The 21st Chapter: Winging Hu Jia's music is extremely sad, singing folk songs is extremely peaceful
Wu Yingxiong was waiting for the light of the fire in his consort's mansion in Shihu Alley inside Xuanwumen. This place was originally the residence of Zhou Yanru, a former Ming Dynasty scholar. I don't know what kind of habit Mr. Zhou had to build it into such a deep and tortuous place.
, the halls and rooms on each floor are connected one after another, and the widest point is only more than ten feet. The passage between the rooms cannot even be carried by a sedan. After dinner, Huang Jing, the steward of the House of Internal Affairs, and Wang Zhenbang, the eunuch in charge of the Wenhua Palace, came.
Seeing him, Wu Yingxiong reported the news that Yang Qilong on Gulou West Street had personally gone to Niujie Temple to "cause wind and fire". When Wu Yingxiong heard this, his face lit up and his heart beat wildly.
In tonight's Niujie scene, Wu Yingxiong can be said to be a director's director. The layout of the entire play was inspired by Yang Qilong, the two double spies Huang Jing and Wang Zhenbang, after repeated deliberation by him.
It was too boring to stay in the flower hall, so Wu Yingxiong invited Huang and Wang to go through the moon cave gate in the west and go to the Haochun Pavilion in the north of the garden. They sat down on a stone tile on an earthen platform without lighting a lamp.
There was no wine on the table, but a tea cup in hand, looking up at the sky, waiting for the fire to start in the direction of Niujie Street.
He was confident that he had felt the pulse of the "Third Prince Zhu" who was rich and powerful. After Zhou Quanbin left last time, he received a letter from Liu Xuanchu half a month later. Liu Xuanchu's handwriting was crooked because of illness, but he still
It is a concise and concise statement. There are only twelve words in the strategy for dealing with the relationship with Prince Zhu San and his gang: "Don't provoke, don't provoke, stay away from each other, and make use of without doubt." Wu Yingxiong admitted that he used these twelve words just right, even
It has been effective. It has only been more than a year, and there are no mountains or rivers. More than a dozen people from the General Xiangtang under Prince Zhu San have been attracted.
He has been a hostage for more than 20 years, and he is quite proficient in the art of concealment. Except for court meetings and visits with a few senior officials, he "closes himself up and thinks about his past mistakes" at home almost every day. A copy of the "Book of Changes" is pulped.
, "Three Wonders compiled by Wei" and "King Wen acted in the Book of Changes without restraint" are all in line with his identity and situation at this time and place. But tonight this matter can affect the overall situation, and Wu Yingxiong, who pays attention to caution and independence, is a little uneasy on this Diaoyutai.
As long as the Niujie Mosque drama is performed successfully, tens of thousands of Hui people will suffer a disaster tonight, and Kangxi and the Hui people all over the world will become enemies of life and death in an instant. Although this Yang Qilong is not amazing in appearance, he is full of cleverness.
He really can be regarded as a world hero! With millions of people responding and cooperating, his father Wu Sangui will no longer wait and see. If he can take advantage of the situation and raise an army, it will be equivalent to adding a new force. Why worry about the world not being in chaos? Even if he can't
The army was launched immediately. At least for a few years, the court would not be able to care about regulating the San Francisco. My father was over sixty years old, and his body was weak. How many days could he live? As long as he stretched his neck and died, the court could not ask Wu Yingxiong to return to Yunnan.
Inherit the throne? At that time... Thinking of this, Wu Yingxiong stood up with a teacup in hand and looked towards Niujie Street. He was anxious to see this good fire.
"But now," a gust of wind blew over, and Wu Yingxiong suddenly shivered, "Prince Zhu is the leader that the Hui people look up to, so what should we do?"
"Sir," Huang Jing sat across from him and said with a smile, "Don't be anxious, just like watching fireworks on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, you won't miss the time!"
"Hmm." Wu Yingxiong replied, and said to himself, "I wonder if there is any movement over there in Tuhai."
"As for the prince-in-law," someone from the bottom of the platform agreed, "all the yamen ordered their soldiers at noon and they are already in place."
"Is that Tingshu?" Wu Yingxiong knew as soon as he heard this that the person speaking was Lang Tingshu, his Qingke who specializes in handling documents and correspondence. He hurriedly greeted him, "You have been busy for a day, you are exhausted. Come and sit with us."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Zhenbang, who was sitting diagonally across from him, stood up suddenly, as if he wanted to say something, but didn't say it. He leaned back and fell down. Huang Jing next to him held him up and asked: "
Is your heartache happening again?"
