na,95 are all caused by love poems

"Princess, is it better? Look at what I am holding?" Xueer completely forgot the embarrassment and chaos caused in the Tianxian Palace before, and held a scroll of paper in one hand and swayed in front of the daughter princess like offering treasures.

The imperial physician had already left, leaving Zhang An's prescription for replenishing qi without any pain. Although Princess Qianjin did not faint again, there was no trace of blood on her pale face. Besides, among the maids, Xueer was the most suitable for her temper. She also grew up. The other maids were more than one and a half layers apart. So Princess Qianjin was lying on the couch and did not come to disturb her. There were naturally a kilometer rule in the palace. The patients could not disturb her. How many palace maids were as afraid as Xueer?

Princess Qianjin heard Xueer's voice and slowly turned her head. Seeing the scroll of paper in Xueer's hand, she couldn't help but show a rare look in her eyes. She didn't know that Xueer asked for poetry. Her whole body's complexion suddenly became stronger.

"Don't make trouble for Xue'er, let me see it for you (a woman from the Tang Dynasty called herself a son)." In addition to being a little tired, she was already no different from an ordinary woman.

Seeing that Princess Qianjin's body had a look of anxiety, Xue'er looked anxious and started to play again. She grabbed the paper roll and swayed around the hands of Princess Qianjin. Whenever Princess Qianjin was caught, she would dodge away gently. It was obvious that she was bullying Princess Qianjin's body was weak and unable to get up.

"Xue'er, I'll hit you in a while. Give me a poem!" Princess Qianjin pretended to be angry.

Seeing that Princess Qianjin was so anxious, Xueer had to stuff the paper roll into Princess Qianjin, and muttered: "Look, our princess is anxious. No. No. No. No. Please don't hit the maid's ass at that time."

"You girl." Princess Qianjin blamed. But the words were full of pampering and there was no complaint. As she spoke, she slowly opened the scroll of paper. She saw that there was no poem on the scroll of paper. The sentences were long and short without any rhythm.

Since ancient times, five-character poems are short sentences, and seven-character poems are long sentences. Few people mix long sentences with short sentences, but they cannot get to the top. Naturally, the Qianjin Princess is a little puzzled. You should know that the formation of long and short sentences was in the middle and late Tang Dynasty. Because the music became more and more tortuous, in order to match the music's poems, a new style of poetry with five-character and seven-character sentences was produced. It was still more than a hundred years before the early Tang Dynasty.

At first glance, the poem of this long and short sentence, the daughter princess felt fresh. Her eyes couldn't help but fall on the poem of dragons and phoenixes dancing. Her eyes were blurred. She bit her teeth lightly and slowly read in her mouth: "The phoenix is ​​floating on the wool, standing on the dangerous building, the wind is fine. Looking at the spring sorrow, the darkness is growing in the sky. The grass and smoke are in the lingering light, who will rely on the meaning of the lantern? I want to get drunk with the scattered madness. I sing the wine and the strong joy is still tasteless. I will never regret it when my clothes are getting looser and I will become haggard for her."

After reading the poem, Princess Qianjin felt something was wrong. She asked Xueer who was fiddling with her own hands.

"Xue'er, how did you come to this poem?"

The sudden sound of Xueer jumped. She patted her chest and said, "Princess, I have worked so hard. She even put herself in and grind the ink for the stinky Taoist priest for one month." As she said that, she stood on tiptoe on the ground and twisted it. She told the story of her whole story in the Tianxian Palace.

After hearing this, the Qianjin Princess thought for a moment and said, "You mean. When you heard you asked for poetry for your son, the immortal master wrote it? And there was no delay in one stroke?"

"It's just like that!" Xue'er said coquettishly.

The daughter-in-law silently picked up the paper full of poems and read it word by word.

Feng Qiwu, how could this allusion not be known to the Qianjin Princess, who is quite knowledgeable in the royal family? This poem alone (the name of the lyrics) made the Qianjin Princess involuntarily associate it. Read more carefully, the first half of the poem alone made the Qianjin Princess think of Huang Junming alone climbing up high and looking far away and thinking of the beauty, but who is this beauty? Xueer is asking for poetry for herself, isn’t this beauty her? A trace of sweetness flows out from her imagination.

But what came immediately was a kind of decline. It was obvious that the poem revealed the powerlessness and dilemma of Huang Junming trying to forget but struggling, which made Princess Qianjin think of what Huang Junming said that humans and immortals cannot be matched. A trace of sadness turned into tears and slipped from the corner of Princess Qianjin's eyes. At this time, Princess Qianjin's heart only had hatred, hated that she was not an immortal, hated that the rules and regulations of heaven in Huang Junming's mouth, hated Li Yuan to use himself as a horse rope to tie the aristocratic family to the horse stake of the Li family like a horse.

However, the poem has not been finished for so long, Princess Qianjin had to resist the hatred in her heart and look down. At this time, she really wanted to go and listen to Huang Junming's lonely loneliness suppressing all the pain. Yes, as a fairy who fell into the mortal world, she would eventually have some disconnection from the mortal world. Princess Qianjin thought about how to break this disconnection.

After reading all the remaining poems in one breath, Princess Qianjin no longer dared to imagine them anymore. She didn't know where she would think, but another voice in her heart encouraged her to imagine. In the end, Princess Qianjin's eyes were frozen in the sentence "I will never regret my clothes getting looser, and I will become haggard for her."

Never regret! Love that never regrets is ruthless, without money, power, no transaction, no fame and fortune, no secularity, no disputes, and no love that is separated from all immortals, and is ruthlessly killed in the world. There is no beginning.

Tears kept slid down from the corner of Princess Qianjin's eyes, as if she was afraid that the tears would wet the poems in her hand, so she carefully rolled up the paper full of the poems and put them on her body. She just lay there quietly. Seeing that something was wrong, Xue'er opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but was waved back by Princess Qianjin. Now she needs to be quiet.

In tears, the daughter-in-law thought about the autumn wind and the bleakness of the year. She and Xueer prayed for Wen Ting in the Tianxian Palace for the first time, thinking about Huang Junming's seriousness and gentleness when performing rituals for Wen Ting, and thinking about Huang Junming's talent and unruly at the Qujiang Poetry Conference. She closed her eyes gently.

Since you cannot love, since love is a sin against Huang Junming, even if you are a princess, you have a transcendent status. What's the use? Use it as a shackle of interests to win over a family? Since ancient times, how many princesses have been happy? If you pursue happiness, wouldn't it hurt Huang Junming's immortal body? This makes the immortal master suffer and entangled, it's better to break it from yourself.

I have to say that once a woman's heart is settled, she is very determined. The weak princess Qianjin, who was originally in a state of dying, actually vomited blood again and fainted. The blood dyed the underwear red and dripped on the princess Qianjin's neck without feeling at all.

Over time, Xue'er noticed a trace of abnormality and quietly pushed the door in, but it made her scream. This time, it was not like last time. No matter how you shake or call Princess Qianjin, she didn't mean to wake up. Except for the breath and breath, she still existed, which made Xue'er feel a little relieved. There was no other place that could make Xue'er relieved.

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