The troops withdrew back to the Wuryung base dock on Jeju Island. The Royal Clipper was quietly moored on the pier.
The coastline of Jeju Island is simple, lacks twists and turns, and has towering cliffs, so there are few natural deep-water harbors. Typhoons pass through the island every summer, so it is not a suitable place for a naval base.
It's just that this place is located at the traffic chokepoint at the junction of China, Japan and South Korea. It has great strategic value. That's why it was chosen by Yang Fan.
However, the scenery here is pleasant, the climate is comfortable, and the Halla Mountain in the center of the island is beautiful. It is a holy place for tourism and recuperation. In the future, people from the Yang Fan system can come here for vacations and recuperation.
Yang Fan and his wife were standing on the balcony on the side of the central ship's side. This is another large bedroom above the waterline. From the floor-to-ceiling windows and doors, there is a balcony three meters wide and fifteen meters long.
The comfortable sea breeze was blowing. Yang Fan was wearing loose home pajamas, and his wife was wearing a translucent silk suspender nightgown.
"How has the wind from Nanshan reached Beihai? How can we forget old dreams..."
It was very comfortable to stand barefoot on the beech wood floor of the balcony and look at the scenery. Yang Fan hummed a ballad casually.
The ladies sipped red wine with ice cubes. Lin Yueru had a cool temperament and gently shook the ice cubes in the goblet, making a pleasant sound.
Listening to the beautiful and unfamiliar melody from Yang Fan's mouth, feeling the tranquility of the years, and enjoying my own little luck.
It was already past nine o'clock in the night. A bright moon in the sky cast its brilliance onto the coast. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the breeze was gentle, blowing the long hair of the young ladies.
In the night breeze, their white skirts fluttered, nestling on both sides of Yang Fan, talking to him and admiring the moon.
Last time Lin Yueru took a boat to Nagasaki, she was admiring the moon alone in the Admiral's Corridor at the stern of the ship. She longed for her master to hold her behind him, his cheek to hers, and they would admire the moon while talking to her about love.
, how wonderful it would be.
This time their dream became a reality. Yang Fan hugged them and enjoyed the romance in front of flowers and under the moon.
"Master, the moon is so beautiful today," Xiao Niangpi raised her little face and looked at Yang Fan and said, "Write a poem for me."
Yang Fan's biggest headache was that they asked him to write poems. He might as well tell them a bedtime story.
Writing poetry requires the most brain cells. To write poetry, you need to have inspiration. If you don't have inspiration, you have to hold it in, which is more uncomfortable than constipation. Besides, now that my wife has a little talented girl, she knows what to do.
If you write out any bad poems, Chen Xi will laugh to death.
The little girl asked for a poem to be written for her, and the other girls followed suit and asked for it too.
Yang Fan was very annoyed. It would be great to look at the moon. There was also red wine in the goblet to cheer up. He insisted on writing poems. But Yang Fan had no choice but to do it.
"The moon is in the middle of the sky, the night is cold, the light is clear and there are bright shadows.
The poet adds to the fun and often misses the fun, while the stranger adds to the sorrow and cannot bear to watch.
A jade mirror hangs beside the jade building, and an ice tray hangs outside the pearl curtain.
What's the use of burning silver candles on a good night, when the clear sky and bright colors shine on the screen?"
Chen Xi's eyes lit up after hearing this. She had a high level of literary literacy and the quality of this poem was very good. The little girl was even more beaming and hurriedly found a pen and paper to write it down. She also noted that on a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, the master was at a certain place.
She writes poems. The poems are as follows.
"Sir, I want it too, and others want it too." Lin Yueru immediately refused. Seeing that Tu Shanyue was so happy, showing off with a paper copying poems, she also shook Yang Fan's arm to ask for poems.
Yang Fan had no choice but to clear his throat and search for suitable poems.
"I sat under the flowers several times and played the flute, and looked into the distance against the silver-colored red wall.
It seems that these stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight sun.
After all the lingering thoughts, the remaining cocoon is pulled out, and the heartache is peeled off.
It was March or May of the year 35, but the glass of wine still lingered."
"What a poem!" Chen Xi's eyes were full of little stars. She couldn't write this kind of first-class poetry. "Sir, you are so talented. Master, did you write this when you missed our sisters in the Northwest Army? For whom?
