Chapter 49: Still the Man in My Dreams
The faint fragrance of the body is so attractive that it makes people feel distracted.
Feeling the fullness, softness and delicacy is really irresistible.
At the age of seventeen, it is the time when blood is full of vigor and vitality. A little provocation will produce a reaction.
But who is Sheng Huaian?
He has lived two lives and is still a great master of the acquired limit. He is practicing the Great Sun Heart Sutra. Not to mention that he can remain calm, at least this little provocation will not make him feel moved.
"Please!"
Sheng Huaian raised his glass and clinked it with Hua Yueru, then raised his head and drank it all.
These drinks have no alcohol content. Sheng Huaian estimated that it is probably only about ten or twenty degrees. This is still good wine.
It tastes similar to beer in the previous life. It is really not very delicious.
If the brewing technology in this world is at this level, he can also become rich by brewing strong liquor and selling it.
At night, people came to Yichun Tower one after another. Those who could come to Yichun Tower were either wealthy people or bachelors who could feed the whole family.
Of course, there were also scholars who could not stand the loneliness.
Seeing that the second floor was already booked, the people who came later either stayed on the first floor or paid to go to the third floor.
"Why are there so many people today? The second floor is full." A man dressed like a scholar said.
After reading a few pages of the Spring and Autumn Annals at home, he couldn't stand it and wanted to come to the actual combat to study the skills.
"Those people are from the Anning Army. You have heard of Sheng Huaian, the lieutenant, right? He is the one who made the ambition to eat the meat of the barbarians and drink the blood of the Xiongnu. He is entertaining his subordinates." Someone next to him said.
"What? Is it that young general?" The scholar was surprised.
In this Anning City, all scholars now know the reputation of Sheng Huaian. He can write such heroic poems, and his talent is far better than them.
"That's right!"
"I don't know if this young general can complete the poem today, otherwise it's only half a sentence, which always feels not beautiful." A scholar said.
"That's right, that's right!"
"If you are lucky enough to witness the birth of a complete poem, it will be a great blessing in life."
Many people wanted to toast, but seeing Sheng Huaian entertaining his subordinates, they had to give up.
Thanks to the fact that there is only Yichunlou, a smoke and willow place in Anning City, there are many people and it is very lively.
After all, it is a border area, which is always in the midst of war, and few people like to do business here.
"Then Miss Hua Yueru was ordered to accompany General Sheng for a drink. It seems that we won't be able to see Miss Hua Yueru's beautiful dance tonight." Someone said regretfully.
The guests on the first floor drank, chatted and watched the dance, and the second floor was full of Sheng Huaian and others.
As for the third floor...
That can't be said!
"Come on, Captain, I'll toast you a glass!" Tang Yunshan raised his glass to Sheng Huaian.
"Drink!"
Sheng Huaian was also in high spirits at this moment, and he raised his glass and drank with him Yunshan.
"Captain Sheng, I toast you too!" Hai Dahe also raised his glass to toast Sheng Huaian.
"Aren't you trying to get me drunk?" Sheng Huaian said with a smile.
"You can't say that. Everyone here, you are the captain, so of course we should toast you first." Hai Dahe said with a flattering face.
He Yunshan looked at Hai Dahe's dog-licking appearance and felt disdain in his heart. Isn't it just for a position of a baron? Why do you have to please him like this?
"That's right, Captain, you led us through life and death and killed the Xiongnu enemy. It's natural that we should toast you first." Tang Yunshan also said quickly.
"Okay, stop flattering. We are here to have fun tonight. Everyone should have fun. I'm joking with you. Even if all of you come together, you can't get me drunk." Sheng Huaian smiled and shook his head.
These two guys flattered him openly and secretly. Isn't it just to get a position of a baron? He saw their little tricks clearly.
Everyone toasted Sheng Huaian with a glass of wine. He thought to himself that it was true that there was no place to escape the drinking culture. In the past, it was toasting leaders, but now it was toasting superiors.
But now he was no longer the one toasting, no longer a minion in the corner.
At their table, only Wang Wu played more openly. Sitting with Sheng Huaian, the others were more or less restrained.
Wang Wu was hugging the girl who accompanied him to drink, kissing and hugging her, talking and laughing. It was obvious that he was a regular customer and experienced.
