Tomorrow

Chapter Twenty Four

Yun Zhao lay on the brocade couch, talking about the problems he encountered recently, and occasionally glanced at his son who was breastfeeding. Every time at this time, his Adam’s apple would slide up and down, but it was very secretive, so much so. Neither Qian Duoduo nor Feng Ying found out.

　　 "I don't want those old people, I don't want any of them. I only want those young people who are not contaminated by the old age. Not only can these people not become the driving force of the society and the country, they have even degraded into resistance.

　　 But, they just don’t think so. They think that their mature and respectful appearance can guarantee the stability of this country and the nation.

　　 I want to make a change, but unfortunately it is beyond reach..."

　　 A lot of money is leaning on Yun Zhao. She is very heavy now. The original fox face has become the full moon face that Guanzhong people like. The thick waist needs Yun Zhao to hold her to prevent her from sliding down the brocade.

"Husband, I met this Ruan Dayue when I was in Yingtian Mansion. This person has shown great courtesy to me many times and started to give away money. Seeing that I was not happy, he started to show off poems again. After being refuted by me, he started to write jokes again. He also invited me to listen. After being rejected by me, he immediately disappeared. He is a figure who knows how to advance and retreat.

　　 will not lose yourself just because you are addicted to certain things.

Most scholars in Jiangnan are like this. The more brilliant the talent, the more so. For these people, they are the most important. If they like a person or an object, they all have their own bottom line and exceed this bottom line. Will give up immediately afterwards.

　　 After interacting with these people, my concubine found out that the thing that made them worry the most was poetry!

They always feel that the Jiangnan style of writing is prosperous and that the literary style should lead the world. Unfortunately, since the publication of Yang Shen's "Linjiang Xian" in the middle of Shu, Jiangnan talents can't breathe. For many years, they have been writing poetry and essays. But there is no song that can match Yang Shen, even if it is rhetorical, it will eventually lose that grandeur.

　　 So they specialize in calligraphy, calligraphy, and opera. Even if a lot of things come out, they are not comparable to the majestic atmosphere of "Linjiang Fairy".

My husband has done half of the "Chinese Youth Talk" many years ago. My concubine thinks that reading this article is full of blood, and speaks out the pride of a young man. If the husband can make up the whole article, it will be glorious. Chiaki.

　　 And those Jiangnan scholars will also look at me in Lantian County with admiration. "

　　 Yunzhao listened to Qianduo's words, and said, "I never care about these things. Poetry and essays are nothing more than trivialities and cannot be used in the world. If necessary, your husband will come with your mouth open, and you will have as much as you want."

　　 Qian Duoduo graciously rubbed her husband's cheek with her face and said, "My concubine just likes my husband's chest, but the appearance of heroic dry clouds."

　　 Yunzhao pushed the fat face with a lot of money away from his face and said angrily: "How come no one believes when you tell the truth?"

　　 Feng Ying chuckled on the bed while holding her son: "Since the husband is so confident, let's write a song based on the talent you just mentioned, so that we two ignorant women can open their eyes!"

　　 "Kyushu is angry with wind and thunder, and it is sad that all horses are studying together. I persuade Tiangong to vigorously shake, and to drop the talents in an eclectic manner."

Before Feng Ying's voice fell, Yun Zhao couldn't wait to read Gong Zizhen's "Yihai Miscellaneous Poems Ninth". This person will not be born one hundred and fifty years later. Therefore, Yun Zhao has no sense of shame in plagiarizing poems, after all. When the master couldn't accuse him of plagiarism, this poem belonged to him, but I don’t know if Gong Zizhen will be beaten by others when he writes this poem in the future.

　　 Feng Ying was stunned. Qian Duoduo held Yun Zhao's head and observed for a while and said, "My husband has been worried about this matter these few days, and he has feelings in his heart that gave birth to this poem?"

Yun Zhao sighed and said: "Your husband, a young man, has worked so hard for many years to achieve the current situation in battle. It is a pity that I am full of ambitions and strategies for governing the country, but I can't use it vigorously. I clearly realized that at this time I was in "two ups and downs in my life..."

　　 Alas, if you want a good poem in the future, just ask your husband for it. The great poet you have been seeking is actually your pillow. "

　　 Qian Duoduo left Jinta and quickly copied this poem. When he showed it to Yun Zhao, he was scolded by Yun Zhao. There were two typos!

　　 Qian Duoduo bowed his head and humbly taught him for the first time, and cautiously leaned on her husband and said coquettishly in a sweet voice: "Give the concubine the first love and timelessness."

　　 Yunzhao yawned lazily and turned Qian Duoduo's face to look at himself, "Do you remember the first time we met?"

　　 Qian Duoduo excitedly said: "Yun Jiao put me in his pocket and threw me on the ground. I crawled out of the bag and saw you. At that time, you were so fat...but I liked it very much."

　　 Yun Zhao patted his fat face with a lot of money and said, "For the sake of having a baby, I will give you a song. Listen carefully."

　　 A lot of money, Feng Yingyi.asxs.head.

"If life is just like seeing it at first time, what's the matter of autumn wind and sad painting fan. Waiting for idle change, but the heart of the old man, but the old man's heart is easy to change. Lishan language stops the late night, tears rain and Lin Ling will not complain. How Bo Xing Jin Yilang, Bi Yilian May that day."

　　 hurriedly finished the Nalan poem, ignoring how cloudy the money had been silly, Zhao turned his head to Feng Ying and smiled: "Would you like?"

