Royal Road

After leaving the pavilion, there is no ice basin fan everywhere, even if it is shaded by greenery, the temperature has risen a few degrees. However, Liang Feng only felt cold in his limbs, and even his body began to tremble.

The crazily thirst that lurked in the body surged again. It was just an act of swallowing a pill, which evoked a lingering addiction, urging him to bend his knees to something he had quit. This is not something that can be controlled by consciousness, but Liang Feng did not surrender. In the closed sleeves, his hands were tightly clasped together, strong enough to pinch deep bruises, just like wrestling with himself.

The chattering and laughter of others, the rustling of the wind through the dense forest, and all kinds of other sounds were all forgotten. Liang Feng walked stupidly, not fast or slow, every step seemed to be on the tip of a knife. Leng Khan slid down his back, his lips turned pale, but he still didn't stop, just so stubbornly to keep up with the team.

It took less than a quarter of an hour to walk more than three miles from the pavilion to the lake. Sima walked like a rush, walking with sweat all over his body. The irritating dryness gradually dissipated and turned into an intoxicating comfort. With the help of the maid, he boarded the boat that was parked on the shore.

This boat is also specially made, and in this small artificial lake, it is a bit too big. However, the tiny waves in the lake couldn't shake the floating boat at all, and the water vapor in the mountains was full of coolness and refreshing.

The sweat-soaked clothes gradually became cold, which was just in line with the cold clothes and the cold lying after taking the clothes loose. Without changing clothes, Sima opened his arms and sat down regardless of manners, and then let the old Dao and the accompanying guests board the boat. The music sounded again, and the food was laid out on the table like running water.

After taking it, you need to eat a lot, and you can only eat cold food. Sima Yue didn't care about other people's preferences, and ordered them to be served with delicious cold food, enough for him to enjoy.

After devouring a few dishes, Sima Yue breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the pill he took today was actually effective. However, the reward on the spot has lost his identity, and it seems that he still has to build a Taoist temple to support this immortal master.

Sweeping his gaze randomly, he noticed the lonely figure sitting aside. I don't know if it's because of my slowness, the waiter only allocated a last table to Liang Zixi, and the meal on the table was not considered rich. The man was just sitting there, he didn't seem to move the chopsticks much, his face was shockingly pale.

Sima Yue put down the wine cup in his hand, and said, "Why does Liang Taishou use so little? But the wine and food are not to the taste?"

Liang Feng seemed to stay for a while, then slowly put down his chopsticks, and replied with his hands: "The lower official is physically weak, so I can't use it too much."

This is not like lying. Sima Yue reacted when he saw the person's trembling, white lips and blue eyes. Could it be that the road just now made him tired out of trouble? This body is really weak.

Thinking of the veteran judgment just now, Sima Yue's lips smiled deeper: "Mr Liang is weak, so he should be a good general. By the way, I heard that you have a lot of Jiehu under your hand, but what about this?"

"Yes." Liang Feng gasped in a low breath before letting his voice stabilize. "Human jealous, if indulgent, it will eventually become a disaster, it is better to stop it."

Sima Yue's inspiration flashed: "This is the method passed down by your ancestor Liang Gong?"

Liang Feng's ancestor was Liang Xi, a famous minister of Cao Wei, and Liang Xi's greatest achievement in his life was to govern the state, allowing the Xiongnu and Xianbei in the state to submit to the court. It is precisely because of this that he was reused by the two emperors of Cao and Wei and won the reputation of the world's most capable minister. If Liang Zixi had learned the ability of his ancestors, wouldn't it be right to cause chaos in the state?

Liang Feng looked down and said: "It's what the family ancestor passed down."

Sima Yue laughed: "It's really after the Nengchen..."

With that, Sima Yue's sight circled around Liang Feng. Such a sick, half-dead, and truly talented person, seems to be really usable? After working hard for a few years, he might die on the couch first without having to do it himself. Wouldn't it kill two birds with one stone if the rectified Bingzhou was put together?

As soon as the conversation changed, Sima became more stern: "It's just that the taxation has been insufficient for the past two years in the party. There are also rumors that Le Pingguo has been harassed by soldiers and horses, can this happen?"

Liang Feng’s mind is already buzzing, but his bite is bitten, supporting the only remaining Qingming: “There are too many refugees, and they have to support the army’s back road, and there is not much surplus for the party, and there are too many officials. The Ming court only hoped for tax reduction or exemption. As for Leping country, the banditry was cleared away, and Wen Taizhen took over as the county magistrate..."

He paused, and slowly leaned down: "The upper party is in danger, and the lower officials have worked hard, just to protect the potholes and guard the king's safety. Sincerely, I also ask the Taiwei to observe."

