There were heavy rains in the morning and heavy rains in the evening, making the whole Hengxiang feel like it was trapped in a swamp.
The wind was particularly strong at night, and the unclosed window sash crackled and flapped, and the branches outside the window swayed wildly, disturbing the bright moon.
The gate of Wenhe Building of Lianfeng Academy is closed at the beginning of every day, but the scholars and talented people in the building can still walk around each other and recite poems and antiphons.
Fellow countrymen, friends, old and new confidants, no matter how old or young, from all over the world, they all like to gather together. There is also a forum for discussion specially set up by Dean Yang in the hall on the first floor. Every day
Everyone has an argument.
Tonight, I don’t know who took the lead. Singing came from the hall on the first floor. Gradually, everyone started singing, especially young people.
From "Together with Heaven" to "Song of Ambition", and then to "Serve the Country" and "He Changhong", two men played the piano and played the accompaniment below. Many people burst into tears and gradually started to wail loudly.
The sound of these songs 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 breeze.
His desk is filled with papers and covered with paperweights.
These pieces of paper were written by the four of them in the Yamen that day.
He, Xu Xiyi, and Hao Weifeng each wrote a thousand words.
Dong Yanjiang has two thousand per person.
What Yao Zhen didn't expect was that after they finished writing that day and left the Yamen, two soldiers from the Xia Army came to him in the evening, gave him the stack of papers, and asked him to read them all and think about what they found.
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There was no need to read the thousand words written by Yao Zhen himself. He really made some discoveries in the thousand words written by Xu Xiyi and Hao Weifeng. And in the two thousand words Dong Yanjiang racked his brains and wrote, he made even more discoveries.
Strange place.
For example, a few days before Zhuo Changzong died, he had been looking for craftsmen in the city.
He searched for carpenters, blacksmiths, embroiderers, even cooks, candy sellers, and painters.
Moreover, he also went to the ticket office and took out fifty taels of silver and took it with him.
Fifty taels, so heavy, Zhuo Changzong always carried it with him.
Although Dong Yanjiang is truly a pervert and even needs to be followed, no one of them would have known about Zhuo Changzong's strange behavior if it weren't for Dong Yanjiang.
Today, Yao Zhen went to find these craftsmen and learned that Zhuo Changzong was there to ask them questions.
There was a piece of paper in his hand. The patterns on the paper were exquisite and beautiful. At a glance, it was obvious that it was from the previous dynasty, but none of these craftsmen had seen it before.
Yao Zhen asked them if they still remembered the appearance of the pattern. Everyone shook their heads and said that the pattern was beautiful, like a symmetrical Begonia Ruyi pattern, but it looked simple but was extremely complex and well-organized. If you look closely at the long branches of the pattern,
It is actually a double-linked unicorn pattern.
Moreover, Zhuo Changzong asked them to keep it secret, so he specially brought fifty taels with him, and each craftsman would give a little as "hush money."
The reason why these craftsmen are willing to openly tell Yao Zhen now is because so many people have come to look for them in the past few days, and the ones who look for them the most are Xia Jiajun and Yamen.
Therefore, it was already an open secret anyway, so the craftsmen simply told him generously and exchanged it for a small amount of money in Yao Zhen's hand.
Now, Yao Zhen doesn't understand, where did Zhuo Changzong discover this pattern?
After Zhuo Changzong died, he helped tidy up his belongings, but he didn't find this thing. Where did it go?
The singing outside continued, and many people fell asleep in the house. After being awakened by the singing, they opened the door and went out to sing together.
As more and more people join in, the voice becomes louder and louder.
It's not that Yao Zhen doesn't like such high-spiritedness, but now he is very annoyed and annoyed, with thousands of knots in his heart.
At this moment, the singing stopped and the music of the piano played.
There are definitely many people present who are proficient in music. Those who dare to play the piano at this time not only have superb piano skills, but also have absolute self-confidence.
The sound of the two guqins is pure and the music is urgent and sonorous, just like thousands of soldiers and horses marching on the ground, giving orders and uttering wild words, marching into the snowy fields at night.
I came to play the piano because I suddenly felt like it. I didn’t decide in advance who would be the main player and who would be the assistant. For a while, it was difficult to distinguish the priority of the two piano sounds. You were anxious and I stopped, you rested and I chased. The piano sounds became more and more intensive, and the emotions were high and exciting.
If the sea clouds meet the formation, 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 attracted by the sound of the piano and listened attentively.
But as he listened, Yao Zhen's expression changed.
It was this song "Lamps on a Snowy Night". Yes, when Zhuo Changzong invited him to listen to the song, it happened to be this song. Zhuo Changzong said a lot to him.
At that time, Yao Zhen was busy thinking about how to argue with others, so he did not listen carefully.
Looking back now, Zhuo Changzong was very proud at that time and said that Hengxiang was a wonderful palace in the fairyland. He accidentally discovered a shocking talent. If he found it, he would be safe in this life.
Only now did Yao Zhen realize that it was not his world-shaking talent, but his world-shaking wealth.
Yes, Zhuo Changzong is arrogant and has an unyielding temper. There is no amazing talent in his eyes. Literati are accustomed to looking down on each other. Zhuo Changzong will not feel strong against anyone.
Yao Zhen suddenly felt extremely regretful, why had he treated him so perfunctorily at that time.
What was Zhuo Changzong busy with during that time?
There didn't seem to be anything special. He almost went in and out with them. However, Zhuo Changzong suggested that they go to some old chess clubs and taverns.
