Jiaohua

Chapter 1218 The painting presented by Duke Meng
Heavy rain in the morning, heavy rain in the evening, the whole Hengxiang is like a swamp.

The wind was particularly strong at night, the unclosed window sash crackled and flapped, and the branches outside the window swayed, disturbing the bright moon.

The gate of the Wenhe Building of Lianfeng Academy is closed at midnight every day, but scholars and talented scholars in the building can still walk around and recite poems and speeches.

Fellow villagers, friends, old and new confidants, no matter how old or young, from all corners of the country, all like to gather together, and there is also a discussion forum specially set up by Dean Yang in the lobby on the first floor. There is an argument.

Tonight, I don't know who took the lead, the hall on the first floor sang loudly, and gradually, everyone began to sing, especially young people.

Singing from "Same with the Sky" to "Song of Aspirations", and then to "Serving the Country" and "He Changhong", two men played the piano to accompany them, and many people burst into tears and gradually cried out.

The singing made Yao Zhen upstairs frown.

He took a deep breath, covered his ears with his hands, and looked at the window lattice that was being beaten by the evening wind.

There are papers and paperweights in front of his desk.

These papers were written by the four of them in the yamen that day.

He, Xu Xiyi and Hao Weifeng each wrote a thousand characters.

Dong Yanjiang has two thousand.

What Yao Zhen didn't expect was that after they finished writing that day, they left the yamen. In the evening, two soldiers from the Xia family army approached him and gave him the stack of papers, asking him to read it all and think about what he found. .

There is no need to read the thousand words written by Yao Zhen himself. In the thousand words written by Xu Xiyi and Hao Weifeng, he really found something, and in the two thousand words written by Dong Yanjiang, he discovered a lot of things. Something strange.

For example, Zhuo Changzong had been looking for craftsmen in the city a few days before his death.

Carpenters, blacksmiths, embroiderers, and even cooks, sugar pullers, and painters, he searched for everything he could find.

Moreover, he went to the ticket office and took 50 taels of silver to bring with him.

50 taels, so heavy, Zhuo Changzong always carried it with him.

Although Dong Yanjiang is a pervert and even this is followed, but Zhuo Changzong's strange behavior, if not for Dong Yanjiang, none of them would have known.

One day today, Yao Zhen went to find these craftsmen on purpose, and learned that Zhuo Changzong was going to ask them questions.

He has a piece of paper in his hand, the patterns on the paper are exquisite and beautiful, and one can tell that it is from the previous dynasty, but these craftsmen have never seen it before.

Yao Zhen asked them if they still remembered the pattern, and everyone shook their heads. They only said that the pattern was beautiful, like a symmetrical begonia wishful pattern, but it looked simple but extremely complicated, and the layout was neat. If you look closely at the long branches of the pattern, It turned out to be a double-linked unicorn pattern.

Moreover, Zhuo Changzong asked them to keep it secret, so he deliberately brought 50 taels with him, and each craftsman would give a little as a "hush fee".

And the reason why these craftsmen are willing to tell Yao Zhen generously is because too many people have gone to look for them these days, and Xia Jiajun and Yawei are the ones who look for them the most.

Therefore, it was already an open secret anyway, so the craftsmen simply told it generously, and exchanged it for a little money in Yao Zhen's hands.

Now, Yao Zhen doesn't understand, where did Zhuo Changzong find this pattern?

After Zhuo Changzong's death, he helped to clean up his belongings, but he didn't find this thing, so where did it go?
The singing outside continued. Many people fell asleep in the house, and after being awakened by the singing, they opened the door and went out to sing together.

As more and more people joined, the voice became louder and louder.

It's not that Yao Zhen doesn't like such high-spirited, but now he is very annoyed, very annoyed, and has thousands of knots in his heart.

At this moment, the singing stopped and the piano sound interspersed.

Those present, there are absolutely no lack of people who are proficient in temperament. If they dare to play the piano at this time, they not only have superb piano skills, but also have absolute self-confidence.

The timbre of the two guqins is pure, and the music is eager and sonorous, just like thousands of soldiers and horses marching on the ground, giving orders and speaking wildly, and going to the wild night in the snow.

I came to play the piano because of a sudden arousal, and I didn’t decide in advance who would be the master and who would be the assistant. For a while, it was difficult to distinguish between the two piano sounds. If the sea clouds meet the battle, it will be cold for thousands of miles.

In an instant, the singing turned into a stage where two piano players competed with each other.

And their piano skills are indeed superb, Yao Zhen, who was troubled by the singing just now, was also scratched by the sound of the piano and listened carefully.

But listening to it, Yao Zhen's complexion changed.

It was this song "Lighting on a Snowy Night". Yes, when Zhuo Changzong invited him to listen to the song, it happened to be this song, and Zhuo Changzong talked a lot to him.

Yao Zhen was preoccupied with thinking about how to argue with others, so she didn't listen carefully.

Recalling now, Zhuo Changzong was full of ambitions at that time, calling Hengxiang a wonderful mansion in the fairyland, he accidentally discovered a shocking talent, if he found it, his life would be safe.

Only now did Yao Zhen realize that it was not a world-shattering talent, but a world-shattering wealth.

That's right, Zhuo Changzong is arrogant and disobedient. In his eyes, there is no shocking talent. Scholars are accustomed to belittle each other. Zhuo Changzong doesn't think anyone is strong.

Yao Zhen felt very regretful all of a sudden, how could he be so perfunctory at that time.

What was Zhuo Changzong busy with during that time?
It doesn't seem to be anything special, almost going in and out with them, but Zhuo Changzong suggested that they go to some old chess clubs and old taverns.

