The next day, when Yu Ling woke up, it was already noon. Thinking of the carnival last night, Yu Ling couldn't help but blush. In the end, she was fainted. She didn't even know that her clothes and bed sheets were replaced at any time.
Yu Ling sat up and felt a little sore in her waist and back, she sweated heavily last night after exercising vigorously, and her body heat subsided. The sudden cold was finally completely cured.
After washing up under the custody of the palace maid, Yu Ling put on her coat loosely and walked towards the yard of Jingyang Palace. To be honest, this is her first time in Yuanhong's palace.
The weather is very good and the sun is bright. It is the weather suitable for walking. Yuanhong has already arrived at the fiefdom as the king. Jingyang Palace is just a place where he occasionally returns to Beijing to visit his relatives for a temporary residence. There is no special scenery in the yard, unlike ordinary palace courtyards! It is full of purple and red flowers, and there is only some lush and tall pine and cypress here, which is quite quiet.
Suddenly, there were waves of sword roars from afar. Yu Ling followed the sound. From a distance, he saw Yuan Hong in a white robe practicing swords. He was also wearing a white robe. Yuan Shao looked gentle and elegant in dress, while Yuan Hong was heroic. The two had different styles and different temperaments.
Yuan Hong was practicing and devoted. A seven-foot green streak was flying up and down in his hand like a spiritual snake. The sword energy was scattered, the cold light flowed, as sharp as a dragon, as graceful as a stunning geese. His movements were like flowing clouds and water, his power was free to be retracted, full of beauty, and extremely tense.
Yuan Hong is unfamiliar to Yu Ling. Although he had heard that the second prince had outstanding martial arts skills, he was convinced that what he saw with his own eyes today. Although Yu Ling did not know martial arts, he had a lot of insights into martial arts since he was a child under the influence of his father. Judging from Yuan Hong's posture, he was clearly a master who had been immersed in for many years. Even if he was not as good as her father Dugu Yu, he should not be inferior to her senior brother Lou Zhentao.
Yuan Hong's sword dance has entered the final climax stage, but he saw his sword swing slow down instead. The sword force is wide open and open, and the energy is penetrated by the long rainbow, as if commanding thousands of troops and horses. A layer of pine needle leaves scattered on the ground was aroused by the sharp sword energy, and they fluttered all over the sky with a loud shout. Yuan Hong suddenly stopped, put his sword in his arms, and stood upright, with his posture as stable as Taiyue.
Yu Ling couldn't help but applaud and shouted ok. Yuan Hong turned his head when he heard the sound and showed a gentle smile when he saw her: Why are you getting out of bed? Are you feeling better?
Thank you, I'm already very happy
Why are you so polite to me? Let's call me Brother Hong? Yuan Hong smiled ambiguously and walked up to hold her jade hand, then reached out and touched her forehead, and then said with satisfaction, "As long as I don't have a fever anymore. It seems that it was right to make you sweat a lot last night.
Yu Ling's pretty face turned slightly red, she gave him a look in anger and tried to break free from the devil's claws, but Yuan Hong grabbed it and said: You have just recovered from illness, so don't be too tired. Please go to the study to sit down.
Yuanhong's study is simple and elegant, without any luxurious decoration. The most eye-catching thing is that there is a pair of words hanging on the wall where you enter the door, which is actually Cao Zijian's "White Horse Chapter"
White horses are adorned with golden bans, and they are flying northwest to ask who their son, and the wanderer is
I went to my hometown at a young age, and I was hanging in the desert in the past with good bows. How could the arrows be mixed?
The string is controlled and the left is broken, the right hair is destroyed and the moon is raised and the flying trunk is leaned over and the horse's hooves are scattered.
The monkey and ape are cunning, and the brave are as leopard and dragon are as anxious as the police in the border town, and the barbarians are moving several times
The feathered edict came from the north, Lima climbed the high dike and drove over the Xiongnu, and left Guling Xianbei
If you abandon your body and your blade, how can you live? If your parents ignore you, why should you talk about your son and your wife?
The name of the hero is not allowed to sacrifice his life to the country, and he will be treated as if he is dead.
The words on the wall are vigorous and powerful. The last sentence: "The last stroke of the word "Return" is dragged down long, and the heartfelt ambition is almost broken out from the paper.
Yu Ling was surprised. She remembered that the prince Yuan Shao had a picture of a poem hanging in his study. In her impression, Yuan Hong was an ambitious prince who was determined to fight for the throne, but she didn't know that he still had such a passion.
