Delong

第89章 煮鹤行（18）（5k2合1）

After listening to this poem, Xie Minghe was silent for a while, just staring at the other party.

On the other hand, Zhang Xing felt uncomfortable at the thought of going to the river for a quick rinse, but after a while he thought of something, and quickly explained:

"Forgive me, sir, this old country does not refer to anything. The use of diction, one is to use allusions, to extend intentionally, and the other is to dispel charms and return to the original meaning of the words... The old country is the country that used to exist here in the past. There is nothing wrong with it. Pointing to it, thinking about the old country is only thinking about the scenery and people of the old country... However, there is no literary inquisition these days, so Mr. Xie shouldn't be so entangled, right?"

"I'm not obsessed with this." Xie Minghe finally spoke, but with a sigh. "What about your poem... Barely ok, barely ok... It's just that the mountains surround the homeland, and the mountains surround the homeland. Lonely, lonely... Zhang Sanlang, you are really, really... how can you call me desperately?" Where is Sanlang? Do you know why I left here back then, and would rather wander around Bachu for many years than return home?"

Zhang Xing stood with his arms tied, and answered seriously: "I can probably guess... With Mr. Xie's age, it is nothing more than the matter of the extermination of Chen, or the matter of Yang Bin and Jiang Dong's rebellion... Killed a lot, leading to some past events... ...So I didn't kill anyone this time, and it was indeed because of a lack of food, and I was afraid that a large-scale requisition from the common people would lead to a rebellion."

Xie Minghe shook his head: "Broken mirrors can be reunited, but dead people can't be brought back to life... You didn't kill anyone, but I actually... like it very much."

Zhang Xing knew that the other party intended to say that he was very grateful, but the other party's pride did not allow him to say gratitude, not to mention from the other party's point of view, after all, it was him, the court minion, who was stealing and plundering.However, he also roughly guessed that the other party should have some close friends, relatives, or even confidante, who died in the previous large-scale war, so they traveled abroad all year round.

Compared with Wang Zhongxin, who only lived in the mountains, his home was raided and no one was seen, this was quite a bit of a movement and stillness, which complemented each other.

"Let's go!"

Xie Minghe sat there for a long time, and he didn't know how many times he chanted to himself, his eye circles were going to be red, but suddenly he let out a long sigh, and stretched out his hand to grab Zhang Xing's shoulder. "If you want to take in all the scenic spots in Jiangdong, how can you stay in a mere stone city?"

After saying this, he rose into the air again.

However, by the time they landed again, the sky had already completely turned into twilight, and there was no vision at all. Unsurprisingly, Xie Minghe didn't force him too much. Instead, he meditated on the spot and only said to wait for dawn—of course, he The reason why they flew here was because they couldn't hold back their emotions and were afraid of losing their temper.

And Zhang Xing had no choice but to turn around, but he didn't dare to run, so he simply meditated and got his pulse.

Tired all night, he had a pulse in the first half of the night, and fell asleep leaning against a mound in the second half of the night, but was awakened by the warmth of the direct sunlight on the second day——Zhang Xing woke up and looked around quickly, only wishing that he was a master with the demeanor of a master, After getting a poem, he flew away by himself in the middle of the night.

The so-called waving my sleeves will not take away a cloud.

"What is Zhang Sanlang looking for?"

On an earthen platform more than ten steps away, there was a man with a high crown and long sleeves, sitting still, with beard and hair fluttering like a fairy, it was not that Xie Minghe or someone else. "But looking for me?"

"Yes."

Zhang Xing yawned and said something. "I thought that Mr. Xie would leave at night, so that everyone would leave a step for each other, which would be good for everyone, but I didn't want Mr. Xie to still be here...Mr. Xie, let's not talk about the sunny weather today and how it is for people to see. Just say that you and I meet a bosom friend in the mountains and rivers, although it is rare and happy, but Jiangdu Daying, the county government, and my chief who relies on the sword may not know that we have become close brothers. But now in Jiangning City, your family , I'm afraid it has already become difficult, and the other seven families of the Eight Great Families will hate you alone...Of course, that was just a misunderstanding, if Mr. Xie was not here, where would they still have a chance to celebrate the New Year?"

"That's right, if it weren't for me and Wang Zhongxin, how could they have a chance to celebrate the New Year?"

Xie Minghe let out a long sigh. "But to be honest, I did leave on purpose last night... But it's different from what you think, I just want to throw you into the river, and then I also want to throw you away from this house, so that I can turn into a real bird." The wild cranes here never come back again, just like the phoenixes in this land... I just thought that your poems are not bad, and I can't bear to let you sink into the bottom of the river to make fish and meat wontons, so I stayed."

