Peerless Pirates

Lang Zhengchun asked Song Zheng to accompany him to Qingcheng Mountain, and Song Zheng reluctantly agreed to the Xuanwu Jue. As for the memorial text, Song Zheng was not interested in writing it. This was a dangerous job. If the memorial text could not be written well, Lang Zhengchun would not be happy; if the memorial text was written well, Lang Zhengchun would not be happy. If Zhengchun praises you, Song Zheng will not have a good life after returning to Jiangning. Although Song Zheng usually writes a few poems and spreads some scandals with the "Guiying layman", there is no problem, but he has to write something formal. That must be done with great caution.

Regarding this mountain sacrifice, Song Zheng later learned the truth: Liangquan in Fengzhou had fallen into the hands of the Shu army, and Liangdang and Hechi counties in Fengzhou had also been occupied by the Shu army. So far, the Shu army had completely sealed it off The passage from Guanzhong to Hanzhong.

From Liangquan to Dashan Pass, it is only more than 200 miles across the Qinling Mountains. The Shu army occupied Fengzhou, which greatly lost the strategic significance of Dashan Pass for Li Xi. Even if the Qi army advanced westward, Li Xi would have to guard the pass. The Shu army made wedding clothes.

Song Zheng didn't know how Li Xi reacted to the Shu army's actions, but the Shu army occupied Xingyuan Mansion, and the territory immediately increased a lot, and it was equivalent to adding a layer of protection to the hinterland in central Sichuan. No wonder Lang Zhengchun enthusiastically It's time to sacrifice to the mountain. This kind of achievement is indeed worth showing off in front of our ancestors.

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Qingcheng is a quiet place in the world.

The word "secluded" fully reflects the characteristics of Qingcheng. The vegetation here is lush, the mountains are surrounded by mountains, and the palaces and temples are hidden in the mountains and forests. It can be called a fairyland.

As soon as the Lantern Festival was over, Song Zheng, Prince Lang Bochuan and a group of important officials in Shu accompanied him to Qingcheng. Two thousand imperial troops and hundreds of servants followed. The king's army traveled with great momentum, and the team stretched for several miles.

This time, the rituals for the mountain sacrifice were complicated and there were many sacrifices. Although a lot of preparation work had been done before, the whole team was still moving slowly. It started at Chen time and did not arrive at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain until dark at You time.

Qingcheng Mountain Road has many visitors, among which the Changsheng Palace is the largest and has a long history. Emperor Lang Zhengchun lived in the Changsheng Palace. Prime Minister An Zhou and other important officials were arranged in adjacent Taoist temples.

The Changsheng Palace is located at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain. It was originally built by Fan Changsheng in the Jin Dynasty and has lasted for hundreds of years. Lang Zhengchun believed in Taoism and carried out a large-scale expansion of the Changsheng Palace, turning it into a palace-like place. Song Zhengzhan Lang Bochuan's light lived in the Changsheng Palace together.

The current Qingcheng Mountain is different from that of later generations. In addition to Taoist treasures such as the Zushi Temple and Chang Tao Temple (Tianshi Cave), there are also dozens of Taoist temples, large and small, scattered among the mountains. Some, even Lang Bochuan, who is familiar with this place, Don't know either.

Song Zheng followed him purely to watch the fun. Although he was also interested in seeing Qingcheng Mountain, what he was most concerned about right now was to return to Jiangning as soon as possible. Pang Hui was dead and time did not wait for us. But Lang Zhengchun wanted the Daqi envoy to see him. Song Zheng could not refuse the "great achievements".

On the seventeenth day of the first lunar month, the mountain worship team continued to move forward, and its destination was Shangqing Palace.

The Shangqing Palace is located halfway up the top of Pengzu Peak, the highest peak of Qingcheng Mountain. Just like the emperors of all dynasties visited Mount Tai, Lang Zhengchun also chose the highest place on Qingcheng Mountain to offer sacrifices to the mountain.

However, it is not a good idea to worship mountains in this season. Since the snow on the mountains has not melted, the green mountains are still covered in white. Although they look beautiful, the roads are narrow and difficult to travel. Lang Zhengchun's Wang Jia had to be left in the Changsheng Palace. Sitting on a special yellow-topped sedan, I meandered up the mountain. Naturally, the important officials refused to climb the mountain, so they also climbed up in various small sedans.