This worship, but the real Jishouzheng worship, couldn't kneel down. Seeing the shivering thin back, Sima Yue couldn't help but feel complacent in his heart. He is a celebrity, and even treats those who have scolded him and treated him with courtesy. But those madmen from humble backgrounds can only serve as officials in his mansion, and cannot hold official positions. In his mind, the only people who can serve as officials, especially those who have a high position of two thousand stone in the state and county, are still only the upper-class students.

And those who are slightly inadequate, have to obey him and be loyal. As for the integrity and talents, they are always just good-looking things on the surface.

Therefore, to say a thousand words and ten thousand is not as good as this reality.

Twirling his beard and smiling, Sima Yue lightly said: "Why Zixi? The merits of joining the party are only in the eyes. Those money and food matters are self-allowable, and there is no need to worry. It is just that the state is in danger, and you should send some more. The garrison is the man in the DPRK."

What does it mean? Having lost his previous keen observation ability, Liang Feng straightened up stupefied, not knowing how to answer. Seeing that the other side was in a trance, Sima Yue did not explain, shook his head and sighed: "Why does Zixi sweat like syrup, can I call for a doctor?"

Only then did Liang Feng realize that there was sweat on his face. He lifted his sleeves and wiped it gently on his face: "The weather is hot, and the lower officials can't bear the heat..."

"If that's the case, let's rest earlier. Come here and send Prefect Liang to leave the garden." They are all sick like this, so how can Sima Yue bother him to stay here to get an eye on him?

In the face of this "considerate" resignation, Liang Feng lowered his eyes and thanked him again. Only then slowly got up, and walked along the way with the waiter. Sima Yue chuckled as he looked at the somewhat shaky figure. It seemed that Wang Yifu's idea was not bad, but he could do it according to plan.

After walking away shortly afterwards, he turned his head with a smile and said to the people around him: "Today the immortal is here today, and I want to talk about the mystery. Come, fetch it."

This is to bend the stream. The following accompany the guest suddenly came to the spirit, gearing up, just wanting to please the host. The old Dao on the side also caressed his beard leisurely. Without the obstructive Buddha, he would be able to occupy a position beside the East Sea King generously. Just like the immortal long beside the king of Chengdu, enjoy the glory.

All of them left the leaving figure behind and threw themselves into the banquet once again.

Liang Feng didn't know how he got out of Xianmingyuan. When one foot deep and one foot came to the side of the bullock cart, Qingmei exclaimed: "Lord, why is your face so bad?"

Liang Feng didn't say a word and boarded the bullock cart. Qingmei didn't dare to neglect, and immediately ordered to return to the city. It is necessary to find Doctor Jiang as soon as possible to treat Lang's chief!

However, the bullock cart only traveled for a few miles, and Liang Feng suddenly shouted, "Stop!"

He was taken aback, but the coachman was also born in a trilogy, and he reacted very quickly, so he immediately pulled the bullock cart to a stop. Before the car stopped steadily, Liang Feng rushed out of the carriage, stumbled forward a few steps, and let out a wow.

Those cold delicacies turned into sour mucus and rushed out of the throat. Is this motion sickness? No, Liang Feng only feels disgusting. For the banquet just now, for the self who knelt down as the chief inspector. Why did he become like this? Why do you want to bend your knees to the stupid Sima ethnic group? And the addiction that makes people unbearable. The discomfort of the whole body seemed to condense together, making Liang Feng wish to vomit his liver and gallbladder clean!

Qingmei was frightened, sobbing and slapping Liang Feng's back, trying to make her host a little more comfortable. But what is the use of this insignificant comfort? After vomiting cleanly, Liang Feng didn't get back into the car, and he didn't even take the clean water from Lvzhu to rinse his mouth. His mouth was full of bitterness, and he staggered to the side of the forest.

Where is he going? Liang Feng is actually not clear. The chaos in his mind was completely urged, and he didn't even know where he was. This is not Beijing, not any place he knows well. Where is his car parked? The celebration banquet should be put on, this time the old man will send someone to shave him again?

When he stumbled, he held onto the tree trunk beside him, and his long robe sleeves hung in front of his eyes. Liang Feng stretched out his hand in confusion and pulled his cuff. However, I haven't figured out why I was wearing this, and a low sound of piano came in the wind.

As if attracted, Liang Feng walked deeper into the forest. After passing through a broad-leaved paulownia forest, a small stone platform appeared in front of him. On the smooth boulder sat an old man with white beard and hair and wrinkles on his face. He couldn't see how old he was, but he was still old. His clothes are all linen, and the fronts are not closed, revealing a shriveled chest and abdomen. There is also a dumped hip flask beside his feet, and I don't know if I drank it clean. He is holding a musical instrument in front of his chest, with a long neck and a round belly, which is a stringed instrument.

Liang Feng stared at the old man in front of him blankly. That's not what he is used to dressing up, not an old man in an ordinary mountain village. On the contrary, the old man is like walking out of a historical drama, with indelible vicissitudes and a sense of reality.

