In fact, many times, words cannot easily touch people. Even if the words are gorgeous and the words are accurate, this is because words themselves are dead, and only human hearts live.

How can a dead thing move? Just like a song, if you are sad or happy when listening to a song, is it because of the words in the song? No, it is because the lyrics just echo the mood of the person you listened to.

When this dead object encounters a corresponding state of mind, the influence it produces is completely different.

For most people, at most, they just think of the jade plate. It is too ordinary. Many people subconsciously ignore it. However, they will have different feelings about a person who is leaving their hometown. The moon in their hometown is the same as the moon in a foreign land. The environment around them has changed. But looking at the moon from afar, I just realized that although my hometown is thousands of miles away, the moon is the same. This is bound to make people imagine.

If this is fine, but if it happens to be the festival, the wanderer looks up at the moon, and his mood is not right at this time, "Looking up at the bright moon, thinking of his hometown"? These short ten words may not have too deep feelings when reading them, but at this time, here and here, here and here, when reading this poem again, looking at the moon, some people are numb, while others cannot help but cry.

As if Yang Tinghe, who was so glorious that day, would at most give a good evaluation of the word. But at this moment, Yang Tinghe, who was in the bottom of the valley, was trapped in this cell, and was completely lost. When he saw the right and wrong, success and failure, he could not help but cry like rain.

Yang Tinghe has been struggling all his life. In order to get to a high position, he has used countless conspiracies and tricks. He has thought about it day and night, planned and laughed at every day, and even when he talked and laughed, even if he was the real one, Yang Tinghe and who was the hypocritical self who always wore a false mask, he could no longer tell the difference between the truth and the false, and the false became the truth. When he was sad, he had to smile, and when he was sad, he had to laugh indifferently and calmly. He wanted to cry but didn't want to laugh, but he had to laugh with his hands. This step by step is so difficult.

Studying hard, entering the official career, entering the temple, and pursuing a higher position, this dream was practiced step by step, but in this process, I don’t know how many things I did against my will. Even if I saw my son being killed with my own eyes, I continued to pretend that something had not happened. This is so difficult, just to continue to climb to a higher position.

But... when you turn around, right and wrong, success and failure will turn around...

Everything... is false.

This is what the pursuit of a lifetime is.

In this simple prison cell, there is no longer the once ambition of Mr. Yang, and no longer the criminal who is full of unwillingness to be in his heart. Under the candlelight like soybeans, there is only an old man who is hanging down, holding the notes and crying.

Sobbing, not the kind of heart-wrenching, but with a kind of whine.

Ye Chunqiu, on the other end, had already taken Tang Bohu quickly out of the Ministry of Justice Prison.

Tang Bohu was silent along the way. He felt that the grandfather was mysterious and unpredictable. This matter was always planned by Ye Chunqiu and Tang Bohu. Because this matter was very important, Ye Chunqiu did not allow too many people to participate. Tang Bohu could only describe Ye Chunqiu as he was promising, because the grandfather actually guessed Yang Tinghe's question.

But Ye Chunqiu kept silent about this, and Tang Bohu naturally did not dare to ask. He suffered too much and was deceived in his life. He already knew the truth that disaster came from his mouth. He understood very well that some things must be buried in his stomach forever.

Following Ye Chunqiu, he held it in for a long time and suddenly said, "Mr. Master, you said, then Mr. Yang... no, will Yang Tinghe submit?"

"I don't know." Ye Chunqiu replied bluntly: "Maybe, or maybe not. It depends on others and the success of things is in heaven. This is no longer something you and I can decide. I just need to do what I should do."

"Yes, yes." Tang Bohu nodded repeatedly.

Tang Bohu thought for a long time, and finally got up the courage. After Ye Chunqiu got on the crane carriage and followed him into the car, he said: "Master, you said before, if I beat those censors... and... will..."

"Huh?" Ye Chunqiu glanced at Tang Bohu suspiciously, and then remembered that he seemed to have made a promise, saying that he would like to admire Chunmei and Qiuxiang in the mansion. At that time, he just said casually, but this shameless... Could it be that he really cares about it?

Sure enough, these scholars are all erotic.

Ye Chunqiu couldn't help but smile bitterly, but said very simply: "Qiuxiang, I won't talk about Chunmei, but I still have to ask her about her intentions. If she nodded, let's go together."

Tang Bohu's face turned red: "I actually... I'm just talking casually."

He said this from his mouth, but he was very honest in his heart.

Ye Chunqiu smiled and expressed his understanding.

Tang Bohu still felt embarrassed, but sighed and said, "It's also my fault. He once gave birth to a daughter and just received a settlement from the capital. The Tang family has only me, the only son. If I can't give birth to a child, I'm afraid I will be ashamed of my ancestors, so..."

So is there an extra woman to be insured?

Still shameless...

Although I think this way, Tang Bohu is just the same as many people here living in this era. Ye Chunqiu can only understand that he knows that he cannot use the thinking of future generations to influence the people of this era, not to mention that there are probably not many people in later generations who can think openly.

Ye Chunqiu said: "Tomorrow, I am afraid that I will enter the palace and I have to go and give His Majesty an explanation. I hope that Yang Tinghe can understand the truth; I will set off for Datong the next day, and I want to see this Batumonk for a while."

Even though in theory, Ye Chunqiu knew that Batumonk was still intimate with him, when he talked about him, Ye Chunqiu was completely disrespectful.

Each of them is their own masters, which involves the issue of major issues. To a certain extent, this kind of family affection is worthless. Since ancient times, so many relatives have prevented the meeting of war?

At this time, Ye Chunqiu said again: "Brother Bo Hu, you must prepare in advance tomorrow. The car driver and the guard must be arranged. It is best to go and go back early."

Tang Bohu smiled and said, "This is easy to deal with, and the students will definitely deal with it properly."

After Ye Chunqiu explained the matter to Tang Bohu, he leaned on the sofa. He couldn't help but think about the conversation with Yang Tinghe just now, but he didn't know how confident he was.
Chapter completed!