Juntian University Chronicle

The three Kunxing here ate for a while, then Meng Zhang begged Murongli to take them around the garden.

"It's freezing cold, what is there to do?" Murong Li was puzzled.

"It's not too cold today. Besides, it's the first time I've come to the house. The garden is so big, there must be a lot of fun." Meng Zhang looked forward.

When Murong Li looked at him, he always thought of his innocent younger brother, before he could react, he had already held his hand and stood up.Immediately feeling helpless, he shook his head and said to Ling Guang, "Young Master Ling, let's go together?"

The three of them called the valet to bring them cloaks, and went to the garden together.

There was a servant over there to report back to Zhiming, and Murongli went to the garden with the guests.Zhi Ming smiled and said: "They are really in a good mood. Let's ignore them and boil another pot of wine. We must get drunk today."

The three chatted while eating, and Zhong Kunyi said: "Recently, His Majesty has been worried about Beirong. I heard that the situation at the border is not very good."

Gongsun Qian said: "Those Beirong thugs, one or two of them have some schemes, but they don't rush forward blindly. I heard that General Qi is still suffering under their hands."

Zhong Kunyi said: "There is such a thing? I, Juntian, are weak in terms of military generals, and there are only a few veteran generals in the whole court, alas!"

Zhiming said: "Then why the nobles of Beirong are so exhausted, leaving no room for exploitation, and exploiting their subjects to such an extent?"

Gongsun Qian said: "Brother Zhiming doesn't know something. Those Beirong people have always been brave and have no rules to follow. Most of them are still in a semi-nomadic state. They only pursue immediate interests in their lives and cannot see the long-term. Fortunately, a wise monarch came out. , unified all tribes, but after his death, the successor prince Baiyin only knew about pleasure and pleasure, and his nobles were exactly the same as him. In recent years, there have been many small-scale rebels in Beirong, but such a large-scale one first."

Zhong Kunyi added: "Your Majesty's move is to frighten the surrounding countries, and to put pressure on Beirong. After all, everything is considered in the long run. If the people of Beirong are poor, I will only do business with that noble, and I can continue to do business." When? It is a win-win situation to make the people of other countries rich as well.”

Zhi Ming cupped his hands and said: "Your Majesty is really kind-hearted, it is the blessing of Juntian and the blessing of the world."

"It's just that there is no room for maneuver in this battle." Gongsun Qian said worriedly: "It's okay if we win, but if we lose..."

"If we lose, Juntian won't lose face, then Xie Su and Dongying think that Juntian is nothing more than that, maybe they will take the opportunity to attack?" Zhi Ming said.

Speaking of this, the three of them were all worried, and suddenly felt that the table full of food and wine was a bit dull.

Or Zhiming forced a smile and said: "Today is a surprise banquet for Brother Gongsun, why bother to talk about these things? Now Your Majesty is holy, Haiyan Heqing, if I want to come to heaven, I will bless Juntian."

After finishing speaking, he told the little servant who was waiting on the side: "Go and find Mr. Murong, if they are free, invite him to play a tune."

Murongli brought the two of them to a part of the garden, they saw pavilions, towers, pavilions, rockery and landscaping, all beautiful.There is a pool of blue waves, surrounded by several old plums, all of which have buds. Under the moonlight, they look more quiet and elegant.

Meng Zhang clapped his hands and said, "There are still places like this in this garden, it can be seen that they have spent a lot of time in arranging them."

Murong Li smiled and said: "If you like it, why not arrange such a place at home."

Meng Zhang was stunned, and smiled for a long time: "I can't control it." After that, he went up to look at the plum blossom.

"Such a beautiful scene, why don't we come together and write poems?" Meng Zhang suggested.

Both of them had the same intention, so they nodded their heads in agreement.

Murong Li spoke first, "Wan Shuhan is colorless."

Ling Guang thought for a while before answering: "Nanzhi has unique flowers."

"I don't know where the water is near"

"It is suspected that the winter snow has not disappeared."

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After correcting a few songs in succession, the interest was high, Murongli thought for a while and said: "It's rare to get together happily in life."

This sentence is a bit difficult, Ling Guang and Meng Zhang couldn't get it right for a while.

Ling Guang stood leaning against a tree, thinking that this sentence looked simple, but the simpler it was, the rhyme and contrast could not be found. After thinking for a long time, he finally got it right: "The end of the world will never return."

"Great, it's a match." Meng Zhang said happily.

Murong Li's heart tightened, the right word really wasn't a good one.The end of the world, no return, makes people feel desolate when they listen to it, and they have nothing to say for a while.

At this moment, there was a fluttering sound in the pool, and a black shadow scurried a few times among the withered grass in the pool. Meng Zhang was startled, and hurriedly threw himself into Ling Guang's arms, asking in a trembling voice: " Is this... a ghost?"

Murong Li laughed: "Where is there a ghost? Don't be afraid Zhang'er, these are the white cranes raised in the mansion, they may have been startled by something and moved."

Looking at the pitch-black surface of the lake, Meng Zhang still felt hairy in his heart.

Ling Guang smiled and said, "Hey, I have another sentence: the cold pond crosses the crane's shadow."

"That's a good sentence." Murongli praised.

But there was only this sentence, and the three of them thought hard, but they couldn't think of a second sentence.

A servant hurried over, finally heaved a sigh of relief when he saw them, and said: "Three young masters, let me find the young one easily."

"What's the matter?" Murong Li recognized him as Zhi Ming's personal servant, so he asked.

"The young master ordered me to look for Mr. Murong, and said that he would like you to play a song for everyone."

"Yeah, Mr. Zhiming thought it through, we can hear fairy music again." Ling Guang laughed.

"Thank you for your praise." Murong Li chuckled lightly, "Then let's go back."

When Meng Zhang heard that he was going back, he said, "Wait a minute, I'll go pick a plum blossom, put it in a bottle, and add some spirit to my house."

After saying that, he ran to the tree and grabbed it on tiptoe. Unexpectedly, he broke a big one and broke a few small ones.

The two laughed at him for being reckless, but he ran over excitedly and said, "I was so blessed just now that I got the second half of the sentence."

"Tell me now."

Meng Zhang proudly said: "Look at the plum blossoms, which fell to the ground and became wild tombs of fragrant souls. I will give them a sentence: Lengyue bury the soul of flowers."

This sentence is extremely correct, but when the two heard it, they felt bitter in their hearts, and this sentence was even more unlucky.

"Am I right?"

Seeing that the two of them were silent, Ling Guang pulled Ling Guang's sleeve and acted like a baby.

"Zhang'er." Ling Guang patted him: "You are young, so don't make these bitter words and sad sentences. It is not good for yourself to make people sad."

"But brother Lingguang's poem just now is also full of desolation." Meng Zhang was dissatisfied.

Murong Lifang came over and took one with each hand, and said with a smile: "It's just for fun, don't take it seriously, let's go back quickly, and I will play whatever I want to hear later for you to listen to."

After such a fork, the two of them stopped thinking about these things and left with him.

There was another strange sound coming from the pond, which was even more strange against the silence of the night.

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