Should marry a concubine heart illuminating the moon

Spring drizzle, full of sadness.

Compared with the continuous drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River, it is more gloomy and colder.The oil-paper umbrellas of various colors under the south gate of Longcheng are like flowers blooming in the mud. An old man with a bun stands alone in front of the gate. The cloth shoes wrapped in mud have long lost color, and the front half of his body is wet in a long-grey robe. , the disheveled hair is covered with rain and dew.Passers-by all cast a glance at this strange old man, but the old man seemed to be in a deserted place, with a faint smile on his mouth, and walked into the city.

When the old man enters from the south gate, he must take the South Avenue and pass through Chongwen Street. This is the place where scholars from all over the world gather. here.Therefore, as soon as the old man entered the street, he was idle on both sides of the street, and the arty literati cast their inquiring eyes.

The idiot laughed and gave up after a few sentences, and some ink children took the opportunity to comment and came up with a doggerel.When the old man walked halfway across the street, an exclamation came from a window of the elegant building on the second floor of Qianke Building: "Look carefully, is that old man Chen Guyue!?"

Immediately, someone poked his head out from the next window and said mockingly: "Brother Liang, did you drink too much yesterday? If Mr. Chen enters the palace, then His Majesty will have to greet you ten miles away and set up a posture for all officials to welcome the court? "

The white-faced scholar who was called a good brother said angrily: "It's strange. It stands to reason that Mr. Chen has been away from Beijing for two years. If what he said before the emperor was true, then he shouldn't be returning to Beijing at this time." ah?"

"Oh, who cares about Chen Laoyue, even if that sloppy old man is Chen Guyue, why can he look at you more and let you rise to the top? Come and have a drink..."

Imperial City, Qingmo Academy.

Yan Mengqing was watering flowers in the small courtyard, Yu Mengren fixed his eyes, walked over and asked, "Where is Lao Cai?"

Yan Mengqing said without raising her head: "I left the palace early in the morning."

"What for?" Yu Mengren frowned.

Yan Mengqing groaned and hit the pole on his waist.The little servant who was waiting on the side hurried forward to take the water bottle in his hand, and helped Yan Mengqing to sit down in Feixie Pavilion.

"I said, why do you two always hide things from me?" Yu Mengren stood in the pavilion, dissatisfied.

Yan Mengqing glanced at him, and said with a smile: "Master Wen sent you a remnant of "Twenty Classes of the Dragon Gate" a few days ago, do you think I don't know about it? Even if I don't know about it, you should know that Lao Cai knows about it. "

Yu Mengren circled his arms, intending to divert the conversation: "Stop talking about useless things with me, it doesn't matter if you know or not, let me ask you why Lao Cai is out of the palace?"

Yan Mengqing flicked her hem, and said slowly: "I don't see how you care about everyone Cai on weekdays, why are you so caring now?"

Yu Mengren squinted at the past, and said suspiciously: "Lao Yan, don't pretend to be crazy with me, you don't know anything about such a big thing?"

Yan Mengqing stroked his beard, and suddenly realized with a smile: "You're talking about Chen Guyue's return to Beijing?"

Yu Mengren immediately stretched his head over, and asked in a soft voice, "Did Lao Cai go out of the palace to see him? Do you know what's going on?"

Yan Mengqing also put her head closer, and said in a low voice, "I'm talking too much, everyone in Meng shouldn't be offended. Is this out of curiosity, or are you using other people's money to do things for others?" Yu Mengren sat up straight, his eyes wide open. Staring slightly, Yan Mengqing turned back slowly, and said, "It's okay to tell you, but if it's entrusted by someone..." He suddenly changed the subject, "Have you finished your "Twenty Classes of Dragon Gate"? Lend me a few Daily Appreciation Appreciation?"

Yu Mengren held his breath in his throat, and the two stared at each other for a while, but finally he was defeated and waved impatiently: "Take it, take it!"

Yan Mengqing achieved her goal and left contentedly.Yu Mengren became impatient, and hurriedly stopped him, saying, "Where are we going? We haven't finished talking yet!"

Yan Mengqing stretched out his hand and poked Meng Ren's chest a few times, and said with a smile: "This is the end of the story, why bother to say it, don't you already know it all in your heart?"

Yu Mengren froze in place for a long while before he came back to his senses, jumped his feet angrily, and cursed: "Hey! Good job Yan Mengqing! How dare you play tricks on me! I wouldn't let you read that copybook!" But people have gone far away, Yu Mengren could only take a deep breath to calm down, and comfort himself that it's not worthwhile to get angry with such villains.He looked up suddenly, only to see that the bright sun that had been clear just now was half covered by dark clouds.

Yu Mengren was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and spat, and went to the private room cursing: "Bah! Lao Shizi Chen Guyue was born with bad luck, and after a few years of good life, this old monster came back to disturb the situation... "

On the east side of the palace wall of the imperial city, there is a mile of green brick and tile road near the south gate, with no shops or doors, only apricot trees on both sides.At the bottom of the wall, squatting an old man in fairly neat clothes. In front of him was a nineteen vertical chessboard. The black and white on the board were distinct, and it was obviously an end game.The old man put his hands in his sleeve pockets, leaned his back against the wall, closed his eyes and meditated, as if he was waiting for a chess solver.

