After listening to this poem, Xie Minghe was silent for a while, just staring at the other party.
Zhang Xing, on the other hand, felt uncomfortable all over when he thought of going to the river to wash his hands. After a moment, he remembered something and quickly explained:
"Sir, please forgive me, this motherland is not referring to anything. The use of words is to use allusions to extend the meaning, and to disenchant and return to the original meaning of the words... The motherland is the country that existed here in the past. There is nothing
The point is, thinking about the motherland is just thinking about the scenery and people of the old country... However, there is no literary prison these days, so Mr. Xie won't be so entangled, right?"
"I'm not obsessed with this." Xie Minghe finally spoke, but he was sighing. "What about your poem... It's barely okay, barely okay... It's just that the mountains surround the homeland, and the mountains surround the homeland and I return lonely, I return lonely...
Zhang Sanlang, you are really, really... how can you call such a desperate Sanlang? Do you know why I left this place back then, and would rather wander around Bachu for many years than return home?"
Zhang Xing stood with his hands tied and responded seriously: "I can probably guess... Mr. Xie's age is nothing more than the incident of destroying Chen, or the later incident of Yang Bin Jiangdong's suppression of the rebellion... He killed too many people, which led to some past events...
…So I didn’t kill anyone this time, and it was indeed because of the lack of food, and I was afraid that large-scale expropriation from the common people would lead to rebellion.”
Xie Minghe shook his head: "Broken mirrors can be reunited, but dead people cannot be resurrected... You didn't kill anyone. I actually... like you very much."
Zhang Xing knew that the other party wanted to say that he was very grateful, but his pride did not allow him to express his gratitude. Moreover, from the other party's point of view, it was him, a minion of the imperial court, who was taking advantage of others, so it was too fucked up to say this. But he also
I probably guessed that the other party must 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 the Wang Chongxin of the Wang family who only lived in the mountains and did not see anyone when his home was raided, there was quite a bit of movement and silence that complemented each other.
"Let's go!"
Xie Minghe sat there for a long time and recited it to himself several times. He thought his eyes were about to turn red, but suddenly he let out a long sigh and reached out to grab Zhang Xing's shoulders. "How can you stay here when you want to take in all the scenic spots in Jiangdong?"
What about a mere stone city?"
After saying this, he rose into the sky again.
However, when they landed again, the sky had already turned into twilight, and there was no last sight left. As expected, Xie Minghe did not push too hard, but instead meditated on the spot, saying that it was natural for him to wait until dawn.
Fei Lai was originally unable to control his emotions and was afraid of losing his composure.
Zhang Xing had no choice but to walk around, but he didn't dare to run away, so he just meditated and felt his pulse.
After a tired night, he took pulses in the first half of the night and fell asleep leaning on a mound in the second half of the night. The next day, he was awakened by the warmth of direct sunlight. Zhang Xing woke up and quickly looked around. He only hoped that the expert would have the demeanor of an expert and got a chance.
The poem flew away by itself in the middle of the night.
As the saying goes, if I wave my sleeves, I won't take away a single cloud.
"What is Zhang Sanlang looking for?"
On the earth platform more than ten steps away, there is a person with a high crown and broad sleeves, sitting still, with fair hair and beard. It is not Xie Minghe or someone else. "But you are looking for me?"
"yes."
Zhang Xing yawned and had something to say. "I thought Mr. Xie would leave at night, so that everyone could leave a space for each other, which would be good for everyone, but I didn't expect that Mr. Xie would still be here... Mr. Xie, let's not talk about today's weather."
It's such a clear day, what's wrong with being seen? It's just a rare pleasure for you and me to meet a close friend in the mountains and rivers, but the Jiangdu camp, the county officials, and my Yitian Sword commander may not know that we have become
They are like close brothers. But now, your family in Jiangning City is probably in a difficult situation. The other seven families of the eight families all hate you... Of course, that is just a misunderstanding. If Mr. Xie were not here, they would
Is there still a chance to celebrate the New Year there?”
"That's right. Without me and Wang Chongxin, how would they have a chance to celebrate the New Year?"
Xie Minghe let out a long sigh. "But to be honest, I did have the intention to leave yesterday... But it was different from what you thought. I wanted to throw you directly into the river, and then throw you away from this home. That's it.
Transformed into a real wild crane, never to return again, just like a phoenix in this place... I just thought that your poems were pretty good, and couldn't bear to let you sink to the bottom of the river and make a fish wonton, so I stayed here
.”
