General Chu

In April, when the warm wind came to rest in the rainy season, the army of Chu State was assembled, and Chu Zi led his troops northward in battle armor.For this day, he planned for 20 years, but when he saw the enemy and our soldiers fall, he still couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

Xu Liwenyuan thought that he could protect the world with only one hand, but it turned out that without Mo Wen, he couldn't move an inch.

At that moment Xu Liwenyuan suddenly understood Mo Wen's silence all along.He has always used strength as a way of walking in the world. His strong appearance supports not only the unspeakable past, but also a soft and contradictory heart.

The majestic Chu Zichong took the lead and led thousands of troops across every inch of the vast territory.Injuries can't stop him, crying can't stop him, no one in the world can stop him.

In five months, the Chu people aspired to the Central Plains, and soon the princes met and allied countries proclaimed their ministers.

When Xu Liwenyuan was galloping on the official road in Gaojing, he was very much like Mo Wen's high spirits when he first returned to Tianliang.He was 24 years old that year, and the young Chu Zi started the 800-year glorious history of Chu State.

He was so beautiful and so proud, but on the way back to Chu, the teacher took a bite of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake handed over by his subordinates, and tears flowed down his face.

He owed favors to the world, but he was the only one responsible for that person.

Soon, many people were added to the originally empty harem, all of whom were a little bit sympathetic.But the people in front of Qianfan's high position still remained motionless.

The lights in the Chengqing Palace were still on as usual, and once the single light was on, it lasted all night.

Until one day, a stunning excerpt opera became famous in Kyoto, and someone tentatively recommended the opera troupe to enter the palace.The silent emperor listened intently, and then stepped down from the high platform and came out with a Tsing Yi in his hands.

Since then, the Chengqing Hall has become lively again, and the empty and cold hall has a bit of fireworks.

Xu Liwenyuan always snuggled up on the couch lazily, holding a few pages of paper in his hand and looking at them all afternoon.

People in Tsing Yi always come at dusk, handing over newly composed tunes or a bowl of freshly cooked porridge.

Xu Liwenyuan didn't take the bowl he handed, but stood up and held the man's hand tightly wrapped in gauze, and asked with pity, does it hurt?

"It's just a small injury, it's not a problem. It made the king worry."

"It's been three days and the wound hasn't healed yet. How can it be called a minor injury. You will not be allowed to enter the kitchen in the future, let alone wielding swords."

The man was stunned, he didn't understand why Xu Liwenyuan, who had always shown his emotions indifferently, was suddenly angry, and he couldn't answer for a while.

Xu Liwenyuan looked at him, and suddenly leaned forward and hugged him into his arms, saying in a low voice, don't take your body seriously.Whenever you make the slightest mistake, everyone around you will be buried with you.When he said this, he was calm and serious.

The long-lost feeling of being hugged is too warm, so warm that it makes people feel in a trance.Yu Lang pulled the corners of his mouth into a smile, and then looked at the paper thrown on the ground by Xu Liwen Yuan.Perhaps there is a newly researched method by the staff on how to deal with the newly added land, but the light is too dim for him to see whether it is an ancient text on the general history or an urgent report on the frontier.

Perhaps no one cares about the face behind the thick paint on the green clothes, and no one cares about how much heaviness is contained in the pre-Qin and rear courts sung in his operas. It is just that the excerpts are sung into the king's city and sung into the ears of the emperor. , he is amazing enough.

Those are the rare ripples in the long and boring time that the Han River has swept across the Central Plains for tens of thousands of years.

Later, he stopped singing, frowned slightly, and said to Xu Liwenyuan, I am an actor who grew up in the pear garden. a mask.Even if I was born with a good voice, how can a person like me sing so well?Simply stop learning it.

Xu Liwenyuan's expression was calm, he stepped forward to hold him, and said in a low voice, "Okay, it's up to you."

Whenever an actor is born, his childhood experience is always particularly sad with a certain consistency.Xu Liwenyuan had heard such stories a lot, and he couldn't tell what he wanted.But every story can easily convince him, making him feel a little out of place.

In fact, Yulang is not an actor, he is also the lord of a country, but he is forced to become a prisoner and put on a costume to find a way out for himself and his people.

He came here with hatred in his heart, he thought he would spend his whole life in hatred, looking for opportunities to kill his sweetheart all his life.Until he saw those paintings in the side hall of Chengqing Hall.On the shelves on the wall and on the table, the entire hall is full of paintings, and the people in the paintings are all the same person.

The appearance of the person in the painting is [-]% similar to him, but he has the posture of riding a horse and shooting arrows, which is not like him at all.

Although Yang Yue is a small country, but as the prince of a country, he has loved painting since he was a child. He has experienced countless paintings by the craftsmen around him, and he has never been so amazing.

He looked at the eyebrows and eyes in the painting that were [-]% similar to himself and finally fell silent, silent in the long silent night.

A heart that wanted to turn the tide and forcefully pull the country out of the mud was relaxed for a moment.

He could be jealous.Jealousy for an amorous, unfeeling soul.

Although he knew that there must be some reason for him to enter the palace so smoothly to enjoy that person's tenderness, but when everything was clearly placed in front of him, he still felt his breath stagnate.

