The east wind read all kinds of fragrances, and the mood is long with willows.
Su Wushu returned to the depths, and Zhuang Zhoumeng was busy with flowers.
Fortunately, it is difficult to get drunk with Can Jing.
It was during the Yuyi Festival that the old wandering soul broke off Baiyun Township.
"Early Spring and Gu Yun's Friends"
Tang: Cui Zhiyuan
—I am the dividing line —
And in the city of Yangzhou, which has been under heavy siege for many days; Cui Zhiyuan, a Silla who has been talked about by many people, was also drunk with messy eyes and flushed, lying in the arms of a singer full of powdery powder, and couldn't help but yawn. ; Then he was held tightly in the middle of his arms by the other party and said:
"Cui Lang must take care of his body..."
"What's the use of taking care, but I don't know if I can see tomorrow... if one day is a day..."
Cui Zhiyuan murmured in her arms, half drunk and half awake.
After all, the things that have happened in the past few months since the previous year are more thrilling and ups and downs than the other years of the first half of life combined. As a former guest under the Huainan Festival, he was also forced to change his master several times and witnessed most of the chaos and tragedies that have occurred.
Therefore, now Cui Zhiyuan is really tired and really scared. Although the new owner of Guangling City, Yang Xingyun, is pretty good to them who had clung to Ajie’s Lv Yong’s party, and even has the meaning of being a corporal of courtesy and virtuous; but his benefactors who died in the first place , And isn’t that similar
Especially after seeing the lineup of the thieves outside the city, and most of the time they can only be passively beaten, but never see any direct offensive on the city’s head, after being lifted down from the messy corpses every day, who can be right? How much confidence and hope do you have in the future of this Guangling City.
Of course, perhaps when the city’s food and equipment are sufficient, the Shou Hao army brought by Yang Xingyun can still resist; but those soldiers who come from the local city will inevitably have to compete with those who were drawn. At the same time, amidst the low morale and depression who were driven up to the city wall every day, more pessimism, disappointment and complaints arose.
As one of the officials who personally participated in the machine and took charge of the books, he even vaguely knew some other less optimistic situations. For example, there have been signs of epidemics in many areas in the city; and the corpses of soldiers who were suspected of being "unaccustomed to water and soil" were thrown from the city head into the outer moat under the cover of night.
All these bad news and predicaments are all torturing his mind and body and getting worse; and let this formerly rich, moist, gentle and decent former investigator (the handsome man in the banquet selection, not the ranking), change Sales have to become increasingly dry. Only because of the warm embrace of these singers can he temporarily find some comfort and false peace of mind from escaping from reality.
Of course, in a sense, these female singers and actresses who have been living in the land of Huaiyang fireworks for a long time are the very few people who are most sincerely concerned about his health and safety. Because the wars and calamities brought to this Huaizuo name by the previous turmoil, it is inevitable that these groups will be directly or indirectly reflected in these groups that entertain people with their voices.
Even Yang Xingmin, who was known as a corporal of courtesy and gave preferential treatment to city sergeants and county leaders, Yang Liu, after Yang Liu, used the ready resources of these sensual places and humble groups to reward and reward his soldiers, he was also generous with no exception. plus;
Therefore, if Cui Zhiyuan is not for the official status of Jie Ya, who patronizes and shelters this private pavilion in disguised form, I am afraid that they will also think about the (water) boat girls and (shore) between the twenty-four bridges. Bian), just like the colleagues in the courtyard, they were drawn into the barracks and garrisons near the gates, and there was no chance to let them go.
Seeing that Cui Zhiyuan's interest is getting lower and lower. At this time, another young and somewhat cramped singer in the neighborhood also flicked the 箜篌 string again, and played the "Spring Orioles", which evolved from Too Changle, and suddenly the cheerful and active sound of clank was coiled* * Yang Yang is in the air.
Because this song "Spring Orioles" came from Tang Gaozong Li Zhichen's listening to Yingming, the court musician Bai Mingda composed the music and choreographed it. Then another older singer sang Zhang Hu's poem in a faintly harmonious voice: "Xingqing Chi Nan Liu is not open, Taizhen first puts a branch of plum. My wife has already sang Chunying, Huaxialai. Come to the soft dance."
Listening to these leisurely and lively singing, coupled with the faint sneer and banter of Sakon as the background, Cui Zhiyuan's original brows also slowly relax; it is as if he is immersed in the peace of a certain dream back to his hometown, but I don't know it is. The young singer’s skill is not enough or it’s a mistake. After imitating the sound of Ying Ciao's string, it can't rise again, and suddenly the cheerful Ying Ciao's tune becomes a dismal and intermittent wailing; Cui Zhiyuan woke up in shock.
There was only a loud pop, but the older singer wrapped her palm on the young singer's face, and a handprint was reddening visible to the naked eye and sternly said:
"Furong, you are not good at learning art and you have missed your career; Cui Langjun rarely rests here for a while, do you want to go bad too?"
"Sanniang forgive me, but Cui Lang will forgive me... Don't drive me out, I'm willing to be punished anyway..."
The young singer Furong couldn't help but rushed down, tears streaming down her face, clouding her temples and buckling her head as if making trouble:
"Okay, okay, but I missed the bullet, and it doesn't stop me..."
Cui Zhiyuan waved his hand a little tiredly:
"It's also Cui Langjun that your Bodhisattva is accustomed to her!"