"Fire, fire!" Wang Zhenbang was just excited for a moment, feeling sorry for the patient. He pointed his finger in the direction of Niujie Street and exclaimed with a trembling voice, "The fire is burning!" Wu Yingxiong jumped up, stood on tiptoes and looked up. "Really.
It’s Niujie, it’s really hot!”
Although it is far away, when watching the fire at night, it is still very clear. The flickering light sways and swings with the wind in May, shining in purple, blue, yellow and red colors. It looks like
How gorgeous, the thick smoke billows in the air, how satisfying people’s wishes!
"It's started, haha, it's started!" Wu Yingxiong laughed happily, took a long breath towards the sky, turned to Lang Tingshu and said, "Tingshu, you are a well-educated man, but you still remember Cai Wenji's "Eighteen Eighteen Hu Jia"
The fourth beat of "Shoot"?"
"Pegasus, watch Tu Hai's movements!" Lang Tingshu did not answer immediately, but gave an order to the audience. Immediately, there was a rustling movement in Wu Yingxiong's yard, and people were shuttled back and forth without talking to each other.
A fast horse was led out from the secret passage behind the stable and sent to various mosques to contact the servants who were observing the situation secretly. When Wang Zhenbang saw how tidy Wu Yingxiong had managed the housekeeping, he couldn't help but secretly admired: "He is really a man who does great things!"
After everything was arranged, Lang Tingshu answered Wu Yingxiong with a smile: "You have memorized "Eighteen Beats of Hujia" by heart, so come and ask me. But I can only recite the third beat." After that, he chanted slightly:
Crossing the Han Dynasty and entering the city of Hu, it is better to live without a life than to lose one's family and one's virginity. The felt fur is used as clothing and the bones and flesh are shocked, and the smell of rags and mutton is in vain to contain my feelings. The sound of drums and drums has been coming since the night, and the strong wind has made the camp secretly fortified.
The sorrow of the present and the confusion of the past are completed in three shots. When will the sadness and hatred be calmed down?
As soon as the chant ended, Wu Yingxiong continued to chant with tears in his eyes:
There are no days and nights when I don’t think about my homeland. I am full of energy. There is no one who suffers more than me. The country is in chaos due to natural disasters and people have no masters. But I am miserable and have no soldiers. I have a different worldly mind and my body is in trouble. I have different desires. Who can do it?
With the words: There are so many difficulties in thinking and going through experiences, and it becomes more and more miserable when the four shots are completed!
After chanting, my chest was wet with tears, and I forced a smile and said: "Going through many difficulties is really a reflection of my life. I hope there will be some improvement in the future!"
"This is not the time to play lyrics and tunes," Lang Tingshu said with a smile, "Let's go down, it's important to go back to Chunxuan to repair books for the old prince." Wu Yingxiong wiped his tears and nodded, and just as he was about to get off the platform, he heard a report from a senior attendant: "Uh.
My lord, Mr. Zhou Quanbin from Gulou West Street is here and wants to see you on something important."
"Say I'm already asleep." Wu Yingxiong said coldly. After thinking about it, he felt it was wrong, so he called him out again: "Come back and invite him in!" Then he turned to Wang Zhenbang and smiled: "You are the Huangmen of Prince Zhu San.
Chief Officer, if he doesn’t see you well, he’d better avoid it - Lao Huang comes here often, so we’ll meet him together to see if there’s anything important he has to do.” After saying that, we all got off the “Star Observation Deck” and returned to the east of the main hall of the courtyard.
In the compartment, holding a candle and talking to Huang Jing and having tea, Zhou Quanbin walked in.
"Oh, brother!" Wu Yingxiong stood up and said with a chuckle, "Thanks to your interest, you are willing to come to my humble home sooner or later - come, come, please sit down and watch tea!"
"This is not the time for tea!" Zhou Quanbin sat down angrily, ignoring Wu Yingxiong's attentiveness, and said to Huang Jing with a livid face, "The good news you sent, why did Tuhai go to Niujie to raise fire as a sign?"
No. Let’s collect the Hui people from the whole city!”
"What's wrong with you?" Wu Yingxiong had a disagreement with Zhou Quanbin last time and was at a disadvantage. Everyone under the Third Prince Zhu regarded him as an idiot, which is how people often behave when they come here. Today Zhou Quanbin showed off again when he came,
Wu Yingxiong felt that it was necessary to let the other party know something, "Mr. Zhou, are you mistaken? This is not a teahouse, but the private residence of Wu Yingxiong, the prince's consort, Prince Shaobao, and minister of casual rank of the current imperial court! Brother Huang Jing is
How can I tolerate being insulted in front of my guest?"
"Really?" Zhou Quanbin was startled for a moment, glanced at Wu Yingxiong, who was short, fat and clumsy, and said coldly, "At this time, Mr. Wu still wants to pretend to me, while Wang Gu talks about him?"
