Chapter 305 The King Meets the King (asking for votes)
Wang Wei signaled Xue Tong to buy some osmanthus cake, honey kernel cake, and half a catty of strawberries. Xue Tong then congratulated the old temple: "Old god, my young master would like to use your temple to rest, please do it."
convenient.("")"
The old temple congratulated: "Easy to say, easy to say, sir. Please do it."
Wang Wei then went up to the wooden building on the left side of the City God's Temple. She had heard Zhang E talk about this wooden building. The year before last, when the lanterns were put out in Longshan during the Lantern Festival, scoundrels and pretty boys would come here to seduce virile men. But this time it was...
In an empty building, Wang Wei ate a few pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, leaned on the railing and looked down at the turning direction of the mountain road, thinking: "If I stand here, I can see Mr. Jie when he goes up the mountain."
In the early morning, the mountain road is quiet, with a few birds jumping and pecking. The morning sun shines over the blue-white stone steps, the rugged rocks, the grass struggling out of the cracks in the rocks, the birds with colorful feathers, and the scattered wild flowers... The moonlight makes
The scenery is hazy in ink color, but the sunlight makes all colors come alive——
Wang Wei looked at all this with a smile, and did not deliberately think about it, but a certain sentence, a certain action or expression that she said to Zhang Yuan last night would emerge spontaneously, making her heart full of happiness——
It must have been the beginning of the morning, when the birds on the mountain path suddenly flew up in fright, and someone came up the mountain. First there were two maids, holding cloth bags, followed closely by a young couple who turned out of the corner of the mountain path. The man was dressed in green trousers.
, the woman wore light makeup and walked up the mountain with her hands, looking very affectionate. There were two healthy servants behind the couple, carrying food boxes——
The group of six people walked to the Chenghuang Temple and were greeted warmly by the old Miao Zhu. A healthy servant bought a small jar of rice wine from the old Miao Zhu and said he wanted to rest in the temple. The old Miao Zhu had forgotten that a young scholar had gone in first.
He didn't forget that he didn't care, and said: "It's easy to talk about, please do as you please."
Xue Tong, who was on the empty building on the left, was chewing honey kernel cake and said vaguely: "Wei Gu, someone is coming up."
Wang Wei said: "There is no way, this mountain must be overcrowded today - remember, call me Young Master."
There was a sound on the floor, and a maidservant came up first. When she saw Wang Wei, she said "Ah" and quickly turned around and said, "Miss, someone is already here."
Another maid then came up, glanced at Wang Wei's master and servant, and winked at the maid who arrived first. The maid remained silent. The young couple walked up the corridor, and the young woman with light makeup turned away from Wang Wei.
Facing him, the young master Qing Jin bowed to Wang Wei, smiled with his eyes wide open, but said nothing. He took the young woman's hand and walked to the other end of the corridor——
Wang Wei returned the gift and was greatly surprised. She was very discerning about people. At first glance, she thought that Mr. Qing Jin was a woman disguised as a man. Looking at his walking posture, he had bound feet, the same as hers.
They are Yangzhou Little Feet, and the big toe is not bent, so it has little effect on walking. However, if you observe carefully, there are still some differences in the walking gait between Yangzhou Little Feet and unwrapped feet——
Wang Wei thought to herself: "That young woman is indeed a young woman, with a hint of sadness. She seems to be a few years older than the young master Qing Jin who is disguised as a man. The young master Qing Jin cannot be more than twenty years old. The two people have quite similar appearances.
They must be sisters—it’s really strange for sisters to pretend to be husband and wife and come to visit the mountains!”
A healthy servant brought two chairs and asked the pair to sit on them. Then they stood in the middle of the corridor with their hands crossed, acting as a screen to block Wang Wei's sight.
That chair was from the temple. Xue Tong also went down and moved a high chair for Wang Wei to sit on. The high chair in the temple was made of rosewood and was very heavy. The two healthy servants saw that such a boy with disheveled hair could carry this high chair.