He raised his hand and gently stroked the eyebrows of the person in the painting, and inadvertently saw a line of small words beside the portrait, Xiao Lai dreamed of Jun, it should be Jun Xiangyi.

"Have you seen yourself fascinated?" A deep voice came from behind, and he turned his head, and the painting in his hand was quietly taken away.

He smiled, went up to help the man fasten the open clothes, and asked softly, did my rough hands and feet wake up the king?

Xu Liwenyuan took the waist of the people around him and walked towards the main hall warmly.

"It's getting late, and the sound of the drum is very noisy, so please sleep a little longer, Your Highness." The smile on his face remained the same, but he calmly pulled away the hand on his waist.

Xu Liwenyuan walked in front in a daze, and waved back as if thinking of something suddenly, saying, you can dispose of the things in this hall as you please, just don't touch those paintings, after all, it is difficult to draw a picture...

It is probably lonely when I miss someone, otherwise Yu Lang would not be able to explain the sudden desolation in the eyes of the person in front of me.

The footsteps that followed suddenly paused, and he said, Your Majesty, you are not suitable for affection at all.

The person walking in front suddenly stood still and said, although you have the title of Lan Tai Ling, you can use the palace after a country, and the people under the lonely king are at your disposal, but Yulang, if you have any requirements, just tell me. The lonely king, the lonely king is not afraid of giving too much, but he is afraid that he is not good enough for you.

He stood there for a long while, the drum in his heart seemed to be broken, and in the end, he made a mistake, I am the prince of Yangyue, and I came to you from the beginning to take your life.

"The lonely king doesn't care."

"That's right, the king only cares about my face, because I resemble him."

Xu Liwenyuan didn't say anything, climbed onto the couch with stiff hands and feet, turned around and fell asleep facing the wall.

In the tenth year after Yulang entered the palace, Chuzi issued the imperial edict, and the courtiers looked at each other and dared not speak.In the end, it was Li Yuanzi who stood up and reminded softly, Your Majesty, the Queen Mother died just two years ago, and this year is still in the period of national mourning.

Xu Liwenyuan waved his sleeves and walked away without saying anything, but the edict did not change.

The emperor's wedding day was nightless for fifteen days in Tianliang City.Forty miles along the city, the lamp shop is like daytime.

On that day, the newly-appointed young general of the Tiger Devouring Army rode a tall horse to pick up the bride on his behalf.The sound of horseshoes makes dreams shatter and wine wakes up.

In this way, Xu Liwenyuan led the queen's sedan chair into Chongxuan Gate, Xuanwu Gate, walked through Zichen Hall, Xuanzheng Hall, Chengqing Hall, and walked all the way to Hanyuan Hall.

As soon as the wind blows, the dove flowers fall by the roadside, gorgeous and eye-catching, everywhere is the appearance of peace and stability in this world.

In the end, there was still a man sitting in the back seat of Chu State, but it had nothing to do with Mo Wen.What is widely rumored in the folk tales will also be another story.

Since then, the world has been peaceful and peaceful, but Xu Liwenyuan's dreams have become more and more unsettled. He always falls asleep and wakes up in a daze, and then starts to stare at the void in a daze, and keeps saying, "You said you want Give me back a complete Chu country, give me back a prosperous dynasty, but Uncle Wang, only a Chu country with you has a soul.

In the dream, under the dim candlelight, Mo Wen stood beside him, watching him critique the memorial with frowning eyes.

He asked, what's wrong?

Mo Wen lost his temper in a serious manner, saying that this person should be demoted for discussing the affairs of the harem.

He turned around, hugged his uncle's legs, and coaxed him, Uncle Wang said that he should be demoted naturally.

Mo Wen wanted to laugh, but his eyes suddenly darkened, he said, Chen Feng, I never thought of disturbing the court.

Xu Liwenyuan was taken aback, tears streaming down his face, he said, I believe, I believe.

Today, he is willing to use everything to make up for the mistakes he made, just like he once told Mo Wen that the most difficult thing to entrust is not feelings, but trust.

He thought of [-] endings between them, but he didn't think of this one: If only Uncle Wang had seized the throne at the beginning, it would have been fine if the lonely king had followed him into the mountains and never cared about world affairs since then, if... ...Obviously there is still time.

"In my next life, I won't be Chuzi anymore, don't be involuntary."

Don't open the curtain, for fear of seeing flying flowers and hearing cuckoos singing.

The sudden awakening after many years always comes too late, much later than the warranty period.It's like holding a bowl of hot soup, losing the original intention of taste.

When he woke up the next day, Xu Liwenyuan's face was covered with dry tears. He stood up and looked at the empty hall, muttering, yes, what a dream.

He was established as a son at birth, and was plotted by countless people, both openly and secretly. Since then, he has been haunted by nightmares and never slept well.In the past, I always woke up quickly and woke up in a cold sweat.But this time, she was drowning in a dream and did not want to wake up, with tears streaming down her face.

Only in his dreams could he see the face he almost forgot.That's all about Xu Liwenyuan, you must remember it deeply in order to spend the rest of your life.

I still remember that Yang Huafei came in March of that year, and he was dressed in Tsing Yi when he came.