Song Zheng also had a small green sedan, so how could he sit on it? His foot strength was much better than those of those sedan bearers, so he walked comfortably in the sedan chair and enjoyed the beautiful scenery of Qingcheng all the way. Lang Bochuan walked with Song Zheng first, but he had not yet reached the fifth Dongtian, exhausted, shrank into the sedan chair.

Because they were going up the mountain, the queue was very long, almost shoulder to shoulder, and the march was extremely slow, which deprived Song Zheng of a lot of fun.

After another day of dilly-dallying, we finally arrived at the Shangqing Palace. Everyone was exhausted. The entire Shangqing Palace had been vacated, leaving only the resident and two Taoist boys to accompany him. After Lang Zhengchun had a cursory interview with the resident, he took a rest. .

Song Zheng was also a little sleepy, so he sat in the room arranged for himself and practiced Changchun Pu.

There was no words for the whole night. Early the next morning, the entire Shangqing Palace became busy, and the sergeants transported the mountain sacrificial items to the top of Pengzu Peak early.

The etiquette of offering sacrifices to the mountain is complicated and lasts for two hours from noon to noon, so I won’t go into details one by one. Anyway, after the sacrifice to the mountain is completed, the Imperial Army seems to have peeled off a layer of skin. As for Lang Zhengchun, after burning three sticks of incense on the top of the mountain, , the rest of the ceremony had to be left to Prince Lang Bochuan to complete.

The poor prince of Shu had to look solemn and ordinary and completed the whole ceremony. After returning to the Shangqing Palace that night, Lang Bochuan plunged into his room and fell asleep. Even the young and strong were like this, and those who were older Many of the ministers were infected with the cold. Fortunately, the Shu Kingdom was well prepared. They brewed the medicine that night and gave it to everyone.

Song Zheng hid in his room and snickered. He went to the highest peak of Qingcheng Mountain in the first month of the year and followed the ritual of the Taishan Zen Conferment in the past. Those elderly ministers did not have to reimburse themselves, which was already good.

After all, the mountain is not a place to stay for a long time. The next day, a team of people hurriedly went down the mountain to cause trouble in the sky. Everyone looked tired and sick, as if they had been drained of energy. This made the whole mountain sacrifice drama seem like a drama. farce.

Lang Bochuan did not go down the mountain. I don’t know where the rules from the Ministry of Rites of Shu came from: as the prince, Lang Bochuan needs to stay in the Shangqing Palace for three more days to pray to God on behalf of the emperor. In fact, he worships the Sanqing Palace every day and burns several articles copied by Lang Zhengchun himself. Taoist scriptures.

At Lang Bochuan's request, Song Zheng had no choice but to stay. Anyway, there were only three days, so Song Zheng agreed.

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Lang Bochuan's work was also simple. He only burned incense and burned paper, and it was completed in less than half an hour. However, because of yesterday's troubles, Lang Bochuan never relaxed. Therefore, on the 19th day of the first lunar month, Lang Bochuan rested all the time. Song Dynasty After Zheng took a tour around the Qing Palace, he stayed indoors and read a book.

The next day, Lang Bochuan finished his official duties. After asking the Ministry of Etiquette if there were any other ceremonies, he called Song Zheng, "Mr. Song, I have long wanted to take you to see the beauty of Qingcheng, but the things beforehand were complicated and I never had the chance. These two God, I will show you the beautiful scenery of Qingcheng."

Song Zheng nodded with a smile. He took advantage of the opportunity of offering sacrifices to the mountain to enjoy the scenery. This was something Lang Bochuan had discussed with him a long time ago, and he was able to steal half a day's leisure.

The two of them did not bring many followers. Song Zheng only brought Zhang Chong, and Lang Bochuan only brought four escort masters and two servants. The first stop for the group of nine people was the top of Pengzu Peak.

When we were offering sacrifices to the mountain the day before yesterday, no one cared about the beautiful scenery. It was all about the people. Everyone knows about traveling. When there are too many people, the mind becomes confused and the scenery becomes dull.

The mountain road was rugged, but Lang Bochuan and Song Zheng were full of pride. They pointed out the mountains and rivers, wrote inspiring words, and laughed endlessly. An hour later, they climbed to the top of Pengzu Peak.

Lang Bochuan was sweating and breathing heavily, but his eyes couldn't wait to look around. When his breathing calmed down a little, he wiped his forehead haphazardly, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

Song Zheng was also attracted by the beautiful scenery. He put his hands behind his back and wandered his eyes. Standing on the top of the mountain and looking around, the mountains were surrounded by mist, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

"Ah----" Suddenly, Lang Bochuan let out a long roar, which startled Song Zheng.