"If you have something to say, just say it well." Wu Yingxiong had already sensed that things had changed in Niujie. He was secretly shocked, but his face showed no expression. "If you are here just to tease people, then please get out!"
"Kangxi went to Niujie himself!" Zhou Quanbin concealed his excitement and uneasiness, "The whole show was ruined! We set the fire, they put out the fire, but you are here watching the fire from the other side!"
Even though he was mentally prepared, Wu Yingxiong still heard a bang in his mind, knowing that everything had turned upside down. He forced himself to calm down and gritted his teeth and said: "What are you talking about? I don't understand at all - the emperor went to Niujie Mosque, it was me
Did Mr. Huang ask him to go? He should poop on his own, or wipe his butt by himself!"
"Old Huang Jing, you should explain clearly what's going on!" Zhou Quanbin picked up the tea and put it down again, staring blankly at Huang Jing and asked.
"Me?" Huang Jing said with a bitter smile, "How can I know these things about the Emperor? Don't go too far. If the basin is rotten, just say the basin. If the jar is broken, just mend the jar!"
"I suspect that the two of you colluded to mess with our Zhong Sanlang Xiangtang!" Zhou Quanbin sneered, "Jiao Shan's brother Jiao He and seven or eight brothers have all died in the mosque - we can't compare to you.
Jia Ping Xiwang, a few people die is nothing!" As he said that, he took out two pieces of paper from his arms, shook them, and said to Wu Yingxiong: "What is this? It is the contract of betrayal between the prince and Mr. Huang! Be more knowledgeable, and then
Are you risking your life by making these mysteries?"
"See you off!" Wu Yingxiong didn't even look at it. He slammed the teacup in his hand onto the table and shouted in a long voice. Several servants rushed in after hearing the sound. Because Wu Yingxiong didn't give the order to take action, they just stared at Zhou Quan eagerly.
Bin.
Zhou Quanbin glanced at Wu Yingxiong with surprised eyes, stood up slowly, and smiled at Wu Yingxiong in a sinister way: "Do you remember what I said clearly?"
"It doesn't matter - please!" Wu Yingxiong waved his hand nonchalantly, and several people came up and pushed and pulled Zhou Quanbin out.
"Sweet brother-in-law!" Huang Jing's head was sweating. "The two things in his hand, one is the oath made by Yang Qilong and I, and the other must be something important to the prince. Why not take the opportunity to rob it?"
Down?"
"You are so stupid!" Wu Yingxiong laughed and said, "What kind of person is Li Zhu? Are you willing to let a man named Zhou bring genuine goods at this time?"
Huang Jing lowered his head melancholy and muttered: "If he wants to use this to tease me, he will have to move his head tomorrow."
"Don't worry, how could he be willing to give it up!" Wu Yingxiong leaned back, "I'm not afraid, so what are you afraid of? This Zhou Quanbin came here tonight to shake the mountain and scare the tigers. He came for me and has nothing to do with you! My father doesn't
How can I easily join hands with them if they take action? Once my father takes action, I will go find him even if he doesn't have to come looking for me!"
Huang Jing wiped the sweat from his head and said with lingering fear: "It's really scary. Why did the emperor go there in person?"
"That's where the greatness comes from!" Wu Yingxiong sighed, "Yang Qilong's Huihui opera was a failure, so I had to sing Zhong Sanlang's old opera. This was a gentle and slow thing. I thought I would have to look at Yunnan's banyan.
We have to take care of Wu Ciyou’s affairs quickly and close the tent!”
"Mr. Wu!" Huang Jing asked in surprise, "You didn't say he was dead?"
"Heaven will never destroy Cao! It's not that easy to kill someone!" Wu Yingxiong lit the lamp and lit the smoke, and said thoughtfully, "He has fallen into the hands of General Baozhu. We want Baozhu to deal with him. Hurry up.
I will go back to Beijing and ride thousands of miles alone in the future, and it will be impossible without such people by my side."
"Where is he?" Huang Jing blurted out.
Wu Yingxiong smiled slyly, regained his honest, mature and even slightly demented appearance, and blew out a puff of cigarette without making a sound.
"It's time for me to go!" Huang Jing suddenly stood up in panic, "They pretended to be the emperor and went to the mosque to set fire to the mosque. The emperor must find out who leaked the news..."
"That's right!" Wu Yingxiong said hurriedly, "Both you and Zhenbang have to go back and take care of you. Don't come to my place for half a year. If you have anything, you can contact me at the old place outside Chaoyang Gate, and I will know naturally -
—Zhenbang!" He turned around and shouted loudly into the inner room, "Did you hear me clearly?"
