Love: Two Worlds Forbidden Love

Everyone praised with gusto, and then chanted several times.Seeing that the dusk was getting deep, the few people were still in high spirits and didn't feel idle, Fang Wenqing ordered someone to set up dinner, and the few people chatted freely during the banquet. After dinner, it was evening and the moon was shining.

Jade plate delicacy, agar jade wine, Liu Yiran is already smoked and fluttering,

Except for Fang Wenqing and Yang Hao, the other three are already drunk and exquisite,

Yang Haodao

"I heard that Brother Liu is proficient in melody, so I don't want to imitate Aunt Gongsun and use martial arts to help me enjoy myself. I don't know what Brother Liu wants."

Liu Yiran became interested when he heard the words, and his drunkenness receded by half, and he replied heartily

"In the past, Aunt Gongsun, dressed in brocade clothes and beautiful appearance, was as graceful as a dragon swimming. A curved sword, swaying the myriad of scenes in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Du Gong once wrote a poem titled "Swords and Weapons", which described the prosperity of Gongsun's sword in those days. , I am willing to play with the music of the piano."

Fang Wenqing ordered someone to take the best Fengweiqin in the palace, and gave Yang Hao the sword with him. Everyone present looked excited and full of anticipation.

Liu Yiran sat still, lightly picked the strings with his slender fingers, the strings trembled, the sound sounded, and the sword danced.

At the beginning, the sound of the piano is like drizzle lightly slanting thousands of times, and it is also like a mountain spring meandering from a deep valley, flowing slowly, clear and lingering.It rises slowly again, like an eagle spreading its wings, circling, and suddenly slides down slowly, like a waterfall falling into an abyss of thousands of miles, with vast waves thousands of miles away.

Look at the sword dancer under the moon, falling one after the other, as slow as clouds, as swift as wind, as strong as pine, with the momentum of splitting mountains, and the illusion of emptiness.Curved body, step forward, sword pointing, changeable, light and steady.

With a passionate voice

"In the past, there was a beautiful woman named Gongsun,

With a dance of swords, it moves in all directions.

The spectators are as dismayed as mountains,

The world has been low for a long time.

Huo Ruyi shot Nine Sunset,

Just like the emperors and dragons flying.

Comes like thunder and is furious,

Let it be like Jiang Hai condenses clear light. "

The bright moon is in the sky, the light is shining everywhere, the figure is drifting, and the clouds are flowing for a moment, I can see that figure leaping up lightly, the tip of the sword is light, refracting the light of the bright moon, piercing the eyes, one move of the blue sea and flowing flowers, like fishing for the moon in the water, looking in the mirror Flowers, seemingly unreal, erratic.

That man, that moon, that sword, that sound, were so natural that they seemed to be in the world, and even the air condensed.

Everyone applauded again and again.

Liu Yiran smiled heartily, and flicked his fingertips again and again, the sound of the zither turned like countless galloping horses galloping, with a strong heart, a warm and proud heart, which immediately made people's blood boil.

With the sound of the piano, the dance also turned into a killing spirit, as if charging into the battle and fighting the enemy bravely.

......

The string stops, the sound stops, the sword draws back, the two look at each other and smile, their eyes are full of excitement, they hate seeing each other late.

Fang Wen's blue eyes also had an uncommon agitation, as if he was in a battlefield, full of bloodthirsty passion.

Xu Junmo sighed and praised several good words again and again.

Shen Qianyi was also undecided, full of admiration.

"I really understand what is the real beauty. Today is really an eye-opener, you two, I admire you."

Fang Wenqing raised his glass and said

"I respect you both"

Everyone toasted and drank again. It was not until the end of the moon and the palace gate was about to close that they said goodbye to each other and left, leaving the garden full of fragrance alone.

......

Liu Yiran had never had such a good time today, he was swaying back to the Qingxiao Palace with the help of the palace servants, and when he stepped into the courtyard, he happily called Xiaocui

"Xiao Cui, spread the paper and grind it for me"

Standing on the jade steps, Xiao Cui looked around, saw that he did not come back, she felt anxious, and said that she was tortured by the emperor's search for a way, and she was thinking about going out to find him, when she saw him stepping in frivolously, her face was full of embarrassment. But he couldn't stop smiling, so he stepped forward to help him, and he was also happy, saying

"I've never seen the young master so happy, but have you encountered something pleasant?"

Liu Yiran said

"Young master met a bosom friend today"

When the two entered the hall, Xiaocui saw that his eyes were misty, his cheeks were flushed, his pen was trembling slightly, and his footsteps were unsteady. He was afraid that he would drink too much, and he would be frivolous in painting, so she insisted on making him drink the sobering soup and wait for him. Painting, Liu Yiran didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he flicked his finger on her forehead, and said with a smile

"You said that I drank too much, but you don't know that the more drunk I am, the clearer I am."