Sheng Huaian himself was secretly looking at Yichunlou. It was his first time in a brothel, and he still felt a little strange. But now that his subordinates were there, he pretended to be calm and didn't show it.
After all, this is a world where visiting brothels is legal, and there is no need to be sneaky.
"Come, sir, I'll toast you another glass." Hua Yueru raised her glass to invite Sheng Huaian.
She always felt that Sheng Huaian's breath was very comfortable, making her want to get into Sheng Huaian's arms.
Maybe it was because Sheng Huaian practiced the Great Sun Heart Sutra, the blazing Yang aura made her feel a little amorous.
Facing the toasts from everyone, Sheng Huaian accepted them all.
The drinking culture in the workplace in his previous life made him able to drink two and a half kilograms of white wine and beer at will.
Now that he has martial arts training, low-alcohol wine in this world would make him drunk, unless he kept drinking for three days and three nights without a break.
Sheng Huaian didn't touch her, Hua Yueru was a little discouraged. Could it be that she was not good-looking and could not attract Sheng Huaian?
How could she know that Sheng Huaian didn't dare to mess around for fear of breaking the precepts.
At this moment, he hated the Great Sun Heart Sutra in his heart. What kind of a ghost skill was this? It couldn't even break the pure Yang.
The feeling of having a beautiful woman in my arms, being able to see, touch, but not eat, is as uncomfortable as it is.
"How about I perform a dance for you all?" Hua Yueru planned to show off her special skills.
One of her special skills is charming dancing.
"Okay, okay!"
Everyone agreed.
"Then thank you for dancing for my brothers." Sheng Huaian nodded with a smile.
Hua Yueru stood up and walked slowly down the second floor. Her gauze and thin sleeves, and her skin was as good as snow, which immediately attracted many people to drool.
"Miss Yueru is coming downstairs."
"Are you here to perform a dance?"
"Wow, it's a blessing for the mouth... No, it's a blessing for the eyes."
Hua Yueru came to the stage, the dancers on the stage cooperated with her, and the string pianist also started playing music.
The dancers cooperated with Hua Yueru, and their beautiful and elegant dance attracted everyone's attention in an instant.
Even Sheng Huaian was no exception. His graceful dancing posture was much better than the posing in his previous life.
No wonder the ancient dignitaries liked to keep some singing and dancing girls, who were elegant, refined and pleasing to the eye.
After the dance, many people were immersed in the graceful dance, which was the most charming.
"Yes, no wonder it fascinates so many people." Sheng Huaian nodded lightly.
If I were to forget my previous life and dance like this in the live broadcast room, I would have directly exceeded 100,000 online.
After the dance, Hua Yueru glanced at Sheng Huaian and saw that Sheng Huaian was just admiring it, and did not show any infatuation like others.
This made her feel a little discouraged and defeated. Couldn't she be tempted by this? !
Returning to the second floor and sitting next to Sheng Huaian, she no longer thought about winning Sheng Huaian for the first time, but poured the wine quietly.
"Miss Yue Ru's graceful dance has fascinated these old men." Sheng Huaian said with a smile.
Just now, many big men in the army were so fascinated that they drooled. They looked like Brother Pig. They have been in the military camp all year round and rarely saw such dancing.
"Sir, you are laughing!" Hua Yueru smiled lightly, charming and ecstatic.
My heart said, it’s not like I haven’t been able to charm you!
Sheng Huaian sighed secretly, she was indeed a beauty in a romantic place, her every move and smile was full of charm.
If he was really an ordinary and innocent little Chu Lan, he really wouldn't be able to control himself.
Seeing his subordinates shouting and drinking and having a good time, Sheng Huaian sighed in his heart. Perhaps as soldiers guarding the border, this was the only happiness they could enjoy.
After a while, several scholars came up with the courage to propose a toast.
"But Colonel Sheng and Master Sheng are in person." A scholar in a green shirt said.
"I am!" Sheng Huaian nodded.
If those damn soldiers hadn't dragged him around, pulled him up the city wall, and turned on the system's golden finger, maybe he would still be a scholar now.
"I would like to toast you, Mr. Sheng, and thank you generals for guarding Anning Pass and creating a peaceful and peaceful life for us." The scholar in the leader said.
Sheng Huaian nodded. He was indeed a scholar, but he could talk.
