[69 Book Bar - www.] Ling Feng was about to walk into the Shangshu Mansion when he suddenly heard the crisp sound of horse hooves in the distance. Looking back, he saw a man in rich clothes and a sinewy face walking on the street.
He was riding a horse as fast as he could without any hindrance. He held a whip in one hand. Anyone who dared to block his way would be whipped. Everywhere he saw the fierce horse passing by was a mess. The buns and cloths sold by roadside vendors were all in disarray.
Vegetables and other vegetables were hit and flew all over the sky. When pedestrians along the road saw this, they rushed to both sides, which showed that this person had a good background.
On the side of the street, a woman in yellow clothes carrying a flower basket was walking forward with her head lowered. She seemed to only be looking at the things she bought in the basket, and did not notice that an arrogant man was riding towards her on horseback.
Running over, seeing this scene, Ling Feng hurriedly shouted: "Girl, be careful behind you."
The woman in the yellow shirt seemed to have heard what Ling Feng shouted to her. She turned around and saw the fierce horse getting closer and closer. It was too late to hide now.
When the arrogant man on horseback saw that someone dared not move away from him, he raised his whip and struck the woman in the yellow shirt hard, cursing: "Get out of here!"
The woman in yellow shirt was knocked to the ground by this fierce whip, and the horse whizzed past Ling Feng's ears like the wind. Ling Feng didn't even have a chance to curse. He clenched his fists and sighed: "This way
What should I do if I go on a rampage and hit someone? Doesn’t the capital even have laws?"
The whip the woman in yellow shirt received just now must not have been light, otherwise she would not have fallen to the ground because she was unable to stand firmly. Ling Feng hurriedly stepped forward to help her up and asked: "Girl, are you okay?
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"I'm lucky that I wasn't trampled to death by his horse." The woman in the yellow shirt did not raise her head to look at Ling Feng, but continued to bend down to pick up the medicinal materials that fell on the ground and said: "
It’s really annoying, these are the medicinal materials that I bought with great difficulty, and they are all scattered on the ground like this.”
Ling Feng frowned and said: "Who is that person? Why is he so arrogant? Isn't this Bianjing City? Isn't there anyone under the Emperor's feet?"
"He is Cai Jun, Cai Jing's son. Who dares to care about him? His father is the prime minister of the dynasty."
Ling Feng couldn't help but pondered: "Cai Jun, could he be the person called Cai Hu in Water Margin? No wonder he is so rampant, alas! The Northern Song Dynasty could not escape the fate of destruction in the end. Emperor Huizong, a foolish emperor, only favored these treacherous little people.
People, I wonder if Liang Wentian’s father, Liang Weiqing, is an upright official or a corrupt official?”
The woman in yellow shirt picked up the medicinal materials back into the flower basket, then slowly stood up. When she saw Ling Feng's appearance, she couldn't help but wonder: "Master, you are back."
Ling Feng couldn't help but ask: "I, who are you?"
"Sir, don't you remember? I am the maid Qiao'er who has been serving the young lady since she was a child." Qiao'er smiled slightly, as if she was very happy to see Ling Feng back.
"Qiao'er?" Before Ling Feng finished speaking, Qiao'er stepped forward and took Ling Feng's arm and said, "Yes, sir, miss, he misses you very much and looks forward to your return every day."
Ling Feng was pulled by Qiao'er to the door of Shangshu Mansion. Qiao'er gently opened the door and said, "Sir, you must be tired from traveling all the way. Come in and have a rest."
When Ling Feng entered Shangshu Mansion, his first impression was that it was not as luxurious as the Liang Mansion in Suzhou. There were no ponds full of lotus flowers within the high walls, no fragrant gardens with flowers in full bloom, and no gurgling water under the rockery rocks.
, some only have rows of undecorated houses, and there are not many servants in the huge Shangshu Mansion. It took a long walk to see a few servants. Is this the so-called residence of an upright official?
Is it true? Are all upright officials so honest and frugal?
Qiaoer gently opened a door and said: "Sir, please go in and sit down first. I will go and tell the lady that you are back." After saying that, Qiaoer ran out happily, with a smile on his face.
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Ling Feng walked into the room and saw that the room was filled with calligraphy and paintings of various shapes. The calligraphy and paintings were dazzling and more numerous than the antique jade ornaments in the Liang Mansion. The calligraphy on the paintings was vigorous and powerful, and the scenery on the paintings was
It was as lifelike as being on the scene, and being in each painting seemed to have a dream-like feeling. Ling Feng walked up to it and saw that the signature at the bottom of each painting was Liang Wentian. It seemed that Liang Wentian used to be a
What kind of person would he be who has an astonishing talent and can draw lifelike paintings?
Ling Feng couldn't help but want to know what the real Liang Wentian was like. He admired the paintings one by one. There were scenes of snow flying in the sky, lush woods, gurgling streams, and majestic mountains.
Ling Feng looked around and admired each one one by one, and found that all the paintings contained landscapes, flowers, and birds, but there were no people.
When Ling Feng looked at a painting of plum blossoms and snow, he suddenly realized that there seemed to be a mystery behind the painting, so he took the painting down and saw a beautiful painting of a woman hanging behind the painting.
The woman above is holding a pipa in her arms. She looks lifelike, with willow eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, slightly parted lips, and a half-smile, as if she had stepped out of a painting.
If you look closely, the woman in this painting gives people a very vivid and real feeling, both in her eyes and in her clothes.
Ling Feng looked at it in a daze. He didn't know whether to admire the artist's skill or the vividness of the people in the painting. Ling Feng looked down and saw several words written at the bottom of the painting.
The words "Mountains have no edges, heaven and earth are in harmony, and I dare to be with you." The handwriting of these words is not the same as the previous ones, and it is obviously not written by the same person.
Looking further down, there is a poem that says: "Pipa music, meeting in a red building, once we meet, our hearts promise each other; pear blossom rain, sincere hearts are bitter, hold hands and never abandon each other; dance farewell, cover up tears and laugh, separated by gauze
When we look at each other, we should not recognize each other; when we do not misunderstand each other, we feel sorry for ourselves. This is the saddest farewell poem. There are a few obvious drops of blood at the end of the poem.
This tear-jerking farewell poem prompted Ling Feng to speculate: "This painting is by no means a random work. The woman in the painting must be real. She may be Liang Wentian's former sweetheart, otherwise he would not write such a poem."
A sad farewell poem to commemorate.”
Ling Feng hung the painting up again and once again used the picture of plum blossoms and snow to cover it up.
"Brother, you're back." Liang Yue'er didn't know when she walked in quietly.
"Yue'er?" Is she Liang Wentian's sister Liang Yue'er? Ling Feng didn't know the identity of the visitor, but he felt that her appearance was somewhat similar to Liang Wentian.