The legend of the king of crossing

Chapter 288

I smiled: "That's right, our Ling'er is so capable, it's too late for your father to be happy."

Fang Ling smiled and said: "Brother, you only know that Ling'er is capable, but the Chengwei Escort's profits are due to the growing business of Shifeng Trading Company. I should thank you brother for that."

"Thank you, I'm your brother, not to mention a great man once said, let a few people get rich first, and then let these people drive everyone to get rich together, that's the right way,"

"This sentence is quite correct. Only when everyone is rich is the real wealth. However, this great man is from that ancient book of yours, right?"

In a blink of an eye, we have reached the east section of Su Causeway.

"Brother, here is the famous Broken Bridge Remnant Snow," Fang Ling pointed to the distance, "Over there is the Outer Lake, and to the north is the lonely mountain. This Broken Bridge is the junction of the Outer Lake and Wuli Lake, and it is also the The best place to watch the snow scenery of West Lake in winter,"

Following the direction that Fang Ling pointed, one could see the stairs undulating up and down. Under the snow cover, it was like paving jade and laying jade, crystal clear, and a kind of glamorous beauty was immediately visible.

"What a broken bridge with remnant snow," I recalled a comment on the broken bridge in the West Lake during the Ming Dynasty, and read, "The victory of the West Lake is that the clear lake is not as good as the rainy lake, the rainy lake is not as good as the moon lake, and the moon lake is not as good as the snow lake. How many people are there in this world who lead the mountains and rivers?

Lin'an is located in the south of the Yangtze River, and the snow season is short every year, and heavy snow days are even rarer. Once it is covered with silver makeup, it will create a snowy lake scene that is completely different from the usual and usual scenery.

Fang Ling nodded slightly and said: "Well, it makes sense, brother, so are you considered an absolute?"

Instead of answering, I asked rhetorically, "Ling'er, there is another classic in the middle, do you want to hear it?"

"Classic, of course I want it,"

"Ling'er, listen up," I raised my voice slightly, "Moon Lake is not as good as Snow Lake, and Snow Lake is not as good as Ling Lake."

"The lake in the sunny day, the lake in the rain, the lake in the moonlight, the lake in the snow, where is the spirit lake?"

"West Lake with Ling'er is called Linghu, and this Linghu is the real wonder in the world,"

Fang Ling was overjoyed, and said angrily, "Brother, you are talking nonsense about this so-called classic."

"No, no, this sentence is the true portrayal of your brother and my heart," I said holding Fang Ling's hand.

If the mountain is not high, it will be famous if there are immortals; if the water is not deep, it will be spirited if there are dragons.

Liu Yuxi's famous saying is quite similar to Jing Youxinsheng's meaning here. Although I know that Fang Ling and Le Lingshan are not the same person, whenever I am with Fang Ling, I subconsciously regard her as Le Lingshan. Ling fir.

Being with the one you love is the best in the world.

Time passed slowly, and towards the evening, small snowflakes began to float in the sky again. At this time, most of the people who visited and enjoyed the snow went home, and there were fewer and fewer people around. Fang Ling and I came to the shore of West Lake In one of the pavilions, through the sparse snowflakes, looking at the distant scenery, we leaned on each other, as if we were in an elegant, quiet, crystal clear fairy tale world. Snowflakes fell, filtering and purifying all impurities, , the air has become so fresh, the soul has become so pure, and the world has become so beautiful.

We enjoy this tranquility, this happiness, everything outside the pavilion no longer exists, the snowflakes seem to have completely separated the world, and only Fang Ling and I are left in the world.

After a long time, Fang Ling murmured: "Brother, sing a song for Linger."

"Well, when it's snowing, I'll sing Linger a song about snow called "Love in the Snow"," I coughed and sang in a low voice.

,,,,,.

love in the snow, love in the snow

dream in snow

Infatuation is exchanged for a lifetime of tears

love in the snow, love in the snow

I walk alone in the snow

how much heroic pride

only with you

go with you

Only then can the dream be pursued.

After singing a song, Fang Ling can remember it completely, only to see Fang Ling lightly move her red lips and spit out Xu Yan, singing softly, "Love in the snow, love in the snow, dream in the snow is not awake, infatuation is exchanged for a lifetime of tears, only with Only when you walk together can you pursue your dreams."

Fang Ling's voice was extremely clear and sweet, even though he lowered his voice, it still echoed in the pavilions like the sounds of nature.

"The lingering sound lingers for three days," I praised.

"Brother," Fang Ling leaned on my shoulder and called softly.

Just after Xu time (7:[-] p.m.), heavy snow fell, and it was getting heavier and denser. It was not the same as the heavy snow in the early morning. It's like snow and wind.

There are almost no pedestrians on the road. In this weather, even the most romantic poets and naughtiest children are unwilling to go out to find inspiration and go out to play.

In front of the Prime Minister's Mansion, a figure appeared indistinctly.

Wearing a bamboo hat on his head, Yang Lian Zhenjia was walking towards the gate of Xiangfu. Dense snowflakes fell on his body, the cold wind blew up the monk's robe, and the bamboo hat was completely covered by snow. However, all this seemed to have no effect on Yang Lian Zhenjia, and he still maintained at a slow pace.

"Bah, bah," Yang Lian Zhenjia knocked on the gate of Jia's mansion.

"There are still people who will come to the door in this kind of ghostly weather," the servant of the Xiangfu muttered a few words in his mouth, but he opened the door quickly. Most people are either rich or noble, but they cannot afford to offend.