Zhang Xing gave a dry laugh, then looked around, only to see a bare earthen platform and a few rotten wood walls standing on the mountain, and there were no writings on it, and he didn't know where it was, except that it was still next to the Yangtze River and could be seen in the morning sun. A clear view of Jiangning City and Jiangxinzhou is a little reassuring.

"This is Phoenix Mountain in the southwest of Jiangning City."

Xie Minghe spoke earnestly on stage. "Back then when the Tang family was traveling south, people were at a loss. Suddenly, a phoenix appeared on this mountain. If it is in the shape of a bird, it is called a phoenix, and most of the phoenixes are under the seat of the Chidi empress, so they thought it was the explanation given by the Chidi empress. According to my ancestors, a female saint of the True Fire Sect practiced here in the past. When the Tang family went south, she ordered the True Fire Sect to cross the great river to the north, and received countless refugees. They were resettled in Jianghuai, made great achievements, and finally became certified. Jackie Chan, soaring in the shape of a phoenix. But no matter what, it has been almost 500 years, and it has gone through the Six and Seven Dynasties."

After Zhang Xing listened, he jumped up, put his hands together and stomped his feet to get off the earthen platform: "Then this place is not the Phoenix Tower, but the Phoenix Terrace? Thinking about it, it was once a grand scene?"

"Not bad." Xie Minghe sighed. "There used to be the Phoenix Tower and the Phoenix Terrace here, which have been destroyed and rebuilt many times... Is there any suitable poem?"

"Yes." Zhang Xing froze all night, and it was considered to be lingering with the other party for half a day, knowing that the other party would not really kill him, but gradually relaxed. "There is a seven-character poem, but I'm afraid Mr. Xie won't be able to catch it."

"What do you mean?"

"My seven laws, although not neat enough, are enough to overwhelm all the seven laws in the world." Zhang Xing shook his head in response.

"Since ancient times, Qilu has emphasized meter, otherwise what is it called Qilu?" Xie Minghe sneered. "If it is not neat enough, it will naturally lose three points, let alone overwhelm all the seven laws of the world? Do you know that this is where the Phoenix Tower is located, and it has left dozens of top-quality seven laws in the past 500 years!"

"If that's the case, why not take a gamble?" Zhang Xing's body warmed up from the sun, but his mood became more and more relaxed. "I think that Mr. Xie is also a decent person. Whether the poem is good or not, the husband has his own knowledge; whether he recognizes it or not, the husband has his own bearing!"

"What's the bet?" Xie Minghe asked in the sunlight. "Are you going to let me go?"

"Is it feasible?" Zhang Xing asked back again.

"Of course it's possible." Xie Minghe responded immediately. "Let's write poetry..."

"Dare to ask where is the other side?" Zhang Xing thought for a while, but he was not in a hurry to write a poem, but pointed out.

"Liuhe Mountain..." Xie Minghe responded quietly. "Where King Yu died, he refused to cross the land of Jiangdong."

Zhang Xing chattered, then pointed to Jiang Xinzhou again: "Does this Jiangxinzhou in front of Jiangning have another name?"

"It seems to be called Meizizhou. It looks like a slender plum. It may also grow plums in the continent." Xie Minghe answered well, but couldn't urge him in time. "Where's your Seven Laws?"

Zhang Xing did not answer directly, but took out the embroidered knife from his waist, and held it upside down to the other party: "I'll read it, sir, you can imitate my home inspection, and engrave it on this platform. If there is no land on the platform, it will be engraved on the rock .”

Xie Minghe glanced at the other party, rolled the knife across the air, and laughed instead: "It's a bit imposing, but it's a pity that there is no wine!"

Zhang Xing shook his head coldly, and his momentum became stronger: "If the poem is good, it is enough to intoxicate people."

"Sing it! Sing it!"

Xie Minghe jumped up, the true energy of his left hand emerged out of thin air, like a real vine, entangled a rock, and the right hand came out with luck, the blade was covered by green light, blooming with green light, like flowing water.

Without hesitation, Zhang Xing blurted out:

"The people of the past have turned into phoenixes, and the Phoenix Tower is vacant here.

The phoenix is ​​gone and never returns, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years.

Qingchuan has experienced Liuhemu, and Fangcao has luxuriant Meizizhou.

Where is Rimu Township Pass?The Yanbo River makes people worry. "

Xie Minghe didn't say a word, the embroidered knife and pen in his hand walked like a snake, finished writing on the stone, but stood under the rock again, silent for a long time.