Xiaocui stuck out her tongue, Liu Yiran smiled and said

"What a weird girl"

Xiao Cui rolled her big eyes with a smile, spread out the rice paper for him happily, and ground it carefully, seeing that he was rarely happy, she couldn't stop laughing in her heart.

Liu Yiran rolled up his sleeves while holding the pen, his pale white fingers were able to do a job with ease, the nib of the pen was free and unrestrained, and his strokes were like a breeze.

Xiao Cui quietly looked at his side face under the lamp, a pair of red phoenix eyes slightly raised, his face was like a peach blossom, his eyebrows were like ink stains, the dancing candlelight reflected his bright eyes like stars in the dark night, he was like a fairy, who could read people's hearts and souls. With such a serious appearance, no one can tell that he is a drunk person. Xiaocui has never seen such a transparent person, and her face is flushed and her heart beats before she knows it.

Looking at his works, the writing is windy and thunderous, and the ink is dripping drunk.Xiaocui didn't see what the painting was until he took the pen away.

Although the facial features of the person in the painting are ordinary, there are indescribable hidden meanings, especially those eyes that are as sharp as eagles, shooting out thousands of streams of light, and the beating hot pillow in the eyes makes people's blood boil.The man is dancing his sword against the bright moon, pointing at the blue waves, and he is doing a bow step. His upper body is straight, his clothes are flying, and the tip of his sword is shining brightly. The vast desert serves as a backdrop, which shows the heroic state of the majestic man even more.

Looking at the wonderful brushwork of the painting, the lines are soft but vigorous and powerful, each ink and color, each hook and stroke, and each song are always ingenious and natural, even if the real person stands here, he will be inferior.

......

Liu Yiran stopped writing and looked at it. Seemingly something was missing, she nodded slightly and picked up the pen to write in the blank space in the upper right corner:

"Fu Bo only wishes that the shrouded body will be returned,

Why does Dingyuan need to enter the customs.

Don't send only reincarnation back to the sea cave,

There is still an arrow to fix Tianshan. "

The pen is like a dragon, chic and elegant.

Only then did Liu Yiran put down the pen in satisfaction, and carefully put away the painting when the ink was dry, and said to Xiao Cui with a smile

"Bring me a jar of wine"

Xiaocui was dumbfounded, looked at him worriedly and said

"My lord, it's getting late, you should rest early, too much alcohol will hurt your health, you are already drunk"

Liu Yiran smiled softly and said

"It's good to get drunk once in a while, don't worry about it"

Xiao Cui responded with a slow "yes", and looked at it worriedly before going out.

......

Liu Yiran sat paralyzed under the crabapple tree and lifted the wine jug to drink happily. The moonlight shone on the wine stains in front of his clothes like a layer of silver light, and his eyes were drunk.

Xiaocui also sat with him just like him, she just felt that such a son made people feel distressed and made people cry for no reason.

"Fu Bo only wishes that the shrouded body will be returned,

Why does Dingyuan need to enter the customs.

Don't send only reincarnation back to the sea cave,

There is still an arrow to fix Tianshan. "

Liu Yiran shouted loudly, and asked excitedly

"Xiao Cui can understand the meaning of this"

Xiaocui endured the sadness in her heart, forced a smile and asked

"How would the slave know?"

Like a master, Liu Yiran explained to her word by word, and after the explanation, he murmured over and over again, tirelessly over and over again. At first, he was impassioned and full of vigor, but later on, his voice became lower and lower, deeper and deeper. His voice was also hoarse, his lips trembled, and he couldn't make a sound.

"I'm... a good... man, but I do... but I do..."

The last one could no longer be said, she was sobbing and sobbing, she murmured for a long time before asking "why", Xiaocui didn't hear him calling that person's name at the end, full of affection but heartbroken, sorrowful , sad, melancholy, helpless.

Xiaocui didn't dare to look at him, two drops of clear tears slowly fell down, and then seemed to be unleashed as they gushed out, and couldn't stop anymore.

The talented son, the gentle and jade-like son, is also a pitiful person who makes people feel distressed.

When the heart is drunk, the person is also drunk.

The night in late autumn was very cold, and it was even colder there. Liu Yiran felt that the longing that he had never had before slowly rose from the bottom of his heart to his heart.However, hatred that he had never experienced before flooded from above, and the two emotions mixed together made him twitch all over and couldn't hold himself back.

It's hard to tell right from wrong, and it's hard to love and hate.

The autumn cicadas are cold and dumb, the leaves are falling and the grass is withered, and the grass is withered, but this crabapple flower is still blooming like a brocade just like the legend.

Fang Wenqing stayed with the concubines in the harem almost every night, and even if he occasionally stayed in the Qingxiao Palace, he just quietly embraced him and fell asleep. At first, Liu Yiran was always terrified, and every step of the way was frightened. Seeing that he was always like this, he relaxed , but also fell into a quiet place, saying that he had changed his temper.

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