At the beginning, there were some elements of pretentiousness, but gradually, Yang Fan also integrated into the lyrics realm.

Thinking of relatives and friends who are more than a thousand years apart, I can’t help but worry coming from my heart.

Yes, I have been in the Tang Dynasty for more than half a year before I knew it. I wonder if they are safe?

As the saying goes, I miss my family more during the holidays, let alone the Mid-Autumn Festival when family reunites.

I came to the Tang Dynasty alone, from the beginning of being at a loss to the point where I am gradually calm now. It seems careless, but who can know the sorrow in my heart?

My longing for relatives and friends will not decrease in the slightest because of the comfort and wealth of life, but will grow stronger and stronger day by day.

All the scholars come here. Although literati always despise each other, how can they not understand the deep longing in this poem?

Generally speaking, no matter what poems are written, there will always be criticisms from other literati. Yang Fan recited Su Shi's poem "Song of Water Melody. When will the bright moon come to you?", but it deeply touched everyone's hearts.

Those who are far away from home cannot help but feel sad longing, while those who are close to home want to go back and spend the autumn evening with their family immediately.

Some people even secretly wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes with their sleeves, leaving only traces of red eyes.

Li Ke also looked sad at this time. He thought about his about to go to Anzhou after Qiuxi, and he didn't know when he would see his mother again.

Xibei's eyes were red, and his knife-cut shoulders were slightly swayed because of soft sobs. His beautiful eyes looked at Yang Fan silently, making him look charming and pity.

Kong Yingda looked excited and kept holding the undried words in his hand and muttering something. Even Xu Jingzong, who had just lost face, fell into deep memories.

At this time, Wu Meiniang's eyes were filled with affection and she couldn't help but stand up, her pretty face was blushed and gently leaned against Yang Fan's shoulder.

A pair of small hands held Yang Fan's arm tightly, as if afraid that he would fly away like a legendary immortal.

The murmuring sounds, the soft black choking sounds, and even many people wandered around with a look of soul-departing. The scene was a little strange for a moment.

It was Yang Fan who came to his senses first. Looking at everyone's crazy attitude, he finally felt the charm of ancient poems to the ancients.

As a product that embodies the spiritual world of ancient literati, I didn’t understand why these poems were passed down for thousands of years and never faded. Now I have a profound understanding.

But what he admired even more was that Su Shi was indeed extraordinary. No wonder the saying that when "Shuitu Songtou" was released, the rest of the Mid-Autumn Festival poems were all bowed down and surrendered.

Without disturbing everyone's interest, he quietly took Wu Meiniang and Xiao Douding to go downstairs.

"What is this word?"

Just as he was about to walk out of the Moon Tower, Kong Yingda's trembling voice came from behind him.

""Water tune song head. When will the bright moon come?"

After saying that, Yang Fan turned his head and left gracefully, leaving only a graceful figure for everyone.

Until his back disappeared into his eyes, Kong Yingda then withdrew his gaze and murmured to himself: "The world is full of talent, and the Zhongyi Bo is the only one who owns the eight dou. This son is a genius of the world, and his future is limitless."

Although everyone heard Kong Yingda's praise, no one refuted it.

...

Beautiful poems are as fascinating as medicine. This is why the ancients said that even women like Wu Meiniang were no exception.

When he returned to Chang'an City, Wu Meiniang still looked at Yang Fan with a confused look, her eyes were as tender as water.

After handing over Xiaodouding to Wu Shun, Yang Fan helped Wu Meiniang, who was soft and boneless, return to the master bedroom of the backyard.

Looking at Wu Meiniang's beautiful eyes, she was obviously moved. She wrapped her arms around Yang Fan's neck, put her fragrant lips to Yang Fan's ear, and murmured, "Mr. Lang, let's get married."

Feeling Wu Meiniang's smooth and soft body, Yang Fan was a little surprised.

Although everything else has been done except the last step, Wu Meiniang has never acted like this during the day.

In the past, even more intimate actions were only dared to turn off the lights.

This poem really has such great charm?

Thinking of this, Yang Fan couldn't help but tease, "It's daytime now, Mei Niang has to think about it. Although the Langjun is extremely charming, you can't be so **, right?"

Wu Meiniang covered her pretty face with her hands and felt a little shy, then said coquettishly: "Mr.... No matter whether it is day or night, do you want it? No more..." Looking at her cute look with her cherry lips.

Nimmy, who can still bear it if he is a man? No matter whether he is a beast or a beast, what is your name?

If such a situation does not revive the husband's principles, how can the prestige of the head of the family be reflected in the future?

Her Majesty Wu Zetian is indeed a different woman. She is worthy of being an emperor holding the sun and the moon. She is just straightforward, generous, domineering, and not dragging her back at all.

The arrow is on the string, so there are so many things to worry about!

Because it was daytime, the sun shone through the glass windows in the house, and the hair was revealed. Wu Meiniang, who was still very domineering just now, closed her eyes tightly, and her long hair was trembling slightly.

The breeze rustled, and with the sound of birds singing, the beautiful string sounded in the backyard, and the singing was sometimes high and sometimes low.

...

Wu Shun, who was coaxing Xiaodouding to have lunch break in the side room of the backyard, heard the song and quickly closed the door.

However, the singing seemed to be extremely penetrating, and the wooden door could not stop such a rhythm at all. Wu Shun's hand holding Xiao Douding couldn't help but tighten.

After putting Xiaodou Ding on the couch and covering it with a thin quilt, my body suddenly felt like I had been drained, and my heart was almost jumping out.

How dare they dare in broad daylight? Don’t whisper!

However, he couldn't help but move to the clear position of the singing, and his ears also stood up.

*******

The lights are just coming up, and Yang Fan and Wu Meiniang are whispering to each other in the master bedroom in the backyard.

Under the maid's clothes, Wu Meiniang struggled to get up and put on her clothes.

There is no way, today is Qiu Xi, as the hostess in the mansion, you have to show your face.

What's more, Yang and the others were still in the mansion. Just thinking about the absurdity that Wu Meiniang couldn't help but feel hot when she was thinking about the absurdity that happened all afternoon.

When she ordered Xing'er to serve Wu Meiniang, Xing'er shamelessly complained that Yang Fan was too cruel and made Wu Meiniang shyly.

Yang Fan, who was standing beside him, was also embarrassed, so he could only glar at the lawless little maid.

Wu Meiniang, who was sore and weak, waved to Xing'er, pinched her face, and chuckled, "Little girl, if you dare to say bad things about me again, hum... I won't deal with you..."

Xing'er was not afraid at all, and even plucked up the courage to ask, "Is this true to my wife?", and naturally changed her name, her little face full of desire and shyness.

This surprised Yang Fan. Do all the little girls nowadays understand so?

After holding back his eyes on the bean sprouts that had just revealed their sharp corners, Yang Fan held back his mouth, it was still early!

Wu Meiniang saw Yang Fan’s cripple appearance and giggled and said, “Oh, Xing'er actually made a fuss. Please take it away quickly…”
Chapter completed!