The Weather Changes

Chapter 157: Go west to Shanglinyuan

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Volume 2: The Edge of Heaven

Chapter 156 Going West to Shanglinyuan

From here, going northwest, along the southern foot of Mangshan Mountain, all the way west, there is an official road passing through Gucheng Hangu Pass, and going straight to Chang'an from Mianchi. Hundreds of years ago, the founding emperor of our Han Dynasty took this route to enter the pass and capture Xianyang (this route of advance is still controversial, author's note); this time we went to Shanglinyuan, we took this road; in a few days, the emperor will also take this road during his tour.

Although there is also a Shanglin Garden near Luoyang City, many people still like to call it Xilin Garden, especially after the current emperor sold official positions there, people are even more reluctant to call it Shanglin Garden. Because there is an irreplaceable Shanglin Garden, and the grandeur of the eight rivers flowing across the four hundred miles of the area, and the various legends of Shanglin Garden alone are fascinating. I think almost everyone in the world wants to see what Shanglin Garden looks like. And no matter how many things are criticized about its construction and maintenance, its existence witnessed the moment when our Han Dynasty was no longer bullied by foreign enemies.

But suddenly today, some of the original enemies have moved away, and the rest have become our own family.

Think about it, thousands of years ago, they were one family with us. (According to historical records, the Xiongnu were a branch of the descendants of Xia Jie, author's note)

The Xianbei people outside the Great Wall today are said to be descendants of the Chinese people (disputed among historians, author's note), and later moved to the Xianbei Mountains (now the Greater Khingan Range) and got their name from them.

Will they be able to become part of our family one day

In fact, we are all ordinary people, and we shouldn't kill each other like this. However, I don't know why, the Xianbei plundered our border people, we attacked their pastures, and then the fighting became more and more fierce, and it was out of control. But maybe it will take a few hundred years, and they really become our own people, and then someone will figure it out. If everyone gives in, maybe there won't be so many innocent people who need to sacrifice in vain for some very boring or extremely boring reasons. Just like after Huhanye Chanyu returned, we and their people figured it out.

In fact, everyone wants to live a better life for themselves; but once you die, there will be no more chances to live a good life.

Now I feel that the crisis hidden in this Hun army is extremely troublesome, and the key is that they are still in my father's territory.

However, for hundreds of years and hundreds of years to come, perhaps the morning scene here will always be like this. The solemn and dark forests meander on both sides of the road, stretching straight into the distance. Because the mountains on both sides will not fight, and neither will the streams here.

The dark blue in the sky slowly faded, and a hint of warm red and yellow began to slowly adorn the dark mountains on both sides of the road. Some of them were dark green, which were pines and cypresses, and there was also a dim yellow one, but I couldn't name it. Occasionally, a river would flow by, which was also very quiet, as if it was only in a painting. Occasionally, a few bird calls would leak out from the woods beside the road amid the sound of wheels and horse hooves, but with the light coming from behind, or our passing by, the birds' calls gradually increased.

As I got farther away from Luoyang, I suddenly felt relaxed, and my heart became cheerful as the sun slowly rose in the morning.

Brother Zishi's words became more frequent as the birds woke up earlier: When we turned on the lights last night, did you feel that someone was missing

I recalled carefully and immediately remembered that before Brother Fengxian, I was thinking about something. After shooting, I was pulled back by a burst of exclamations. I didn't know the person who walked past. I didn't know whether the person was waiting to shoot or shot. Later, a large number of people shot, and I completely forgot about this person. I think he must have shot. After all, in my memory, my Han Dynasty has never formed a custom of picking a person to walk around to show off his armor and his tall figure before others shoot arrows for 400 years.

"Who was Lord Yan before?"

"Duke Qi... weren't you there?"

"I was distracted at the time and didn't find it interesting anyway." I laughed, "So it was Yuan Shao's... Oh, that general wasn't one of Yuan Shao's four favorite generals. It seems he has quite a few generals under him, and his advisers are already enough to give people a headache."

