sick white moonlight

He An once had a conversation with Master Liaozhen.

Master Liaozhen once said: "You are so fond of history books, why?"

He An only said: "Ordinary people say that by reading history books, you can know the rise and fall, and the changes. Knowing the accidents of the past, you can understand the confusion of today. But for me, it's just a hobby."

Master Liaozhen said again: "You are the most intelligent person I have ever seen."

He An smiled and said: "In this world, there are countless smart people. I don't think I'm smart. The capable and the talented gather together. Everyone has their own specialties."

Master Liaozhen was silent for a moment, and said again: "No matter what you say, I still stick to my point of view. I have seen many great scholars, and I have seen many wise men, but you are not like before."

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On September [-]th, the Double Ninth Festival, people at that time liked to climb high with Peiju.

Relatives and friends meet early at the Sili Bridge or Liangwang City on the outskirts of the capital, climb high and look far away, enjoy the autumn wind, sit and talk and have a feast.

People in the Jin Dynasty attached great importance to seasons, and festivals generally lasted for three days, from the eighth day to the tenth day of September.

As early as the eighth day of September, lights were lit in the palace.

But on September [-]th, Xiao Lingyin couldn't fall asleep for a long time. Taking advantage of the moonlight and the cool night, he put on some clothes, walked out of the house, and started walking in the backyard.

It was late, and there was no one in the hall, except for the silence.

There is a locust tree in the backyard. It has a long history, is strong and strong, and has luxuriant branches and leaves. It is majestic and magnificent when you see it in the daytime, but at night, it is dark, and only by the moonlight, it leaves a large shadow. Very scary.

Xiao Lingyin became interested, so he walked a little closer, and then circled around the tree trunk.

Unexpectedly, I saw a person standing by the tree, wearing a white shirt, with a thin figure, looking up at the moonlight.

The man turned sideways, his clothes fluttered by the night breeze.

The outline of half of the face is clear and clear, the complexion is so pale that it loses some of its blood, the eyebrows are light and pale, and there is a sense of loss in the eyes, but at the same time there is a bit of hope.

For a moment, Xiao Lingyin didn't know how to speak.

The man looked at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, while he looked at the man, motionless, not daring to disturb him.

"Xiao Lingyin, do you know, is there anything above the bright moon?"

Xiao Lingyin was stunned, and after a moment of silence, he replied: "I don't know."

"Then do you know what the people of the world want?" the man asked again.

"Food is the most important thing for the people. I think it should be enough to eat and drink warm without too much trouble."

"And then?" the man asked again.

"It should be poetry etiquette." Xiao Lingyin replied after a pause.

"And then?" the man asked again.

"There is no after, only endless." Xiao Lingyin answered very simply.

"Let me ask you again, what do you want?"

"Ask for an official position."

"Next, what do you want?"

"The support of others."

"Others include who?"

"Teachers, classmates, friends, common people..." Xiao Lingyin fell silent.

"And Your Majesty, you are a greedy person, you want everyone's support." The man said again, "This is impossible."

"What do you want now?" The man turned around and looked at him, his eyes were sharp, Xiao Lingyin felt that he was being seen clearly, without any concealment.

That direct gaze is more eye-catching than any redundant words.

Xiao Lingyin's face turned red suddenly, and he didn't even dare to look directly at the man in front of him.

Long Yang is good, he is clear.

The phenomenon of folk abandoned babies is quite serious.Often unable to support children, the poor households will abandon the newborn babies and ignore them.

Men are the labor force, so less male babies are abandoned.

In Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces, among the lower class poor, girls are being abandoned. Although officials try to stop the relief, they still cannot stop the phenomenon of abandoning babies.

Rich and powerful families often marry beautiful women as concubines, and the practice of polygamy is prevalent.

Some officials with wealthy families also love concubines.

During Wenzong's period, a great Confucianist heard that a colleague of his who had just retired had completed his term of office and retired at home, so he decided to indulge himself.

Therefore, in just two years, five new concubines were recruited.

The great Confucianism advised him, "When you are old, you should enjoy less luxury and more restraint, and don't harm others or yourself."

For the children of the poor, women are scarce, and the best way for a beautiful woman to rise is to serve as a concubine for a wealthy family, so many men who cannot afford a wife live together.

Of course, it's not that Xiao Lingyin has never heard of some men who are fond of child prostitution, fancy clothes, and extravagant.

But in the end, the wind of Longyang is still not to be seen, no matter what, it will eventually return to the right way.

Marrying a wife and taking concubines is a common practice, and there is nothing wrong with occasionally spreading a few romantic affairs outside, and most of them are forgiven.

But it's not that there are no people who are consistent and stick to themselves.

Wen Rucheng, the deputy prime minister of the dynasty, has been consistent with his wife for many years. He does not accept concubines, and has never had any romantic stories.

In Xiao Lingyin's previous thoughts, he was never tempted.

According to the most normal situation, maybe this life is nothing more than marrying a wife, a flat life, and a stable life.

But now...

