Speaking of which, Yan Niang's illness was not cured. It was a few days later and a few days later, so it was a little heavier. Shixiang and Pīngting. A Can and others guarded every day. Yiren often took care of Yan Niang when they were free. Zheng also often came to see Yan Niang for a day. After the work of Yiren's house was over, he came to see Yan Niang and returned to Jiezizhai. It was too late. He sat in the room for a while, and saw the moon as bright as a painting. He slowly walked to the pavilion that sent spring and autumn. He sighed a few times to Mingyue. Thinking that his illness always harmed him this day, he looked at the sky and bowed a few times and said:God, why should you harm others too much? If you love Yan Niang, you shouldn't be smart from your heart and have such temperament. If you call him such a smart person, you shouldn't be smart from your heart and have such temperament. If you call him such a smart person, you also call him such a smart person, and have such a smart person, you will not be sick from your heart? Why don't you call him such a smart person? If you do not call him such a smart person, you will not be sick from your heart. If you die, how can he die? There is an old lady above who is nearly 70 years old, how can she die? There are these two grandmas below, who are young phoenixes, how can she call him a maid who crys alone? Even our maids are too infatuated. If you want to be the master of the willow bank, how can we make us a lotus in September, and the sound of a shower falls! As he said that, he started crying and said:God, if you really love Yan Niang, you will love your lover to the end, and then you will see that your love Yan Niang is not fake. Now he has this disease. If you don’t save him, who can save him? I cried for a while, and felt cold and wet my clothes, and I was so angry at night, so I slowly came back
But Yan Niang was sick every day. She fell asleep that night and fell asleep until the fourth day of Jiao. Suddenly, a monk pushed the door and walked in. He slapped the top and said: Color is emptiness, emptiness is color, can you forget it? The monk got into the quilt and disappeared. Yan Niang suddenly woke up, but she looked at the broken lamp and heard the fragrance turn over. He didn't say anything. He thought that when he was a child, he dreamed of many beauties. There was a beautiful woman who remembered all the words, and chanted in a low voice:
In the sky and earth, who is poor, who is destined to be destined to be destined to be destined? In the end, I usually practiced a irrelevant Zen, and then laughed at me as a pair of mandarin ducks in vain. Who knew that I was also in lingering in vain
After reading it a few times, I felt my heart bright. I saw that the window was white and I didn’t need anyone to support me. I got up and put on my clothes. After getting off the bed, I woke up and said: How can you get up by yourself? Yan Niang didn’t agree. She walked to the window, took the pen and ink, grind the ink, picked up the pen and wrote:
The dream of Huang Liang has stopped. What should I ask for after all my diligence?
The Qingfeng sword came to the morning and cut off the ancient sorrows of the present and the present
After writing, he put his pen on the ground, clapped his hands and laughed, and ran outside to ask someone to put down the plaque of the Mingyue Qingfeng House, asked the girl to grind ink, spread the paper, and took a large pen and wrote, "It's: The Moon Cloak House, after writing, I asked someone to change it to the incense immediately, and I picked up the incense. Yan Niang asked the girl to call Yiren, A Can, Pīngting, Yannu, Juan, huà, Guan, Yao, and Mofeng all came, and each brought the piano and flute. When they came, Yan Niang sat on it, called Yinxiang, and Shixiang sat on both sides, and asked Yiren to sit on it, and they all played the piano and played the flute. Yan Niang sat on it, and sang a few songs. The song said:
What is the great world? What is my possession? The farthest thing in the world, now I look back from the sky and I have no worries. Why do I need this (you karaoke) (you karaoke) wine? I drink a stone or a bucket of pine and cypress. I occasionally live with my friends and talk to my friends about my great achievements but immortality? I speak very similarly, tied with gold and purple and green? I am not worried about my gods and immortals, and I am left and right with me; Vimalakirti with no worries, and I am allowed to bloom and fall in front and back, and I have no restraint. If spring goes and autumn comes, I don’t have to help me day and night, but I wear high and walk thick and ask me what I like, but I say no!