They were all surprised when they saw Wang Wei, who was extremely beautiful. The two healthy servants whispered to each other: "Isn't that scholar over there also disguised as a man?"
"Could he be a pedophile?"
"Hard to say--"
Wang Wei has a sharp ear and eyesight. Although the two healthy servants tried to keep their voices down, she still heard them and let out a cold "hum". The two servants immediately fell silent and pretended to look at the mountain scenery as if nothing had happened ("")
Wang Wei thought to herself: "What do you mean by 'a woman disguised as a man'? It seems that Mr. Qingjin is definitely a girl."
I heard the young woman with light make-up at the other end of the corridor whisper softly: "What should I do if someone else comes up later? I'm not used to too many people, so why don't I go back first."
The young girl deliberately pretended to have a rough voice and said, "What are you afraid of? I have a husband here."
The young woman chuckled and spat, and whispered: "Don't pretend too much."
The green girl said: "It doesn't matter, no one recognizes us." When she said this, her eyes glanced towards Wang Wei. Wang Wei was sitting on a high chair, with his legs crossed like a man's, with his fingers interlocked on his knees.
, the young girl felt that Wang Wei's knee-hugging posture was very masculine and elegant, so she followed suit and crossed her legs. The young woman rolled her eyes at her and said: "The song 'Peach Blossoms in the Rain' you composed last night is not finished yet. Now,
It can be continued."
When Wang Wei heard that he was going to compose a poem, he listened even more suspiciously. He heard the young girl say: "I composed four sentences last night - the cold wind penetrates the desolate air, the peach color is easy to fall after the rain. The oriole's wet feathers pity the beauty.
Wang Wei was shocked. Girl Qing Jin’s poem about peach blossoms in the rain was quiet and sublime, with a very high poetry style. The so-called poetry style refers to the quality of the poet. Even if there are some imperfections in poetry with high quality, the noble atmosphere is still there.
Unparalleled by the vulgar works, Wang Wei thought to himself: "Who is this young girl? She is similar to me in age. This poem is better than mine. Shanyin City is really a talented person."
After listening to the girl chanting for a long time, the last four sentences continued: "——Flying smoke suddenly obscures the peak of the stove, and the new grass withers and twists and turns. I found it. The clouds are falling, it is already dusk, and the sound of falling spring can be heard in the distant forest."
Wang Wei couldn't help but praise: "What a poem!"
The young girl turned around and looked at her, glaring and smiling, "Thank you, brother."
Hearing the young woman with light make-up cough slightly, she should be warning the girl not to talk to others. The girl sat upright and didn't look at Wang Wei. Wang Wei thought to himself: "This girl should be a local, 'Fei Yanzha'
"Yi Lu Peak is missing", this Lu Peak should refer to the Xianglu Peak in Kuaiji Mountain -" I also thought that this girl in Qingjin looked so cute when she smiled, with her eyes wide open and curious -
At three o'clock in the morning, people were going up the mountain one after another, wearing square scarves and blouses, in small groups, chatting and laughing loudly, and in high spirits. They passed by the Chenghuang Temple and didn't say they wanted to rest. They went straight to Penglaigang. Listening to the accent, Jinling, Hangzhou
, both in Songjiang and Tongcheng, with an endless stream, and the quiet Longshan became noisy——
Wang Wei stared at the mountain path intently, expecting Zhang Yuan's figure to appear. At this time, the originally endless stream of scholars going up the mountain suddenly stopped. No one was seen coming up the mountain path for a while. Wang Wei knew that Zhang Yuan was coming. Sure enough,
Amid laughter, the three Zhang brothers walked hand in hand along the mountain road. Zhang E was on the left, Zhang Dai was on the right, and in the middle, Zhang Yuan, tall and elegant in military uniform, turned his head to talk to the people behind him while going up the mountain -
Wang Wei is good at observing words and expressions. She found that Zhang Yuan has a characteristic when talking to others, that is, he is extremely focused. He always looks at the other person gently, listens very carefully, and rarely interrupts. This will make the other person feel that Zhang Yuan values them.
