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Chapter 147 Why is it necessary to be light green and dark red?

Fan Yang, it was getting dark, and the army was stationed by the Wuming River.

After Mao Longwen received the transfer order of the Southern Expedition, it took five days in Chang'an to complete the recruitment of civilians and the assembly of the army. With this kind of efficiency, it can be seen that the entire military officer system and soldiers of Daqian are eager for this war.

The south has not experienced war for a long time, and it is not known how effective the soldiers are.

This is also one of the reasons why Mao Longwen was selected as the coach of the Southern Expedition.

These soldiers are also brave fighters drawn from the Northern Legion. They are all veterans who have fought against barbarians and seen blood. They can be said to be the most elite soldiers in Daqian.

In another half a month, the army will arrive in Annan City. If it goes well, it may take less than a month to clean up those capricious cottages and return in triumph!

In the folk camp, a woman in sackcloth collapsed on a thatched bed like noodles, while another woman in the same dress squatted behind her, pinching her shoulders and beating her legs.

"No, if this continues, I feel like I'm going to die!"

The woman said weakly, her peach blossom eyes were full of lovelessness.

"Why don't we find Mr. Mao now and show our identity, the slaves feel exhausted..."

The woman holding her shoulders behind her also had a bitter face, full of exhaustion. Although she was a court lady, she usually had to do some work, but compared with the work of a civilian husband, it was like a cloud and mud.

Even if they have tried their best to steal and play tricks, and with the deliberate care of the uncles and aunts, they are almost unable to hold on.

"No, if I reveal my identity now, he will definitely send someone to send me back to Chang'an. I must persist. If I persist until Annan, I will be able to meet the dog slave!"

"When the dog slave is around, no one can do anything to me!"

There is no doubt that the woman is Yongan!
I don't know how she escaped from the palace without knowing it, and even got mixed up with Nanzheng's civilian husbands.

Jian Qiu wanted to say something, but couldn't bear to interrupt His Highness's pleasure.

Mr. Lin is just a medical officer, can he still influence Mao Zongbing's decision?
"The dog slave seems to have written a new poem. Although I can't understand it, the dog slave is amazing!"

Enjoying Jianqiu's service, Yong'an had already entered the Palace of Literature, and looked at Lin Qian's "Sending the Plague God", which was at the top of the book list, although she didn't know what she was talking about, but she somehow felt that it was amazing!
"Updated! Updated!"

"The Legend of Condor Heroes has been updated!"

Suddenly, Yong'an who was lying on the bed let out an exclamation, and didn't bother to speak, his mind sank into Wen Gong, and he started to catch up.

After Jianqiu squeezed twice again, he hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't hold back, and also entered the Wen Palace.

"The Legend of Condor Heroes" has not been updated for many days, and she couldn't help but want to know the follow-up story.

Knowing from Huang Yaoshi that there is no such thing as a Nanhai God nun, he took Guo Xiang to search for the spirit fox in the Black Dragon Pool, King Jinlun favored Guo Xiang, jumped into the Valley of Unrequited Love, and Xiangyang City fell into ecstasy and defeated the King Jinlun... Finally, Zhong Nanshan A seclusion like a fairy and a hero.

This time, the author of "The Legend of Condor Heroes" was surprisingly generous, and updated all the subsequent content at once.

But after reading it, everyone felt even more lost, as if a knot that had been in their hearts for many years was suddenly untied. It was comfortable, but it was also empty, as if a piece of heart was missing.

On the road, the carriage galloped like lightning under the blessing of Confucianism.

It took half a month to rush from Jiqing Mansion to Annan. The time was not too much, but it was enough.

However, after Lin Qian received the imperial decree, he spent a few days walking all over the Jiqing mansion, performing witchcraft one by one to get rid of the voodoo, and then set off.

What surprised him was that until he left Jiqing Mansion, the strong witch clan who had administered voodoo did not show up. He didn't understand, but it was a good thing.

After a few days of delay, the time became a little tight, but Lin Qian was already a Confucian cultivator of the six virtues, and although he couldn't fly long distances, flying short distances was not a problem, so he wasn't too anxious.

Sitting in the carriage, Lin Qian updated all the remaining content of "The Legend of Condor Heroes" in one go, which can be regarded as an explanation to the readers after so many days of update.

After writing the update, he already had an idea for the next serialized novel, but he was not in a hurry. He was in a good mood and suddenly became very interested and started writing again.

"Drinking, playing cards, hating people, flash marriage, but I'm a good girl"

Counting it, he has not written a biography for some days. Although he wrote about the most talented woman in the ages, the figure of Yong'an involuntarily flashed in his mind. This arrogant and willful character, the two are somewhat similar, maybe it is his The reason for writing this biography.

[She has a sad and miserable sorrow, and also has the courage to be a hero in life and a hero in death.

It is also in line with the law of great poets who can write poems at the age of seven. When she was a teenager, she was able to write, "The embroidered lotus smiles. The flying duck is lined with fragrant cheeks. The eye movements are guessed. One side is full of charm, Banjian's tender hatred is sent to the quiet bosom. The moon moves and the flowers and shadows make an appointment to come back."

In a few words, the playful and lovely girl's joy is vividly displayed between the lines.

When she got older, at the age of 16, she and her three or five friends drank recklessly on the lake in Bianliang City, and did not row home drunk until dark. Flowers startle the gulls.

In this way, there was the song "Like a Dream"

"Often remember the sunset at Xiting, drunk and do not know the way back. Returning to the boat late in happiness, strayed into the depths of the lotus root flowers. Fighting for ferry, ferrying, startled a pool of gulls and herons."

Just when the entire Dagan literary world was shocked by this talented girl, a year later, she threw out another song like a dream.

"Last night, the rain was dredging and the wind was violent. The heavy sleep did not dissipate the residual wine. I tried the man with the curtain, but the begonia was still the same. Do you know, do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin."

The two Rumeng Ling directly stunned the Dagan literary world. After inquiring, everyone found out that the person who wrote such lyrics was actually a fair-skinned, beautiful girl with amazing talents.

One day, the girl was playing on a swing when she met Zhao Mingcheng, the second generation official, and they fell in love at first sight.

After marrying Zhao Mingcheng, Zhao Mingcheng became an official in archaeology. She drank and played cards, and got tired of poetry and wine. The dark fragrance fills the sleeves. It is impossible to be ecstasy, the wind is blowing from the west, and people are thinner than yellow flowers."

Again, "Flowers drift by themselves and water flows by itself. One kind of lovesickness, two places of worry. There is no way to get rid of this feeling, so I lower my brows, but come to my heart."

At a young age, she is already a master of Ci. She wrote Ci with one hand, and wrote the academic book "On Ci" with one hand.

She advocated the separation of poetry and words, and they must conform to the rhythm. For this reason, she beat all the big names in the ci world, what kind of bold and graceful school, this girl is in her own school!
Su Shi, Ouyang Xiu, and Yan Shu are talking about you, "You can't read the sentences well, and you can't harmonize the rhythm."

As for Liu Sanbian, what does it mean that "although the rhythm is in harmony, the words are in the dust"?It's that you Liu Yong's rhythm is closed, but the words are rustic and can't be put on the stage.

As for Wang Anshi and Zeng Gong, I don't even bother to talk about it... If you write a small lyrics, people will be absolutely fascinated, and you will not be able to read it.

The meaning of this sentence is that although Liu Yong's Ci is vulgar and Su Shi's Ci has no rhythm, there are still merits in any case.But the two of you are simply laughing at me to death, the words you wrote are simply unreadable...]

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