The cold voice spread to every corner of the palace. At this moment, everyone stopped what they were doing.

"He lit the lamp and read the Four Books and Five Classics several times at night. It was her childhood sweethearts who were watching over him."

"She took a look at Mo Yan Jingchai's sarong under the lamp and watched him study hard for ten years in a cold window and vowed to go to the Golden Palace."

"Sending my beloved to the ferry, she said that she would wait for you all her life. He said that when I am named on the gold medal list, I will live up to your tenderness."

"Eighteen years of waiting, she stood at the small ferry, eighteen years of tenderness, while he slept in Mingyue Tower"

"That lonely sail took away all her sorrows and joys. The thousands of willows on the embankment cannot hold back the rushing river."

"Looking at the spring flowers blooming and falling, the autumn wind blowing the summer moon away, and the winter snows coming one after another, she waited until she was thinner than the yellow flowers."

"She lit the lamp at night, looked down at Jiang Kuoyun several times, heard a few sounds of geese flying to the west in the clouds, and how many thoughts were blown away by the wind."

"I want him to study his ink under the lamp, and he will be the number one scholar for a thousand gold. Waiting for him to return home in fine clothes, the wait will be another year."

"Whoever rides a horse to cross the river, turns around to exchange wine for a sip, and asks in a low voice whose girl it is, for whom the flowers and jade are kept."

"Eighteen years of waiting, she stood at the small ferry, eighteen years of tenderness, while he slept in Mingyue Tower"

"The lonely sail went to Youyou and took away all her years. The thousands of willows on the embankment could not hold back the rushing river."

"Looking at the spring flowers blooming and falling, the autumn wind blowing the summer moon away, and the winter snows coming one after another. She waited until the snow covered her brows."

"Listen to Xingmu's voice. In the story, she is still waiting. The storyteller folds his fan and talks about the beginning. Who lowers his eyes and wets his sleeves with tears."

"She walked through the willows on the embankment and the small ferry where the sun set. The scenery was still as gentle as in the past, but the river never looked back" (Song: River Pictures - Like Flowers)

After the song was sung, everyone was very quiet, as if they saw a beautiful woman lighting a lamp for someone, sending Lang Yuan to Beijing at the ferry, and waiting at the ferry every day until her head turned white.

In the music that has never been heard before, the scene sung in the music is reflected in everyone's mind.

Xiyan walked back to her seat and patted Qianxun's shoulder. His eyes were filled with moisture. Feeling Xiyan's comfort, he smiled at her and signaled that he was fine.

Before everyone could recover from the song, Xiyan had already looked at Liu Ting coldly and said, "Xiyan admires the Prime Minister's calmness very much... I am in a high mood today, how about telling a story to the Prime Minister?"

What was reflected in Liu Ting's mind at this moment was the face of a woman. He had not seen her for a long time. Now when he heard Xi Yan speak, he nodded in a daze.

Everyone is looking forward to this story. The song is so special and the story should be exciting too...

"There is a small town called Yecheng next to Jinxi in Dayue. I heard this story when I passed by Yecheng when I came to Dayue with my uncle Huang a long time ago. At that time, I wanted to take a boat, so my uncle took me from Yecheng.

The city took the water route first to Jiangnan and then to the capital....

We stayed one night in Yecheng. There was a wild child in the city. It was said that her mother was the daughter of the city lord! She was originally a wealthy lady, but she became pregnant out of wedlock. However, she refused to tell who the father of the child was, and she was determined to

After the child was born, the city lord severed ties with her. Later, their life was very difficult. The wealthy lady would be at the small ferry every day when the ship returned, as if waiting for someone to return...

Day after day, without interruption, I heard someone say that the lady’s husband was originally a scholar. He went to Beijing to take the exam a few years ago and never came back. He thought he was in a high position. Later, when the child grew up,

She also had the ability to buy a good house for her in Yecheng, and bought slaves to go to the ferry to wait for the person she was waiting for, but she still waited by herself every day. I heard that she died in the winter two years ago.
Chapter completed!