In the late spring of March, the spring is bright and the sky is clear. Although Weishan has no unique scenery, it is full of verdant green and gurgling clear water, which can not help but make people feel refreshed and relieved. I saw more than a dozen young gentlemen sitting around the water-guiding pavilion. The oldest of these people was not in the age of the weak crown, and the youngest was not yet fourteen. They were all dressed in red and green. At first glance, it is a bit more gorgeous than the mountain flowers by the pavilion.
Like the stars holding the moon, a man sits upright in the water-seeking pavilion. He is still young, with long white eyes and a stern face. He is dressed in a single apricot robe, wears a lacquered sarong crown on his head, and holds a white jade Ruyi in his hand. The beautiful beard under the chin swayed gently in the wind, showing a more graceful and leisurely manner. This person is Wang Wen, a Zhongzheng official in the evaluation of the ninth-rank officials, the direct branch of the Jinyang Wang clan in Taiyuan, the fourth son of Situ Wang Hun, and the official worship Sanqi regular attendant, a real dignitary.
With such an examiner, the children of all families can't wait to use all their strengths, and the officials of Bo Zhongzheng have blue eyes. Wang Wen sat in the main seat, chatting and laughing freely, sometimes taking examinations of poetry and calligraphy, sometimes commenting on calligraphy and painting, and some who chose to play the qin and scriptures that he liked, he also answered one by one. Although he was always smiling and courteous, Wang Wen was a little impatient. Shangdang is a big county, but its location is strategic, and it has always been a battleground for military strategists. Therefore, the surrounding wars have been turbulent for years, and the gentry are mostly local tyrants. The style of writing is much inferior to that of Jinyang, not to mention the style and appearance.
I have been used to seeing the children of the high school since I was a child, and then looking at the arrogance of these little nobles is really unappetizing. It was also thanks to him that he remembered that he had something to do, so he didn't leave early. Now that the evaluation is more than half, the remaining ones who can barely be called nobles should not take long.
Shaking Ruyi lightly, Wang Wen was about to take the exam to select a candidate when a small official hurried over and said in his ear, "Reporting to Zhongzheng, a gentleman has arrived below, and I want to ask to see you."
When is this all, I just came to Sushui Pavilion now, don't you take the evaluation into consideration? Wang Wen's magnanimity is very high, but he has never encountered such a rude person. He frowned, and just as he was about to refuse, the clerk added in a low voice, "That Langjun is seriously ill, it seems that he didn't mean to be late..."
This is beyond the scope of the clerk's responsibilities. Wang Wen glanced at the little official in surprise, and found that the man's face was a little red, and he was faintly sympathetic. In an instant, curiosity prevailed, and he nodded slightly: "Bring him up."
The little official didn't hesitate at all, and ran down immediately. Looking at the slightly anxious back of the other party, Wang Wen twisted his beard and leaned on the table behind him. He wanted to see how this latecomer moved the scribes under him.
After waiting for less than half a cup of tea, I saw a person walking up the steps and slowly walking towards the Sushui Pavilion. He has been obsessed with poetry and books for many years, but Wang Wen's eyes are not very good. At first, he could only see a slender figure, dressed in a black robe, wearing a small white jade crown, two bright red long tassel bundled under his chin, his posture is straight, and his steps are leisurely. . A wide robe was swayed by the mountain wind, which made the man look like a bamboo in the wind, with a graceful appearance.
With just one figure, all the vulgar things outside the pavilion were compared. Unconsciously, Wang Wen sat up straight, even forgetting the candidates who were being evaluated, and stared at the person with wide eyes. The more he looked at it, the more surprised he became.
That is a very beautiful person. Hair like crow feathers, face like fine snow, a pair of phoenix eyes are long and narrow, and their eyes are bright and lacquer. Coupled with the eyebrows on the temples, it is simply handsome and soul-stirring. If those eyes are placed on a healthy person, it will definitely make people feel high-minded and graceful. Unfortunately, he was very ill. His eyes were blue and black, his lips were pale, and when he looked carefully, even his body swayed slightly, as if a whistling wind could kill him.