Zhang Xingqian laughed, and then looked around, only to see a bare earth platform and a few rotten trees standing on the mountain. There was no writing on it, and he had no idea where it was. The only thing he saw was that it was still next to the Yangtze River, and could be seen under the morning sunshine.
You can clearly see Jiangning City and Jiangxinzhou, which is a little reassuring.
"This is the Phoenix Tower in the southwest of Jiangning City."
Xie Minghe said seriously on the stage. "When the Tang Dynasty was traveling south, people were at a loss. Suddenly one day, a phoenix appeared on this mountain, wandered around for several days, and then flew away. At that time, the city of Jiangning was still called Jiankang.
He could see it clearly, and because the real dragon looked like a bird, it was called a phoenix, and the phoenix was mostly under the seat of the Red Emperor Empress, so he thought it was the Red Emperor Empress who had given her an explanation.
In fact, according to my ancestors, it was said that a female saint from the True Fire Sect practiced here, and the Tang Dynasty moved south. She ordered the True Fire Sect to cross the river north, and took care of countless refugees and resettled them in Jianghuai.
, achieved great achievements, and finally became a dragon and soared in the shape of a phoenix. But no matter what, it has been almost five hundred years, and it has gone through six or seven dynasties."
After Zhang Xing heard this, he jumped up, raised his hands and stamped the earth platform at his feet: "Then this place is either the Phoenix Tower or the Phoenix Tower? I think it was a great scene back then?"
"That's right." Xie Minghe sighed. "There was both the Phoenix Tower and the Phoenix Tower here back then, but they were destroyed and rebuilt many times... Is there any suitable poem?"
"Yes." Zhang Xing froze for a whole night and spent half a day with the other party. Knowing that the other party would not really kill him, he gradually relaxed. "There is a seven-rhythm poem, but I'm afraid Mr. Xie won't be able to catch it."
"What's the meaning?"
"My seven-character poem, although not neat enough, is enough to overwhelm all the seven-character verses in the world." Zhang Xing shook his head in response.
"Since ancient times, the Seven Rhythms have emphasized rhythm, otherwise what would be called the Seven Rhymes?" Xie Minghe sneered. "If it is not neat enough, you will lose three points, let alone conquer all the Seven Rhythms in the world? Do you know that this is where the Phoenix Tower is located, five hundred years ago?
, I also left dozens of top-notch Qilu songs!"
"If that's the case, why not take a gamble?" Zhang Xing's body was warmed by the sun, but he felt more relaxed. "I think Mr.
You sir also have a certain magnanimity!"
"What are you betting on?" Xie Minghe asked in the sunshine. "Are I letting you go?"
"Is it feasible?" Zhang Xing asked again.
"Of course it's possible." Xie Minghe responded immediately. "You can write a poem...":.
"May I ask where the other side is?" Zhang Xing thought for a moment, but was not in a hurry to write a poem. Instead, he stretched out his hand and pointed.
"Liuhe Mountain..." Xie Minghe responded quietly. "The place where King Yu died was the place where he refused to cross the east of the Yangtze River."
Zhang Xing chatted and pointed to Jiangxinzhou again: "Does Jiangxinzhou in front of Jiangning have another name?"
"It seems to be called Meizizhou. It looks like a slender plum. Maybe there are plums in the continent."
Zhang Xing did not answer directly, but took out the embroidery knife without a sheath from his waist and held it upside down to the other party: "I'll read it. Sir, you can imitate my home inspection and carve it on this table. If there is no space on the table, carve it on the rock."
.”
Xie Minghe glanced at the other party, rolled up the knife in the air, and laughed: "You have some momentum, 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 can be intoxicating."
"Come on chant! Come on chant!"
Xie Minghe jumped up, and the true energy of his left hand emerged out of thin air, like a solid vine, wrapping around a rock. The luck of his right hand came out, and the blade was covered by green light, blooming with green light, like flowing water.
Zhang Xing blurted out without hesitation:
"The people of the past have turned into phoenixes and left the Phoenix Tower here.
The phoenix has gone and never returns, and the white clouds have been empty for thousands of years.
Qingchuan is full of Liuhe trees, and the grass is luxuriantly blooming on Meizi Island.
Where is Xiangguan at sunset? The Yanbo River makes people sad."
Xie Minghe said nothing. He finished writing on the stone with an embroidered knife and pen in his hand, but then he stood under the rock and remained silent for a long time.