The elder Sanniang sighed with a bit of hatred for iron and steel:
"This little girl has a good skin that he has to go in. It was originally a five-tone loss. Now that the instrumental music is not perfect, how can you maintain your family and livelihood in the future? If you encounter those who are extraordinarily decent and regular Lord and stranger, I am afraid that it will not be a great pain or even loss of life;"
Having said that, she turned her head and said:
"Furong, do I put you under my lap, and I really want to be taken to the Xialiao venue. Will the people who only rely on the flesh and blood serve to regret it? At least Cui Lang pitying you right now, and willing to consider our restaurant. ."
"Sanniang... No... A mother taught that Furong knew her mistake..."
The singer Furong also hugged her legs with tears:
"There is a shame under his knees, but Cui Lang laughed..."
Sanniang smiled sadly at Cui Zhiyuan:
"I'm getting older, I'm afraid I won't be able to serve Cui Lang for a few more years, or let Lang Jun take the Furong too, even if I'm a maidservant who makes the bed and stacks the quilt..."
"Sanniang, you really are... Zhou Ai is here..."
Cui Zhiyuan, who had witnessed all this but was unconsciously involved in him, also smiled bitterly:
"It's just that I'm still on the ground now, and my future is uncertain. How dare I easily delay other people's homes... With Sanniang accompany you to meet each other privately, don't expect too much..."
"Could it be that even Cui Lang is not optimistic about the envoy of Yang..."
Sanniang did not brow slightly and said:
"Although Shijun Yang treats me quite courteously, he also has a benevolent reputation and a capable attitude, but the characters under him may not be any more; ... and now he is trapped in the city; Yang Gongyu has to rely on this generation."
Cui Zhiyuan couldn't say too much, so he clicked and said:
"The slave is just a woman of shallow knowledge. Entrusting Furong to you this time, I hope that I can live a day or a day, and I don't want to think too far..."
Sanniang's gastritis's face changed slightly, but she said in a sincere voice when she transferred the words to her.
"If there are any more discrepancies and variables in the future, this child will be regarded as having a birthday for a few days; now it is not a delay, but it will be a drag on Lang."
Cui Zhiyuan smiled bitterly again, and said something, when he suddenly heard a mess of footsteps outside, and then a stumbling figure rushed in, grabbing Cui Zhiyuan's sleeve and shouting:
"Guyun, something has happened, something has happened... something has happened in the city..."
Cui Zhiyuan couldn't help but fix his eyes, but it was Zhang Qiao, a former colleague from Chizhou (now Guichi District, Chizhou City, Anhui Province). Also known as the "Xiantong Ten Zhe", such as Xu Tang, Yu Tanzhi, Ju Yan, Wu Han, Ren Tao, Zhou Yu, Zhang Yu, Zheng Gu, Li Qiyuan and Qiao among the talented talents of Southeast Asia. Later, when he lived in Jiuhua Mountain in seclusion, he was strongly invited by the Huainan Shogunate to become an official.
From the original Lishui County (now Gaochun District, Nanjing), Cui Zhiyuan turned to Gao Huainan’s subordinates to play music, mainly responsible for the delivery of official documents, transfer of official property and other pavilion and post inspectors. The constitutional title and honorary title such as "Gift of the Gosh Bag" in the Imperial History has been rejected by most of my colleagues on the grounds of "barbarizing China."
Later, he irritated Gao Pian, who was rightly embarrassed by his words "for a long time, but he was embarrassed." He was expelled twice in disguised form and released as Chuzhou and Chuzhou. After he was called back, he never had a chance again. I saw the Gaojun king who is dedicated to cultivating immortality. On the contrary, it was Lu Yongzhi, known as the demon way, who gave him a chance to pick up a pen or choose a knife. . . .
Then, after suffering chaos and the death of his old deceased, this Zhang Qiao is now one of his few old friends, and he is also now appointed to the army by the newly appointed Jieya. But I don't know what kind of big things, so that Zhang Canjun, who has always been light, has a disheveled hair and a lame shirt. He only has a single shirt on his body, and he rushes over to report the letter regardless of everything.
After drinking several sips of the wine that Sanniang brought over, and after smoothing the frustration in his chest and abdomen, Zhang Qiao turned red with a pale face and continued to speak:
"Today at noon, the Yamen's guards and tooth soldiers suddenly dispatched all the people in Dasuo. It was secretly rumored in the Yamen that someone wanted to collude with the thief troops outside the city, and they should join forces inside and outside to surrender the city to the enemy..."
"It is said that the first thing to do is to count and interrogate the various people in the old city; therefore, from the evening, hundreds of people from the generals and schools were called into the Department of Transportation for questioning, but they did not come out;"
"I have a clerk who is familiar with the transportation department after he was expelled, but couldn't help but sneak back in the night to get things, but accidentally ran into the back door and saw the blood flowing in the dark ditch, and he was so scared that he couldn't break his family. Dare to come back and ran straight to me"
"Then I learned that all yamen in the city were also blocked, and those who were on duty and those who were not on duty were temporarily detained.. Next, I am afraid that it will be our turn.... Have to do it early. Respond..."
Hearing this, Cui Zhiyuan's face suddenly became as pale as his. Compared to some superficial situations that Zhang Canjun can see, Cui Zhiyuan, who has personally experienced too much chaos, can feel something else. For example, after experiencing the continuous wear and tear of driving up the city, the Yang Shijun finally made up his mind to clean these old people from Huaiyang? (End of this chapter)