The story of Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun in the period of Emperor Jing of Han Dynasty can be said to be well known to all women and children.

Feng Feng returned to his hometown and traveled around the world looking for his emperor.

I didn't know what to do when I didn't meet Xi. Why don't I go to Sishang today?

There are beautiful women in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisoning my intestines.

Why do you want to be a mandarin duck? We can fly together!

Emperor Xi Xi lives with me. He must be a princess forever.

Who knows in the middle of the night?

My wings fly high and my thoughts make me sad.

The singing in the class is clear, and the melodious music is beating Wen Jun's heart warmly. Deliberately gentle and elegant, one by one, every turn around, Wen Jun's heart will be mentioned, like catkins flying into the air in the spring breeze, refusing to fall for a long time.

Wen Jun rubbed his slightly hot cheeks. How long has it been since I was so worried about a man and so upset? Wen Jun has become a new widow since her unemployed husband died of a sudden illness. Graceful figure and good looks, even if she is known as the first beauty, even if her father Sun is rich, she can't escape the fate of depression for half her life. In that superstitious era, who would want to marry a widow Foucault!

Wen Jun is single-minded and keeps his heart shut tightly. Every day, he plays drums and plays the piano and writes poems, and the days go by like water. On this day, guests will be entertained at home, and Sima Xiangru, a great genius, will also attend the banquet. Wen Jun is curious. Before that, most of the contacts at home were dignitaries and dandies. Every banquet must be mixed with mistletoe and messy cups and plates. When did my father learn to be arty and invite these poets? It is said that Sima Xiangru is the only one in the world.

There is an undercurrent in Wen Jun's heart. Anyway, he must see Sima Xiangru today.

When the banquet started, the hall gradually became noisy. Wen Jun gently strolled to the front of the screen and peeped out through the gap. I met a pair of warm eyes right against my face, and those crystal eyes made Wen Jun feel heartbroken for an instant. Wen Jun busy lowered his eyebrows, broke away, retreated to the curtain, put his hands on his chest, and gasped slightly.

The owner of the eyes, with brilliant literary talent, can't hide his peerless elegance even though he is wearing a shabby gown. He must be Sima Xiangru!

In a trance, Wen Jun wondered whether it was love at first sight as the world often said! Why haven't you found it in other men for so many years? Is lonely for too long, or look around too long, or wait too long, that seemingly calm heart, afraid of early spring tide, fell in love with Sima Xiangru at first sight, has been a line of love.

The whole class was suddenly quiet, and a male voice sang along with the piano. The piano sound is long and passionate, like a drizzle, gentle and sweet. It floats into Wen Jun's ear through the curtain and into Wen Jun's heart. It's him! This man's name is Sima Xiangru, and his voice suddenly gripped Wenjun's soul.

The red outside the window is getting more and more western. Wen Jun sat down, stood up, sat down and stood up again. ...

The party suddenly broke up, and Sima Xiangru got up and changed. Wen Jun hurried to the garden and coughed gently. Sima Xiangru stomped back and saw Wen Jun standing there, his fingers hinged. Sima Xiangru has traveled for many years. When has he ever seen such a daughter gesture? Looking back at the dinner scene, he knew that Wen Jun must have grasped the implication. A pair of eyes, involuntarily rippling away to Wenjun.

Sima Xiangru went up to him and bowed slightly. "Young lady, there are a lot of rude behavior when you eat just now. Just like apologizing here. "

Wen Jun didn't answer, looked at the willow beside him with a pair of affectionate eyes, sighed lightly, left an ordinary piece of paper and turned away. Sima Xiangru stared at the beautiful image of a beautiful woman for a long time, and then picked up the ordinary paper, with a faint fragrance remaining on it, and the ink was still not dry. These four lines of fine print are very beautiful:

Yellow is in Chaoyang,

Treat the phoenix with dignity.

Outside the mountain pavilion tonight,

Don't teach mandarin ducks to think.

At midnight, the cool breeze blows slightly and fireflies dance lightly. In the mountain pavilion, Sima Xiangru eagerly looked forward to it, but it was unbearable. From that day on, I felt that I would miss Wen Jun every time. When I got home, I took a shower, changed my clothes, put on the robe that I wore when I met the saint in the palace exam, and hurried to the mountain pavilion for an appointment.

