Chapter 6 Wen Jun has two intentions and decided to break up with each other

His father forgave them, and gave them the family and servants. The good days came suddenly, and so did his ambition and luck.After Emperor Jing of the Han Dynasty, Emperor Wu ascended the throne.He is the new style of life, famous for his great success.Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty admired Sima Xiangru's "Zixu Fu" written by Liang Wang in his early years, so Sima Xiangru came to the capital again to present "Shanglin Fu". "Shanglin Fu" praises the grand scene of the emperor's hunting. The majestic mountains and rivers, the beautiful flowers and plants, the magnificent carriages and horses, and the magnificent retinue are all written between the lines.This fu is famous for its magnificent momentum and gorgeous writing. It is a leader in Han fu. Sima Xiangru's style of writing has a profound influence on later generations.

The overjoyed emperor immediately worshiped Xiangru as a Lang Guan when he saw it.Xiangru lived up to expectations, and quickly completed the two political tasks entrusted by the emperor beautifully, and was in the limelight for a while. Wenjun also heard the news in her hometown, and she felt very happy and satisfied.If picking a man is a big gamble, she has won from the beginning to the present. Thinking of the scene when he returned home in full glory, she smiled, without any bitterness. The flickering of life, the man who was full of spirits and pointed out the country, has now become an old man who is lingering on the sick bed.If you think of the emptiness and shortness of life, there is no need to care about many things.

Wen Jun, it's my fault, he murmured, as if he was the same as when he confessed his mistake to her back then. Minister.She takes his hand.Don't say such things, the matter is over, my bald head, didn't I call you back?In this life, Wenjun has never regretted being with you. Yes... He nodded with difficulty and looked into her eyes.It is quiet and gentle inside, and it is the harbor he has loved all his life, but there are also times of turbulence. They had fallen out.His wife is such a passionate but strong woman, she cannot allow him to have second thoughts. Men all over the world are unlucky, and the matter fell in front of Zhuo Wenjun, it was just so and so, not shocking.The joys and sorrows in the world are sometimes no different from meeting an ordinary person in an ordinary alley.He became famous and naturally had a wide range of acquaintances. Sleeping flowers and sleeping willows gradually became an ordinary scenery in ordinary days, while she, the only scenery in her eyes, gradually faded into the background.

She can't forget the family letter he once handed her. There are only thirteen numbers: "one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, one, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten million", except for "billion".The king's heart is indifferent, and he has no memory. He wants to take a concubine. We can share adversity but not wealth.She smiled coldly, not even having time to grieve, and wrote back to him immediately. After a farewell, the two places love each other, only said it was March and April, but who knows five or six years, the lyre was inadvertently played, the eight-line script was unintelligible, the nine-linked ring was broken from it, and the ten-mile long pavilion was eager to see through. Hundreds of thoughts, thousands of thoughts, all helpless. You complain.

Thousands of words and thousands of words can't finish it. I'm bored and rely on ten fences. I go up to see lonely geese in Chongjiu. In August, the moon is round and people are not round. In the middle of July, I burn incense and hold candles to ask the sky. In June, everyone shakes fans in the dog days. I feel chilling.In May, the pomegranates are like fire, and when cold rains water the flowers, in April, the loquats are not yet yellow, and I want to be distracted by the mirror.Suddenly, the peach blossoms in March turn with the water.Flying around, the kite line is broken in February, hey!Lang, Lang, I wish that in the next life, you will be a woman and I will be a man...

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hey (billion).The beginning and end of the family letter she wrote are linked together and become a linked love poem.If you want to play word games, I, Zhuo Wenjun, are really inferior to you, Sima Xiangru!I just want to "噫".However, hey, it's not that memory! Use your heart for my heart, and you will remember each other deeply; if you don't miss me, then why should I miss you.She wrote poems again, which were clearer and clearer than Ai Ai's - white as snow in the sky, as bright as the moon among the clouds.

I heard that you have two ideas, so you come to make a decision. Today's drinking party, tomorrow's ditch head water. On the Die Yugou, the river flows from east to west. Desolate and desolate, you don't need to cry when you marry. Wish to win the heart of one person, never leave each other. Why is the bamboo pole curling up, why is the fish tail swaying, and the man is full of spirit, why use money and knives for it? Attached book: "Spring blossoms compete for fragrance, five colors are lingering, the qin is still in the imperial court, and the new sound is the old one! There are mandarin ducks in Jinshui, and water in Han Palace. They are new, and they are the people of the world. I don’t understand!” She was still angry, and then wrote two more lines: “Zhu Xian is broken, the mirror is missing, the morning dew is shining, the fragrance is resting, the white head is singing, the hurt is parting, try to add food and don’t miss the concubine, Jinshui Tangtang, Let's say goodbye to you!"

Wen Jun's "Baitou Yin", a light and bright folk song, shines like a dagger between her and Sima Xiangru.She accused him of betrayal and empathy, and pierced his hypocritical and embarrassing mask—"Zhu Xianduan, Mingjing Que, Zhao Luxi, Fang Shixiu." She used four parallels to chase the friendship between each other that was about to be severed. She doesn't cry; even when she criticizes, she has a clear mind; and she also said "try hard to have extra meals and don't miss my concubine", which not only expresses her attitude, but also leaves room for maneuver for each other.She knew that she still loved him, but she didn't want to lose him, so she never forgot to express her affection.This is the smart way of smart women.

I still love you from the bottom of my heart, and I hope you can still live comfortably after you leave me, and don't have the meaning of nostalgia.It's just that "Wen Jun has two opinions, so he came to break up with each other", if you want to break up, I will never get entangled.It is not impossible to cut off the thread of love, and it is even possible to marry a man and a woman and have nothing to do with each other. She is not a woman who just endures and only knows how to cry.The desire to grow old with someone is simple and simple, and it is not an excessive luxury.So if you can't do it, please leave.

The decisive beauty that is rare in women bursts out from her body without any scruples.This kind of beauty is rare in the world.After her, a woman's determination has become a kind of heroism. Jinshui Tangtang, and the king's long fare! It's a last-ditch effort, and if he doesn't turn back, she'll let go. He's back, he'll grow old forever, and he can't leave him anymore. Wenjun.He used his last voice to call him, as soft and quiet as the slight touch of spring breeze and spring grass when entering her heart. That year, spring grass was reborn. Minister.She saw him close his eyes and knew he would never come back again.

Yes, see through life and death from your body, and gain the peace of rebirth because of your death, but, I confirm, I cannot be separated from you. Sir, please wait for me.