Royal road

Out of the pavilion, there are no ice basins and fans that can be seen everywhere. Even with the shade of greenery, the temperature has risen by a few degrees.However, Liang Feng only felt that his limbs were cold, and even his body began to tremble.

The crazy thirst hidden in the body surged up again.Just the act of swallowing the pill aroused the lingering addiction in his heart, urging him to bend his knees to what he had quit.This cannot be controlled by consciousness, but Liang Feng did not surrender to it.In the folded sleeves, his hands were tightly clenched together, with enough strength to pinch deep bruises, as if wrestling with himself.

The chatter and laughter of others, the rustling of the wind passing through the dense forest, and various other sounds were all left behind.Liang Feng walked nonchalantly, his pace was neither fast nor slow, every step seemed to be on the tip of a knife.Cold sweat slid down his back, his lips turned pale, but he still didn't stop, just stubbornly followed the team.

It took less than a quarter of an hour to walk from the gazebo to the lake, more than three miles away.Sima Yue walked like a gallop, sweating all over his body.The exhilarating dryness gradually dissipated, and turned into a drunken comfort.With the help of the maid, he boarded the tall boat parked on the shore.

This boat is also specially made, in this small artificial lake, it looks too big.However, the slight waves in the lake can't shake the floating boat at all, the water vapor in the mountains is dense, and the coolness is refreshing.

The sweat-soaked clothes gradually turned cold, just in line with the cold clothes and cold sleep after clothes are loose.Without changing his clothes, Sima Yue opened his arms and sat down regardless of his manners, and ordered the old man and his accompanying guests to board the boat together.The music sounded again, and the food was put on the table like flowing water.

After taking it loose, you need to eat a lot, and you can only eat cold food.Sima Yue didn't care about other people's preferences, and ordered delicious cold food to be served, which was enough for him to eat.

After wolfing down several dishes, Sima Yue heaved a sigh of relief, feeling that the elixir he took today was really effective.However, the on-the-spot reward was a bit of a loss of status. It seems that it is necessary to build a Taoist temple to serve this immortal master.

Sweeping his eyes casually, he noticed the lonely figure sitting beside him.I don't know if it was because of his slow treatment, the attendant only gave Liang Zixi a last table, and the food on the table was not considered rich.The man just sat at the table, didn't seem to move much, his complexion was astonishingly pale.

Sima Yue put down the wine cup in his hand, and said, "Why does Liang Taishou use so little? But the food and wine are not to your taste?"

Liang Feng seemed to be stunned for a moment, then slowly put down the chopsticks, cupped his hands and replied: "The lower officials are physically weak, so you can't use them too much."

This is not like lying.Seeing the man trembling slightly, with white lips and blue eyes, Sima Yue finally realized.Could it be that the journey just now made him tired?This body is really weak.

Thinking of the old-fashioned verdict just now, Sima Yue smiled even more: "Mr. Liang is weak, so he should take good care of him. By the way, I heard that you have a lot of Jiehu under your command, is there such a thing?"

"Yes." Liang Feng took a low breath before he calmed down his voice, "Hu people are reckless, if they indulge themselves, they will eventually become a disaster, so it is better to use them."

Sima Yue had a flash of inspiration: "Is this the method passed down by your ancestor Liang Gong?"

Liang Feng's ancestor was Liang Xi, a famous minister of the Cao Wei Dynasty, and Liang Xi's greatest achievement in his life was to govern Bingzhou, making all the Xiongnu and Xianbei in the state submit to the imperial court.It is precisely because of this that he was reused by the emperors of Cao and Wei, and won the reputation of the world's most capable minister.If Liang Zixi learned from his ancestors, wouldn't it be a cure for the disease and the chaos in the state?

Liang Feng lowered his eyes and said, "It's just passed down by our ancestors."

Sima Yue laughed: "It really is a capable minister..."

As he said that, Sima Yue's gaze circled around Liang Feng.Such a sick, half-dead, but really talented person, seems to be really available?After working hard for several years, maybe he would die on the couch without doing it himself.At that time, if we gather the rectified Bingzhou in our hands, wouldn't we kill two birds with one stone?

When the subject changed, Sima Yue put on a serious face: "It's just that the Shangdang has not paid enough taxes in the past two years. There are also rumors that Leping Kingdom has been harassed by soldiers and horses. Is there such a thing?"

Liang Feng's mind was buzzing and chaotic, but he gritted his teeth firmly, supporting the remaining Qingming: "There are too many refugees, and there are too many troops to support the army. The next time I reported to the Ming court, I only hoped to reduce or exempt taxes. As for the Leping Kingdom, it was to pay off the banditry, and Wen Taizhen took over as the county magistrate..."

He paused for a moment, then slowly bent down: "The Shangdang is in danger, and the subordinate officials have worked hard to protect the pot and pass the Xingdao, so that the king is safe. I am sincere, and I ask the Taiwei to investigate clearly."