After Wu Ciyou jumped from the boat into the water that day, he rolled several times in the waves. He was soon frozen by the cold river water and lost consciousness.
When he woke up again, he was lying on a boat. A handsome young man was sitting next to him. The scent of medicine came from the other side of the cabin... Wu Ciyou's head was dizzy and he was in a trance.
He glanced at the young master in a daze, then fell asleep again.
Wu Ciyou was lying on the warm bed, feeling as comfortable as a baby in the cradle as the water rippled under the boat. But his heart was not peaceful. He seemed to hear the sound of wind, rain, and the roar of the stormy waves in his ears...
Suddenly he felt that the wooden boat under him had left the water and was floating and dancing in the air. Kangxi came over with a smile and took him to see Aunt Sumala, but Aunt Sumala stood far away and bowed her head.
He smiled and said, "Sir, stop writing this. Why don't you find a place to be quiet?" Wu Ciyou smiled and was about to answer. Someone snatched the paper in his hand. When he looked back, it was a piece of paper.
The bloody face was grinning... Wu Ciyou screamed: "Wan Niang! Help me destroy it..." He turned over and woke up, covered in cold sweat!
"Yu Liang!"
Only then did Wu Ciyou see clearly that the person standing beside him with red eyes was actually Li Yuliang, whom he had arranged to visit Yanzhou with.
"Qinghou'er, sir, you're awake, bring the medicine quickly." Li Yuliang ordered Qinghou'er, while pressing Wu Ciyou on the bed, and said softly, "You have a severe fever, it's really scary - you keep talking nonsense.
, what kind of girl, what kind of mother, what kind of strategy?" Wu Ciyou blushed, half-lying down and said: "Nothing, those are irrelevant things, but how come you just saved me?" Li Yuliang sighed.
After taking a breath, he said for a long time: "It's hard to explain in just one sentence. I just want to tell you that if it weren't for Senior Brother Hu, you would have already... This is also fate... What a coincidence!"
"Hu Gongshan!" Wu Ciyou said in shock.
Li Yuliang nodded and smiled: "It's really hard for you to still remember him." Wu Ciyou thought for a while and asked: "Where is the other person?" "He is a wandering Taoist priest." Yuliang said with a smile, "But he said that it would be some time later.
I’m also going to Yanzhou, maybe I can see him again.”
"This is heading north." Wu Ciyou judged based on the speed of the boat, "Brother, you are really a man of faith."
"I'm afraid you'll have to stay in Yanzhou Prefecture for a few more days because of your illness." Yuliang replied thoughtfully, "Then I'll take you to Beijing."
"What am I doing in Beijing?" Wu Ciyou asked in surprise.
"I made a divination for you yesterday, and now you are not in a good position to travel south." Yuliang felt empty for some reason, and said coldly, "Didn't you say you wanted to recommend me an errand? You look like this now, I
How can I leave you alone?"
"Oh -" Wu Ciyou couldn't hold it any longer, and his half-lying body lay down again. Qinghou'er fed him the soup and said with a smile: "Mr. Li and I plan to go to Beijing with you. We don't have enough money."
, the autumn wind will hit you on the way."
"I didn't expect that Wu Ciyou would be returning to Beijing again!" Wu Ciyou murmured, "How can I see him?"
"Who?" Yuliang asked sensitively, "Is it that girl?"
"You are talking about Aunt Sumala." Wu Ciyou smiled sadly, "She has become a monk. She has a very deep affection for me, but it is a pity that we are not destined... I can let go of a man's affair with his children...
...I'm talking about...the emperor...my student...Long'er..." He was a little confused again.
"Don't worry, just rest." Yu Liang's eyes were filled with tears. He lowered his head and tucked Wu Ciyou under the quilt to hide it.
Wu Ciyou fell asleep again. In the cold cabin, under the dim light, Yu Liang and Qing Hou'er were meditating silently. After a long while, Yu Liang suddenly smiled and said: "Qing Hou'er, the song you sang on the river embankment that day was very good.
Okay, can you sing it again and let me hear it?"
"That's all I hummed because I was anxious because I had nothing to do. Since you want to hear it, I'll sing it." Green Monkey smiled and sang softly:
God, you are older,
I am deaf and my eyesight is blurred.
You can't see people or hear words,
Even if your throat becomes hoarse, you won’t answer!
Man-eating monster, you became a god,
A lifetime of good deeds, you will send him to hell.
Those who kill and set fire enjoy glory,
Those who follow a vegetarian diet and read scriptures will be starved to death!
God, you can't control the sky, it will collapse!
God, you can’t control the sky, it will collapse! (To be continued)
