Doctors in the late Ming Dynasty

This song was composed by Xu Wei twenty-seven years ago when he was shocked to hear that An Da invaded the capital. It was called "Today's Song". This Gengxu Revolution changed many people, and Xu Wei was one of them.

He was so absorbed in recalling the past that he couldn't hear any other sounds in his ears. When he came to his senses, he had already walked into the inn, and the waiter was anxiously saying to the innkeeper: "This man is in a trance. Could it be that he is possessed by evil spirits? Please report him to the official immediately!"

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When the shopkeeper looked over, Xu Wei had already gone upstairs by himself. Is there anything abnormal? He slapped the waiter on the head and cursed: "You are talking nonsense, don't come tomorrow."

, bad luck!"

The waiter rubbed his head, not daring to say no. Soon, at the urging of the shopkeeper, he put on a smile and went to greet the guests.

Xu Wei came upstairs and saw six or seven people at a table by the window. They were talking about recent news. Xu Wei didn't care about what they were talking about, and just said to himself:

"I long recall the time when the world was in a state of decline,

Sitting in pink and not writing poems,

You should be a free traveler in this life,

I am willing to exchange my false reputation for jade fat."

The guests from all over the world were still chatting and laughing freely, and did not look at him because he was reciting poems. The table by the window also continued to talk, only the man with his back to him suddenly turned around.

The man's actions obviously alarmed the people at the table. An old man next to him asked: "Fushan, what's wrong with you?"

He Xinyin ignored the old man's question and just looked at the visitor blankly. The poem the visitor recited was written by him when he was young and frivolous. Very few people knew about it, not even his disciples and brothers knew about it.

He looked at the person who came, and saw that he was tall and plump, and his voice was as loud as a crane. He seemed to have a sense of familiarity in his heart. Maybe it was because he was old and dusty in his heart, and he couldn't get out of it for a while.

Sorry.

Seeing that He Xinyin didn't recognize him, Xu Wei didn't care, and just continued to sing: "The daggers were surrounded by the guns at dusk, and the cold wind blew the blood of people flying. Looking at the returning riders on the road, they were all covered in red and cold iron clothes."

""Victory Song of Gongshan"?" He Xinyin was shocked. He was very familiar with this poem. It was one of the six poems written by Xu Wei in the shogunate to celebrate the great victory.

The past flashed into his mind. He Xinyin looked at the visitor blankly and blurted out: "Shanyin Buyi, Xu Wenchang!"

Xu Wei sighed: "I didn't expect that even Zhu Qian would forget about me if I, Xu Wei, don't come out for a few years."

He Xinyin laughed and said: "Sanyin Xu Wei Xu Wen Chang, who in the world does not recognize you?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone at the table looked at him sideways and looked at Xu Wei. Xu Wei had disappeared for ten years. The younger generation may not know much about him, but that does not include them.

"A poem came from Jiangzuo years ago. I guess it was written by Wen Chang, right?" After He Xinyin finished speaking, he began to recite: "I played the Yaojiang tune for you, and the drum suddenly sounded like thunder. I threw the hammer and refused to give in.

Yuyang, you can still scold Cao Cao with your fierceness."

Xu Wei nodded. He was aloof by nature and never looked down upon the powerful, but he could abandon his heart and soul to his close friends. Hu Zongxian was a typical example. Xu Wei went crazy because of Hu Zongxian's death. He not only killed his wife, but also committed suicide.

As many as nine times.

"Twenty years apart, you and I are both old, old." He Xinyin sighed leisurely. Twenty years ago, Hu Zongxian posted a hero post, and all the talents came together for a while, and it was at that time that the two met.

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Seeing Xu Wei approaching, everyone stood up quickly. One of them said: "Wu Daonan, a young man, has met the people of Qingteng Mountain. I have heard about the people of Qingteng Mountain for a long time, and I just met him today."

He Xinyin also said at this time: "They are all members of my Taizhou sect. We all come out of the king's sect together, so we should be intimate with each other."

Xu Wei also did not salute, walked over, sat down carelessly, and then said: "Etiquette is not designed for us, everyone can do whatever they want."

When everyone was seated, Xu Wei continued: "We did learn from the same school. Thirty years ago, the imperial court destroyed Tianxia Academy. Longxi and Mr. Pengshan went boating to give lectures, so I learned from him."

Wang Ji, nicknamed Longxi; Ji Ben, nicknamed Pengshan, were both disciples of Wang Yangming.

He Xinyin introduced Xu Wei again: "Luo Rufang, known as Mr. Jinxi, is my fellow disciple, and they are all disciples of Jinxi."

Although Xu Wei is aloof and arrogant, he also knows that Luo Rufang's name is even better than Wang Ji and Ji Ben in terms of reputation. And his name of Xu Wei is only spread in Yue. He is not as good as the Taizhou disciples who lecture everywhere.

Fame in the world.

"I went to Beijing from Yunnan, passed by Yangzhou, and got together with my friends from the same family. I am happy to see a gentleman today." Knowing that Xu Wei was not formal, Luo Rufang did not show any pretense and said simply.

"Have you met a gentleman?" Xu Wei repeated, became interested, looked at the crowd and said: "Then we might as well go to Beijing together and experience the feeling of 'floating a Yangzhou, carrying it up and down'."

He Xinyin shook his head: "I will go to Huguang soon. The dissemination of Xinxue there is not good enough. I will go and see if I can open up the situation."

Wu Daonan and others are all from Jiangxi. They have just returned from the capital this time, so they will not return to the capital now.

Twenty years ago, Deng Yuanxi went to school to thank guests and devoted himself to studying. Until recently, he was confused and learned that Luo Rufang was going to go north. He was invited to come for a while. At this time, the confusion was solved.

Go north.

Li Deng is an official in Nanjing and cannot leave easily. This time he came out for a few days and it was fine, but it will definitely not work if it lasts for a long time.

In the end, only Xu Wei and Luo Rufang continued northward. They bid farewell to He Xinyin and boarded the official ship. Xu Wei said, "Aren't you worried that he will never come back?"

Luo Rufang asked strangely: "I'm just going to give lectures. What harm can happen?"

Xu Wei stretched out and sat down on the side of the boat. He leaned back comfortably and said lazily: "Huguang is Zhang Juzheng's base camp. He won't let you move."

"Zhu Qian is different. He and Taiyue are good friends, and I know Taiyue well. He won't be too ruthless in what he does." Luo Rufang smiled.

When Xu Wei heard this, he suddenly became irritable. He had the same mentality fifteen years ago, thinking that nothing would happen to him because of Hu Zongxian's contribution, but he still died unjustly three years later.

When he felt agitated, he simply closed his eyes to rest, and soon fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up again, he was already on the roof of the cabin.

The boat trip was tiring, and although the food was plentiful, it was a big torture for the two old people. The two of them were no longer as high-spirited as they were the day they met.

Luo Rufang was okay. He had been giving lectures to officials for decades and his body was still able to tolerate it. But Xu Wei was not good. He had committed suicide nine times before. Although he was unsuccessful, it also severely damaged his vitality. In addition, he had not seen the light of day for seven years. , which makes the overwhelmed body even worse.

Xu Wei fell ill when he arrived at Huai'an Prefecture. Luo Rufang and his party anchored in Suqian County, Pizhou.

Soon, another boat arrived. There were two people standing on the boat. The young one said: "I have heard for a long time that Suqian looks to Qilu to the north, and borders Jianghuai to the south. It is located in the middle of the two rivers and strangles the throat of the two capitals. How can it be that the boat passed by this treasured place today? Why don’t you get off the boat and find out what’s going on?”