After singing, he laughed a few more times, and told them to stop Qin Xiao and said:My bright moon and clear breeze hut, the big grandmother wrote me that day. I was afraid that I would go to the romance and moon field and forgot that the moon was originally bright, the wind was originally clear, and I am now hugging the moon and wearing the wind. I have only experienced the word "Ming, Qing". But no one in the world doesn't love the wind and moon? What I call the wind and moon is not the spring scenery in the flowers, willows and alleys. If the time in the Qinlou Chu Pavilion is the person who buys smiles with gold, it is not the love seed of love for the wind and moon, but the love slaves accompanying the wind and moon! However, I have this wonderful interest in the wind and moon,If I hadn't met you Chang'e in the moon and willows in the wind, I would have no need to love the wind and the moon. It can be seen that God has fulfilled me. I have learned a lot now. Anyone who is in love is addicted to love is not good at love. The word "love" comes from innate love but not in love, so that I will not hurt the original face of the word "love". But I am from love to love, from drowning to love. I can be self-conceived by the experience of drowning in love, and I know the depth and lightness of the depth and lightness.As he was talking, he was soaking incense and picking incense, and some of them were persuaded: It’s better, you shouldn’t be too tired. Yan Niang just sat there without saying anything, and Yan Niang had no intention of doing business. She whispered to the moon and laughed at the wind every day, and enjoyed herself, and she also called Mr. Dajue.
Postscript
Mr. Yu was the old clan of Geyang, Zhongzhou, with surname Wu, and his name was Yitang, and his name was Yinnan. He also had a name with his ancestors. Yu was the chief lieutenant. His ancestors immediately ordered Yuyi to be the side of his husband and said: "You are like me, I am happy to respond to it."
Mr. Yu treated Yu as his son and asked him to come to the school to study. Everything is full of food and clothing. After the old man saw him, Mr. Yu looked at him more and more generously. He was the eldest son. Yu was not allowed to go with him. Mr. Yu returned to Tian Yue for several years. The first king's legitimate wife appointed his mother to donate to the next year. Mr. Zhou's mother came back. There were many times during this period. He ordered Yu to do it again. He was not allowed to go in and out of the room. He sat in a small thai every day. Mr. Yu could not give up Yu at the time, and Yu could not bear to disobey Mr.
However, Mr. Xu is a man who is a man of a rashness and a heroic nature. He is often unsatisfied with the window and bed. He is so arrogant. He compiled two types of "Dream" and "Fengyue Mirror" that the book was completed. Relatives and friends looked at it and called it quiet. He is very wonderful. Yu Si's life. If his outstanding ones are not seen now, they are abolished because of illness. How sad! But he must not let him do it, and he does not borrow books to do it. Wu Zhi's husband is looking forward to his future generations. He knows what his husband is like? Yu's cousin Cunzhi manages his family plans for his husband, and he stays in his family at the time. Yu and he goes to the fore and writes on the trick. Mr. Shu's boredom is a moment of silence.
Send to the man Yu to know
But Yan Niang was sick every day. She fell asleep that night and fell asleep until the fourth day of Jiao. Suddenly, a monk pushed the door and walked in. He slapped the top and said: Color is emptiness, emptiness is color, can you forget it? The monk got into the quilt and disappeared. Yan Niang suddenly woke up, but she looked at the broken lamp and heard the fragrance turn over. He didn't say anything. He thought that when he was a child, he dreamed of many beauties. There was a beautiful woman who remembered all the words, and chanted in a low voice:
In the sky and earth, who is poor, who is destined to be destined to be destined to be destined? In the end, I usually practiced a irrelevant Zen, and then laughed at me as a pair of mandarin ducks in vain. Who knew that I was also in lingering in vain
After reading it a few times, I felt my heart bright. I saw that the window was white and I didn’t need anyone to support me. I got up and put on my clothes. After getting off the bed, I woke up and said: How can you get up by yourself? Yan Niang didn’t agree. She walked to the window, took the pen and ink, grind the ink, picked up the pen and wrote:
The dream of Huang Liang has stopped. What should I ask for after all my diligence?