As soon as he arrived at those old chess clubs and old taverns, he would go and chat with the shopkeepers from all over the world.
Perhaps, it is not a free chat, but a cliché...
But unfortunately, no one could notice his weirdness at that time, let alone listen to what he talked about.
By the way, Yao Zhen suddenly remembered that there is still a letter.
In those months, Zhuo Changzong claimed that he had many letters from home, and often went to the Academy Post Office to read the letters.
On a few days, someone came personally to deliver the letter to Zhuo Changzong.
Thinking of this person, Yao Zhen was stunned.
The person who delivered the letter was not very handsome, and Yao Zhen couldn't remember his face clearly unless the person was standing in front of him. But now that he thought about it carefully, it seemed that he was not the Academy Postmaster.
There were eight people in Dongping Academy's post office. Yao Zhen knew all eight of them, and there was no one who sent the message.
He had always suspected that Zhuo Changzong's death was strange, so he didn't care whether he was respectful or polite. He went through all Zhuo Changzong's letters, 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 likely that Zhuo Changzong destroyed those letters on the spot after reading them...
Now, Zhuochang Zong has no way to get it, so he can only go to Yi Envoy to inquire.
A gust of cool breeze suddenly blew in from outside, blowing open the window sash completely.
There were two "clicks" and the window sash hit the walls on both sides.
As the chill poured in, Yao Zhen stood up and went over to close the window.
There was a stone bridge diagonally opposite his window. Normally after Hai hour, there would be almost no one on the stone bridge, but tonight there were four or five people talking on the stone bridge.
It looked like he was here to give a gift. In addition to an exquisite scroll, there were also two rectangular brocade boxes.
Yao Zhen looked away, but was suddenly startled and looked there again, his eyes fixed on an entourage holding a rectangular brocade box.
There are such coincidences in the world. Just now I was thinking about this person, and now this person appears.
Isn't he the one who sent the letter to Zhuo Changzong in the first place!
Yao Zhen immediately turned around and ran downstairs quickly.
A few people on the bridge were still laughing and talking.
The two people near Wenhe Building are 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 appeared in front of him.
Mr. Chen's eyes were filled with astonishment, and he slowly read out the poem above: "Three or four songs of wind and moon in the dusk sky, clear songs on the water and shadows fill the city. I don't know where I am. I came back late, but I asked the world where I live."
"I haven't seen you for many years. Mr. Meng's painting skills have become even better!" Mr. Chen said. "Where has Mr. Meng been in recent years? It was a prosperous time for the literary world to study and study. I have been thinking about it and looking forward to Meng Gong's visit to Hengxiang. This time
It is a great pity that it is difficult for him to come."
"My husband met with a calamity on the road. He is ill and cannot come to study in this world. He is also very sorry." said the leading man.
"Oh! By the way, sir, if you don't dislike it, why not stay in Wenhe Building for these few nights?" Mr. Chen said, looked back and smiled, "Listen, this is Wenhe Building Night
The night is like this, the young people are full of enthusiasm, embracing the bright moon, and there is a bright and refreshing breeze. If you stay here, you will definitely find a large number of like-minded people, and you can discuss Taoism with Meng Gong when you go back."
The piano duel has ended, but now instead of singing loudly, thousands of people are chanting and reciting. What is being chanted and recited is the message of the world's literati: "Gentlemen, you and I are both literati, who is willing to
Confined to this eve of the year, leaving hatred outside the history books, stopping in front of the country, and joining hands with the great cause! Who is willing to just sigh at the hardships of the common people, and don’t want to reach up to the sky, protect the common people, and be brave in the world! Husband!
The pride should be like the long wind running across the field, the clouds covering the eight hectares, the pride as high as the sky, and the spirit rising into the sky! Fight against the troubled times, compete with the world, kill ghosts and gods with a pen, and determine the world with words! Like a hidden dragon soaring into the sky, and a crouching tiger born.
When the mountains collapse, you step on the clouds, the wind and clouds change color, and the roar shakes the entire wilderness!"
Thousands of people recited it at the same time, and thousands of voices merged into one breath. The power of infection was like a powerful force, and it seemed that it could penetrate the sky and the earth.
The man who came to present the calligraphy and painting gave a long sigh: "Alas! Young people are all pillars. Who doesn't seek talents and talents? But we already have a place to stay, so it's not easy to disturb us. What's more, there are so many people.
I want to live in Wenhe Building but I can't. How can I get in so easily? If others find out, it will probably affect my reputation."
After saying this, he raised his hand and said, "It's getting late and there will be many interruptions today, so I'll take my leave first."
Yao Zhen has already gone downstairs and is now hiding in the dark, staring at them closely.
Mr. Chen seemed reluctant to give up. After some pleasantries with the other party, he finally came down from the stone bridge with his assistant.
Those people also turned and left.
After the two parties had almost disappeared from sight, Yao Zhen walked to the dark place on the other side, intending to cross the river through the second stone bridge in the direction where those people were walking.
At the same time, someone knocked gently on the door of the separated room from outside.
"Young Master Zhi?" someone outside called in a low voice.
For a long time, there was no response.
This person did not leave, but gently opened the door and at the same time, pulled out a dagger.
The boy was sleeping soundly on the bed, breathing very softly.
The person who came suddenly had sharp eyes, raised the weapon in his hand and stabbed him hard.
The dagger missed and stuck on the bed board.
The person who came immediately raised his head and stabbed hard in the other direction.