"Drink together, drink together!" Sheng Huaian raised his glass in return.
After finishing the cup, the scholars had no intention of leaving.
"Sir, your great ambitions are to eat the meat of Hulu when you are hungry, to drink the blood of Xiongnu when you are thirsty, and to make Dan fly to the dragon city and not teach the slave horses to cross Anshan Mountain. These two poems make us admire you so much that we can't wait to read them every night. But I feel that the poem is incomplete and I feel regretful. I wonder if you can give me the complete poem so that I can read it day and night." The first scholar said sincerely.
They were all scholars and admired talented and literary people, and they were also very respectful to Sheng Huaian.
"Yes, Lieutenant Colonel, those two lines of poetry make even us grown-ups feel excited when we read them, so just complete them." Guo Xiaoping also said from the side.
"Do you have pen and ink!" Seeing everyone looking at him expectantly, Sheng Huaian said.
"I'll go right away!" Hua Yueru stood up to get it herself.
He brought pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and Hua Yueru personally studied the ink for Sheng Huaian.
When the people on the first floor heard that Sheng Huaian was going to complete the two poems he had written on the battlefield, they instantly became energetic and full of expectations.
Fortunately, my predecessor was good at calligraphy. Although I failed to pass the examination to be a scholar, my calligraphy was good.
"The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty passed the Han Dynasty, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned."
"But I will use the Dragon City flying generals instead of teaching the slave horses to cross the Anshan Mountains!"
After thinking about it, Sheng Huaian completed this poem, but it was not suitable to bring out another one now.
Everyone watched him write the entire poem, and the scholars looked enthusiastic.
“The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty passed the Han Dynasty, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned.
But let the flying generals of Dragon City be here and not teach the slave horses to cross Anshan Mountain! "
This is a famous line through the ages, but the poem has been passed down through the ages. They never imagined what an honor it was to witness the emergence of the famous poem through the ages.
Although they don't know which dynasty the Qin Shi Mingyue and Han Shiguan belong to in history, it does not prevent them from appreciating this famous poem that can be passed down through the ages.
Hua Yueru looked at Sheng Huaian with stars in her eyes. This little man was handsome, could write poems, and had high martial arts skills. He was truly the ideal lover of his dreams. It was a pity that she was trapped in this flowery place.
"Where's the other one, Shanda Ren, where's the other one?" Several scholars couldn't wait.
"The other one hasn't been finished yet, so I just have one sentence." Sheng Huaian said.
Everyone was disappointed after hearing this.
"but!"
After hearing these two words, everyone instantly became energetic again and looked at Sheng Huaian expectantly.
"I have another poem here."
Immediately, Sheng Huaian wrote on another piece of rice paper:
"Swear to sweep away the Xiongnu regardless of life, five thousand minks and brocades are lost in the dust of the Hu people.
The bones by the Wuding River are pitiful, but they are still the people in the dreams of the boudoirs!"
This poem was originally the second of the four poems of the Tang Dynasty poet Chen Tao Longxi in his previous life. Sheng Huaian did not name this poem.
Looking at this poem, Guo Xiaoping, Hu Bing, Wang Wu, Tang Yunshan and others were silent.
This reminded them of the battle of Yinma River, where more than 700 comrades' bones were thrown by the river, waiting for them to return, and they could only meet in dreams.
"Swear to sweep away the Xiongnu regardless of life, five thousand minks and brocades are lost in the dust of the Hu people."
"The bones by the Wuding River are pitiful, but they are still the people in the dreams of the boudoirs!"
When this poem came out, everyone was silent. It did not have lofty ambitions and blood, but only the cruelty and ruthlessness of war.
The bones by the Wuding River are pitiful, but they are the people that many women in the boudoirs miss day and night!
Guo Xiaoping and others looked at Sheng Huaian, and they realized that Sheng Huaian still had not let go of this matter.
Many comrades were left dead in the wilderness, but they were unable to bury their former brothers.
That night, everyone got drunk.
The residents of Anning City, who had just experienced the Xiongnu army knocking on the gate, were deeply moved.
At the same time, these two poems were quickly spread to the interior of the city and to all parts of the country.
The phrase "poor bones by the Wuding River, still a person in the dream of the boudoir" expressed endless longing and sadness.
It wrote about the cruelty and ruthlessness of war, which resonated with many people.
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