The extreme clarity and the extreme sickness are mixed together, plus that jade-like appearance. It can be said that the person is like a sick willow, and the body is like a lonely pine. In addition to being amazed, it also gives birth to extreme regret. I was afraid that I was accidentally killed by the thief God.
Maybe it was because he was shocked by his posture. Inside and outside the Waterway Pavilion, the people who had been talking involuntarily stopped involuntarily, and countless eyes fell on the person who came. There are surprises and hatreds, guesses and hatreds. However, the man didn't care about other people's eyes. He walked to the pavilion and gave a slight salute to Wang Wen who was sitting on the high platform: "Chen Jun Zhe Liang Feng Liang Zixi, I have seen Zhongzheng."
After all, Wang Wen was a descendant of the Wang family in Jinyang, but he was stunned for a moment, and then he came to his senses. He came from a famous family and was proficient in genealogy, so he immediately asked, "But after the Duke Liang of Shenmenting?"
"It's the ancestor." Liang Feng replied.
Wang Wen tapped the palm of his hand with jade Ruyi, and praised: "I have heard the name of Duke Liang for a long time, expel Beihu, pacified the two states, and even Wei Wu praised him as the best political achievement in the world. When I see it now, I know the style of Duke Liang back then."
Back then, when Liang Xigong became famous, he didn't rely on his face, right? Liang Feng slandered in his heart, but there was no flaw in his face, and said humbly: "Zhongzheng is too famous."
"Come on, sit here." Wang Wen smiled and waved to him, pointing to the seat beside him.
This is already beyond the norm. You must know that the Liang family has never had a high-ranking official in the Qingliu family, and his net worth is barely average. If he has a "Second Rank", he is already looking at him highly. How could he be so rude to invite him to his side.
However, even Wang Wen felt that such talents were rare. I am afraid that it is not much better than Uncle He Ping and Pan Anren. In today's troubled times, many amazing and brilliant characters are like falling flowers and water, and the fragrance disappears. Seeing such a sick and weak jade man, how can one not feel pity.
Such preferential treatment did not impress Liang Feng. On the contrary, he shook his head slightly: "Junior does not want to participate in the elegant gathering, please forgive me."
This sentence, like a thunderbolt, shocked everyone. Wang Wen said in surprise: "You came here, not to participate in the elegant gathering?"
This question simply speaks to everyone's heart. It's okay to be late, but when you're late, you say you're not here to take part in the assessment. Are you here to play tricks
Liang Feng said, "To be honest, the juniors came to join the party for the purpose of evaluating officials. However, a sudden serious illness almost cost him his life, so he didn't know that Yaji was advanced to this day. The juniors were actually going home. I happened to be here on the way, only to find out that the elegant gathering was open, and I came here to say goodbye.”
No wonder he was late, so long. Wang Wen was even more surprised. The Liang family was about to decline. Could it be that just because he was ill, he would abandon such a good opportunity and give up the evaluation? He couldn't help raising his eyebrows and asked: "The imperial court is about to cut the title, and I remember that Liang's family is also among them. If you are cut off from the title of Marquis Ting, what will you do?"
This question is really sharp. If he said he cared, then the previous farewell was a pretentious gesture, which would immediately dispel Wang Wen's goodwill. If you say that you don't care, is the inheritance handed down by your family's ancestors just wasted? How disrespectful! Such a tricky question immediately made many people gloat at the misfortune, ready to watch this Liang Feng's joke.
However, Liang Feng's expression remained unchanged, and he replied lightly: "When I was dying of a serious illness, I dreamed of a delicate and elegant garden. The ground was half gold, half soil, and there were green trees all over the garden. The light was bright, and from a distance, it seemed like a grand puja was being held. In the dimness, I heard someone recite a scripture, every word of which was engraved into the bones. After waking up, I realized that my obsessions were all in vain. "
Wang Wen's eyes widened, is this the dream of a god and a Buddha? He actually dreamed of the scene where the Buddha preached the Dharma? Most people in this world worship Buddhism and Dao, and they like prophecies, and no one will lie about it. He couldn't help but leaned forward and asked anxiously, "Do you remember that scripture?"
