Da Ming · Xu Hou Zhuan by Mu Lan Zhou

In the middle of the night, King Zhu of Zhou tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, so he took advantage of the cool night to go out of the meditation room and walked around, and unconsciously came to Baogong Pagoda. Baogong Pagoda is the tomb of Baozhi, an eminent monk of the Liang Dynasty. There is a stone tablet in front of the tower, which is called Sanjue Stele. It is a portrait of Baozhi Zen Master painted by Wu Daozi, a famous painter of the Tang Dynasty, and a poem inscribed by Li Bai, a poet. It was written by Yan Zhenqing, a master of calligraphy. Poetry, calligraphy and painting are all unique in the world, so it is called Sanjue Stele. Sanjue Stele is so precious that many literati and poets come here to worship it, or simply rub the inscription and go back to paste it up to enjoy it. Last autumn, Zhu and Wang Yinnu fell in love with each other. They played together in Baogong Pagoda and rubbed the inscriptions with paper and ink. Unfortunately, things have changed in less than a year. In a trance, Zhu recalled Wang Yinnu's beautiful smile. She carefully wiped the dust off the stone tablet, smeared it with bletilla water, and pasted the white paper on the stone tablet. At that time, Zhu asked with a smile, "Your family runs a spice shop. How can you be so good at rubbing inscriptions?" Wang Yinnu was stunned. Then he asked in reply,plastic bottle making machine, "You are still a young doctor in Jianghu. How can you come here to rub the inscription?" She lied to me, I also hid my identity, this relationship is cheating from the beginning to the end, but the beauty is so unreal, unforgettable. Zhu walked to Sanjue Stele with memories, and suddenly saw a flash of clothes behind the stele. What people? Zhu asked in a harsh voice. It's me A familiar voice sounded from behind the stone tablet. Wang Yinnu was wearing a black Taoist robe, a bun and an ebony hairpin. A gust of evening breeze rolled up the wide sleeves of his robe. Wang Yinnu's eyes were reddish and his eyelashes were wet and curled,water filling machine, as if he had just cried. Old lovers were slightly stunned when they met in the old place. Coming to Sanjue Stele so late, both of them had a tacit understanding of their purpose. Old love has been broken, but people's hearts are complex and connected. Is it artificially controlled? Memories are like an invisible rope, which ties their footsteps firmly and pulls them to each other. Those places that record the good old days. It turns out that I am not a person who misses the feelings of the past, she (he) also. They looked at each other and did not speak for a long time. After Wang Yinnu became the princess of Qin, they met in various occasions such as family banquets and sacrifices, but they were surrounded by others and never met alone. Zhu first broke the silence and said, "I saw your car driving back to the mansion on the way that day. I heard that you were ill. How are you now?" Wang Yinnu came to Sanjue Stele to mourn the lost love. How beautiful it was in the past, how painful it is now. Seeing Zhu also stepping on the moon in the middle of the night, she had mixed feelings in her heart. Knowing that her uncle and sister-in-law met in private, she was still reluctant to look away. But hearing Zhu talking about the return of the carriage that day, Wang Yinnu instantly recalled the humiliating scene in the carriage, her body trembled, her hands were cold under the sleeves of her robe, liquid bottle filling machine ,juice filling machine, and she suddenly woke up. No way! The coldness of political marriage and the nastiness of the king/mansion of Qin should have been borne by me alone. The king of Zhou is innocent. Don't involve him again! Wang Yinnu staggered back again and again until he hit the cold and hard Sanjue Stele. "King of Zhou, the night is deep and the fog is heavy. Go back to rest early and leave." Wang Yinnu left quickly, and his broad Taoist robe belt floated like a fairy in the wind and disappeared into the night. Zhu's heart has been beating wildly, reminding him that it was not an illusion when his eyes met just now. After rubbing the inscription that day, Wang Yinnu put the brush, ink and other things into the basket. It's heavy. I'll carry it for you. Zhu stretched out his right hand and carried the handle of the bamboo basket. Well, then you carry it. Wang Yinnu let go and picked a wild chrysanthemum by the roadside and sniffed it. Zhu carried the warm handle that had just been covered by Wang Yinnu's palm and said in a low voice, "I'm carrying it alone. Let's go together." Wang Yinnu blushed and hesitated for a moment, but reached over and held the handle. "A doctor is still so delicate," she said. Zhu smiled without a word, his right hand moved to Wang Yinnu's side, their thumbs close together, each hoping that the winding mountain path would never be finished. Chapter Table of Contents 116. A secret alliance In Jiming Temple, Zhu Shouqian, dressed in filial piety, silently looked at two semi-old memorial tablets, namely his father Zhu Wenzheng and his mother Daxie. No pop-up window, I like this kind of website best, I must give a good review. Zhu Shouqian's grandfather Zhu Wende was the elder brother of Zhu yuanzhang, who posthumously conferred the title of King of Nanchang. His son Zhu Wenzheng was supposed to inherit the title, but Zhu Wenzheng broke out a case of rebellion and was imprisoned in Tongcheng. His wife, Daxie, also died with her husband. Under the strong dissuasion of Empress Ma, Zhu yuanzhang did not kill his rebellious nephew, but only took away his official position and title. After his death, he was buried in Tongcheng as a commoner. Even the ancestral graves of the Zhu family in Fengyang did not have the place of Zhu Wenzheng and his wife. When Zhu Shouqian grew up, in the name of filial piety, he proposed to move his parents' coffins from Tongcheng to the Imperial Mausoleum of Jiming Mountain in Jinling, but Zhu yuanzhang refused. Zhu Shouqian had no choice but to set up two memorial tablets in Jiming Temple to offer incense and express his grief. Zhu Wenzheng and his wife had only one son, Zhu Shouqian, who loved him very much. When he was a child, he was more spoiled than Xu Miaoyi. He was really a lawless bully, causing trouble everywhere. Unfortunately, his carefree childhood came to an end when he was eight years old. "My father, mother and son have gone to my grandfather's home in Shaoxing. The former General's Mansion has become an abandoned ghost house. There are rotten houses and weeds everywhere. It is very desolate.". There was a nest of foxes living in the ancestral temple of the Xie family. I heard that the foxes were spiritual things. I didn't drive them away. I kept the foxes in the Xie family. At least there was a trace of vitality. Zhu Shouqian murmured, "The five-hundred-year-old locust tree is still there. When I was a child, I climbed the tree mischievously and dug out a bird's nest. I pulled out a snake from it, which scared my cousin to cry.". When my grandfather saw it, he hugged the two of us and left, coaxing my cousin not to cry with butter, and not to publicize it, so as not to be beaten by you. Remembering the past, Zhu Shouqian's handsome face flashed an innocent smile. "Cousin is young, but she is very trustworthy. She really didn't say it.". Every time I want to eat butter bubble snails, I will take this matter to threaten me,juice filling machine, ha ha, at that time she showed her scheming and ability, the child is ashamed of himself. 。 gzxilinear.com