Ye Tai had a handsome figure, holding a pot of wine in his hand, looking thoughtfully at the four or five majestic birds circling the imperial city under the burning clouds.
"That's a strange bird from the Northern Plains. It's twice the size of an ordinary bird of prey, with a maximum wingspan of more than two feet. It was raised by the Xixia royal family and used to deliver messages. What, are you interested?"
From behind, Li Qiushui's voice came.
Mrs. Ye didn't even look back, she just looked at the setting sun with emotion and said: "The fairy is so light-gong, I can't notice it every time I come here."
Li Qiushui sat down and chuckled, "I saw your ears moved."
Ye Taihaha said: "Fairy, why bother to expose me?"
Li Qiushui took the jug from his hand and did not shy away from it. He covered his face and drank a few sips, saying: "Although this wine is delicious, after drinking your Jian Nanchun, it will be no different from water."
Ye Tai licked his lips and said: "If you eat too much delicacies from the mountains and seas, eating some autumn seabass and spring bamboo shoots will give you a different taste. If you drink too much strong liquor, try some refreshing fruit wine, which will also give you a different artistic conception."
Li Qiu Shui was noncommittal and said, "I have heard your songs spread far and wide across the capital in the past few days and nights. Why did you sing them this time?"
Mrs. Ye chuckled and said, "I won't sing this time. Watching the sunset makes me sigh, but if the fairy wants to hear it, I can compose a song."
I will tell you that the battery is low. Isn’t it worthwhile to use the remaining battery to show off?
It seems that I will bring a solar power bank next time.
Li Qiushui said calmly: "You compose the lyrics and I will listen."
Ye Tai looked at the last ray of sunset and disappeared into the horizon. She sighed sadly and said "out of emotion":
"The rolling waters of the Yangtze River pass eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure are all gone. The green mountains are still there, and the sunsets are red several times.
The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the riverbank is used to watching the winter moon and the spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine rejoices in peace. Many things in ancient and modern times are all talked about with laughter."
This is "Linjiang Immortal. The Rolling Yangtze River Passes East" by Yang Shen in the Ming Dynasty. We are still in the Song Dynasty. I sang it in advance and adapted a few words to suit the occasion. Naturally, it is my own.
Li Qiushui also fell into silence for a while after listening to the entire poem. He looked at Mrs. Ye's side face with an incomprehensible look.
This young talent suddenly appeared in his eyes, as if he knew what he was thinking.
Whether it's the songs or the poems, they all seem to be talking about my past.
Yes, the waves have swept away all the heroes, and success or failure has turned into nothing. What have I gained in this life?
The junior brother I admired didn't get it, and he also lost his proud appearance.
The green mountains are still there, the sunset is red several times, and the beautiful scenery of the rivers and lakes is still there, but everything is too late, just like the sunset, the light is no longer there.
Although my hair is not gray yet, I have long been tired of those disputes. There are many things in ancient and modern times that have a pot of wine in front of me, but they are all laughed and talked about.
Li Qiushui also felt a little emotional in his heart, and said: "It's a very good poem. Your talent can be said to span ancient and modern times. What is the name of this poem?"
Mrs. Ye looked at Li Qiu Shui, as if to see through her majestic face under the beautiful silhouette of the veil, and said: "Linjiang Immortal. I have a feeling for drinking with the Immortal."
Li Qiu Shui was slightly absent-minded for a moment, and finally said in a cold voice: "What a romantic and first-rate Mrs. Ye, you already regard Princess Yinchuan as a family member, and you still flatter me, how can you...
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"Why not!"
Ye Tai interrupted Li Qiushui's words, looked at the sky that turned from bright to dark, and said: "Whether Princess Yinchuan is worth it or not, I have offered the entire Jianghu as a betrothal gift, is still unknown, but while drinking and chatting with the fairy,
With your talents and your spirit, I feel that you must be worthy of my share of the betrothal gift."
Li Qiushui remained silent.
To be honest, whether it is the song "Linjiang Immortal. Drinking with Immortals" that directly praises herself as a fairy, or it is such a true statement that with a river and lake as a betrothal gift, only the side of me can accept it.
She doesn't feel disgusted at all!
Because of Mrs. Ye’s talent, talent, courage, martial arts, appearance...
No matter what it is, it is something Li QiuShui has never seen before in her life!
He is even several times more outstanding than his junior brother Wu Yazi, whom he once loved, when he was the same age!
Those who had sex with him, the Emperor of Xixia, Ding Chunqiu... were even worse.
Why should I dislike the unsolicited flattery of such an outstanding person?
Not to mention that he also allowed himself to find the opportunity to regain his beautiful appearance in the past.
While she remained silent, looking at the sky, Mrs. Ye, who looked indifferent, groaned infinitely in her heart.
Damn it, I'm trying to escape from this world and use all living forces. It's not just debauchery. Well, it's definitely not the case.
Li Qiu Shui looked at Ye Tai's handsome profile and said for a long time, "Then if I ask you to give up running for Xixia Prince Consort, will you be willing?"
Mrs. Ye was still looking at the sky in a daze, and said softly: "No, no, no."
Li Qiushui remained silent again, his eyes subtle and difficult to understand.
Then, Li Qiu Shui looked back and said with a smile: "It is impossible for you and me to give up on the innocent Princess Yinchuan. No one is worthy of her except you."
I hesitated several times.
Li Qiu Shui still felt that this was his granddaughter's candidate for a prince-in-law, and he was just thinking about it. What a big deal!
And she also wanted Li Qinglu to find a good home. After all, no matter how cruel she is, she would never regard her own flesh and blood as nothing.
That's why she held this marriage recruitment meeting to impose her good intentions on Li Qinglu, hoping to find a true young man, a noble hero, for her.
But now it seems that what kind of hero must be to be able to surpass the man in front of him.
At his age, it is a miracle that he has such talent.
Mrs. Ye was noncommittal and said: "Then I will go meet those heroes in the world. They won't look bad if they lose to me."
Li Qiushui's mood was a little complicated at the moment. He took a sip of wine and said, "I heard that the palace chef has some side dishes dedicated to the emperor. Go and get them for me."
Ye Tai chuckled, "Fairy, wait a minute."
After saying this, he drifted away, like a fairy in white clothes banished to the dust.
Li Qiushui looked at his retreating back, wondering what he was thinking, and drank a few swigs of wine again.
Silent.
In the imperial kitchen of Xixia, a cook guarding the door lay tremblingly on a chair, closing his eyes tightly and snoring.
When he heard another movement in the kitchen, he snored louder, as if to tell others that he had fallen asleep.
I dare not wake up!
The Empress Dowager has sent word that even if the imperial kitchen is on fire, don't spread it around. If you see someone you shouldn't see, your head will be chopped off!
But these few dishes were cooked at the Queen Mother's command. I hope those rats won't rob them all...
I don’t know what the Empress Dowager was thinking.
Don't dare to speculate, don't dare to speculate...
"Hey, do you have any wine?"
Be bold!
This kind of thief, not only broke into the palace, but also dared to ask himself where he kept the wine!
The cook cursed in his heart, but he didn't dare to open his eyes at all. His arms pointed in one direction as if he were sleepwalking.
Mrs. Ye went to take a look, and sure enough, the drinks were placed here.
He packed up the food and wine, thanked the man, and slipped out of the palace.
The snoring in the imperial kitchen did not dare to stop, as if it was going to reach the Queen Mother's residence, telling her that the servant did not open his eyes, saw nothing, heard nothing, and was sleeping all the time!