"The poor monk Lian really begged to see the Grand Master,"

"Ah, it's the master, please wait a moment," the servant opened the door and saw that it was Jia Sidao's distinguished guest, so he hurried in to report.

"Master Lianzhen, please come in quickly." Not long after, Yang Lian Zhenjia saw Jia Xuan, the chief steward of Jia's mansion, coming quickly.

"Thank you sir, sir,"

"Master, don't be too polite, Mr. Xiang is in the study, please,"

The heating facilities in Jia’s mansion are no less than that of the imperial palace. There are two worlds inside and outside the house. Jia Sidao leaned on the grand teacher’s chair with his eyes slightly closed, and he didn’t know what he was thinking. De Jia Sidao's face is ruddy.

"The poor monk Lian really sees the grand master," Yang Lian Zhenjia put his hands together and said.

"Master, why did you come here in such a snowstorm?"

"My lord, the poor monk will leave tomorrow to go north, so I'm here to say goodbye to the grand master."

"Northbound," Jia Sidao opened his eyes, pointed to the seat beside him with his left hand, and then said after motioning for Yang Lian Zhenjia to sit down, "Lin'an is already very cold, let alone the north."

Yang Lian Zhenjia said: "The Grand Master does not know something. A few years ago, the poor monk met an eminent monk with Taoism in the Tushita Temple in the north. At that time, the issue of "where does life come from and where does death go?" They had different opinions, and neither of them could convince the other, so they made an appointment to meet at the Tushita Temple at the end of this year, and discuss the Tao again in order to prove the Dharma."

"A discussion of life and death,"

"Exactly,"

Jia Sidao said lightly: "Life and death are cyclical things. There is no life in life, and there is no death in death. There is no such thing as coming and going."

After Yang Lian Zhenjia heard it, he couldn't help being taken aback for a moment, then put his hands together again, recited "Amitabha", and praised with great respect: "What the grand master said is very true. There is no life and death, so where does the grand master come from?" With the Buddha root of wisdom, it is endowed with extraordinary insight, one word awakens the dreamer, and the poor monk is taught."

This time, Yang Lian Zhenjia was not flattering, but fully approved of Jia Sidao's remarks.

"The old man just said casually, why is Huixin, Master, you don't have to take it seriously," Jia Sidao laughed, "Master will not come back until after a year, right?"

"Well, it's snowing and snowing in the north today, and the journey is very inconvenient. It will take at least one or two months to go back and forth,"

"Jia Xuan, go and get some food and drink,"

"Yes, Mr. Xiang,"

"Master, I remember you said before that you learned your physiognomy from an eminent monk in the north. I don't know if the master will meet that eminent monk on this trip north."

Yang Lian Zhenjia pretended to be thinking, and said later: "Master Taishi, that eminent monk will occasionally go to Tushita Temple to give lectures, but I don't know if the poor monk is destined to see him."

Jia Sidao nodded and said, "It really depends on fate."

"Why does the Grand Master need to ask that eminent monk?"

Just as Jia Sidao was about to answer, he saw Jia Xuan coming and said, "Master, first drink some wine and eat some food."

"Yes, my lord,"

Yang Lian Zhenjia raised his glass and said: "The poor monk wandered around. The biggest gain in recent years is getting to know the grand master. The poor monk borrowed the wine from the grand master to offer a glass of wine to the grand master. I hope that the grand master's wishes will come true in the coming year, too. Teacher, please,"

"Well, after drinking this cup," Jia Sidao poured the wine for Yang Lian Zhenjia himself, "Master Lianzhen, I also feel the same way, this year is extremely difficult for me, the only gain is getting to know the master You, come, the old man will give you a cup in return, "

"Thank you Grand Master for giving me the wine,"

"Lianzhen, the last time you interviewed this old man, you asked him to keep silent and wait for the opportunity, but the old man seems to be getting smarter and wiser, so I would like to ask your physiognomy master to calculate the exact time , let's see how long this old man will endure, "

"Well, Master Grand Master, the physiognomy teacher of the poor monk is not only good at observing faces, but also proficient in celestial phenomena. If there is a coincidence this time, the poor monk will definitely ask the eminent monk to explain a thing or two, thinking that the grand master will solve the problem. "

Jia Sidao thought for a while, and then said: "Lianzhen, if that eminent monk is willing, no matter how much it costs, please invite him to come and see you, how about it?"

Yang Lian Zhenjia said: "Grand Master, if you meet, the poor monk will convey what the Grand Master said."

"Okay, Master Lianzhen, have a drink,"

The two of you had a drink, and I drank a drink for about half an hour, and I don't know how many glasses I drank.

"Teacher, the poor monk is too weak to drink, and he has to get up early tomorrow for a long journey, so I will leave now."

"Okay, the old man won't keep you anymore." Jia Sidao took out a pure gold medal from his bosom and said, "Master, this medal is the Duke's medal that ranks fourth in the title of my dynasty. It will be very convenient for me to give this chapter to you when I travel outside all the year round.”

"Grand Master, this is too expensive, the poor monk dare not accept such a heavy gift,"

The titles of the Song Dynasty are divided into six categories: Wang, Gong, Hou, Bo, Zi, and Nan. Among them, the title of king is basically limited to those of the Zhao royal family, and the rest is the most important. Although the medal of the Duke of the Kingdom has no real power, But in the Song Dynasty, no one knew about it, and no one dared to commit crimes. Everyone knew that there were only a few Dukes in the Song Dynasty, and they were all at the level of prime ministers in the court. Who could afford to offend them?