The wind and dew make the night stand, this sentence is so beautiful. It is simply a famous saying that has been passed down through the ages."
Although Lin Yueru was not as good as Chen Xi, she was still knowledgeable. She kissed Yang Fan on the cheek excitedly. He is the best.
Yang Fan blushed a little, but luckily it was dark and he couldn't see clearly.
Chen Xi quickly hugged the master's arm and said coquettishly: "Master, do you want it too? Can you make a song for me too?"
Yang Fan has a big head, and good poems are not easy to pick up at his fingertips. Suddenly he remembered a good one, with high level and emotion, which should be able to satisfy the taste of a young talented girl.
"Immortals and Buddhas have yet to come together in the vast distance, and they only know how to sing unpeacefully alone in the night.
The wind is full of sad songs, and the mud is stained with bad luck.
Nine out of ten people are worth looking down upon, and there is only one useless scholar.
Don’t worry about the poems and turn them into prophecies; the spring birds and autumn insects make their own noises.”
Chen Xi was dumbfounded. Is this good poem just a piece of cabbage? The master opened his mouth and came. She is really talented and knowledgeable. Poems of this level can be remembered for generations, and they are no worse than Tang poetry.
The artistic conception of this poem has a profound realistic background.
The current world of the Ming Dynasty is a world in which black and white are confused, beauty and ugliness are indistinguishable, the superiors are ignorant and ignorant, the gentry are greedy and shameless, and the people are displaced. Anyone with a sense of justice and conscience cannot safely practice meditation and escape from reality.
The injustice in my heart cannot be suppressed. The air of mourning is flying in the wind, but a Zen heart only gets the name of bad luck. Nine out of ten scholars in the world are worthy of being looked at with blank eyes, and they are useless.
Scholar. It also expresses his disgust and disgust towards today’s gentry and scholars.
Moreover, the poet has a unique temperament, melancholic and beautiful feelings, and the loneliness and anger of the world. It is exactly the same as Yang Fan's attitude towards things.
I really love this master. Chen Xi’s eyes are full of admiration.
Mei Xiang was left looking at Yang Fan eagerly without saying a word. Mei Xiang was the most obedient. Yang Fan couldn't bear to refuse. Mei Xiang also wanted poems, so what should I do? This time I couldn't find anyone who was suitable for the occasion.
Then I thought that although Mei Xiang can read, she has never read a book and doesn't understand anything. Let's just fool her.
Yang Fan coughed softly, clasped his hands behind his back and began to pretend to frown in thought.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The little girl's little hand quietly placed on the soft flesh of his waist. She knew what he was planning to do as soon as she saw what the master was doing.
Fool Mei Xiang, this bad guy.
"The general marched south with courage and courage, and his waist was crossed with a flying goose feather sword.
The wind blows, the mountains and rivers move, the lightning flashes and the flags rise high at the sun and the moon.
There is a species of unicorn in the sky, but how can the ants in the cave escape?
Wait for the day when the imperial edict comes back in peace, and then I will take off my shirt with the general."
Mei Xiang felt that it was catchy and the poem was really good. She immediately became happy. But she only listened to it and could not remember it. Anyway, the master composed the poem for her.
As soon as this poem came out, Chen Xi and Lin Yueru laughed to death. The little girl's naughty little hands twisted the soft flesh of Yang Fan's waist. This bad guy even dared to use the emperor's poem to make fun of Mei Xiang.
This silly girl doesn't know anything yet, so she is giggling.
"Oh, it hurts, it hurts. Madam, let go." Yang Fan grinned and shouted.
"You scoundrel, you dare to play tricks on us, how can you compensate us?" Xiao Niangpi said reluctantly.
"Didn't it say in the poem that we should take off the shirts of the two generals?" Yang Fan said shamelessly.
"Ah! Master, how good are you?" Lin Yueru blushed with embarrassment.
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Early the next morning, Yang Fan woke up with some back pain.
I walked barefoot to the floor-to-ceiling window, opened the window screen, opened the floor-to-ceiling door, and walked to the balcony. Breathing in the fresh sea breeze, I watched a red sun in the distance have jumped out of the sea, illuminating the military port in red.
The sound of the reveille was faintly heard in the distance. A new day began in the military camp.
After breakfast, the fleet will set sail, and its destination is Vladivostok Port. Yang Fan plans to inspect the construction of his first colony.
