Phoenix and Dragon

Spring in Jiangnan came early this year, just after the New Year’s Eve and before the first month, half the city is full of flowers.

The bustling south of the Yangtze River faintly reveals the scenery of the past when the spring comes again. The red clouds are all over the sky at sunset, the voiceless murmur of yushu is soft, and the grass is everywhere. The wind and rain have passed, and the flowers that have not fallen are still fragrant.

That weird cold winter finally passed, and the legend of ghosts spread like wildfire. Li Mingyao, who was sent to clean up the mess, was tormented by the rumors.

The Second Prince knew that there were people pretending to be ghosts behind this, rather than real ghosts and gods, but he couldn't tell. He wished he had a thousand or eight hundred mouths to explain to people when he met people. However, he was born with limited aptitude and was not a monster. A mouthful of words and a mouth full of blisters have little effect.

In the end, Mr. Cao, who was born in the official department but was proficient in the "Shui Jing", explained the root cause of the sudden change in the weather. Mrs. Wuyun blew up the embankment outside Zhangjia Village, diverting the Han River to flow backwards, and the upper and lower Han Rivers flowed in winter. The water vapor in the air was originally abundant on one side and dry on the other, but now it has lost its height, so the climate that was originally cold on one side and warm on the other is also destroyed.

It was cold in the upper reaches, and it would be better if it was warmer, but it was just suffering from the inexplicably cold south of the Yangtze River.

Hearing the words, the second son thanked him for finding the crux of the matter and announced it to the world, and immediately started to repair the embankment. When the embankment is repaired, the green and blue Spring River in the south of the Yangtze River will be warmed by duck prophets in the coming year.

Li Mingyuan went around to Jiangling to see Li Mingyao, and unexpectedly found that Mr. Cao, who was born in the bureaucracy, was a rich man, and he was not as cold-faced and cold-hearted as the legend said. Although he saw Li Mingyao every day He was so busy that his feet didn't touch the ground, but he was not tortured to death by that "difficult to get along with" Mr. Cao. He felt very relieved, and after a few words, he didn't intend to stay any longer and continued all the way south.

He came to look for someone, and it was self-evident who he was looking for, but it was a bit aimless.

He asked Xiao Yu before he left Beijing, and Xiao Shizi was settling accounts at the household department at that time. When he saw Li Mingyuan suddenly, he thought that he had given less money to the front line and he was here to collect debts. ", but when he heard that he was here to inquire about Qin Feng's whereabouts, he immediately changed into an embarrassing expression of "I don't want to please my father if I want anything."

Li Mingyuan felt that Xiao Shizi's half-smiling appearance was aggravating, so he patiently apologized, and finally Xiao Yu told him that Qin Feng had gone to Jiangnan, and his return date was uncertain.

The elder son felt that Xiao Yu's telling the truth did not change the nature of his beating, so when Xiao Yu tried to ask him to help share some official duties, the elder son calmly put down the pick - the first month did not come out, and Li Mingyuan was in Beijing. Zhong couldn't stay any longer, and came out in a hurry.

Originally thought that Qin Feng must be in Jiangling, but after chasing him all the way, he remembered that Qin Feng had said a long time ago that he would never go to Jiangling without incident.

The son of the world is a little bit at a loss now, Jiangnan is so big, and he doesn't know when he will find it.

So muddle along, take a gamble and feel comfortable.

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Jiangnan is good, the spring water painting boat listens to the rain, the cinnamon under the moon in the mountain temple, the wine is soft and soft, the dancer's face is like a lotus, Li Mingyuan looks at the swaying lake with drunken eyes, wishing to dream of meeting again in this intoxicated spring breeze.

Meeting by chance, half drunk and sober, I can't tell the story of my life.

However, it turns out that the son of the world is not only not ugly, but also thinks beautifully.

The spring breeze in the south of the Yangtze River is not so easy to get drunk. I slept on the painting boat until the sun was high without any precautions. When I woke up the next day, the son found himself thrown on the shore. Fortunately, the owner of this painting boat seems to be "the way to steal", and he only seeks money without killing his life. It may also be that he dislikes the son who was drunk and slept too much, so there is no need to murder.

The eldest son, who lost his life in a daze, scolded his mother and felt that he was not old. He touched his empty purse helplessly, only to realize that he was really penniless.

The entourage had been dumped at the inn in the city long ago by him, and the current situation is nothing short of staring.

Speaking of Jiangnan, after this winter's toss, it is also a rare and impoverished year. It is a blessing that there are no bandits. For petty theft, the government is busy stabilizing the overall situation, and the lawsuits that do not save their lives turn a blind eye. .

Thanks to Shi Ziye's silk and satin body, it's worthless after being tainted by wine, otherwise Shi Ziye might even have his clothes taken off as pawns.

Even if Li Mingyuan is so thick-skinned, he also feels that he can't afford to lose this naked man.

Li Mingyuan got up from the ground, sat on the bank for a while, and then stood up from the ground. Behind him was the rippling lake water, and in front of him was a path that vaguely led to the depths of the bamboo forest on the shore.

The winding paths lead to secluded places, and in the midst of desolation and embarrassment, the son of the world can still find that Jiangnan is full of elegance.

Li Mingyuan walked all the way in along the moss-covered path. In the depths of the bamboo forest, there was a gradual upward trend. It was a hillside, with seven twists and turns. At the end of the winding mountain road, there was actually a mountain temple.