After an unknown amount of time, a few apricot leaves had fallen on the chessboard, and the old man suddenly opened his eyes with a crisp sound.The chess game in front of him has changed dramatically, Baizi has come back to life, and Heizi is stuck in the quagmire.The old man looked up at the chess player, his cloudy eyes instantly brightened, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Three quarters late, redeem me for three years."

The dusty breaker didn't dislike him either, he lifted his back and sat on the floor like the old man, and said leisurely: "It's beautiful to think, if it wasn't because of you coming out of the mountain, why would I bother to set up such a big broken basket? You and I agreed back then. Dominating the peak and not disturbing each other, but you are the one who changed your mind in the end. Now you want to pat your ass and leave, there is no way!"

The old man picked up the sunspot and dropped it without hesitation.The chess game was dark and turbulent again, and the old man smiled: "Have you been to Longma Temple? How many losses and wins?"

The person who broke the situation frowned and shook his head, dropped Bai Zi, seemingly calm, and said helplessly: "That Monk Bajie, in my opinion, it will be difficult to be promoted to Mahayana after decades, and it would be good if he can pass on the incense. A monk always thinks Revenge for the country, is it plausible?"

The old man half-closed his eyes, stopped Baizi half of the world, and said calmly: "No wonder he, it's not that he thinks but that girl is too persistent, this monk is just a muscle, half a lifetime can't realize it, it's a pity !"

"Hey, wait, I said, you old man, why are you acting like a rascal? It's just that there are black people here!" The breaker suddenly murmured.

The old man sneered, and sprinkled the sunspots in his hand on the chessboard, "Chen Guyue, the situation is over, so what if he is a sunspot? Are you really capable of turning the tide?"

The game-breaker in a gray robe straightened the few strands of hair that fell from his forehead, stopped looking at the chessboard, and smiled as the folds of his eyebrows formed mountains, "Cai Laodao, why have you been obsessed with me for half your life? You look at your face, I test my heart, you don't believe in the reincarnation of the six realms, I will follow the way of heaven. 33 Heavens and beyond are all mortals, and the emperor and the country have their own destiny. Why do you need me to worry about it?"

"It's Zhao Zongqian who believes in your nonsense." Cai Xun patted the dust, got up and said.

Chen Guyue followed suit and stood up, flicked her sleeves, cast a sidelong glance at Cai Xun, and said with a smile, "Your Majesty has listened to your nonsense more in recent years."

Cai Xun snorted coldly: "If he had listened to me, he would have sent the Song family siblings to Beimang long ago."

Chen Guyue smiled but said nothing, walked side by side with Cai Xun, the two of them walked a short distance with their own thoughts, Chen Guyue suddenly said: "You don't want to know what I did in those three moments? "

"What are you doing?" Cai Xun stared over, his heart on guard.

Chen Guyue cast a meaningful look, and said, "Your apprentice named Shen Yuxin is quite famous. When I passed by Chongwen Street, all the poets opened and closed their mouths. Out of curiosity, I drew a picture on the street. Hexagram, this baby girl has a lot of predestined relationship with the little lady of the Song family."

Cai Xun blew his beard and stared, and said angrily, "Who cares?"

Chen Guyue said disapprovingly: "You don't want to see that prodigal son Song Hui, why did the daughter of the Song family provoke you again? Just let you treasure your apprentice, and don't let others covet one or two?"

Cai Xun took out his hand from his wide sleeve, gestured with three celery-like fingers, and said squintingly: "Don't talk nonsense, you redeem me for another three years, and there are only a few years left in this ten years. When the time comes, I will take my apprentice to Chic and happy, the fate of you going to serve your daughter of the Song family should be broken."

Chen Guyue lowered her eyes and smiled slightly: "Since you know that I didn't come here for this girl, why bother to bargain with me? Back then at Longma Temple, you couldn't blame me for losing to the third monk."

Cai Xun raised his chin, exhaled through his nostrils, and said, "You still have the face to talk about the past? If it wasn't for that monk who stole the situation and you were an accomplice, how could I have lost?"

Chen Guyue rolled her eyes, avoiding her sharpness, and persuaded with kind words: "You and I are both people who have already entered the loess, why do you care about these things, why don't you do the sums for your precious apprentice, if she is allowed to be so ostentatious? You are the one who regrets it.”

"Are you making a fuss again?" Cai Xun paused.

Chen Guyue followed and stopped, looked sideways at Cai Xun, with a hint of uncertainty in his eyes, hesitantly said: "To tell you the truth, your apprentice's fortune is not stable, and you are not fair, that's all I've ever seen in my life." Cai Xun didn't say a word, just looked at him, Chen Guyue sighed lightly, and said: "She may just be a passer-by on your way, not someone who inherits your mantle, why do you have to put all your eggs in one basket?"

Cai Xun bowed his head and meditated for a long time, but the more he thought about it, the more troubled he was. He tossed his sleeves and said angrily, "You haven't seen her paintings, you don't understand!" She turned her head and asked: "Speaking of which, why did you return to Beijing if you didn't come here for that girl? Why did you choose this juncture?"

Chen Guyue laughed it off, walked forward, and walked side by side with Cai Xun, his eyes were far-reaching, and his smile gradually faded: "How can I miss the wedding of Duke Lu's grandson?"

Cai Xun snorted, and said sarcastically: "I knew that you, an old ghost, would not be willing to let the world live. You are so dishonest that you have the face to call yourself Wushuang, a national scholar. Pooh! Shit Wushuang..."

Chen Guyue laughed dumbfounded, and the scorching heat in her eyes flashed past.