The Legend of Shushan Xuanjian

Chapter 448

If you want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus with wine, it doesn't seem like you are a teenager.

——Excerpt from Liu Guo (Song) of "Tang Duoling · Reed Leaf Man Tingzhou"
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Under the lone willow tree in the southwest of Chang'an City, there are huge crowds of people, because today, Aunt Gongsun and "Thirteen Hairpins in Neon Clothes" are going to be beheaded here.

Aunt Gongsun and her disciples are famous all over the world, and they compete in dances on weekdays, attracting thousands of people.I didn't expect to fall into such a field today.The onlookers all sighed and sighed.

Although everyone regretted it, it was a serious case involving the assassination of the emperor.Accidentally labeled as an accomplice, implicating the nine clans.

Not only did he keep silent with the literati and poets who had been friends with Aunt Gongsun on weekdays, even the civil and military officials did not dare to intercede.

Today, the blue sky is clear and the sun is warm in winter, which is the perfect weather for execution.

Qimei Jianluo said to Yingxiu: "Jiumei, do you think Qingluan can think of a way to save us from the execution ground? His Majesty the Emperor loves her the most?"

Yingxiu sighed: "Oh, if it's something else, Qingluan might be able to handle it. But this time Master committed a serious crime of treason!
We can know this from no one watching.Those princes and nobles who are on good terms with Master on weekdays dare not even visit the prison, for fear of causing trouble to their upper body.It can be seen that the consequences are serious. "

Ruo Ling's eyes dimmed, and she wept, "Third Sister, Mr. Sima doesn't know what's wrong, I really want to see him again."

Hongxiao said disdainfully: "Your Mr. Sima, I can't see it. It's been more than ten days, and I haven't even seen a person. Even if you can't get into the prison, you can always ask someone to bring you a word.

On weekdays, it's all lies to lie to you! "

Ruo Ling put away her tears and said: "I don't believe it, there must be a reason for him not coming. It's a pity that I can't ask him face to face.

Let him go, whether you remember me or forget me, from now on, people and ghosts will go their own way. "

Hongxiao snorted coldly, and said: "If you don't believe me, go to 'Hongxiu Zhao' in two days to see if Mr. Sima is dating another pretty girl."

Jian Luoqi said: "Third sister, what do you mean, we can't die?"

Hongxiao closed her eyes and meditated, said: "Maybe."

Yingxiu said: "Third sister, how did you know?"

Hongxiao spat: "Nong's brain is out of order? Use your brain to cut. Don't always fall in love with each other, you will be fooled by the young masters.

With Qingluan's temperament, if she can't save Master, she will come to the execution ground to say goodbye to us today despite all difficulties, and see Master for the last time!
It hasn't come by this time, so I must have found a way! "

Jian Luo looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, and said expectantly: "Little Junior Sister, come quickly, if you don't come, Master and all the sisters will become ghosts under the knife!"

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"The hour has come, execution!"

Jianzhan Hou threw the torch, and a dozen executioners wearing red scarves and with broad shoulders drank strong wine, sprayed it on the head of the knife, and then raised the knife high.

"Close your eyes quickly." Many women blindfolded their children, unable to bear to look directly at them.

"Leave people under the knife!"

A soft shout came from a distance, and two steeds galloped towards the execution ground.

Jian Zhanhou was indifferent to the roar, and shouted at the executioner: "Do it!"

Dozens of snowflake swords were swung down in the air, drawing an arc, reflecting the dazzling light against the sunlight.

"Swish swish swish" several hidden weapons shot out from the crowd, hit the punishment knife and bounced the punishment knife away.The disciples of the Tang Sect who were hiding among the common people acted at a critical moment.

The horse is like a shooting star, and it arrives in an instant, it is Princess Qingluan and Bai Fu.

Princess Qingluan didn't wait for the steed to come to a stop, stepped on the stirrups, spun, jumped onto the execution platform, held up the gold medal of the dragon in her hand, and said to everyone: "Your Majesty has an order. The real culprit has been found out in this case. Aunt Gongsun and her disciples have no Sin, release immediately!"