"Is it done?" Zhang Xing urged. "Can you let me go?"
"A good poem, but there are three phoenixes in a row, the words are repeated, and the rhythm is obviously broken." Xie Minghe hesitated for a moment, then looked back. "Would you like another one?"
"Sir, that's 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 "Phoenix Stage"... so he quickly changed the topic.
"I know that Mr. Xie is angry. The confiscation of the house this time is indeed the abuse and oppression of Jiangdong by the Wei Dynasty. But how can such things be blamed on our group of hawks and dogs? We were ordered to come to Jiangdong to collect grain, and almost
I put myself in my shoes and chose the best way to solve the problem. But what about my husband? My husband is full of skills and grievances. He can neither go against the overall situation of the north and the south, nor can he stop his own fish and meat village, but he can only vent his anger on me.
...If Mr. Wang Chongxin, who is sitting peacefully on Jingting Mountain, knew this, he would probably laugh at you."
"So, between you and me, it's all my fault that you ransacked my house?" Xie Minghe finally lost his depressed state last night, and just laughed while writing this seven-character poem with a knife...
"No, of course I am also wrong. My fault is that I know that the imperial court is excessively abusing the people of Jiangdong, but I am in the middle of the situation and I am weak and unable to resist. I can only paper it in time and go to Zunjiaji.
Take a handful from your nest and save the Valley of Time."
Zhang Xing answered confidently and confidently. "But Mr. Xie made more mistakes than me..."
"First of all, Mr. Xie's fault is the same as mine. He knew it was the fault of the Wei Dynasty, but he could not resist.
"Secondly, the Wei Dynasty's abuse of Jiangdong was mainly to abuse the local people. The eight great families would eventually have enough money. If they were afraid of being tabooed by the court and did not provide relief, that would be fine. But Mr. Xie, as the leader of the eight great families in Jiangdong,
Instead, he indulged his family members and added fuel to the fire, making it more difficult for the people of Jiangdong to make a living. It was just like putting one's head in the fire and one's feet in the ice... Isn't this a sin?
"Finally, there is Mr. Xie's own attitude. He is very capable, but he avoids everything, hiding left and right...as if he wants to ignore the world...but in fact, he still often visits Stone City in the middle of the night and cries secretly.
It’s like a woman. She lost some gold, silver and food at home, and after feeling a little angry, she still wants to show off her skills and play tricks on a person who has no power to resist, but she doesn’t know what’s the use of doing so?”
Let's say that Zhang Xing just didn't want to continue composing poems at first, and wanted the other party to admit defeat and let him go. But for some reason, after finishing the sentence, he may have realized that the other party was not a corrupt person, but gradually became more confident, which was really a bit...
Angry.
"Let's not talk about the first words for now, and I don't want to say the next words, because it is difficult to say after all." Xie Minghe was silent for a long time and asked seriously. "You said that my family added fuel to the fire, making the people of Jiangdong feel like they are in dire straits. Do you have any evidence?"
"Does loan sharking count? Jiangdong's loan sharking is all done by manors under eight families. Zhenhuo Guan doesn't dare to do it for fear of violating the taboo of the Supreme Empress!" Zhang Xing retorted immediately, almost blurting out, "Nan.
Chen has forgotten that in the past twenty years, has your family ever stopped distributing the people’s hard-earned wealth for half a day?”
Xie Minghe was slightly startled.
"This is a big one, and I don't have time to rectify it." Zhang Xing became more and more angry when he saw the other party's confused state, and continued to sneer. "The other thing is that I originally planned to do it before the trip... The imperial tax was too harsh
, the following falsely reported farmland, and people suffered. At this time, river banks, seaside tidal flats, and mountain pastures are places where people pick wild vegetables and collect aquatic products to survive. But in several counties in the east of the Yangtze River, this mountain is surrounded by someone to see the scenery, and that beach is surrounded by someone.
Raising geese and raising cranes...is this considered a virtuous thing?"
"Raising geese..."
"Of course I know why you raise geese!" Zhang Xing scolded sternly. "It's for the elegance of practicing calligraphy! What you raise cranes for, I also know. Isn't it just because of the five hundred years of the Southern Dynasties that the use of cranes to symbolize noble virtues was formed?
In the cultural atmosphere of intellectuals, aristocratic families want to use cranes to show off their face and catch up with trends! Isn’t that how Mr.
