half life slave

When they got to the pier and docked, Rong Yu followed Shen Hui and disembarked.Both of them are dressed in stone blue, wearing net scarves, with long bodies and handsome and elegant looks. At a glance, they look like two noble sons from a rich family traveling together.

The sky is a little gloomy, and a thin snow has just fallen, and the sides of the river and the pavilions and bridges on the river seem to have accumulated a layer of hoarfrost. This scene is quite different from the spring willows in the south of the Yangtze River that are usually depicted in poems and paintings, and it is not as chilling and lonely as the winter in the capital. , but it has a different flavor.

Shen Hui looked fascinated with his hands behind his back, but he didn't forget to ask Rong Yu where to find Xiao Zhengzhong, because he deliberately teased him, "Please trouble brother to find out?"

Since it is a micro-clothes, of course the appellation can't bring out the pretense, Rong and Gujue nodded, remembering the rules set by Shen Hui on the road, but they are not considered brothers, so he hurriedly said in a low voice, "Second Master, wait a moment, I'll go and ask clearly .”

Rong He looked around, the imperial guards who had been hiding in the dark came up to contact him, and told him the result of the early detection, that Xiao Zhengzhong's house was in Wenya Lane in Changmen.

After listening to his reply, Shen Hui tilted his head and praised with a smile that was not a smile, "The arrangement is quite thorough, and I know how to put my heart into it more than before. It seems that this trip didn't send you out in vain."

When he is in a good mood, he is especially fond of teasing and teasing others. He is tolerant and understanding, and he also said with a smile, "I have been with the second master for a long time, and I have learned to be smart even if I am not smart. This is called near Zhu Zhechi!"

Shen Hui laughed loudly and said that he was a sycophant, and then his own guards prepared two horses, and the two went straight to Wenya Lane.

It's a pity that they all underestimated the extent of Xiao Zhengzhong's popularity. There were already a lot of people in front of the Xiao's house, and the servants in the mansion were checking the name cards one by one in front of the door, and they would not let any strangers in.

Rong Yu was a little hesitant, thinking about concealing his identity blindly, afraid that it would be difficult to see Xiao Zhengzhong, but when he turned his head to look at the master next to him, he couldn't hide the demeanor around him.If he admits that he is in the palm of the supervisor of ceremonies, a discerning person will be able to guess at a glance that Shen Hui is the current emperor.

After thinking for a while, he suggested in a low voice, "I'm afraid I won't be able to get in today, so why not go shopping elsewhere and let me worry about it later. If Erliang is only standing outside today, I don't have to freeze to death."

Shen Hui smiled without saying much, and the two led the horses for a stroll towards the most famous Shantang Street in Suzhou.Along the way, there are row upon row of shops, and the signboards in the streets and alleys are like clouds.The Shantang River flows slowly beside the market, and there are many boats and boats on the river. Occasionally, boats carrying flowers go from here to the flower market near Huqiu. The fragrance of flowers spreads quietly along the banks of the river, which is refreshing.

Shen Hui took a deep breath of the fragrance, "People say that Gusu is the richest and gentlest place in the world of mortals. This is indeed true. Compared with the majesty and majesty of the capital, it makes people want to get closer. What do you think?"

Rong Yuzheng is immersed in feeling the small bridge and flowing water. The scene in front of him is the same as but also different from the Suzhou he visited in his previous life. Of course, it is more simple and elegant.Suddenly listening to his question, he replied without thinking carefully, "Yes, if I can live here for a long time, I would be happy to be a Suzhou native."

Shen Hui tickled one corner of his lips, "Are you looking forward to it? Why don't you apply for a release? Do you want to supervise the army, or do you go to Nanjing No. Seeing that you are not living comfortably at home, you have to look at the faces of those civil servants, and you also have to serve the master as an errand, instead of being cautious, you might as well go out and enjoy yourself, don't you think?"

The more you listen to this tone, the more inaccurate it seems to be. It seems to be a bit dissatisfied to say that it is teasing. Rong Yu was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at his face, thinking that he had just answered carelessly, and he grabbed the braid, and this happened again. A cynical knock.