As soon as he arrived at those old chess clubs and old taverns, he ran to chat with the shopkeepers, there were everywhere.

Maybe, it's not a chat, but a cliché...

But it's a pity that no one could notice his weirdness at that time, let alone listen to what he talked about deliberately.

By the way, Yao Zhen suddenly remembered that there is still a letter.

Zhuo Changzong claimed that there were many letters from his family in those few months, and he often went to the academy post envoy to read the letters.

In a few days, someone came to deliver the letter to Zhuo Changzong in person.

Thinking of this person, Yao Zhen was taken aback.

The man who sent the letter was not very good-looking, and Yao Zhen couldn't remember his face unless the man was standing in front of him.But now that I think about it carefully, it seems that they are not the postmen of the academy.

There were only eight postmen at Dongping Academy, and Yao Zhen knew all of those eight people, and there was no one who sent the letter.

Before that, he had always suspected that Zhuo Changzong's death was strange, so he didn't care whether to be respectful or polite. He directly went through all the letters of Zhuo Changzong, but he didn't find anything strange.

Although Yao Zhen still doesn't know who sent those letters, he can be sure that there are definitely such letters.

It is very possible that Zhuo Changzong destroyed those letters on the spot after reading them...

Now, Zhuo Changzong has no way to get it, so he can only go to the post office to inquire.

A gust of cool wind suddenly blows in from the outside, completely blowing open the window sash.

There were two "clicks", and the window sash hit the walls on both sides.

The chill poured in, Yao Zhen got up and went to close the window.

He faced a stone bridge obliquely outside his window. Normally, after Hai Hour, there were hardly any people on the stone bridge, but tonight there were four or five people talking on the stone bridge.

It looked like a gift, except for an exquisite scroll, there were also two rectangular brocade boxes.

Yao Zhen looked away, but was startled suddenly, and looked there again, his eyes fixed on a follower holding a rectangular brocade box.

There is such a coincidence in the world, just now I was thinking about this person, and now this person appeared.

Isn't it the person who delivered the letter to Zhuo Changzong back then!
Yao Zhen immediately turned around and ran downstairs quickly.

Several people on the bridge were still laughing and talking.

There are two people near Wenhe Building, one is Mr. Chen from Lianfeng Academy, and the other is his teaching assistant.

Mr. Chen slowly opened the scroll, and a picture of thousands of lights unfolded in front of his eyes.

Mr. Chen's eyes were amazed, and he slowly read the little poem above: "Three or four songs of the wind and moon in the evening sky, the water shadows and clear songs are full of city language. I don't know where I came back late, but I asked the world about this place."

"I haven't seen you for many years. Menggong's painting skills are even better!" Mr. Chen said. It is a great pity that he is difficult to come."

"My husband suffered a catastrophe on the road, he was in poor health, and it was difficult for him to come to the world to study, and he also felt very sorry." The leading man said.

"Oh! By the way, sir, if you don't dislike it, why don't you live in Wenhe Building these few nights?" Mr. Chen said, looking back, and said with a smile, "Listen, this Wenhe Building night The night is like this, the young man is pumping his blood, embracing the bright moon, with a bright and clear breeze. If you stay here, you will definitely find a lot of like-minded people, and you can also discuss with Menggong when you go back."

The piano fight is over, but now it's not singing, but tens of thousands of people are chanting, and what they are singing is the letter to the world's literati and scholars who went to the world to talk about learning: "Masters, you and I are both literati, who would be willing to recite it?" Confined to the age of today and the eve, stay away from the history books, stop before the mountains and rivers, and stand at the left of the great cause! Who would be willing to sigh in vain for the suffering of the common people, not want to stretch out his arms to lift up the sky, protect the common people, and be a hero in the world! The pride should be like a long wind running wild, with clouds covering eight hectares, being as proud as the sky, and soaring to the sky! Fighting against the chaotic world, fighting the world, killing ghosts and gods with a pen, and determining the universe with words! When the mountain collapses, stepping on the sky, the wind and the clouds change color, and the roar shakes the world!"

Thousands of people recite in unison, thousands of voices come together in one breath, and the power of infection is as powerful as it is, and it seems to be able to penetrate the sky and the earth.

The leading man who came to present the calligraphy and painting gave a long sigh: "Oh! Young people are all pillars of original jade. Who doesn't seek talents and talents. But we already have a place to stay, so it's not easy to disturb. What's more, there are so many people I want to live in Wenhe Building but I can't, how can I go in so easily? If others find out, I'm afraid it will implicate my husband's reputation."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and arched: "It's late, there are many disturbances today, so I will take my leave first."

Yao Zhen has already gone downstairs, and now she is hiding in the dark, staring at them closely.

Mr. Chen seemed reluctant, and after exchanging pleasantries with the other party, he finally brought the teaching assistant down from the stone bridge.

Those people also turned and left.

After the people on both sides almost disappeared from sight, Yao Zhen went to the dark place on the other side, planning to cross the river by the second stone bridge in the direction those people walked.

At the same time, someone knocked lightly on the door of the disjointed room from outside.

"Young man Zhi?" someone outside called softly.

For a long time, there was no response.

The person did not leave, but gently opened the door, and at the same time, drew out a dagger.

The boy was sleeping soundly on the bed, breathing very lightly.

The person who came suddenly turned his eyes hard, raised the weapon in his hand and stabbed hard at him.

The dagger fell through and stuck on the bed.

The person who came immediately raised his head and stabbed hard in the other direction.

(End of this chapter)