Crushed footsteps came from the mountain road, and a graceful shadow came and came, gradually approaching the pavilion. Xiang Ru knew it was Wen Jun, so he couldn't wait. He let out a kiss, put his arms around the woman and kissed her. Wen Jun couldn't answer back, so she had to obey him, her lips parted slightly, and she passed each other like the tip of the tongue.

Like push your luck, push your luck, hands wandering on Wen Jun, to the chest, tentacles soft, phase is more and more uncontrollable. I reached in and somehow unbuttoned my clothes.

Wen Jun suddenly felt a chill, looked down and found that the skirt had been pulled to her waist. I suddenly woke up, grabbed Xiangru desperately and begged: "Xiangru, I have made up my mind to follow you. Why bother at this time?"

Xiang Ru stopped, adjusted his clothes, bowed down and said, "Wen Jun, Xiang Ru never dares to be rude and offensive because of a momentary desire!"

Is sighing, "Wen's funeral has not been completed, and dad has always been too poor to love the rich, and will never agree with me to remarry to you." I've packed my soft clothes. I'll go with you. From then on, I will never fail you! "

Cry silently and hold Wen Jun in your arms. There is a man in the world who can marry such a wife. Why bother? ...

After March, a new restaurant opened in the county market, and the plaque read "yellow" in three Chinese characters. Sitting on the counter of the hotel is a stunning beauty, Zhuo Wenjun, the daughter of Zhuo Wangsun, the first wealthy businessman of Lin Qiong. As a wine seller, Wen Jun casually looked at himself and occasionally called his companion in the hall "xianggong". Look at that man carefully, it is Sima Xiangru, a great genius in today's world, handing tea and water, selling wine in pots and greeting guests.

It turned out that Wen Jun returned to his hometown in Chengdu that night. The husband and wife write poems to rhyme every day, and their days are happy. But like my family, I have been supporting for more than two months and have been unable to make ends meet. In short, the couple decided to go back to Lin Qiong to open a wine shop. So there was the Feng Qiuhuang Tavern.

To Wen Jun's surprise, the business of Fengqiuhuang Hotel was unexpectedly good. There are a lot of vehicles and tourists every day. It turns out that people all over the county have heard their stories, and they are all driven by curiosity, scrambling to have a look.

On this day, the store was packed with people. It turned out that the county magistrate Wang Ji brought a group of good friends to visit Xiangru. Like putting a green piano in the shop, suddenly the melody of "Phoenix Begging for Phoenix" sounded, and all the guests were quiet. There was a long vibrato at the end of the song, which attracted a lot of applause.

Since then, Feng Qiuhuang's reputation for pubs and xiangru has spread far and wide, and gradually spread to Beijing. Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty also appreciated similar stories and words. When the imperial edict was sent to Lin Qiong, Xiang Ru immediately entered the palace. At that time, the whole county of Lin Qiong was a much-told story. On the day of departure, people all over the county went to the post office to see them off.

Only Wen Jun didn't go.

Wen Jun returned home, packing for Xiangru again and again, smoothing the wrinkles on Xiangru's clothes. Xiangru held Wen Jun in her arms and whispered in her ear, "Madam, if you go like this, it will take as little as one month and as long as six months, so don't worry. Lu stayed and played a song when he missed me, so I felt that I was in front of her. "

Wen Jun leaned against the door frame and waved feebly. Xianggong, it's time to go! "But my eyes are full of attachment.

With the release of Wen Jun, turn around and leave. One step, three turns, and finally left Wen Jun's sight.

Who knows, more than a year.

Wen Jun returned to the time when he was alone. Every day, one learns to tune the strings and play the piano. Although I feel at ease, I have lost my peace of mind. Miss Xiang Ru, winter goes and spring comes, and it gets worse every day.

Every full moon night, Wen Jun lies in bed and sleeps, thinking about his warm chest, and his heart and body are gradually nourished.

After Xiangru left, Fengqiuhuang pub closed. Zhuo Wangsun has sent someone to write a letter to Wen Jun, full of remorse, and sent a hundred child servants and millions of gifts. Wen Jun accepted with a smile. What is more unforgettable than flesh and blood in this world? My father is also old, enjoying the happiness of family, and the days are getting less and less.

News came from Beijing from time to time.

Presented "Upper Fu Lin" to Rujin. Xiang Rujin presented "Adult Fu". Xiang Ru is worshipped as a Langguan. Present "Beauty Fu" to Rujin. Presented the Ode to Qin Ershi to Rujin. Xiang Ru was appointed as a corps commander, and he will go to the southwest frontier on a festival.