He, Zhang Yuan's Han Society can contact so many members and colleagues, Zhang Yuan's reputation is one of them, and more importantly, everyone who has good contact with Zhang Yuan will feel that Zhang Yuan is worthy of deep friendship——
Wang Wei thought to herself: "Zhang Shenzhen is very charming. "" Thinking like this, with a smile on her lips, she felt very proud. She leaned on the railing, with half of her face exposed between the pillars, and watched Zhang Yuan step by step up the stairs.
At the Chenghuang Temple, she was hoping that Zhang Yuan would also buy some fruit and food from the old temple. She looked at Zhang Yuan a lot, and the woman was so emotional that she was really soul-stirring——
But Zhang Yuan only said hello to the old temple and walked past without stopping. At this moment, Wang Wei saw Zhang Yuan raising his head and looking towards the empty building on the left side of the Chenghuang Temple. Wang Wei's heart suddenly "pounded"
She jumped up, thinking that Zhang Yuan would see her, but Zhang Yuan didn't notice her and didn't pay attention here at all. Instead, he was looking at the Qingjin girl, nodded slightly to the girl, and then turned to talk to Zhang E -
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Wang Wei's heart sank, and he looked at the green girl at the other end of the corridor, standing on the railing, looking at Zhang Yuan and his entourage walking by. She didn't move for a while, and then heard the young woman say: "Don't look, I have already left, don't let others see you."
"
Wang Wei thought to himself: "Could this young lady be Miss Shang, the fiancee of Xianggong Jiezi? Well, it should be so. Miss Shang's home is in Kuaiji. Knowing that Xianggong Jiezi was going to have a meeting with colleagues from the Imperial Society today, she waited at the Chenghuang Temple first. Xianggong Jiezi must have been there.
He knew about this, so the two of them looked at each other. That young woman should be Miss Shang’s sister——"
Wang Wei felt a little disappointed when he decided that the young girl was Miss Shang. He did not underestimate himself. In terms of appearance, Miss Shang was inferior to her, but her smile was very charming. It can be imagined that Mr. Jie must like Miss Shang very much.
In terms of talent and learning, it can be seen from the poem "Peach Blossoms after the Rain" just now that Miss Shang is at least better than her in poetry. In such a comparison, she really has no advantage at all. After entering Dongzhang's door,
How can she retain Zhang Yuan's favor?
The girl Wang Wei was worried about gains and losses, and couldn't help but look at the green girl. She turned a blind eye to the hundreds of people on the mountain road downstairs walking up the mountain. She sat there in despair for a long time. There was a sound on the floor, and someone came up. First it was two servants, and then
It was an old gentleman in his early fifties, with a red face and a high nose, who was supporting an old scholar about sixty years old with a bright forehead. The old scholar's left leg was several inches shorter than his right leg, and he held a short staff in his left hand.
, the walk is a bit bumpy——
Wang Wei was so lost in his thoughts just now that he didn't see how the lame old scholar came up the mountain. He stood up and was about to ask Xue Tong to carry the chair for the old scholar to sit on. The young girl had already asked the strong servant to move her chair.
When he came to the lame old Confucian, the old Confucian bowed and said, "Thank you very much." Then he sat down.
Wang Wei asked Xue Tong to move a chair for the red-faced old gentleman to sit on.
old gentleman——
The red-faced old gentleman smiled at Xue Tong and said, "Thank you, brother." He bowed his hands to Wang Weigong and sat on the stool. The stool was short, and the tall red-faced old gentleman looked a little funny sitting there.
The old gentleman with a red face and a high nose said, "Brother Nan Gao, why don't you go straight to the top of Longshan to meet Zhang Yuan?"