　　 Feng Ying shook her head and said, "It's too bad, when the concubine comes to an important day, I will ask my husband again."

　　 Yunzhao nodded and said, "Okay, tell me when you want it, you can do as much as you want--ah! Why are you biting me!"

　　 Qian Duoduo bit Yun Zhao's shoulder blade fiercely, making Yun Zhao desperate for life.

　　 Regardless of the money, he kept biting and screaming. After a while, he stopped, and then Yun Zhao's shoulder blade epithelium was torn.

　　 "Is this love in my bones?" Yun Zhao rubbed his shoulders while complaining about the amount of money.

　　 "Write it down!"

　　 The belly is like a ball with a lot of money and I don't know where the strength is. He just drags Yun Zhao down to the brocade bed. Yun Zhao is worried about hurting the child, so he immediately got up and wrote down this Nalan poem with a pen.

Qian Duoduo looked at this poem, giggled for a while, sad for a while, and didn't know what he was thinking. Yun Zhao copied the poem by Gong Zizhen and handed it to Feng Ying: "Take it well. Priceless."

　　 Feng Ying smiled and collected the character, nodding repeatedly and said: "It will definitely be."

　　 Qian Duoduo finally woke up from the psychedelic, and looked at Yun Zhao affectionately: "Husband, there is no poetry name."

　　 Yunzhao waved his hand in a magnificent manner: "Poetry on the bed!"

　　 Qianduo Duoduo immediately beat Yun Zhao angrily twice: "You have never been willing to treat me well."

　　 Yunzhao grabbed Qian Duoduo’s fist and smiled: “I have given you two things. You can call it whatever you want, even if you ran out and said it was what you wrote.”

　　 Seeing that Qian Duoduo was satisfied with Feng Ying, Yun Zhao pulled on his soft shoes and prepared to get up and leave.

　　 Feng Ying whispered: "Aren't you going to rest here tonight?"

　　 Qian Duoduo immediately hugged Yun Zhao's arm and said, "Go to me, I have something to say."

Yun Zhao Tan Tan said: "What Duoduo said just now makes sense. I really should finish writing the article "Juvenile China" and pass it to the students of Yushan Academy. Over the past few years, I found that they seem to have been infected. I need this article to be thought-provoking."

　　 Hearing that Yun Zhao was about to do business, neither Feng Ying nor Qian Duoduo would bother him anymore, but his son Yun Zhang might not be able to bear the sour smell in the room, so he started to cry.

　　 Picking up his fat son, Yun Zhao immediately became refreshed, even if the child had already pulled a bunch of them.

　　 It was late at night, and Yun Zhao was sitting alone in the large large study room with his back reflected on the window. Any official, big or small, who passed by the window automatically lightened his steps. It was late in the evening, and the county chief was still working hard.

　　 They all understand that every document reviewed by the county honoree represents that a problem in Lantian County has been solved. Many people want to keep the silhouette of the county honoree's hard work forever, so that they can tell later generations.

"The first paragraph is absolutely unacceptable. If you keep others, you won’t know the so-called... Old people are like opium cigarettes, and young people are like splashes of wine. Old people are like meteorites on other planets, and young people are like coral islands in the ocean. The pyramids of the Egyptian desert, young people such as the railway of Siberia... this section is also unacceptable. Shouldn’t this old thing use more classical composition? I have to get some things out of the box."

　　 "Ren Gong? Liang Ren Gong? Boasting? Go off, Yun Zhao said it would be better."

　　 "At the beginning, I tried to memorize the original text in order to show off to others...This is to trouble myself. It makes sense to change the textbook to that look. Now I have to change it again. It's really hard for me."

　　 "Kang and Qian's heyday? What the **** is this? Get rid of it!"

　　 "Gong Zizhen, Mazzini? They are all unborn characters, remove..."

　　 After Yun Zhao changed Yangyang's three thousand seven hundred words into two thousand six hundred words and copied it again, the sky was bright.

He burned the original text by himself, and there was still a thick stack of manuscript paper on Yun Zhao's table~www.wuxiahere.com~ When Yang Xiong entered the door, he saw Yun Zhao sitting in a chair in silence, so he approached gently. Reading the manuscript paper on the table, it was just silent chanting at first, and then the voice gradually became louder... "Old people often think about the past, and young people often think about the future. They think about the past, so they are nostalgic for their lives; they think about the future, so Hope is born. Only nostalgia, so conservative; only hope, so enterprising..."

　　 Yunzhao looked at Yang Xiong who was addicted to it, and said softly: "When the publication goes out, every official, student, and staff member of Lantian County must memorize it and understand the spirit."

　　 Yang Xiong picked up a thick stack of manuscript paper and whispered: "The county lord hasn't slept all night, it's time to rest."

　　 Yunzhao whispered: "The old Confucian in the south of the Yangtze River is too old and can not be used for great use. We only need young people. As long as you and me are young people, I want to use the blood, dreams, vitality and power of young people to create a brand new world of Ming Dynasty.

　　 Yang Xiong, we are all young people. Young people should have the vigor of young people. I don't believe that the vigorous dream of young people will not create a bright and bright new world!

This article is the clarion call for our departure, the direction of our journey, our blood, our tears, our pride, our hearts are full of light, we are the Qianlong, the milk tiger, the eagle, yes Qi Hua is a sword, and this world itself is prepared for us.

　　 We have no reason to give up, the old, decayed, and dark will eventually be melted by our light!

　　 Yang Xiong, this is the youthful heart that I have been emphasizing! "