This obeisance, but the real Jishou is obeisance, can not afford to kneel.Looking at the shivering thin back, Sima Yue couldn't help feeling proud.He is a celebrity, and even treats those guys who have scolded him for being outrageous.But those lunatics with humble backgrounds can only serve as officials in his mansion after all, and cannot take up official positions.In his mind, the only ones who could be officials, especially the two thousand stones in the prefecture and county, were the children of Fanyue who were born in the top rank.

And those who are slightly less wealthy must obey him and be loyal.As for integrity and talent, they are always just good-looking things on the surface.

Therefore, saying a thousand words and ten thousand words is not as real as this begging.

Nian Xu smiled, and Sima Yue said lightly, "Why is Zixi like this? You can only see the merits of the Shangdang. Those money and food matters can be allowed, so there is no need to worry. It's just that Bingzhou's soldiers are in danger, so we should send some People and horses in the court should be stationed."

What does it mean?Having lost his sharp observation ability, Liang Feng stiffly straightened up, not knowing how to answer.Seeing that the other party was in a trance, Sima Yue didn't explain, shook his head and sighed: "Why is Zixi sweating profusely, do you want to call a doctor?"

Only then did Liang Feng realize that his face was already covered with sweat, he raised his sleeve and wiped it lightly: "The weather is hot, and the heat is unbearable..."

"If that's the case, let's rest early. Come and send Liang Taishou out of the garden." He was so sick, how could Sima Yue be so impatient that he stayed here and was an eyesore?

Faced with this "considerate" order to evict guests, Liang Feng lowered his eyes and thanked him again.Then he got up slowly and followed the waiter to the way he came.Seeing the shaky figure, Sima Yue laughed, it seems that Wang Yifu's idea is not bad, this Bingzhou can do according to plan.

After a short distraction, he turned his head with a smile, and said to the people around him: "Since the elder is here today, I want to talk about mystical teachings. Come and get a cup."

This is to make the water flow.The accompanying guest suddenly became energetic and geared up, just wanting to please the master.The old Taoist beside him also stroked his beard leisurely. Without that obtrusive Buddha son, he can occupy the important position next to the king of the East China Sea generously.Just like the fairy elder next to the King of Chengdu, enjoying all the glory.

Everyone left the departing figure behind and once again threw themselves into the feast.

Liang Feng didn't know how he got out of Xianming Garden.When one foot deep and one foot came to the side of the bullock cart, Qingmei exclaimed: "Master, why do you look so bad?"

Liang Feng boarded the bullock cart without saying a word, Qingmei didn't dare to neglect, and immediately ordered to go back to the city.We must find Dr. Jiang as soon as possible to diagnose and treat the Lord Lang!

However, the ox cart had only traveled a few miles, and Liang Feng suddenly shouted: "Stop!"

I was taken aback, but the coachman was also from a family background, so he reacted very quickly and immediately pulled the ox cart to a stop.Without waiting for the car to stop, Liang Feng rushed out of the car, stumbled forward a few steps, and vomited out with a wow.

Those cold delicacies turned into sour and smelly mucus, rushing out of the throat cavity.This is motion sickness?No, Liang Feng just felt disgusted.For the banquet just now, for myself who knelt down to Jishou.Why did he become like this?Why should you bow your knees to that stupid Sima ethnicity?And that unbearable heart addiction.The discomfort all over his body seemed to be congealed together, making Liang Feng want to vomit all his liver and gallbladder!

Qingmei was terrified, sobbing and patting Liang Feng's back, trying to make her landlord feel better.However, what is the use of this insignificant consolation?After vomiting cleanly, Liang Feng didn't turn back to get in the car, and didn't even take the water from Lv Zhu to rinse his mouth, just filled his mouth with bitterness, and staggered towards the forest beside him.

Where is he going?Liang Feng actually didn't know either.The chaos in his mind was completely driven out, and he didn't even know where he was.This is not Beijing, not any place he knows.Where is his car parked?The celebration banquet should be on the table, will the old man send someone to cut him again this time?

Stumbling on his feet, he supported the tree trunk beside him, and the long sleeves of his robe hung down in front of his eyes.Liang Feng stretched out his hand in confusion, and tugged at his cuff.However, I haven't figured out why I was wearing this, and a low sound of the piano came with the wind.

As if attracted, Liang Feng walked deeper into the forest.After passing through a broad-leaved tung tree forest, a small stone platform appeared in front of me.On the bright and clean boulder, sat an old man with white beard and hair, and wrinkled face. He couldn't tell how old he was, but he was old.His clothes were made of linen, and the front was not closed, revealing his shriveled chest and abdomen. There was an overturned wine jug by his feet, and he didn't know if he drank it clean.On his chest, he also holds a musical instrument with a long neck and a round abdomen, which is a string instrument with a handle.

Liang Feng stared blankly at the old man in front of him.That was not the dress he was used to, not an old man in an ordinary mountain village.On the contrary, the old man seemed to have stepped out of a historical drama, with an indelible vicissitudes and sense of reality.