"Have you hesitated?" The man lowered his eyes and said aloud, his voice softened a lot.

"Still, are you afraid?"

Xiao Lingyin didn't say anything more, he looked at the man, his nervousness gradually calmed down, and he remained silent.

He An looked at this person and sighed lowly.

"You're always waiting, standing there, not daring to take an extra step."

At the same time, Xiao Lingyin's old self was also thinking about a problem.

For him, it was a very special problem, and one that he had never experienced before.

For him at this age, it is a very strange feeling.He could feel the eagerness of the young body, as well as the tangled excitement in it.

However, this person is the prince, but the young self didn't know it.

He has an intuition that he believes that this person will be able to ascend the throne in the future.

If he wants to fight for it.

After all, this man is so sharp and intelligent.

Moreover, he is so good at making others sympathize with him and be confused by him.

He has observed the guards around this man, from the initial slack to now they are mostly submissive and admirable to him, worrying about his safety all the time.

What a dangerous person, even more terrifying than the third prince who he knew and confused him.

It's just that he was still too young at that time, and he was not as capable and sensible as a veteran court official, so he could see the third prince's pretentiousness.

And this person, based on his many years of experience, the most frightening thing is that he is always so real when he reveals himself to others, so real that he can't find any faults, yet he easily gets the closeness and support of others.

He heard his young self finally speak, in such a humble tone.

"I do not have."

I snorted coldly in my heart, he is lying to you, silly thing.

Wherever there is any real feeling, it is all fake, he is acting.

Stupid, he didn't even tell you who he really is.

He just wants to see you worry about him, be moved by him, and worry about him.

Xiao Lingyin paused, moved his steps, took a few steps back, raised his head and said.

"What I want is not for a while..."

"I know, it's too reckless for me to say this, maybe in your opinion, it's too impulsive."

"But..." Xiao Lingyin lowered his head and looked at the ground.

"I am such a person. I want a lot, maybe far more than I want."

"But I guess, I'm genuine about the relationship. I don't want to deceive myself, and I don't want to deceive other people."

Xiao Ziyu snorted coldly again, silly, he brought out all the things in his mind.

My young self was so pitifully stupid.

But he couldn't stop it, after all, he wasn't controlling his body now.

So he can only look at the dark ground through his body until his eyes are wet and his vision is blurred.

Xiao Ziyu was silent. How long has it been since he shed a tear.

Before he died, he didn't flow, he only had a touch of regret.

Once a good friend, the court criticized him and made all kinds of sarcasm. He didn't shed tears when he thought he would step down and resign.

Different ways don't conspire with each other, he just needs to stick to his own, and that's enough.

After so many years, the time I shed tears was many years ago when the situation was good.

The mentor is sick, and he can't afford it.

Before he died, he was lying on the bed with a gloomy expression and whispered admonitions.

"Ziyu, you have to be careful, don't be too eager. One mistake will cause you to be infamous through the ages. I know you don't care about this. But I love you as a teacher, I really love you."

"When you were young, when I saw you at your home, I felt sorry for you when you were young and lonely; when you were old, I had high hopes for you and hoped that you could realize your ambitions; until now, I have nothing for you Please. I just hope that in your life, you can be happier and bear less burdens. You have always served the country and the people, but you seldom think about yourself. Once, I blamed you, blamed you too much. "

He caressed his own with a withered yellow and withered hand, and slowly left the last sentence.

"Ziyu, my disciple, may you be free from worries and live in good health forever."

That was the most intense emotion in his life, and it was also the first time that he cried in public without knowing it.

After his teacher left, he wrote a sacrificial oration.

In the literary world, friends and relatives help each other to write sacrificial tributes, and the epitaph is originally a relationship between people.

In his life, he seldom wrote sacrifices, and tried his best to avoid too much praise.

He wrote a long sacrificial oration for his teacher. Although many of his supporters disapproved of him writing this sacrificial oration, he still wrote it.

From the early childhood teachings to myself, to middle-aged arguments with myself, to old age...

In a blink of an eye, the teacher left, and I was also old.

Tears are hazy, eyes are wet, this feeling has not been felt for a long time.

Thoughts fluttered, I don't know where I thought of.

When he came back to his senses, he felt the figure beside him.

That person had already walked in front of his young self, raised his head, and wiped away the tears from his eyes with his clothes.

"I forced you to go too far." The person in front of him seemed a little annoyed, and sighed in a low voice.

"Feel sorry."

Xiao Lingyin looked at the person in front of him and suddenly smiled.

"You're wrong, it's my problem." He lowered his eyes, his face became a little serious, "I always want too much, just like you said, too greedy."

"But the world doesn't revolve around me."

"Ming Zhangjun!" He shouted again, but he didn't say the following words for a long time.

The moisture in his mouth made him stunned, unable to think at all.

The man hugged him and leaned over.

Feeling the breathing of the person in front of him, Xiao Lingyin slowly hugged him back.

The autumn wind is rustling, and the fallen leaves are flying, causing ripples.

The stars are dotted like floating lights, which makes people panic.