Planar martial arts myth

After hearing Huang Rong's answer, Ling Muyun shrugged his shoulders and said nothing more. Now Huang Rong made it clear that he was very upset with the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River, and he wanted to deal with them properly. Although he was somewhat reluctant to let the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River die like this. , But it's not wrong to offend the beauty just because of these few pieces of material.

Huang Rong rowed the boat to the middle of the lake, and now she was far away from the river bank, but the screams of the four ghosts of the Yellow River could no longer be heard.Huang Rong took out some delicious dishes and a jug of fine wine from the canopy, and said with a smile, "Brother Yun, let's drink and enjoy the snow here, okay?"

Ling Muyun smiled and said: "Okay, it's a great joy in life to have a beautiful woman accompany you to drink and enjoy the snow on such a beautiful day."

"Slick tongue!" Hearing Ling Muyun say that she is a beauty, Huang Rong's pretty face blushed slightly, and she spat softly, but the faint joy on her face revealed her true inner thoughts.

After all, Ling Muyun is a man of two lifetimes, and he still knows a little bit about the feelings of his daughter's family. He knows that women are often duplicity, so he doesn't care.She looked Huang Rong up and down with admiring eyes, and asked with a smile: "Rong'er, how beautiful you are now, even if it's just for the convenience of walking around the rivers and lakes, it's fine to dress up as a woman, why bother to pretend to be a beggar? It’s like living up to the face that God bestowed on you.”

Huang Rong turned her head and asked with a smile, "Brother Yun, do you mean that I'm pretty?"

"Of course you're beautiful. You're a natural beauty that you can't give up on." Ling Muyun nodded in affirmation.

"You think of me as Concubine Yang!" Huang Rong said angrily, "I won't follow one and then the other like Yang Yuhuan. I either don't choose, or I choose the person I love, and if I fall in love with someone , I will follow him for the rest of my life, and no one can separate me from him unless I die!"

The phrase Ling Muyun used to describe Huang Rong, "Naturally beautiful and hard to give up", comes from the Song of Everlasting Regret by Bai Juyi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. It is a sentence used in the poem to describe the beauty of Yang Guifei Yang Yuhuan.Yang Yuhuan was originally the wife of the longevity king Li Mao, but was later favored by Li Mao's father Tang Xuanzong Li Longji, who was called into the palace and made a noble concubine.Because she served both father and son with her body, although Yang Yuhuan is a peerless beauty who has been famous for thousands of years, her reputation in the eyes of literati is not very good, so Huang Rong will be coquettish and dissatisfied after hearing Ling Muyun's words.

Ling Muyun also heard a trace of firmness from Huang Rong's words, knowing that although Huang Rong is still young, girls are usually precocious and have already begun to understand love, and from the firmness in her tone and her personality, it can be seen that , She didn't say this casually, but seriously.

"It's my fault, isn't it okay? You are a good girl, it's unlucky to talk about death and life for no reason." Ling Muyun smiled, trying to reconcile the atmosphere a little.

"Brother Yun, I know that you treat me sincerely, no matter if I am male or female, good-looking or ugly." Huang Rong said suddenly, "I wear this kind of clothes, anyone can see that I am beautiful, Everyone will please me, so what's so special about it? When I was a beggar, you treated me well, that's really nice."

Hearing Huang Rong's words, Ling Muyun couldn't help feeling ashamed. Although he couldn't see Huang Rong's true face when he first saw her, he knew from the original book that she was a very smart and pretty girl, so he treated her so well. He was just an ordinary little beggar, Ling Muyun might give alms out of pity, but he would never treat Huang Rong the same way.

From this point of view alone, he was much worse than Guo Jing, and he was extra nice to Huang Rong only because he understood the plot.It's just that this matter is too mysterious, even someone as smart as Huang Rong would never have imagined it, which made him lucky to be favored by a beautiful woman.

Huang Rong didn't know what was going on in Ling Muyun's mind. She was in a good mood at this time, and asked Ling Muyun with a smile: "Brother Yun, there are wine, food and beautiful scenery here. It would be a pity if there is no music to cheer you up. I will sing a song." Let me listen to you, okay?"

"Okay, Rong'er, you have such a beautiful voice, and the song you sing must be very pleasant. I'm lucky enough to hear it, so it couldn't be better."

"Now I'm singing, listen." Huang Rong was extremely happy when she heard his praise, her smile was like a flower, but she turned her head slightly, leaning against the side of the boat, and a clear voice came out from the bottom of her tongue: " The geese are frosty and cold, and the moon and clouds are light, and the tender ice is still thin. The creek is combed... Leaning on the east wind, smiling sweetly, looking forward to the flowers falling in shame. Lonely! Where is the home mountain, the garden after the snow, the pavilion by the water. In the old contract of Yaochi, who would Linhong rely on..."

