Cold-blooded and proud concubine: the pure-hearted emperor chases the evil wife

Chapter 350 Peach Blossom Old Man 3
"Then it's still the same as before. In the time of a stick of incense, write a poem with neat handwriting and peach blossoms." The peach blossom old man looked around with a pair of charming red phoenix eyes, and lay down on the reclining chair, drinking tea.

Seeing that old man Peach Blossom did not recognize Wang Shuying, Wang Shuying squeezed the silk handkerchief tightly with her hands, staring at old man Peach Blossom with sad eyes.

And the old man Taohua also felt a very strong gaze looking at him, met those eyes, saw the surprise in her eyes, which slowly turned into resentment.

And his eyes were stained with doubt from the beginning to the end, he could feel that the person knew him, but judging by her attire, she was a married woman, he couldn't remember when he met such a woman from a small family.Or there is a misunderstanding between them.

Wang Shuying kept staring at him, even Nangong Mingyu and Aunt Liu who were next to her noticed that something was wrong with her, Nangong Mingyu followed her line of sight to see the old man Peach Blossom?Do they know each other?Is there any evil fate?
And Lin Yuan wrote the plagiarized "Peach Blossom Temple" on the paper. In Taohuawu, Peach Blossom Temple, Peach Blossom Immortals live in Peach Blossom Temple;Drunken awake only sits in front of flowers, drunk still comes to sleep under flowers; half awake and half drunk day after day, flowers fall and bloom year after year; I hope that when I die old, I will not bow before the chariots and horses: the dust and horses are rich Those who are interested, the wine calendula branches are poor.If you compare the rich and the poor to the poor, one is on the flat ground and the other is on the sky; if you compare the poor and the humble to a chariot and horse, it has to drive and I have leisure.Others laugh at me for being too crazy, but I laugh at others for not being able to see through; I don't see the tombs of martial arts heroes, and there are no flowers and no wine to hoe the fields.Put down the brush after writing.

Look at the old man Peach Blossom.

The old man Taohua already knew about Lin Yuan, so he stopped the brush in his hand before he had time to burn a stick of incense.

He beckoned his servants to bring over the poem written by Lin Yuan.

He squinted and was startled. After reading it carefully, it became more and more in line with his current life and situation.

And some other people also saw surprises appearing on the face of the old man who has never changed for thousands of years. This can only explain one reason, the poems written by that person are very good, very good.

The person next to him asked, "Old Peach Blossom, can you read the poem in your hand so that we can listen to it too." This member is also a person with a clear heart.

The old man Peach Blossom frowned slightly, but still stood up, "Okay, the time for a stick of incense has come, all talented scholars, stop the pens in your hands, and listen to this old man, reading this unparalleled and beautiful poem. "

The crowded scene suddenly became quiet, and everyone calmed down and listened to the masterpiece.

"In the Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, the Peach Blossom Fairy lives in the Peach Blossom Temple; the Peach Blossom Fairy grows peach blossoms and picks peach blossoms in exchange for wine money. When drunk, he only sits in front of the flowers, and when he is drunk, he comes to sleep with the flowers; half awake and half drunk day after day, the flowers fall. Year after year; I hope that I will die of old age in the flower wine room, and I don’t want to bow before the chariots and horses. Poverty is like a chariot and a horse, it has to drive and I have leisure. Others laugh at me for being crazy, but I laugh at others for not being able to see through; I don’t see the tombs of martial arts heroes, and I have no flowers and no wine to hoe the fields.”

While reading and recollecting, the meaning and plot of each sentence and each word.

Those who listened seemed to be brought into the blooming peach blossoms by this poem, and saw the lazy person.

Some people are even more exaggerated and mesmerized.

(End of this chapter)