Go home like a robe.

Nothing excites Wen Jun more than this. After waiting for more than a year and staying alone for more than a year, the endless loneliness should disappear with this autumn wind.

Just like the day I returned to Lin Qiong, it was drizzling and breezy, just like the rippling mood in Wen Jun. Wen Jun got up early to freshen up, dressed in tea in Tsing Yi, and applied a little black powder, which was enchanting and charming. Passers-by stopped to watch. Wen Jun waited in front of the door all day, until the city was brightly lit, and then he received a note from the servant: Qin Lou is hosting a big banquet tonight, madam, please rest early.

Qin Honglou! The largest brothel in Lin Qiong receives the most beautiful girls in the city. However, no matter how beautiful a girl is, how can she win my Wen Jun? For example, when did you learn to go in and out of these romantic places? Have you forgotten the oath of eternal love, Qi Mei's case and respect for each other?

Wen Jun stayed up all night, tears wet his pillow. At noon the next day, Xiang Rucai arrived late and looked slightly drunk. As soon as he stepped into the house, he put his arm around Wen Jun. "Madam, long time no see, I miss you so much ..."

Wen Jun gently pushed away xiangru. Don't look away. Xianggong, wash yourself and rest first. You have a hangover. Don't be tired. "

After a few days in Lin Qiong 'an, Xiang Ru took Wen Jun to the southwest border. Along the way, people are crowded, gongs and drums clear the way, and arrows and horses are pioneers. This is a beautiful scenery.

I can finally accompany you every day. However, Wen Jun's loneliness is like this autumn. All the way west, all the way down will be bleak.

A few months later, this journey seems to have nothing to do with Wen Jun. One day, the team stopped and Wen Jun knew he was in the same place. Local officials greeted each other, smiling and bowing. A few days later, he moved into the Langfu, and Wen Jun has never seen each other since that night.

The days that followed were like rivers running, and in a blink of an eye, it was more than a year. It will be late this day, when Wen Jun was about to take a rest, the housekeeper sent a letter, which read "From Zhuo Wenjun". Open, is a familiar and kind handwriting, Liao Liao a few words, but has made Wen Jun deeply grieved, want to cry.

"Wife Wen Jun: I will take that Maoling woman as a concubine in a few days!"

There was a long silence. The housekeeper was about to retreat when Wen Jun finally spoke: "Lao Liu, open that wooden box under the bed!" "

Green yee, who has been silent for many years, lies quietly at the bottom of the box, lonely and empty.

Wen Jun picked up Lu Yi. "Lao Liu, take me to see your adult." "Yes!"

The scenery on the street is familiar and unfamiliar. Wen Jun followed the housekeeper to a place where he carved beams and painted buildings, resplendent and magnificent. There is a plaque above the main entrance with the words "Zui Xiang Building" written on it.

Into the gate, a few steps later, there was a wave of cheers in the building. Looking through the window, Xiang Ruzheng was drinking with a woman in red. Wen Jun fought back his grief and gently put the piano on the stone table. Fine-tune the palace merchants and tap the strings, and a song "Phoenix Begging for Phoenix" flows out from your fingers. ...

The laughter in the room stopped abruptly and the door creaked open. Wen Jun buried his head in the piano, tuning suddenly turned around, very sad, and Wen Jun followed the piano to sing:

Like snow on the mountain. Like the moon in the clouds. I heard that you have two opinions, so I came to say goodbye.

Today, when fighting against the Party, it is clear that the ditch is at the head, and the ditch water flows east and west.

Very sad and sad, don't cry when you get married. You should be single-minded and unwilling to leave each other.

Why do you use money and knives when bamboo poles are curled, fish are swimming and men value loyalty?

At the end of the song, the piano stopped and the string broke. At this moment, Wen Jun was in tears.

Stand in front of you with your head held high. Behind her is a woman from Maoling, and her face is still full of fear.

"madam! If you are ashamed of each other, your wife's righteousness is like a mountain, which is ridiculous. " Xiangru waved his hand behind him. "You go. From now on, your name disappears in my heart. My heart only has my wife. Share the rest of my life ... "

Trade ling female without saying a word, pull away.

"Like, needless to say. Now that you have turned around, how can you reach this point in a thousand words! "