Do you like Cao Zijian? Yu Ling couldn't help asking
Cao Zijian is very talented and envious. Who wouldn't like it? But I appreciate this song "White Horse" more than "The Goddess of Luo River". Unfortunately, he has ambition to serve the country, but he is suspicious and ends up in depression. Yuan Hong showed the feeling of hurting his kind, and his eyes flashed with reluctance and loneliness.
Yu Ling found that he knew too little about Yuan Hong. It turned out that he was so lonely inside! Yes, the Tian family was indifferent, and the brothers Ni Kun were commonplace. Which king didn’t climb to the dragon throne with his bones? A prince who was defeated in the battle for the throne was not only difficult for him to protect himself, but his mother and his maternal relatives would be implicated, so... everything he did was involuntarily, right?
But is that his sincerity? Who can understand his ambitions? How could such a man with outstanding martial arts and passionate martial arts like that kind of intrigue game? However, as a prince, he was destined to fight for power and throne from the first day of his birth, and he had no choice.
When Yuan Hong saw Yu Ling looking at him with a compassionate look, he couldn't help but smiled with a self-deprecating smile: What? Do you think a prince like me, who was born in the deep palace and raised by women, does not deserve such ambition?
No, I don't think so, why do you have to belittle yourself? Yu Ling's sincere explanation
To be honest, if it weren't for the identity of this prince, I would have been able to be a commander who was strong, galloping on the battlefield and making achievements. How happy it would be! Speaking of which, your senior brother Lou Zhentao is a rare talent. I really hope to have the opportunity to compete with him on the battlefield, but a pity...
Senior brother? How could he play against you against the prince? When I first heard Lou Zhentao's name, Yu Ling's heart blew. I haven't heard from Senior brother for a long time. I miss him so much.
Tsk, you are very brave. You dare to distract yourself in front of me and think of other men? Yuan Hong threatened dissatisfiedly, hugging her into her arms, and her flexible big hands scratched her waist, making her giggle and beg for mercy
At this moment, a palace maid came outside and knelt down to Yuanhong and said that his mother, the concubine, asked him to come over. Yuanhong reluctantly let her go, and before leaving, he even told her to have a good rest.
Yuan Hong walked quickly outside the palace gate. He suddenly encountered a little eunuch who was delivering a letter. The eunuch knelt down at him with his back hunched over and reported: Prince, the Prime Minister has another letter to be submitted to Princess Lanling.
Yuan Hong snorted lightly, I don’t know how many letters I have written, Wang Huanzhi is really indifferent! He took the thick envelope and shook it with his internal force. The stack of letter paper turned into pieces and fell down one after another.
Go back and tell the Prime Minister that the princess doesn't want to see him and asks him not to write again. Yuan Hong ordered coldly
Yes, the little eunuch bowed and received his order
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Note: Cao Zhi (192-232), whose courtesy name is Zijian, was a famous writer of Cao Wei in the Three Kingdoms of the Three Kingdoms, a representative figure of Jian'an literature, and a key figure in the Yuefu reform. The son of Emperor Wu of Wei, Cao Cao, the younger brother of Emperor Wen of Wei, Cao Pi, was collectively known as the Three Caos. Xie Lingyun, a writer of Southern Dynasty, once had one stone in the world. Cao Zijian occupied eight dou, I got one dou, and the rest of the world divided one dou together.
Cao Zhi was talented and over ten years old. He talked about hundreds of thousands of words of poetry and was good at writing. In the fifteenth year of Jian'an, the Tongque Platform built by Cao Cao in Yecheng was completed. He summoned a group of scholars to take the stage as a fu. Among the people, Cao Zhi only thought about it for a moment, and read it with a stroke. His writing said, "The Fu on the stage" by Cao Cao, he praised more than 19 years old, Cao Zhi, who was talented at that time, was favored by Cao Cao. Cao Cao once wanted to make him the crown prince more than once. However, Cao Zhi was willing to act without any etiquette and law, and repeatedly violated the law, which caused Cao Cao's anger. His brother Cao Pi was quite pretentious and finally won the struggle to become the crown prince.
Pi ascended the throne, was afraid of his talent, and wanted to harm him, so he ordered seven steps to form a poem. So he had the famous famous quote that was originally born with the same roots, but he was too anxious to fight each other. Cao Zhi later wrote many letters to ask for it, but he died of depression and died at the age of 40.
Cao Zhi's enthusiasm for serving the country and his ambition can be seen from this song "White Horse". This is also my favorite song.