"Master Lang! This is another family's courtyard..." An eager voice sounded from behind.Liang Feng turned his head and saw a ten-year-old girl who also looked like a hairpin skirt.

who is he?Who are they?The numbness and confusion suddenly had a direction, and Liang Feng trembled.Yes, he is no longer that Liang Feng, no longer that criminal policeman who was born and died.He is Liang Feng, the prefect of Shangdang, and the master of Liang Mansion.It has been three years since he came to this world...

Why did he stop here?

A piece of his chest collapsed, and Liang Feng felt short of breath.Why, does he still stay here? !

Just as the darkness surged towards him, the old man on the stone suddenly said, "Do you want to shoot?"

The old man handed out the instrument in his arms.

After staring at the instrument for a while, Liang Feng walked over and took it in his hand.It's not like the pipa you usually see, it's more round, and it can't be hugged vertically, but can be hugged horizontally like a guitar.It's just that there are not six strings, but four pillars, like some kind of deformed pipa.Holding the icy instrument in his arms, Liang Feng froze for a long while before playing it.

Without a pick and unfamiliar with the four strings, Liang Feng's playing was messy.What he plays is not an ancient song, but a popular song from a long time ago.At that time, they changed the song into a guitar song, and several people gathered together, yelling and drinking as a song.The singing is wanton and frivolous, yet uninhibited, as well as the boldness and comfort of being far away from the rivers and lakes.He plays very well, and every time he can get a round of applause.

But now, the tune is out of tune.

This is not the musical instrument he is familiar with, this is not the era he is familiar with, and this is not a place where he can sing freely and there are others to echo.

With a ding, the sound of the piano was interrupted.Liang Feng stood there dumbfounded as if he had lost his soul.Yes, he can't go back.

Unable to stop the trembling of his hands, he handed the piano back to the old man, turned around staggeringly, and wanted to leave.However, at this time, the sound of the piano played again!

That's not just music.The four strings buzzed and made a loud noise, just like a long roaring in the stream, and then, the tune changed, the turbid waves hit the shore, the crane soared in the lonely field, and became free and easy, like a long laugh and a long song, like a horizontal sword in the world .

Liang Feng turned his head abruptly.The tune was so familiar, just like the one he wanted to play just now.However, the melody is so unfamiliar, more powerful and free-spirited than the original tones I have heard, like a well-dressed Gao Shi, walking on the clouds and riding the wind, singing while drunk.

Even though it was just a musical instrument, it produced an astonishingly complex sound.And the sound of the piano pierced the bones and pierced the heart.Liang Feng had never heard such a tune, let alone such a musician!His body, mind and heart were gripped by the sound of the music, and in addition to the extreme pain, he gave birth to infinite joy!

However, the song was played so fast that it stopped abruptly before the aftertaste.

The wind stopped and the trees were quiet, the birds did not sing, and there seemed to be lingering sounds lingering around the beams.

The old man put down his hand and sighed: "This song is novel, and it has some rhyme from Guangling."

The old man's voice was not like his piano, it was dry and hoarse, without much strength.However, Liang Feng seemed to be hit by something, his eyes were sore, and he could hardly hold back the tears.Yes, in the film, this song is played and sung as an adaptation of "Guangling San".But at this moment, there are still people who have never forgotten Ji Zhongsan's Guangling legacy.Is that song like Guangling?Maybe not really similar.But thousands of years of chaotic time and space quietly merged into one place!

Suppressing the tears in his eyes, Liang Feng bowed down long and bowed to the ground: "Thank you old man for giving me the song."

He didn't ask the other party's name.Anyone who has heard "Guangling San" and can play such a melody is absolutely extraordinary.But does name matter?Does identity matter?Far worse than meeting Xianle by chance!

The old man didn't say much, he just waved his hand and plucked the strings again.The strings are humming, but they are no longer in tune.

Taking a deep breath, Liang Feng straightened up, smoothed the messy folds of his body, and smoothed away the madness.Lifting the cloud shoes lightly, he walked towards where he came from.

The author has something to say: In fact, Liang Shao was in an abnormal reaction in these chapters. Withdrawal caused depression. This is physiological and no one can treat it.With the addition of heart addiction, it will be even more difficult.

In this chapter, the old man he met was actually Ruan Xian.One of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove and Ruan Ji's nephew.Ruan Ji passed away a long time ago, but Ruan Xian's age is not recorded. If he lived to this time, he should be 80 or [-] years old.Ruan Xian is a master of music, even because of his superb piano skills, the Qin pipa he is good at, that is, the straight neck pipa, is called "Ruan Xian" in later generations.This is the only example of naming a musical instrument with a person's name.

There were real celebrities in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, and they also had the demeanor that has been sung for thousands of years.It's a pity that they are writers and artists, and it is the first time that China has truly touched the true meaning of "beauty".Unfortunately, these temperaments have nothing to do with politics.

Poets are not fit for politics, ever.