"Is it done?" Zhang Xing urged. "Can you let me go?"

"It's a good poem, but there are three phoenixes in a row, and the words and sentences are repeated, obviously breaking the rhythm." Xie Minghe hesitated for a moment, then looked back. "Do you want to play another song?"

"Mister is too much."

Zhang Xing was finally furious...he couldn't help but be angry, because he really couldn't remember Li Taibai's other song "Fenghuangtai"...so he quickly changed the subject.

"I know that Mr. Xie is angry. The ransacking of the house this time is indeed the abuse and oppression of Jiangdong by the Wei court, but how can this matter be counted on our group of eagle dogs? We were ordered to come to Jiangdong to collect food, almost Putting yourself in the shoes of others, he chose the best way to solve the problem. But what about Mr.? Mr. is full of skills and grievances. He can neither violate the overall situation between the north and the south, nor stop his own fish and meat town. But he can only find me as a white ribbon ... If Mr. Wang Zhongxin, who is sitting peacefully on Jingting Mountain, knows, he will probably laugh at your Excellency."

"So, between you and me, it's all my fault that you stole my house?" Xie Minghe finally lost the depression of last night, and laughed with a knife under the seven rhythm poems.

"No, of course I was also at fault. My fault was that I knew that the imperial court was overly abusing the people of Jiangdong, but I was in the middle of the situation, and I was weak and unable to resist. Take a handful from the nest to save the Valley of Time."

Zhang Xing answered proudly, confidently. "But Mr. Xie has more mistakes than me...

"First of all, Mr. Xie's fault is the same as mine, knowing that it was the Great Wei court's fault, but he couldn't resist.

"Secondly, the great Wei's abuse of Jiangdong was mainly due to the abuse of the local common people. The Eight Great Families will eventually have enough to spare. If they are afraid of being tabooed by the court, they will not provide relief. However, Mr. Xie, as the leader of the Eighth Family of Jiangdong, On the contrary, indulgent family members add fuel to the fire, making Jiangdong people's livelihood more difficult, just like the head in the fire and the feet in the ice... Isn't this a sin?

"Finally, it's Mr. Xie's own attitude. He is capable, but he evades everywhere, hiding left and right...as if he wants to ignore world affairs...but in fact, he still visits Stone City in the middle of the night and weeps in secret. Like a woman; she loses some gold, silver and grain at home, and she is a little angry, but she wants to show off her skills and play with a person who has no resistance, but she doesn't know what is the use of doing so?"

Besides, Zhang Xing just didn't want to continue writing poems at the beginning, and wanted the other party to admit defeat and let him go, but for some reason, after the sentence fell down, he might have realized that the other party was not a corrupt person, but gradually became stronger and stronger. Angry.

"Let's not talk about the former, and I don't want to say the latter, because it's hard to say." Xie Minghe was silent for a long time, and asked earnestly. "You said that my family has added fuel to the fire, making the people of Jiangdong feel like they are facing fire and water. Do you have evidence?"

"Does loan shark count? Jiangdong's loan sharks are all made by the manors below the eight families. Zhenhuoguan dare not do it for fear of violating the taboo of the supreme empress!" Zhang Xing retorted immediately, almost blurting out. "Nan Chen has been gone for 20 years, did the Zun family stop distributing the people's hard-earned money for half a day?"

Xie Minghe was slightly taken aback.

"This is a big one, and I don't have time to fix it." Zhang Xing continued to sneer as he saw the other party's bewildered state and became more angry. "One more thing, I planned to do it before I left... The imperial court has high taxes, and the lower government falsely reports the acres of land, and the people suffer. At this time, the river banks, seaside tidal flats, and mountain grasslands are the places where the people pick wild vegetables and aquatic products to survive. But in several counties in the east of the river, this mountain is surrounded by someone to see the scenery, and that beach is surrounded by someone who raises geese and cranes...is this considered a virtuous thing?"

"Raising geese..."

"Of course I know why geese are raised!" Zhang Xing snapped. "It's for the sake of practicing calligraphy! Why do you raise cranes? I also know, isn't it because in the 500 years of the Southern Dynasties, a cultural atmosphere of using cranes as a metaphor for noble people has been formed, and the aristocratic families want to use cranes to show face and follow the trend. Isn’t that how Mr. Xie’s name came from? Didn’t your house have a fence? And because of these messy things, cranes and geese are used to kill people. Standing up, complaining about yourself? Writing poems to humiliate you is already giving me face! If I had known that you are so shameless, I would just leave nothing behind and let you cry when you come back!"