The Qingfeng sword came to the morning and cut off the ancient sorrows of the present and the present
After writing, he put his pen on the ground, clapped his hands and laughed, and ran outside to ask someone to put down the plaque of the Mingyue Qingfeng House, asked the girl to grind ink, spread the paper, and took a large pen and wrote, "It's: The Moon Cloak House, after writing, I asked someone to change it to the incense immediately, and I picked up the incense. Yan Niang asked the girl to call Yiren, A Can, Pīngting, Yannu, Juan, huà, Guan, Yao, and Mofeng all came, and each brought the piano and flute. When they came, Yan Niang sat on it, called Yinxiang, and Shixiang sat on both sides, and asked Yiren to sit on it, and they all played the piano and played the flute. Yan Niang sat on it, and sang a few songs. The song said:
What is the great world? What is my possession? The farthest thing in the world, now I look back from the sky and I have no worries. Why do I need this (you karaoke) (you karaoke) wine? I drink a stone or a bucket of pine and cypress. I occasionally live with my friends and talk to my friends about my great achievements but immortality? I speak very similarly, tied with gold and purple and green? I am not worried about my gods and immortals, and I am left and right with me; Vimalakirti with no worries, and I am allowed to bloom and fall in front and back, and I have no restraint. If spring goes and autumn comes, I don’t have to help me day and night, but I wear high and walk thick and ask me what I like, but I say no!
After singing, he laughed a few more times, and told them to stop Qin Xiao and said:My bright moon and clear breeze hut, the big grandmother wrote me that day. I was afraid that I would go to the romance and moon field and forgot that the moon was originally bright, the wind was originally clear, and I am now hugging the moon and wearing the wind. I have only experienced the word "Ming, Qing". But no one in the world doesn't love the wind and moon? What I call the wind and moon is not the spring scenery in the flowers, willows and alleys. If the time in the Qinlou Chu Pavilion is the person who buys smiles with gold, it is not the love seed of love for the wind and moon, but the love slaves accompanying the wind and moon! However, I have this wonderful interest in the wind and moon,If I hadn't met you Chang'e in the moon and willows in the wind, I would have no need to love the wind and the moon. It can be seen that God has fulfilled me. I have learned a lot now. Anyone who is in love is addicted to love is not good at love. The word "love" comes from innate love but not in love, so that I will not hurt the original face of the word "love". But I am from love to love, from drowning to love. I can be self-conceived by the experience of drowning in love, and I know the depth and lightness of the depth and lightness.As he was talking, he was soaking incense and picking incense, and some of them were persuaded: It’s better, you shouldn’t be too tired. Yan Niang just sat there without saying anything, and Yan Niang had no intention of doing business. She whispered to the moon and laughed at the wind every day, and enjoyed herself, and she also called Mr. Dajue.
Postscript
Mr. Yu was the old clan of Geyang, Zhongzhou, with surname Wu, and his name was Yitang, and his name was Yinnan. He also had a name with his ancestors. Yu was the chief lieutenant. His ancestors immediately ordered Yuyi to be the side of his husband and said: "You are like me, I am happy to respond to it."
Mr. Yu treated Yu as his son and asked him to come to the school to study. Everything is full of food and clothing. After the old man saw him, Mr. Yu looked at him more and more generously. He was the eldest son. Yu was not allowed to go with him. Mr. Yu returned to Tian Yue for several years. The first king's legitimate wife appointed his mother to donate to the next year. Mr. Zhou's mother came back. There were many times during this period. He ordered Yu to do it again. He was not allowed to go in and out of the room. He sat in a small thai every day. Mr. Yu could not give up Yu at the time, and Yu could not bear to disobey Mr.
However, Mr. Xu is a man who is a man of a rashness and a heroic nature. He is often unsatisfied with the window and bed. He is so arrogant. He compiled two types of "Dream" and "Fengyue Mirror" that the book was completed. Relatives and friends looked at it and called it quiet. He is very wonderful. Yu Si's life. If his outstanding ones are not seen now, they are abolished because of illness. How sad! But he must not let him do it, and he does not borrow books to do it. Wu Zhi's husband is looking forward to his future generations. He knows what his husband is like? Yu's cousin Cunzhi manages his family plans for his husband, and he stays in his family at the time. Yu and he goes to the fore and writes on the trick. Mr. Shu's boredom is a moment of silence.
Send to the man Yu to know
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