"The little one doesn't mean that, because the second master asked if this place is good, but the little one just told the truth. Where the second master is, the young one will follow wherever the second master is, and he has no intention of betraying his master."

These words can be regarded as his words from the bottom of his heart. Although he envied Wu Nong's soft words on the pontoon bridge and flowing water, and the vast Taihu Lake fishermen sang late, but in this life, he has no destiny in the world of mortals, so there is no need to be obsessed with the little pleasures in the mortal world.

"It sounds like you're still intimidated by the rules," Shen Hui squinted at him, "I thought you were going to say that the person you can't let go of in this life is me, the second master."

There were buzzing sounds in his ears, Rong Yu looked at him with horror on his face.Letting go, this word is really too mysterious, he heard his heart beating wildly, and finally suppressed it, but he was still a little tongue-tied, unable to figure out how to answer his words.

Watching him turn his face slowly, the pair of deep eyes, the darker the blacker, the whiter the whiter, but it is impossible to see through.

There was a fever on his face, and when he was blown by the wind with sleet and snow, he was suddenly cold again. He couldn't distinguish between hot and cold, and his whole body seemed to be sick.

Shen Hui has been staring at him with great interest, naturally he did not miss his pale face, not without a proud smile, "Master is kind to you, in order to repay me, shouldn't you give up? Sooner or later Pay off the debt you owed, maybe when Master Xu is happy, he will really let you out."

That being said, I still don't want to break away from the kindness of the monarch and his ministers. It is nothing more than tying myself to death and tying myself in prison. Rong and lowered his eyes. In fact, there is no need. I never thought of leaving, and I will be safe when I come , he has never been a person who likes to force.

After a moment of silence, I looked up again, but the sun was setting and it was almost dusk, and the setting sun was shining on the buildings and boats.

It's not good to let him hang around like this anymore, the guards have already found the best inn in the city, and they will take care of it first, and take Shen Hui to the inn according to the direction they have told.I just walked to the front of a restaurant, but I saw many people surrounded by the roadside, the road was blocked for a while, and there were continuous noises coming from the heavy crowd.

A guard came forward to check on the situation, and came back to report that it turned out that there was a scholar who forgot to bring money for dinner in the restaurant, and wanted to sell the fan he painted to make up for it. Everyone gathered around and discussed how much the fan should be worth.

Rong Yu didn't want to join in the fun, but he didn't want Shen Hui but was very interested, "I think that scholar is very suave, and the fan painting must have some taste, why don't you go and see it, if it's good, you can buy it as a gift. Yes, I don't care about the crime of unbelief and incompetence that you can't ask someone Xiao to write."

Rong Yu was choked up by him, and he thought, he is the master so let him do it.He raised his eyes and silently signaled to the guards around him to be careful not to cause any trouble, then left the horse at the restaurant, and entered the hall one after the other with Shen Hui.

When I entered, I saw a scholar in white sitting on a seat facing the street, holding a folding fan in his hand and shaking it gently, with a slightly drunken self-sufficiency on his face.

Seeing that the seat at the back of him was empty, Rong Yu went up to inspect it, wiped the seat with a handkerchief, and then asked Shen Hui to sit down.Because it was so close to the scholar, he could just see the paintings on the fan clearly.

It turned out to be a picture of people. There are five people drawn in the picture. One in the middle wears a scholar's scarf, which is quite elegant. There are two maidservants beside the desk in the left hand. One is in red and the other is in white. The colors are contrasting bright and bright. There is a young lady holding a white peony, with a graceful attitude and a graceful figure, behind her is her attendant maid.

There is an inscription on the side of the fan, which says, "I found the embroidered saddle of the yellow monkey, and picked it up from Shanhefang. Yangzhou has been poor recently, and a white peony can do it."

The composition of the entire fan is exquisite, the characters are especially vivid, the brushwork is delicate and the painting is refined.