"The scripture is too long, and it's a bit vague. The only verse that wakes me up is to not forget it." Liang Feng breathed a little, and said loudly, "Everything has action, like a dream bubble, like dew and like electricity, so it should be done like this. view."
His voice was slightly muffled, but in no way affected the beauty of the sound quality. The mountain wind was blowing slowly, blowing the wide-sleeved robe, making the figure seem to be dancing in the wind. The verses go around the beam, and Ruo Brahma sings.
Ruyi in Wang Wen's palm slammed on the table. He has been familiar with the scriptures since he was a child, has a profound understanding of Buddhist philosophy, and has also learned a lot of scriptures. He had never heard this verse. But anyone who has a rough understanding of Buddhism should know that this must be a classic that can be famous for centuries. The pain of a hundred generations and the hustle and bustle of the world have all been covered up by this sentence. Jin people are in troubled times, and their lives are like mayflies. Therefore, they will be free and open, and they will be more famous and worship nature. This verse is like a blow to the head, an electric shock across the sky, tearing apart the fog hidden in my heart. How could Wang Wen not be stunned and lost in thought.
By the waterside pavilion, there was silence for a few seconds. Wang Wen suddenly stood up, with tears in his eyes. He leaned over and bowed: "This sentence alone is like a slap in the face. If you can think of other scriptures, please ask Liang Lang to give it to me."
His family and identity are far from Liang Feng's, and everyone was shocked by this gesture. Liang Feng, however, did not move at all, and sighed softly: "If tonight's generation is too sick and weak, I'm afraid that I will think about it slowly. If I silently cite other scriptures, I will definitely present them as they are."
Wang Wen seemed to have completely forgotten about the evaluation, and hurriedly said: "Why don't you come to my mansion, you and I can talk at night and talk about Buddhism."
This is an invitation from the King of Jinyang, and it is an honor to put it in front of anyone. However, Liang Feng shook his head: "There is still a young son in the family, and the younger generation is like an arrow, please forgive me."
It may be that he stood for too long, and his figure swayed slightly. Only then did Wang Wen realize that the person in front of him had just been seriously ill, and now his life is at stake. His heart tightened, and he said: "Young Imperial Physician Jiang has an old relationship with me. He is Wang Tailing's entrant disciple. He is very skilled in medicine. House."
This is a good thing delivered to the door, Liang Feng couldn't help but smile, bowed and said, "Thank you for the love of Zhongzheng, the junior can return to his hometown with peace of mind."
This is to say goodbye. Seeing that he couldn't keep anyone, Wang Wen couldn't help sighing: "It's my luck to be able to meet Zixi. Unfortunately, the time is too rushed. Be careful on the road, I'll be waiting for good news in Jinyang."
Liang Feng bowed solemnly and said, "Zhongzheng is serious. The younger generation bids farewell."
This conversation does not involve any frivolous fame and fortune, just like the wind in his arms, quaint and elegant. The people inside and outside the pavilion were stunned for a long time, and Li Lang, who was in the corner, was even more stunned and trembling all over. Of course he knew that his cousin was beautiful and talented, but who would have thought that he would break into the elegant collection like this, and say nonsense about the Buddha's dream! Haven't seen any signs before? Are those all disguise to confuse yourself
Just as Li Lang was gnashing his teeth, Liang Feng suddenly turned around, gave him a bow, and said faintly: "Third brother, thank you for taking care of you these days. There is just one thing that I have to say. Yan Sheng, he deserves to die. "
After saying this, Liang Feng sighed softly, and without waiting for Li Lang to answer, he turned around and walked down the mountain.
The author has something to say: handsome or not! Not cool! Liang Shao said that slaps in the face should also pay attention to force and means =w=
Uncle He Ping: He Yan, the key word "He Lang Fufen".
Pan Anren: Pan An, the key word "looks better than Pan An".
Wei Jie was still a child at this time, and he didn't have a reputation. Wei and Jin were known for their beauty.