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Quickly Wear the Face of the Devil: Play With the Moon
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"Where is it, where is it..." I muttered, not quite understanding my situation. The inexplicable dream was depressing, but life had to go on. I stared fixedly at those quaint buildings, especially the tall tavern not far away, with a flag hanging that read "Hu," adding a touch of the common people's atmosphere, making people feel a bit of warmth.
"Hu? Huji Tavern... Is this the Tang Dynasty?" To be honest, I was a little excited. Could I really see him? I had been waiting for so long. Finally, I might see Tai Bai. But there is more than one tavern in the Tang Dynasty, and Huji Tavern is not the only one. I need to find out for sure.
I stopped a passerby, who had a long and handsome face, resembling a certain figure from history books. He struggled to speak, "I, I just wanted to ask what year it is now?" Oh, how could I not know how shocking this question is, it's like asking which emperor was in power on the day of the founding of the People's Republic of China, it's embarrassing not to have common knowledge. Sure enough, the man's face turned red, and he stared at me with a look of astonishment, then used a fan to swat away my hand grabbing his clothes and hurried away.
But I can run too, I thought to myself. There were only a few people on the street, and it seemed like the sun was about to set. I thought the bell would ring soon, but there was nowhere to sleep. I didn't want to be beaten with a stick in my dreams. "Hey, wait for me, I'm new here and don't know the way, wait for me." Although I shouted loudly, he didn't slow down, so I had to rush up and grab a tuft of grass, following closely behind.
"Madam, could you please stop following me? It's not appropriate for a man and a woman to be so close." I heard the first bell ring, and for no reason, my heart started pounding. The few people on the road were running faster than ever. "Hey, do you know Li Bai? The one who loves drinking, writing poetry, and admiring the Yue'er. If you tell me where he is, I won't follow you anymore!" Upon hearing this, he suddenly stopped and hesitantly said, "I am Li Bai, I don't love drinking, but I do write poetry. I wonder..."
If you are Tai Bai, then I am Su Dongpo. It's impossible for Tai Bai not to love drinking. Then all the brewing methods I secretly learned would be useless. Besides, how could Tai Bai... Let's not talk about it. Let's not talk about it. "No, there's not much time left. If you don't mind, please stay at my house for the night and leave tomorrow," he said anxiously, probably noticing the patrol team of the Tang Dynasty starting to work. "Thank you, you are a good person, but I don't have any Kaiyuan Tongbao or anything... Can I?" As I struggled to choose my words, trying to persuade him to invite this poor person to dinner, he opened the door and pushed me in, then quickly kicked the door shut. He completely ignored my feelings and exclaimed, "That was close, how fortunate!"
......How should I put it, my feelings are a bit complicated as I start to size up this small place. It's really tiny, isn't it? And it looks quite poor too. It's hard to believe he has to take me in. "Brother, I'm really sorry to trouble you. I didn't expect that your family situation isn't any better than mine, yet you still have such a kind heart. You're a good person." I start to ramble, hoping he won't kick me out and beat me.
"Lady, how do you know Li?" I didn't expect him to suddenly become serious, not responding to me and questioning me. I've already said you're not Li Bai. Look, you're younger than him, you don't even like drinking, and you're definitely better looking than Tai Bai. And the problem is, you look as poor as I do, while Tai Bai is as rich as can be. I'm in a tough spot. Of course, I wouldn't dare say that. What if I wake up after saying it... I still haven't seen him yet...
"The Way is a secret that cannot be revealed. I advise you not to inquire," so I made up a reason, but I didn't expect this Simpleton to actually believe it! He even said something about not knowing it was a fellow Daoist and causing offense! It's infuriating. Who told him that Daoists only know how to calculate hexagrams and refine elixirs!
Just as I was about to mock him, suddenly a mist cleared, and obviously, it was a different scene again.
"Do not provoke Gao Lishi, pay attention to An Lushan and Shi Siming, maintain a good relationship with Yang Guifei, and the Hanlin must first serve as... Do not seek refuge with the Prince of Yong." It's so strange, what am I saying? I don't recognize who this is, I want to speak, I want to touch, but everything is in vain. Why am I telling him these things, telling him important time points, and even telling him how to do it, is he really him... is he really Tai Bai?
Am I really me, the one who indifferently writes one secret order after another, freely wandering between the powerful to obtain various intelligence, the one who carefully calculates and manages every step, is actually a subordinate in his mansion.
Emperor Xuanzong has passed away...
"Congratulations, Tai Bai, are you satisfied with your position as prime minister?" I held up the golden goblet and for the first time, put on the gorgeous tulip-dyed jacket and skirt. In the past, for the sake of convenience, the barbarian-style clothing was my daily attire. I knew this was specially prepared for me by him, this outfit and this grand feast, all because of me.
"I know, very well, go back, Poyue, you've worked hard," I saw him in his elegant white clothes, exuding a graceful and refined air, like the clear and imposing Mount Jade, but when he spoke, I couldn't understand a word. "What are you saying, Tai Bai... go back where..." Sure enough, a look of confusion appeared on my face. Yes, where should I go back to? Haven't I always been here, always with him?
"You're tired..." I watched as his sword slowly unsheathed, feeling the spray of blood as the blade cut across my neck, the temperature of the blood was so hot.
I remembered that I don't belong here, I belong to another place, another beautiful and nostalgic place. I originally came to find him, to help him enter officialdom, to drink and write poetry with him, to travel and play in the mountains and waters. But why... why did it turn out like this...
"Poyue, you are a person who came later."
I saw him smile, but it was quite ugly. I cried with a dryness in my throat. Yes, I am watching over what kind of predecessor after a thousand years... Life is like a dream, how much joy is there?
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