When Wang Wei heard the two old gentlemen mention Zhang Yuan, he took back his confused thoughts and listened carefully to what the two men said. He glanced at the girl Qingjin who was also listening attentively——
The lame old Confucian said: "Let's see what Zhang Yuan said. Today there is a large gathering of members of the Han Club, and he, the leader of the club, will always give a speech in public."
The red-faced gentleman said: "This is the first meeting of the Han Society. The momentum is really great. There are nearly a thousand people from all over the world attending the meeting. Zhang Yuan can have such appeal at such a young age. His ambition is not small."
The lame old Confucian said: "I knew Zhang Yuan had great ambitions after we talked in Donglin in the twelfth lunar month last year, but I didn't expect him to start implementing them so quickly. I want to see what he said to the members -"
The red-faced old gentleman smiled and said: "Brother Nan Gao really values Zhang Yuan so much that he came all the way to listen to a younger generation's speech."
The lame old Confucian said: "It's also a spring outing. The mountain roads in Shanyin are so beautiful."
Wang Wei thought: "I heard that these two people are quite famous. They should be well-known scholars. Well, last year in Donglin in the twelfth lunar month, that is to say, Mr. Jie Zi visited these two people at Wuxi Donglin Academy when he returned to Shanyin from Jinling in the winter of last year.
These two people admire Mr. Jiezi very much. Who are these two people? The person in charge of Donglin now should be Mr. Jingyi Gao Panlong. This red-faced gentleman calls the lame old Confucian Brother Nangao. Who is Nangao?"
Wang Wei communicated a lot with famous people in the south of the Yangtze River, but he couldn't remember whose name was "Nangao" for a while. Scholars in the late Ming Dynasty not only couldn't change their names, but also changed their names a lot, and their names were even more casual.
Changed, so it’s not easy to know who the person is just by hearing a number——
At this moment, a loud voice suddenly echoed through Longshan:
"Since ancient times, there has never been a sage who has closed his doors and closed his doors alone. Since ancient times, there has never been a sage who was isolated from the crowd and isolated from others."
The people on the left tower of the City God all looked surprised. Who could speak with such a loud voice? Then hundreds of people will be talking in unison tomorrow. Who are these people talking to, Zhang Yuan? This is Zhang Sheshou talking to Han
Opening remarks from colleagues in the society?
The lame old Confucian who was sitting on the high chair stood up, looked towards the mountain while holding on to the railing, and listened. The loud sound was like a roaring wind, sweeping everything. At this time, Longshan only heard this sound:
"--However, in today's world, the customs are not ancient. The gentry only cares about being wise and protecting themselves, the commoners only want to feed the princes, serving as an official in the court does not have the king's father in mind, local officials have no thoughts in the common people, and the scholar-bureaucrats gather in the water and under the forest to care about life.
When discussing morality and righteousness, and not thinking about the world, doing this has its own beauty, and a gentleman will look down upon it——"
The red-faced old gentleman slapped the railing of the building hard and praised: "This is a great thing to say!"
The loud voice said: "...The spirit of a village can connect to a village; the spirit of a country can connect to a country; the spirit of the world can connect to the world; the spirit of all ages can connect to all ages..."
Wang Wei's heart trembled. This was another Zhang Yuan, a Zhang Yuan she didn't quite understand. Zhang Yuan was sitting across from her in the meditation room last night, shaking hands and talking softly. But at this time, listening to this loud roar, this criticizing current affairs
Wang Wei knew that Zhang Yuan's heart was difficult to grasp with the words of the world, but precisely because of this, Wang Wei felt that she liked Zhang Yuan more. This was the strange man in the world that she admired and pursued——
A loud voice said: "We, the Han Society, also have a spirit - every man is responsible for the rise and fall of a country - I hope that my colleagues in the Han Society, with their cold wind and hot blood, can cleanse the world."