Taking human lives, the Jiangdong family is worthy of holding their heads high and feeling sorry for themselves in front of me, a soldier from the North. I have already given face to you by writing a poem to humiliate you! If I had known you were so shameless, I would have spared no effort.
, there is no place for you to cry when you come back!"
At this point, Zhang Xing's tone became extremely intense:
"The Eight Great Jiangdong Families are destined to perish. Sir, you should have known this a long time ago, but now that you have gotten an advantage, how can you pretend to be sour?!"
After finishing speaking in one breath, Zhang Xing looked at the opponent's knife as if green water was flowing across it. He was startled and naturally felt regretful. However, he had just cursed someone, but he couldn't pretend to be timid, so he had to stand there with his hands raised.
The head is raised, the chest is raised and the belly is protruding, as if disdainful.
But I didn't dare to say another word.
On the other side, after hearing these words, Xie Minghe sighed, but he just turned around and used a knife to leave the signature of the poem with a brocade robe and white ribbon, "Desperate Saburo Zhang Xingzuo".
After finishing writing, he threw the knife over again, then puffed up his sleeves and clasped his hands and spoke:
"Zhang Sanlang said it well... There are some things that I have never thought about and it is my fault; but there are some things that I have thought about for a long time, but it is really difficult to change them for a while... Moreover, today we put aside these angry words and
After all, it was you who insulted my family first, so you can’t say that I have completely lost my sense, right?”
Zhang Xing could only joke. How could he not know that he was the one who made the joke first?
"However, I am indeed a person who likes poetry and literary studies, which is why we are destined to have this night and day." Xie Minghe smiled instead. "That's good. I have already noticed Zhang Sanlang's poetic spirit. No matter how casual you are,
Give me a poem, as long as it is not extremely bad... I will not only let you go, but also forge a fate with you, take you to my house for a drink, worship the Three Glory and the Four Emperors together, and become a close friend.
"
Zhang Xing heard this, thought for a long time, and suddenly asked: "How many years ago did Brother Xie start traveling far and wide all year round?"
"Shortly after the fall of the Chen Kingdom...it has been twenty-one years." Xie Minghe sighed slightly. "I was younger than you at that time. It was here that I saw Yang Bin going south on a building boat, showing off his power like a river god, and then died.
The last hint of contention."
"I remember that there were allusions in Jiangdong. One was a crane dance to pay homage to an old friend, and the other was about watching chess and being beaten for hundreds of years?" Zhang Xing continued to ask.
"The former is an allusion to Huaibei, something that happened before the southern crossing, and the latter has similar legends all over the world." Xie Minghe continued to clasp his hands to answer. "How? Are the words used properly?"
"Brother Xie, if you can trust me and take me home, there is no need to hold a banquet, just buy wine, and then go directly to the ancestral hall and pray!" Zhang Xing didn't know that the other party had already walked down the steps, so he simply leaned over to pick it up.
He held his sword in his hand and responded slowly. "When our friendship is complete, we can write poems well. When I leave, my brother will no longer be able to read."
Xie Minghe nodded, stretched out his hand, and rose into the air. After a moment, he had returned to Jiangdong's mansion.
There, tensions were already rising, and when the Jinyi patrolmen who stayed here saw Zhang Xing returning together, they hurriedly sent someone to ask for inspection.
Unexpectedly, since the two people landed, they didn't care about the crossbows and weapons in the front yard. Instead, they went to the ancestral hall. Then, while the Xie family members, Danyang officials, and the Jinyi patrolmen who were nervously accompanying them were dumbfounded, they first faced the three of them.
They bowed three times to the golden pillars, bowed to each other on all sides, and bowed to each other again in the hall. Then they asked people to bring wine to them, and each of them took a drink. It turned out that they made an acquaintance for eight times in public.
After the ceremony, Zhang Xinghu came to Qin Bao opposite, took out the white paper and hard charcoal pen that the patrolman carried with him, then 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 there was no sound for the third time.
It turns out that even though the charcoal pen was scribbling hastily, a poem still came out:
"The desolate land of Bashan and Chushui has been abandoned for twenty-one years.
Nostalgic and empty, it is like a poem written by a traveling crane; when you go to the countryside, you will look like a dead person.
Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the diseased trees.
I’ll write a poem for you today, so I can cheer you up with a glass of wine.”
Xie Minghe looked at it for a long time and suddenly moved his feet, but he couldn't help but shed tears on the spot.
It also made the onlookers of the Xie clan even more frightened.
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