After a while, Lang Bochuan said quietly, "Sir, do you know that my lifelong wish is to travel to the famous mountains and rivers in the world and write poems and lyrics to my heart's content."

"It is also Yu's ambition." Song Zheng said with a smile, "The mountains and rivers of our country are magnificent, and the special scenery is everywhere. The beauty is endless. What I envy the most is Li Daoyuan, who has read all kinds of books and traveled all over the world. Although his official career was bumpy, his

But he lived a happy life and left behind such wonderful books as "Shui Jing Zhu"."

Lang Bochuan sighed and said, "It's a pity that I, Lang Bochuan, can only live in Shu. He can't reach the Qinling Mountains in the north and Fengjie in the east. He can even only live around Chengdu, or maybe just live in that small palace. What a pity!"

Song Zheng was silent. As the prince of Shu, Lang Bochuan was destined not to leave Shu, or even leave Chengdu. For Lang Bochuan, who loved to travel, the status of the prince only brought troubles.

"There are five mountains in the world, east, south, north, oh, and now there is also Xiyue and Huashan. They all belong to Qi, and Beiyue is in Jin. I have never seen these five mountains. The two rivers, the Yellow River, will never meet each other, and the Yangtze River will also

end

In Baidi City, the beauty of the mountains and rivers is limited to a corner, and it is a pity not to see the beautiful scenery!" Lang Bochuan sighed, raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and after a long time he said one sentence, "I miss the tangle of heaven and earth, and I shed tears with sadness."

Speaking of this, tears welled up in the corners of Lang Bochuan's eyes.

Song Zheng didn't know what to say to such a literary young man. The more things he couldn't get, the more beautiful he felt. For a beggar, happiness is a piece of steamed bun. For Lang Bochuan, it is cultural relics and beautiful mountains and rivers.

After being silent for a while, seeing Lang Bochuan's nose twitching and looking more and more sad, Song Zheng had to say: "Why is this Qingcheng Mountain also called the 'father-in-law of the Five Mountains'?"

"Legend has it that the 'father-in-law of the Five Mountains' was granted the title by the Yellow Emperor, so Qingcheng Mountain is also known as the Father-in-law Mountain." Lang Bochuan explained softly.

"Oh, does Huangdi think that Qingcheng Mountain has five daughters who are married to the five mountains in the world?"

Lang Bochuan burst out laughing, "The father-in-law here does not mean 'father-in-law', but means 'old man'. The father-in-law of Wuyue is..." At this point, Lang Bochuan suddenly stopped. He saw Song Zheng slyly saying

The corners of his mouth curled up. He suddenly understood that Song Zheng was teasing Menzi on purpose, so he smiled sheepishly, the sadness on his face greatly reduced.

When he returned that day, Lang Bochuan had a long talk with Song Zheng, and vaguely revealed his thoughts: He had no intention of being a prince, and he didn't like the throne. He just wanted to be a Taiping prince. Even if he couldn't leave Shu, he could freely travel around the mountains and rivers of Shu. As for

I don't even think about the imperial hegemony.

Song Zheng also understood the feeling of being involuntarily. If Lang Bochuan had bad morals and was completely incompetent, the position of the prince would be abolished. However, Lang Bochuan was kind-hearted, virtuous and generous, and had no evil deeds. In the Shu Kingdom that valued etiquette and law,

, nothing you say will be abolished.

Lang Bochuan expressed his true feelings, but Song Zheng did not dare to say a word more. Once this kind of thing got involved, it would be a fatal disaster. Fortunately, Lang Bochuan did not say anything clearly, and did not let Song Zheng come up with any ideas.

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In the early morning of the 21st day of the first lunar month, while Lang Bochuan was offering incense and burning paper in the Shangqing Palace, a group of about thirty Imperial Guards appeared at the gate of Changdao Temple, led by a white-faced general about thirty years old.

Seeing a sergeant arriving, the Taoist boy guarding the gate had extraordinary eyesight and knew that he was a palace guard. He quickly slapped him on the head and said, "Good luck and longevity."

The white-faced general nodded slightly, "I am the palace guard's assistant general Yizhen, and I have been ordered to welcome the prince down the mountain and station at the precious place."

The Taoist boy quickly welcomed him into the temple and went to inform the guards.

The white-faced general gestured back slightly, and then entered the courtyard with his head held high. The two imperial guards at the back quietly closed the gate. After a while, screams broke out in the temple. After half a stick of incense, there was no sound.