Writer's words:
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Yu Ling sat up and felt a little sore in her waist and back, she sweated heavily last night after exercising vigorously, and her body heat subsided. The sudden cold was finally completely cured.
After washing up under the custody of the palace maid, Yu Ling put on her coat loosely and walked towards the yard of Jingyang Palace. To be honest, this is her first time in Yuanhong's palace.
The weather is very good and the sun is bright. It is the weather suitable for walking. Yuanhong has already arrived at the fiefdom as the king. Jingyang Palace is just a place where he occasionally returns to Beijing to visit his relatives for a temporary residence. There is no special scenery in the yard, unlike ordinary palace courtyards! It is full of purple and red flowers, and there is only some lush and tall pine and cypress here, which is quite quiet.
Suddenly, there were waves of sword roars from afar. Yu Ling followed the sound. From a distance, he saw Yuan Hong in a white robe practicing swords. He was also wearing a white robe. Yuan Shao looked gentle and elegant in dress, while Yuan Hong was heroic. The two had different styles and different temperaments.
Yuan Hong was practicing and devoted. A seven-foot green streak was flying up and down in his hand like a spiritual snake. The sword energy was scattered, the cold light flowed, as sharp as a dragon, as graceful as a stunning geese. His movements were like flowing clouds and water, his power was free to be retracted, full of beauty, and extremely tense.
Yuan Hong is unfamiliar to Yu Ling. Although he had heard that the second prince had outstanding martial arts skills, he was convinced that what he saw with his own eyes today. Although Yu Ling did not know martial arts, he had a lot of insights into martial arts since he was a child under the influence of his father. Judging from Yuan Hong's posture, he was clearly a master who had been immersed in for many years. Even if he was not as good as her father Dugu Yu, he should not be inferior to her senior brother Lou Zhentao.
Yuan Hong's sword dance has entered the final climax stage, but he saw his sword swing slow down instead. The sword force is wide open and open, and the energy is penetrated by the long rainbow, as if commanding thousands of troops and horses. A layer of pine needle leaves scattered on the ground was aroused by the sharp sword energy, and they fluttered all over the sky with a loud shout. Yuan Hong suddenly stopped, put his sword in his arms, and stood upright, with his posture as stable as Taiyue.
Yu Ling couldn't help but applaud and shouted ok. Yuan Hong turned his head when he heard the sound and showed a gentle smile when he saw her: Why are you getting out of bed? Are you feeling better?
Thank you, I'm already very happy
Why are you so polite to me? Let's call me Brother Hong? Yuan Hong smiled ambiguously and walked up to hold her jade hand, then reached out and touched her forehead, and then said with satisfaction, "As long as I don't have a fever anymore. It seems that it was right to make you sweat a lot last night.
Yu Ling's pretty face turned slightly red, she gave him a look in anger and tried to break free from the devil's claws, but Yuan Hong grabbed it and said: You have just recovered from illness, so don't be too tired. Please go to the study to sit down.
Yuanhong's study is simple and elegant, without any luxurious decoration. The most eye-catching thing is that there is a pair of words hanging on the wall where you enter the door, which is actually Cao Zijian's "White Horse Chapter"
White horses are adorned with golden bans, and they are flying northwest to ask who their son, and the wanderer is
I went to my hometown at a young age, and I was hanging in the desert in the past with good bows. How could the arrows be mixed?
The string is controlled and the left is broken, the right hair is destroyed and the moon is raised and the flying trunk is leaned over and the horse's hooves are scattered.
The monkey and ape are cunning, and the brave are as leopard and dragon are as anxious as the police in the border town, and the barbarians are moving several times
The feathered edict came from the north, Lima climbed the high dike and drove over the Xiongnu, and left Guling Xianbei
If you abandon your body and your blade, how can you live? If your parents ignore you, why should you talk about your son and your wife?
The name of the hero is not allowed to sacrifice his life to the country, and he will be treated as if he is dead.
The words on the wall are vigorous and powerful. The last sentence: "The last stroke of the word "Return" is dragged down long, and the heartfelt ambition is almost broken out from the paper.
Yu Ling was surprised. She remembered that the prince Yuan Shao had a picture of a poem hanging in his study. In her impression, Yuan Hong was an ambitious prince who was determined to fight for the throne, but she didn't know that he still had such a passion.
Do you like Cao Zijian? Yu Ling couldn't help asking
Cao Zijian is very talented and envious. Who wouldn't like it? But I appreciate this song "White Horse" more than "The Goddess of Luo River". Unfortunately, he has ambition to serve the country, but he is suspicious and ends up in depression. Yuan Hong showed the feeling of hurting his kind, and his eyes flashed with reluctance and loneliness.
