Chapter 443 Farewell
Emperor Hui of Jin hurriedly took away Princess Rongyang Zhu Huaishu and the Chidan Army.
Zhu Huaizhen was very unhappy, so he stayed in the tent and listened to opera.
Princess Ronghua Zhu Huaizhen was seen lying on a beauty couch surrounded by black lacquer and gold-painted scrolls of poetry and paintings, holding a round fan with a mahogany handle embroidered with pomegranates, cats and butterflies, moving it back and forth, her posture as lazy as a Persian cat.
Orioles chirp at dawn in the jade trees of Jinling, flowers bloom early in the Qinhuai waterside pavilions. Who knew the ice would melt so easily? I watched him build his red mansion, I watched him entertain guests, and I watched his mansion collapse. Here, amidst the mossy, blue tiles, I once slept in a dreamlike state; I've witnessed fifty years of rise and fall. No one in Wuyi Lane is surnamed Wang, ghosts cry at Mochou Lake, and owls roost on Phoenix Terrace. Dreams of the ruined mountains are the most real, the old land hard to lose. I don't believe this map is changing manuscripts. I'll compose a lament for Jiangnan, and sing it until I grow old.
Today's performance is "Peach Blossom Fan", but I can't get into it.
The sun and moon hang in the sky at dawn and dusk, and spirits wield the power of life and death. Heaven and earth, supposed to distinguish between the clear and the turbid, yet how could they have confused Dao Zhi and Yan Yuan? Those who do good suffer poverty and a shorter life, while those who commit evil enjoy wealth and longevity. Heaven and earth, seemingly coveting the strong and bullying the weak, yet they also seem to go along with the tide. Earth, if you can't distinguish between good and evil, what are you called Earth? Heaven, you misjudge the wise and the foolish, unworthy of being Heaven! Alas, all I can do is shed tears.
Tomorrow is "The Injustice of Dou E", but I can't listen to it either.
Ah! I feel a sense of sadness towards this desolate wilderness. The grass has already turned yellow, and rabbits are already bracing for frost. Dogs have lost their fur, men are sharpening their tasseled spears, horses are laden with luggage, carts are carrying provisions, and hunting grounds are being set up. He, he, he, sadly bid farewell to the Han lord; I, I, I, I, hand in hand, go up to Heliang. His followers enter the wilderness; I return to Xianyang in the imperial carriage. Returning to Xianyang, passing the palace walls; passing the palace walls, circling the corridors; circling the corridors, near the imperial chambers; near the imperial chambers, the moon is dim; the moon is dim, the night is cool; the night is cool, and I cry in the stinging cold; I cry in the stinging cold, by the green gauze window; the green gauze window, I don't think about you!
The next one is "Autumn in the Han Palace", which makes my eyes dry and sore.
"Zhenzhen, I'm here to say goodbye. I won't go to Northern Zhou because I don't want to cause you any trouble. I'll go to Chang'an and take away a group of Taoyao soldiers. I'll definitely be able to handle it." Chen Ming'an was dressed in flowing white and spoke in a light tone.
The gentlemanly aura he exudes is just like him, open and honest.
The main ingredients of gentleman incense are agarwood, jasmine flowers, and fresh cypress leaves. The production process is relatively simple. First, the agarwood is ground into extremely small particles. Next, dried jasmine flowers and fresh cypress leaves are stacked into a round cake, with the cypress leaves on top and the jasmine flowers on the bottom. The cake is then tightly pressed together. The agarwood particles are then pressed into the jasmine flowers, creating a thin, portable incense cake.
"If you don't go, Ali won't go either." Zhu Huaizhen sighed helplessly.
Alas, everyone has to wait for her in Chang'an.
She felt too lonely when she took Tu Mi and Qiu Niang to Chang'an.
"You only have Lou Li in your eyes." Chen Ming'an whispered, full of sadness.
He had understood this truth a long time ago, but was unwilling to face it.
Otherwise, he could go to Northern Zhou.
"Okay, Chen Mingan, make me a bowl of Taoyao tea." Zhu Huaizhen yawned repeatedly.
Take the peach blossoms on the third day of March and the white dew on the third day of September, and set out a set of tea-making utensils including a copper wind stove, willow charcoal, wrought iron fire tongs, small green bamboo clips, locust wood water cubes, and Yuezhou jade bowls, and wait for the first boil to produce small bubbles, the second boil to produce gushing springs, and the third boil to produce surging waves.
Zhu Huaizhen took a sip of Taoyao tea and his brows relaxed.
She really wanted to take Chen Ming'an with her and let him see Zhao Lian'er's tragic end. Unfortunately, she was too lazy to persuade him.
"Zhenzhen, let's listen to "Romance of the West Chamber" together." Chen Mingan thought for a moment.
When did Chen Mingan start to like "The West Chamber"?
Zhu Huaizhen was puzzled.
But listen if you want to.
The warm, mellow jade wine, white and cool like water, is likely filled with tears of longing. I fear I won't even be able to eat the food before me, my stomach filled with resentment. "Empty fame in a snail's horn, tiny profit in a fly's head," the mandarin ducks are torn apart. One on this side, the other on that, each sighing deeply.
"Not this part." Chen Mingan whispered.
The sky is blue, the ground is covered with yellow flowers, the west wind blows hard, and the northern geese fly south.
Who is drunk in the frosty forest at dawn? It is always the tears of parting.
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