"Fate of the nation, everyone is responsible--"
"Cold wind and hot blood cleanse the universe——"
The mighty roar echoed on Longshan Mountain for a long time, with everyone speaking in unison, which would be extremely contagious, like hypnosis. From then on, it would be deeply engraved in the hearts of all the participating beings, and it would have a long-lasting impact on them.
The lame old Confucian knocked his crutches on the ground, with an excited expression, and said loudly: "Brother Jing Yi, after hearing this Hanshe declaration, your trip is worth it. Let's go to see Zhang Yuan right now." He went downstairs with a stick without anyone's help.
The red-faced old gentleman followed along with the two servants.
Wang Wei then knew that the red-faced old gentleman was the famous Mr. Jing Yi, Gao Panlong, but he heard the young lady say: "Gao Jingyi and Zou Nangao are both here!"
The young woman with light makeup asked: "Are they Gao Gu from Donglin and Zou, one of the three kings of Donglin?"
Girl Qing Jin said: "Exactly, Mr. Zou's left leg was broken when he was using the imperial cane. Although it was successfully reattached, as he got older, his muscles and bones contracted, and the injured leg became shorter and lame. This is
Daddy said that."
Wang Wei had been sitting quietly aside. At this time, after Gao Panlong and Zou Yuanbiao went down, the corridor was empty. The voice of the girl in green and the young woman with light makeup became louder. The girl in green no longer pretended to be a man's voice——
The young woman with light makeup said: "These two are great scholars in the world. Zhang Jiezi is appreciated by them, so there is no need to worry about his official career being affected by the defection of Dong."
Girl Qing Jin sighed: "Brother Jie Zi said it well, every man is responsible for the rise and fall of a country. However, many times the emperor's court does not like every man to be responsible, because since every man is responsible, it is natural to discuss the gains and losses of the government and criticize the current ills.
The people in power don’t like it at this time.”
Wang Wei secretly praised the girl's sensitivity, and suddenly remembered that she knew that Zhang Yuan's fiancee, Miss Shang, lost her parents when she was young and was raised by her brother and sister-in-law. However, this young girl mentioned "Daddy" and called Zhang Yuan "Meson"
"Senior Brother", then it should not be Miss Shang. If it is not Miss Shang, then who is this young lady?
Thinking of the affection between Zhang Yuan and the girl Qingjin when he passed by the Chenghuang Temple just now, Wang Wei felt cold all over. For Miss Shang, she only envied her and did not dare to compete, but for this extremely talented person
Qingjin girl, she has strong jealousy, and also has a vague feeling that Zhang Yuan has failed her——
Wang Wei stood up and told Xue Tong to move the chair down. She walked to the corridor and bowed to the young girl: "Brother, I have great respect for you. I would like to ask you your name?"
The girl in Qing Jin and the young woman with light make-up were surprised. They saw that Wang Wei had a delicate appearance and a delicate voice. She was obviously pretending to be a man. The girl in Qing Jin returned the courtesy and said, "My surname is Wang, my brother's surname is yours? Where is the fairyland?"
Wang Wei said in astonishment: "My surname is also Wang."
The girl with green hair and the young woman with light makeup looked at each other. The young woman tugged on the girl's sleeve, and the girl with green hair smiled and said: "It's a coincidence, we met by chance, good luck, brother."
Wang Wei went downstairs and walked down the mountain silently. Without the loud sound, Longshan was still quiet. When he reached the corner of the mountain road, Wang Wei turned around and looked back. The two women on the left floor of the Chenghuang Temple were still leaning on the railing to look at her.
When the Qingjin girl saw her turning back, she waved to her, so she waved back and turned down the mountain road, thinking: "This girl's surname is Wang. By the way, Wang Siren, the teacher of Mr. Jiezi, is from Kuaiji, and this girl is also called
Could it be that 'Senior Brother Jiezi' is Wang Siren's daughter?"
When going down the mountain, the girl Wang Wei was not as happy as when she went up the mountain. She felt troubled by the word "love"——
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