Rong Yu looked at the scholar again, he was about 25 years old, he was not very handsome, but he had a free and unrestrained style. It is true that he can do things like paying for drinks without money, and then selling fans in the downtown area. Celebrities are romantic.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a middle-aged man in luxurious clothes coming from the hall, staring at the fan, "It's just an ordinary fan, how much is it worth?"

The scholar glanced at the visitor, and said casually, "Look carefully with one step, and ask the price when you know what you have in mind." In his words, he was quite confident in his paintings.

The middle-aged man took it, glanced at it, and said with a sneer, "How dare you sell this kind of random graffiti? Besides, who are the people in this painting? And this poem, you wrote it? What's the point?" Duan, it's peony again, it doesn't make sense, I don't think it's worth a penny at all!" After saying that, he threw the fan on the table.

That scholar didn't bother to talk to him, picked up his fan, and rolled his eyes at the middle-aged man.

The onlookers also began to boo at this moment, and many people followed suit, booing and saying that they couldn't understand what he was drawing.When Xiucai heard the discussion, he looked proud at first, but gradually, as more and more voices he didn't understand, he seemed to be a little panicked, and his face became embarrassing.

Shen Hui listened to it for a long time, then tapped slowly on the table with his fingers, and suddenly smiled, "I don't know what to do at dusk, my nose is like a smoke window and my ears are like a bell. I only put my ivory on my temples, and the Kunlun Mountains are full of moonlight. In this painting The story is that Cui Ya, a famous scholar in Tang Dynasty, teased Li Duanduan, a famous prostitute in Yangzhou. The inscription on the painting was made by Cui Ya, and it is also included in all Tang poems."

The scholar looked back immediately, with joy clearly in his eyes, and he sized Shen Hui up a few times.The middle-aged man was still puzzled, "What famous prostitute? Who is Cui Ya? I haven't heard of it at all. Let me tell you, have you guys heard of it?" There was a lot of noise, and most people shouted and said they hadn't heard of it.

Shen Hui made a start, and there were idlers around who were willing to help, so he explained to everyone in a leisurely manner, "Then Cui Ya and Li Duanduan are both from the Tang Dynasty. The former is famous in Huaiyang for his poems, and the latter is a famous performer in Yangzhou. Cui Ya is often a Goulan The middleman writes poems, for example, whoever he praises in his poems, the rich and wealthy in Yangzhou City will rush to pay a visit. If he belittles someone, that person will soon be ignored. Therefore, people in Goulan are very afraid Being ridiculed by Cui Ya's poems."

"When Cui Ya saw Li Duanduan for the first time, he thought her complexion was dark. He wrote a poem to ridicule her for wearing ivory on her temples alone. She was born in Kunlun Mountain last month. Li Duanduan was sad and angry when he saw it. He waited for Cui Ya on his way home and begged him to show mercy. Here comes the first one. Cui Ya couldn't help the beauty's begging, so he added four more lines to the original poem, which is what is inscribed on this fan."

As soon as the conversation fell, the scholar had already clapped his hands and laughed loudly, "That's right, that's the story I drew, but the first four sentences of Cui Ya clearly said that Li Duanduan was black, and the last four sentences praised it as being like a white peony. , black and white are uneven, and the ability to reverse black and white is also extraordinary."

The onlookers started booing one after another, saying that the story is so beautiful, and the painting is worth buying back and pondering carefully, which attracted the middle-aged man to come closer again, and only asked the scholar to borrow the fan again, but the scholar didn't seem to see it Ignore him.

While the two of them were arguing, a boy from the corner ran in from outside, went straight to Xiucai, put down a bag of silver, and said out of breath, "I'm in a hurry to go out, here, the money is here, please go home quickly, don't let me go." Fans are sold here."

At this point, the scholar no longer needed to exchange the fan for wine money, but there were some good people in the crowd who yelled, saying that one yard is worth one yard, and although there is money, the fan can still be sold.

Then I saw the boy in the corner looking around, and said loudly, "My husband is one of the four masters of Wuzhong who are famous all over the south of the Yangtze River. Xu Zi is afraid of Mr. Xu! How can his paintings be sold at will in such a market place? Can you pay for the fan?"