something.

"I suddenly thought of Mr.'s ancient quatrains, suddenly like a spring breeze overnight, thousands of trees and pear trees bloom.

Really, this sentence at this moment is so similar to this sentence like pear blossoms in spring with rain!Damn, I'm totally blown up right now.

I declare that this poem will henceforth be my favorite poem. "

"Good guy, buddy, you like it so much, can you memorize it if you have the ability?"

"Uh... I fucking like it, not my life, okay?
After memorizing such a poem, I just want to say one thing, this is going to kill me.

Ahem, what, I think this poem will definitely be included in textbooks.

At that time, these children will suffer from old crimes, huh? "

"Ahem, what, I think it's good, because I don't have to face this kind of torture.

Seriously, this poem is so scary, it's close to a thousand words, right?Can that kid recite it? "

"Good guy, it's not easy, just come one by one."

"Are you here if you have the ability?"

"Don't, don't, I can't afford it, let's stop joking."

"Okay, okay, stop discussing, new content has appeared."

"Look affectionately at the king, with a farewell voice and a vague look.

The Zhaoyang Palace is full of love, and the Penglai Palace has long sun and moon.

Looking back and looking down at the world, I don't see Chang'an, but I see dust and mist. "

After Xue Jianjia recited these lines, everyone became excited at this moment.

The reversal is coming, it must be the reversal, isn't it?
This poem must be coming to an end.

Staring affectionately at the emperor's envoy, he asked him to thank the king deeply, and the news of the farewell on Mawei slope was dim.

The marriage in Zhaoyang Palace has long been cut off, and the lonely time in Penglai Palace is still very long.

Looking at the human world from the fairyland, you can't see Chang'an who is haunted by dreams, only the vast dust and mist.

(End of this chapter)