The mountain temple is simple and simple, and the firewood doors are tightly closed, like a place of peace and quiet that has been away from the world for many years without being disturbed.

Li Mingyuan felt that it might be a bit immoral to disturb the monk's practice, but there was no one around, and he was penniless, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask for water and ask for directions.

Li Mingyuan waited for a long time to knock on the chaimen, and turned around to leave when he heard footsteps coming from inside the door.

There are actually people in this seemingly unpopular small temple.

However, when the chaimen opened, Li Mingyuan was startled.

A cow-nosed old man in a long robe and Taoist robes came out of it. Baoxiang solemnly had no hair on his head, and he opened his mouth and recited "Amitabha Buddha" to the son of the world.

Li Mingyuan: "..."

Poor Shizi, what I met in the barren mountains was either a fox fairy or an Aventure. What he met was a monstrous evildoer!

The son of the world felt that he had met too many evildoers these days, and he hadn't found the evildoer with all kinds of faces that made him worry about it, so it was not suitable to provoke new ones.

However, before the elder son retreated wittily, this newly released evildoer had already advanced to a new level - this evildoer who didn't know whether it was a bald donkey or a bull-nosed evildoer looked at Li Mingyuan for a while, and said in surprise: "You... are the eldest son of Prince Su's family? "

Li Mingyuan: "..."

This is horrifying, this evildoer actually knows him!

Li Mingyuan hadn't thought about how to react, but the evildoer was already excited: "Master! Come in and have a seat! I invite you to drink tea!"

He couldn't help but drag Li Mingyuan, who had no resistance, into the meditation room.

The small dilapidated temple looks very dilapidated, and it is indeed dilapidated inside. The wooden thatched hut that can barely be called the "main hall" houses the statues. On the left is the god, and on the right is the Buddha. Behind a black screen of unknown material, Put up a plank is the bed.

Li Mingyuan turned around and couldn't find a way to move, so he sat down on the futon in the middle casually, looking at the hall full of Shangxian Bodhisattvas with different expressions, and finally knew how this evildoer's outfit was figured out.

Although it is very creative, but Shizi really can't appreciate it.

Seeing Li Mingyuan's unappreciative expression, the evildoer who is not a monk or a Taoist actually explained in a good temper: "Everything in the world is born from the heart, and everything is born from the heart. Those who practice Buddhism and Taoism are all self-cultivators. It doesn't matter which family is respected." important."

Li Mingyuan: "..."

Well, this person who worships gods and Buddhas is muddle-headed. He is quite philosophical like the queen mother in the palace.

But the queen mother is confused, is this "monster" sober or confused?

Shizi felt that he could not integrate into their otherworldly spiritual world.

"Monster" kept his promise and brought Li Mingyuan a cup of tea. However, the teacup was cracked and the tea leaves were old, giving off a mysterious smell along with the water vapor.

The prince didn't expect to drink any high-grade Biluochun in this kind of place, so he didn't dislike it. However, the taste of this tea was indescribable. Also refused to touch that strange teacup again.

"Evildoer" finally went through the process of etiquette in a satisfactory manner, and entered the stage of politeness.

This kind of courtesy is incredible, after he reported his family, he turned out to be an "acquaintance" that Li Mingyuan knew, but he only heard his name but never met him.

"Monster" said with a smile: "Master, I used to be an actor in Beijing Zhongfuqing Troupe, Chen Ziyun, and I met you once during the meeting at Prince Su's residence."

The sip of tea that Li Mingyuan didn't swallow finally spit out soup and water.

Chen Ziyun's agility completely avoided the fate of being sprayed in the face, barely dodged, and smiled like a spring breeze in March, vaguely having the special demeanor of a famous actress in Beijing who smiled and was born.

It turned out that at the beginning, Chen Ziyun found himself involved in the conspiracy of the Shanhehui for no reason. He didn't dare to startle the snake and regret the marriage rashly, so he had to turn to Xiao Yu, the powerful boss behind him. The incident gave him a chance to escape without anyone noticing.

Since then, farewell is like a lifetime away.

In life, the relationship is deep and the relationship is shallow, and going around are all old friends.

Li Mingyuan sighed and sat on the futon, looking around at the temple full of gods and Buddhas, seeing their detached majesty without sorrow or joy, and for the first time had the desire to have an in-depth communication with them.

Sandalwood is curling up, and a wisp of green smoke rises gracefully with the water vapor on the lakeside. The blur and confusion in the trance are like the past in the distant sky.

Chen Ziyun calmly took a sip of the strange-tasting tea: "Your Majesty is going to Jiangnan this time, does he seem to have something on his mind?"

Li Mingyuan nodded with a dazed expression: "I'm here to find someone."

Chen Ziyun curiously said: "It's a friend."

Li Mingyuan shook his head: "It's my sweetheart."

Chen Ziyun has stayed in the capital for many years, and he has been fascinated by the short-mouthed atmosphere in the capital without a teacher. Hearing this, this "monk and Taoist" who has distracting thoughts and six unclean roots immediately started gossip after a long absence: "Oh? Your sweetheart ? Why didn’t I hear about it when I was in the capital? You met him in Jiangnan? Where is it? Go to the place where you first met and look for a chance. "

Li Mingyuan was stalked by the evil flames of his question. He took a cool look at him, and said solemnly: "I met him at your funeral. How can I find him? Or, you die again, my son." Do you have another funeral?"

Chen Ziyun: "..."