Yu Ling found that he knew too little about Yuan Hong. It turned out that he was so lonely inside! Yes, the Tian family was indifferent, and the brothers Ni Kun were commonplace. Which king didn’t climb to the dragon throne with his bones? A prince who was defeated in the battle for the throne was not only difficult for him to protect himself, but his mother and his maternal relatives would be implicated, so... everything he did was involuntarily, right?
But is that his sincerity? Who can understand his ambitions? How could such a man with outstanding martial arts and passionate martial arts like that kind of intrigue game? However, as a prince, he was destined to fight for power and throne from the first day of his birth, and he had no choice.
When Yuan Hong saw Yu Ling looking at him with a compassionate look, he couldn't help but smiled with a self-deprecating smile: What? Do you think a prince like me, who was born in the deep palace and raised by women, does not deserve such ambition?
No, I don't think so, why do you have to belittle yourself? Yu Ling's sincere explanation
To be honest, if it weren't for the identity of this prince, I would have been able to be a commander who was strong, galloping on the battlefield and making achievements. How happy it would be! Speaking of which, your senior brother Lou Zhentao is a rare talent. I really hope to have the opportunity to compete with him on the battlefield, but a pity...
Senior brother? How could he play against you against the prince? When I first heard Lou Zhentao's name, Yu Ling's heart blew. I haven't heard from Senior brother for a long time. I miss him so much.
Tsk, you are very brave. You dare to distract yourself in front of me and think of other men? Yuan Hong threatened dissatisfiedly, hugging her into her arms, and her flexible big hands scratched her waist, making her giggle and beg for mercy
At this moment, a palace maid came outside and knelt down to Yuanhong and said that his mother, the concubine, asked him to come over. Yuanhong reluctantly let her go, and before leaving, he even told her to have a good rest.
Yuan Hong walked quickly outside the palace gate. He suddenly encountered a little eunuch who was delivering a letter. The eunuch knelt down at him with his back hunched over and reported: Prince, the Prime Minister has another letter to be submitted to Princess Lanling.
Yuan Hong snorted lightly, I don’t know how many letters I have written, Wang Huanzhi is really indifferent! He took the thick envelope and shook it with his internal force. The stack of letter paper turned into pieces and fell down one after another.
Go back and tell the Prime Minister that the princess doesn't want to see him and asks him not to write again. Yuan Hong ordered coldly
Yes, the little eunuch bowed and received his order
--------------------
Note: Cao Zhi (192-232), whose courtesy name is Zijian, was a famous writer of Cao Wei in the Three Kingdoms of the Three Kingdoms, a representative figure of Jian'an literature, and a key figure in the Yuefu reform. The son of Emperor Wu of Wei, Cao Cao, the younger brother of Emperor Wen of Wei, Cao Pi, was collectively known as the Three Caos. Xie Lingyun, a writer of Southern Dynasty, once had one stone in the world. Cao Zijian occupied eight dou, I got one dou, and the rest of the world divided one dou together.
Cao Zhi was talented and over ten years old. He talked about hundreds of thousands of words of poetry and was good at writing. In the fifteenth year of Jian'an, the Tongque Platform built by Cao Cao in Yecheng was completed. He summoned a group of scholars to take the stage as a fu. Among the people, Cao Zhi only thought about it for a moment, and read it with a stroke. His writing said, "The Fu on the stage" by Cao Cao, he praised more than 19 years old, Cao Zhi, who was talented at that time, was favored by Cao Cao. Cao Cao once wanted to make him the crown prince more than once. However, Cao Zhi was willing to act without any etiquette and law, and repeatedly violated the law, which caused Cao Cao's anger. His brother Cao Pi was quite pretentious and finally won the struggle to become the crown prince.
Pi ascended the throne, was afraid of his talent, and wanted to harm him, so he ordered seven steps to form a poem. So he had the famous famous quote that was originally born with the same roots, but he was too anxious to fight each other. Cao Zhi later wrote many letters to ask for it, but he died of depression and died at the age of 40.
Cao Zhi's enthusiasm for serving the country and his ambition can be seen from this song "White Horse". This is also my favorite song.
Writer's words:
I'm here to update again, thank you for your patience, I will definitely not abandon "Mèi" and I will spread some soil every week :)
Please pay more attention to my new article "Chu Yan and Peach Blossoms", which is completely different from the Mèi color style. If you have time, help me to score and vote, I am grateful to you. I am so grateful to you. Waves. Waves.
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