Although Ling Muyun didn't know whose lyrics Huang Rong sang, and couldn't fully understand the meaning of the words, but the voiceless voice was soft and soft, with a low back and forth. Although there was no musical instrument accompaniment, it was just singing a cappella, but Ling Muyun felt that it was far better than listening to it in the previous life. He listened to those pop songs that he could not help but feel his heart shake, and his mind was intoxicated. This lingering and tender scene was something he had never experienced since he was born.

At the end of the song, Huang Rong asked in a low voice: "This is the 'Rui He Xian' written by Mrs. Xin, which describes the plum blossom after the snow. Do you think it is well done?"

"Lord Xin?" Ling Muyun couldn't help being slightly taken aback, and then realized that there was only one famous poet with the surname Xin in the Song Dynasty, and asked, "Is it Xin Qiji?"

Huang Rong nodded and said, "Master Xin is Xin Qiji. My father said he is a good official who loves the people. The north fell to the Jin people, and Grandpa Yue and the others were killed by Jianchen. Now only Mr. Xin is still trying to recover the lost land, it's a pity The emperor in the court is incompetent, and there are few people who support him, and it is powerless to rely on him to run and shout."

Thinking of the history he had learned in his previous life, Ling Muyun couldn't help sighing. He knew that not only was the Southern Song Dynasty unable to send troops to the north to regain the lost land, but it would be destroyed by the rising Mongol Empire in a few years, and the Han regime would be completely ruined. The efforts of some patriots such as Xin Qiji were in vain after all.If Ling Muyun really grew up in this era, he might devote himself to the tide of history for the sake of the nation and for future generations not to be enslaved by foreign races, and try his best to change the direction of history.But after all, he does not belong to this time and space, he is just a passer-by in this world, but it is difficult to have the kind of spirit to go against the sky.

Huang Rong seemed to have noticed that the atmosphere was a bit gloomy, so she stopped bringing up those heavy topics, and just talked about some happy and funny things, and Ling Muyun didn't want to let down such a beautiful and beautiful day, so she let go and followed Huang Rong's lead. The topic tends to be discussed and discussed.Huang Rong talked about how to hang the four ghosts of the Yellow River on a tree, how to tease Hou Tonghai, and Ling Muyun also tried to pick up some funny things and talked about it. The two clapped their hands and laughed from time to time, chatting happily.

Unknowingly, seeing the sky darken, the twilight darken, and the white snow, lake water, and plum blossoms gradually melt into a blur, Huang Rong slowly stretched out her hand and held Ling Muyun's palm, whispering Said: "Now I am not afraid of anything."

Ling Muyun asked: "What's the matter, Rong'er, what are you afraid of?"

Huang Rong said: "Brother Yun, even if Daddy doesn't want me, you still want me to follow you, right?"

Compassion surged in Ling Muyun's heart, and he stretched out his hand to hold Huang Rong into his arms and said, "That's natural, Rong'er, you are so kind, so smart and beautiful, so kind and considerate, with so many benefits, even if you let me let go, I will still I can't bear it."

Huang Rong leaned lightly on Ling Muyun's chest, curled up as close as possible, like a cat afraid of the cold, murmured softly: "This feels so good, Brother Yun, I will stay by your side from now on. If you don't go away, I will follow you wherever you go, and you will never be separated for the rest of your life..."

With the beautiful woman in his arms, Ling Muyun could only feel a sweet fragrance surrounding his body, the lake, and the whole world. I don't know if it is the fragrance of plum blossoms or Huang Rong's body. There is a feeling called happiness. Quietly came to mind.

Ling Muyun, who has been a man for two generations, thinks he has a lot of experience, but when this familiar yet unfamiliar feeling really strikes him, he can't help being intoxicated by it.He said he was familiar because he had seen a lot of this kind of romance in his previous life, and he said it was unfamiliar because it was his first time experiencing it himself.

However, no matter whether he is familiar or unfamiliar, he can't stop him from feeling the beauty of this kind of emotion with his heart. Before that, if someone said that he would like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, he would definitely think it was a joke, but now For a moment, he felt that it was so natural.

In his previous life, he often heard people say that love has no age or borders. He scoffed at it, thinking that some people made excuses for their actions, which was pure nonsense. <Juvenile, but in terms of mental age, he is already moving towards "uncle".But now he seems to have fallen into a love trap woven by a young girl. Could it be that this is the magic power of love in legends?