"Lord Lord! This is another courtyard..." An urgent voice sounded from behind. Liang Feng turned his head and saw a teenage girl who also looked like a hairpin.

Who is he? Who are they? Those numb chaos suddenly got a direction, and Liang Feng trembled. Yes, he is no longer the Liang Feng, no longer the criminal policeman who was born to death. He is Liang Feng, the prefect of Shangdang, and the master of Liang's mansion. It has been three years since he came into this world...

Why should he stop here?

A piece of his chest collapsed, and Liang Feng only felt that his breathing was short. Why does he stay here? !

Just as the darkness rushed forward, the old man on the stone suddenly said, "Do you want to be ammunition?"

The old man handed out the musical instrument in his arms.

Looking at the instrument for a long while, Liang Feng walked over and took it in his hand. It's not like the lute you usually see, it's more round, and it's not held upright, but it can be held across the chest like a guitar. It's just that the strings are not six, and the four paths have pillars, like a deformation of a lute. Holding the cold musical instrument in his arms, Liang Feng stayed for a while and started playing.

There is no pick, nor is he familiar with the four strings, Liang Feng's playing is messy. What he played was not an ancient song, but a popular song from a long time ago. At that time they changed the song to a guitar song, and a few people gathered around, yelling, drinking and singing. The singing is frivolous and frivolous, and unruly, as well as the boldness and coziness of the distant world. He is very familiar with playing, and every time he can get cheers in the house.

But now, the tune is out of tune.

This is not a musical instrument he is familiar with, this is not an era he is familiar with, and this is not a place where he can sing and some people respond to it.

With a ding sound, the sound of the piano was interrupted. Liang Feng stood still as if he had lost his soul. Yes, he can't go back.

Unable to stop the shaking of his hands, he handed the piano back to the old man, staggered around, and wanted to leave. However, at this time, the piano sounds again!

That is not pure music. Sixian buzzed and made a loud noise, just like a long roar in the stream, and then, the tune changed, the turbid waves hit the shore, Hexiang lonely, became free and easy to dust, like a long song of laughter, like a horizontal sword in the world .

Liang Feng turned his head abruptly. That tune is so familiar, just like the one he just wanted to play. However, the rhythm is so unfamiliar. It is more powerful and free and easy than the original sound I have heard. It is like a master of praise, walking in the wind, drunk and singing.

Obviously it is just a musical instrument, but it has a surprisingly complicated sound. And the sound of the piano penetrated the bones into the marrow again, piercing the heart directly. Liang Feng has never heard such a tune, let alone seen such a musician! His body, mind, and lungs were all gripped by the sound of the song. In addition to the extreme pain, he gave birth to infinite comfort!

However, the song was played so fast, before the aftertaste, it stopped abruptly.

The wind stops and the trees are quiet, the birds do not sing, and there seems to be a reverberation around the beam.

The old man put down his hand and sighed: "This song is novel and has some Guangling legacy."

The old man's voice was not like his piano, it was dry and hoarse and weak. However, Liang Feng seemed to have been hit by something, his eyes were sour, and he could hardly help tears in his eyes. Yes, in the film, this song is played and sung as an adaptation of "Guangling San". At this moment, there are still people who haven't forgotten Ji Zhongsan's Guangling legacy. Is Nagqu like Guangling? Maybe not really similar. But the time and space that has been chaotic for thousands of years has quietly merged in one place!

Suppressing the tears in his eyes, Liang Feng bowed down for a long time, and said, "Thank you for giving me the song."

He did not ask the other party's last name or first name. I've heard "Guangling San" and can play such a melody. It's very vulgar. But does the name matter? Does identity matter? Far better than this chance encounter with Xianle!

The old man didn't say much, just waved his hand and flicked the strings again. The string buzzes, but it is no longer in tune.

Taking a deep breath, Liang Feng straightened up, smoothed the messy folds on his body, and also stroked away the madness. Yun Lu lifted lightly, and he walked towards the place.

The author has something to say: In fact, in these chapters, Shao Liang is experiencing abnormal reactions. Withdrawal caused depression. This is physiological and no one can treat it. With the addition of heart addiction, it will be even more difficult.

In this chapter, the old man he met was actually Ruan Xian. One of the seven sages of the bamboo forest is also Ruan Ji's nephew. Ruan Ji passed away a long time ago, but Ruan Xian’s age has not been recorded. If he lived to this time, he would be 70 or 80 years old. Ruan Xian is a master of music, even because of his superb piano skills, the Qin pipa he is good at, that is, the straight-necked pipa, will be called "Ruan Xian" in later generations. The name of a musical instrument is determined by a person's name.

There were real celebrities in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, and they also had the grace and grace of singing for thousands of years. It is a pity that they are writers and artists, and it is the first time that China has really touched the true meaning of "beauty". However, these temperaments have nothing to do with politics.

Poets are not suitable for political participation, no matter when.