Cheers erupted from the crowd, which shows that Aunt Gongsun is indeed loved by others.

Princess Qingluan walked up to Jian Zhanhou, kicked him over with a flick of her skirt.Princess Qingluan shouted to the soldiers on the left and right: "This beast dared to disobey the imperial decree, so I tied him up and handed him over to Dali Temple for strict investigation!"

Qingluan turned around, knelt down in front of Aunt Gongsun, and said in tears, "Master, my apprentice is late, and I have made you wronged."

Aunt Gongsun opened her beautiful eyes, sighed, and said, "Qingluan, you still found her?"

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The original clue has been broken, so we can only find another way.

Fang Shuliu is worthy of being a "catcher", and he found some clues from Zhang Xu's cursive script.

There are many dignitaries in the capital who know Aunt Gongsun, but those who can accurately capture the charm of Aunt Gongsun are the "sage of grass" Zhang Xu and the "sage of painting" Wu Daozi.These two people both realized the way of using brushes from Gongsun Da Niang's sword dance.

Zhang Xu from Wu, in particular, often saw Gongsun Da Niang dancing the Xihe sword in Ye County, and learned the artistic conception and charm of the brushwork from it. So far, the cursive script has made great progress, bold and unrestrained, unrestrained, and established a school of its own.

Fang Shuliu took Bai Fu to find Zhang Xu, wanting to know more about Aunt Gongsun.

Zhang Xuxing was addicted to alcohol, and answered irrelevant questions. He held crab claws in his left hand and the alchemy scripture in his right hand.After a few perfunctory words to the two of them, they fell asleep at the desk.

In Zhang Xu's house, although the walls are barren, the entire living room is full of handwritten banners.

'Catching God' is best at scouting the scene. When Zhang Xu fell asleep, he left without saying goodbye, and looked at Zhang Xu's calligraphy in the whole room by himself.

Bai Fu had copied the inscriptions in the forest of steles in the Hongwen Museum for several years, and seeing Zhang Xu's original works at this time was like entering a treasure house.

Zhang Xu's wild grass is grand and grand, free and unrestrained, but all stippling lines have rules: brush and ink, lines, like dragons and snakes, rigid and round; structure and layout are light and heavy at times, precipitous and complex, interpreting the legacy of wisdom; The momentum is sudden, volatile, and unstoppable like a violent storm.

Bai Fu flicked his finger in the air, using his finger as a substitute for the pen, copying Zhang Xu's handwriting in the air.I just feel hearty and dripping, forgetting both things and me.

Before Bai Fu finished copying, Fang Shuliu called Bai Fu aside, pointed to the two handwritings in the middle of the living room and asked: "According to the inscription, these two handwritings were written by Zhang Xu after watching the sword dance of Grandma Gongsun.

As far as I know, brother Bai is also a national player of Danqing.Can you see the clue? "

Bai Fu also worked hard for several years on the way of calligraphy. When he saw these two characters, he immediately found something strange in them.

These two pieces of characters are from the same year, and there is only a difference of three days before and after writing.

But the momentum of the two characters is very different: one is like a wild horse and a bird, running fast, the solitary canopy vibrating itself, flying low and flying, startled by the sand.

The other one is like paper falling from the sky and the earth, violently rising rapidly on the clouds and smoke, blind wind and rain, thunder and lightning.When I finished writing, the wind stopped and the clouds breathed, the air steamed and the clouds merged, and it was thousands of miles away.

Bai Fu shook his head and said, "No, with Zhang Changshi's exquisite technique, it's impossible to change so much in three days?"

Fang Shuliu nodded in praise and said, "That's right, the crux of these two words is not Zhang Xu, but Aunt Gongsun!"

　Tingzhou is full of reed leaves, and the cold sand belt is shallow. In 20 years, it has rebuilt the South Tower.The boat under Liuxia is still not stable, it can last for a few days, and it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival.

　　The yellow crane has broken its rocky head. Is the old man still here?The old country is full of new worries.If you want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and carry wine with you, it will be different in the end. You are young.

　　——"Tang Duoling · Lu Ye Man Tingzhou" Liu Guo (Song)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)