Chapter 10: Dreaming of Emperor Nanming

Because that thing is the only thing that this fairy monk can get in touch with the word "love" for thousands of years from man to fairy.
The only time I fell in love with mortals.
At that time, the young man was righteous, and he spent all day on the market playing and playing, thinking that he was romantic. One day, when I looked back on the streets of Chang'an, I saw a beautiful woman leaning against the fence. At this glance, she became the number of hits I hit.
She is a singer in Qinglou, and Linglu ten horses changed her song to sing a song. I threw a lot of money, lightly exchanged good nights, refused to let her grievances in bed with me pretending to be a mandarin duck, gossiping around at night, trying to make her happy, just to let her willingly say something like.
As a result, she didn't fall in love with me, instead she fell in love with a poor talent.
She sent me her jewellery, antique jade, Ming Yan Baoqin to sell one by one, for the poor house to study, up and down, to participate in the imperial examination. As a result, the title of the poor acid gold list, high school champion. A pink sedan carried her into the house, and the two eventually became dependents, and she became the wife of others. Between the streets, there is an extra story that can be passed down through the ages.
I am the head of the injustice in that story.
Passionate defeat, the decadence of this fairy monk can be imagined. I drink heavily in the day and sing poetry at night. Xiao Li, who hurts the spring, Wei Zhuang, who is sad in autumn, Xiao Du, who is drunk in Yangzhou every ten years, and poems and poems, all of which can be recalled. From the old days of Chongyang to the Dragon Boat Festival, she went to the temple to burn incense. I stopped her in the hall and asked her where the show talent is stronger than me. I treated her with affection, but she fell in love with a show talent.
She said to me that the son said love, but in fact did not understand what is love, self-righteousness is a lot of money, love is a gift of slave Baoqin incense fan, jade bracelet gold hairpin. Despite being poor on that day, Xianggong can exchange hearts with slaves. The son is a great young master, I am afraid that I have n’t even eaten wonton noodles by the road, and mistaken my enthusiasm for the true feelings. How can I understand that the two love each other, then you are my truth.
I walked out of the temple and walked to the head of the street. For more than a year, the acacia was bitter and sad, but she was said to be feverish and worthless.
I'm looking at the smoke on the side of the street. Is it because I haven't eaten wonton noodles?
I walked to the smoky place, dragged a small stool in front of the low table, and sat down and said sadly: "Boss, here is a bowl of wonton noodles."
After drinking that bowl of noodle soup, I became Song Huixian.
Hengwen comforted me falsely and said: "Fate, this is destiny. Destiny cannot be violated."
Yes, Hengwen once ridiculed Ben Xianjun so much, I did tell him this.
At that time, Ben Xianjun sighed: "Fate makes me lonely Luan star shines." Hengwen lay on the blue stone beside the lotus pond, closed his eyes and said, "No, no, it is destiny to make you a god."
Think of it this way, the play I sang with Tianshu Nanming now, from a broad perspective, is actually similar to that of Ben Xianjun's love history.
Li Siming took a fancy to Mu Ruoyan, and Mu Ruoyan and Shan Shengling fell in love with each other. Li Siming tied Mu Ruoyan to his side, using all means, tortured mercilessly, and beat Yuanyang. Although Jade Emperor will not arrange a good ending for Nan Tianmingshu, Mu Ruoyan and Shan Shengling still have two emotions from beginning to end. Pleased, unshakable.
Dare to love this fairy monk is actually a helpless injustice.
Could it be that this fairy monk is doing this kind of horn child's life in this kind of play? !
Jade Emperor is a lack of virtue! !
Ben Xianjun complained and slept, dreaming that the Nanming Emperor with a pink little car, wearing armor, stood in front of the gate of the East Mansion, let me repay him.
On the one hand, I shouted in my heart, emperor, you hurry to carry Tianshu on the sedan chair, run as far as possible, Ben Xianjun really does not want to wait for him; , He is my sweetheart. No one can grab him! "
In the haze, he was dragged up and shivered.
I opened my eyes halfway and looked at Hengwen, who was pulling the front of this fairy king: "What did you do?"
Hengwen dragged his words and said: "Your heart and soul Tianshu is vomiting blood on the bed in your room. Don't shout dreams, hurry and go and see."
Ben Xianjun's busy longitudinal light flashed back into Li Siming's bedroom. At this time, the sky was already shining. In the half faint and half dawn, only Tianshu's face was white as paper. His eyes were closed weakly. On the side of the bed, the white par was stained with blood, his cuffs were horned, and he was also stained with blood spots.
What good blood he vomited.
Hengwen said beside me: "The jade man at the apex of the heart has coughed up blood, and you're still stunned. What do you do? Quickly hug yourself and call the doctor." Raised my hand to push Li Siming's body. I rolled over and sat up from the bed, half-held Tianshu, and wiped the blood stains around his mouth. Hengwen used a hidden technique, but he could see him with Li Siming's ordinary eyes. Sitting on a stool, Xiao Yinyin saw Tianshu paralyzed in my arms. I ironed my face and shouted loudly, "Come here!"
The maid pushed the door and knocked her head, and I tremble: "Shout to the doctor, the son vomited blood."