At this point, Zhang Xing's tone was extremely intense:
"The eight great families in Jiangdong are doomed to perish. Mister should have known about it long ago, but now that they have got the advantage, how can they pretend to be sour?!"

After finishing speaking in one breath, Zhang Xing looked at the other party's knife like green water, and was startled. Naturally, he felt regretful, but it was hard to pretend to be cowardly when he said something just now, so he had to stand there with his hands behind his back. The head is straight, the chest is raised and the belly is protruding, and the appearance is disdainful.

But dare not say a word.

On the other side, after hearing this, Xie Minghe sighed, but just turned around and left the inscription on the poem with a knife - brocade clothes and white ribbons, desperately written by Sanlang Zhang Xingzuo.

After finishing writing, Fu threw the knife over again, and then he raised his sleeves and said:
"Zhang Sanlang said it well... some things I have never thought about, and it is my fault; but some things, I have thought about them for a long time, but I can't change them for a while... And, let's put aside these angry words today, After all, you were the one who insulted my family first, so you can't say that I've lost all reason?"

Zhang Xing could only sarcastically, how could he not know, after all, he was the one who made fun of it first?
"However, I am indeed someone who likes poetry and prose, and that's why we have this fate." Xie Minghe laughed instead. "That's good. I've already noticed the spirit of Zhang Sanlang's poetry. You can write a poem with me casually, as long as it's not too bad... Not only will I let you go, but I will also form a relationship with you and take you to the My family has a drink, a meal, and pay homage to Sanhui and Siyu together, and set up a bosom friend."

Zhang Xing heard it, one is to get away, so he naturally agrees, and the other is, just because the other party is willing to admit his mistakes, he is definitely an incorrigible person, and he also somewhat agrees, so after thinking for a long time, he suddenly restrained himself Question: "Brother Xie, how many years ago did he start to travel all the year round?"

"It's been 21 years since Chen Guo was destroyed." Xie Minghe sighed slightly. "I was younger than you at that time, and it was here that I saw Yang Bin go south on a boat, flaunting his power like a river god, and then put out the last sliver of strife."

"I remember that there was an allusion in Jiangdong, one was about dancing cranes to commemorate the dead, and the other was about watching chess for a hundred years, and it was a bad game?" Zhang Xing continued to ask.

"The former is the allusion of the Yu family's old life in Huaibei, which happened before the Nandu. The latter has similar legends from all over the world." Xie Minghe continued to hold his hands together. "How? Is the wording ready?"

"Brother Xie, if you can trust me and take me home, you don't need to have a banquet, you have to buy wine yourself, and then go directly to the ancestral hall and pay your respects!" Zhang Xing didn't know that the other party had already stepped down the steps, so he simply bent over and picked it up. Saber, slowly to the right. "When we are sworn brothers, we can write poetry well. After I leave, brother can read it later."

Xie Minghe nodded, stretched out his hand, rose into the air, and turned back to Jiangdong's mansion in a short while.

Over there, swords were already on the verge of breaking out, and the Jinyi Patrollers who stayed here saw Zhang Xing coming back together, so they hurriedly sent someone to invite themselves to inspect.

Unexpectedly, since the two landed on the ground, they didn't care about the crossbows and knives in the front yard, but went to the ancestral hall. Then, amidst the stunned eyes of the Xie family, Danyang officials and Jinyi patrolling who were nervously accompanying them, they first looked at the three Hui Jinzhu bowed three times, bowed to each other on all sides, bowed to each other again in the hall, and then called people to bring wine and water, and each had a glass of wine.

After the ceremony was completed, Zhang Xing called Qin Bao across the way, took out the white paper and hard charcoal pen that the scout was carrying with him, wrote a poem on the spot, folded it, stuffed it into Xie Minghe's sleeve, and said goodbye.

Seeing that Zhang Sanlang went out and told the officers and soldiers to stay away, Xie Minghe opened the paper, but was silent for three times.

It turns out that the charcoal pencil hastily scribbled, but still got a poem:
"Bashan Chushui is desolate, abandoned in 21 years.

Nostalgia is empty for Xinghe Fu, and it looks like a Lanke person in the countryside.

Thousands of sails passed by the side of the sinking boat, Wan Muchun in front of the diseased tree.

Today is a poem for the emperor, temporarily relying on a glass of wine to grow the spirit. "

Xie Minghe looked at it for a long time, then moved his foot suddenly, but couldn't help but burst into tears on the spot.

It also made the onlookers of the Xie clan even more frightened.

PS: Thank you Bachelor A for being cute again, I am very grateful...and continue to wish everyone an early year...truly 2 in 1...good night everyone.

(End of this chapter)