"It seems to be called Qu Yi. When I went to shoot, I stole a glance at the silk in the eunuch's hand. The word Qu is very difficult to write. It is never used normally."

He paused and said, "And."

Who else didn't shoot? I really can't remember for the moment.

You are so stupid, or you are pretending to be confused.

Actually, many people didn't shoot last night, Jiuqing didn't shoot at all. So... I didn't notice the one who didn't shoot...

Well, you didn't go to the Zongzhengfu banquet last night, so it doesn't matter if you don't know. But you forgot a few old friends, don't you have any awareness? They asked me about you last night.

Ah, Lord Gongsun Bogui. Oh, and his teacher Yunzhonggong. Maybe I was too tired. I thought it was finally over last night, and I felt like I was going to relax. But I didn't think much about it. Instead, I kept paying attention to the cheers of the people around me.

It seems that our Jingzhou Xie Zirui has grown up, but not completely.

Why are you pretending to be an elder? Forget me, what about you

In front of others, you seem to be much older than me; but behind others, you are still the naughty boy from Xiangyang. I am older than you, and you don't accept it

Hey, brothers don't have to insult me so harshly. Brother Zishi, you really need to be careful with your words and actions in the court.

Yeah, I understand. If the emperor hadn't insisted on having her daughter shoot at the banquet, I really wouldn't want her to shoot.

Then why are you still shooting at each other? Aren't you just trying to give people something to talk about

I had no choice. Yu'er had taken mine, so I had to take hers. Otherwise, people would look down on Yu'er.

It's been so long, and you haven't done it yet, why don't the two masters and apprentices shoot

Duke Yunzhong was originally a scholar, old, and recently he was fighting in wars. He fell ill when he first arrived in Luoyang. But there is something I can tell Zirui. I often read the war reports of the northern families in Luoyang. Duke Yunzhong's attack on the Xianbei and Duke Liao's conquest of the Wuhuan were all very successful, especially Lord Bogui's drive of the Wuhuan people northward for 500 miles. But you should have figured out who can take advantage, right

Lord Yan… While the master and his disciple fought on both sides, Lord Yan in the middle just sat back and reaped the benefits.

That's right. As a result, Duke Yan suffered the most losses. He incorporated several scattered Xianbei and Wuhuan tribesmen and took the opportunity to expand more than 200 miles. Naturally, he was praised by the emperor. On the contrary, Duke Yunzhong suffered relatively heavy losses and did not have any decent gains. Moreover, when he went north to fight against the Xianbei, he was ambushed several times by the Xiongnu tribesmen on the land of your father, Zhao. These bastards, according to some young Xiongnu people, always want to make trouble. And the emperor is still trying to appease these Xiongnu people - this should be your father's intention. You, old Duke Lu, can you be in a good mood? So, Duke Yunzhong said he was ill and could not attend the Imperial College to watch the lanterns, and Duke Liao also had to take care of his teacher and do his best as a student - he also received a round of praise from the emperor - and he did not appear in the Imperial College. However, Zirui needs to be on good terms with his uncle. If he doesn't take good care of these Xiongnu people, I always feel that there is danger behind my uncle... Whether it is the Xiongnu or Duke Yunzhong.

I was stunned. I thought everything was perfect last night, but it turns out there are still these hidden problems.

Zishi also paused: Actually, there is another person, maybe you are not familiar with him.

I shook my head. I couldn't remember the people I knew, let alone the one I didn't know.

Zong Zheng's son, Song Bo Yuan Yi.

Ah! He is his son

Zirui's words sounded... no different from nothing.

Yeah, it was a bit surprising.

Well, however, since his father had not arranged anything, he, as a son, declined. This was decided at the banquet.

We both suddenly stopped talking and turned our horses' heads together.

The sun suddenly peeked out from the mountains, illuminating the wide valley in an instant. The entire army seemed to have put on an orange-yellow cloak, and the decorations behind the carriages all shone with a golden glow. The stream beside it also seemed to be suddenly awakened, stirring the green water, sparkling with light, and joyfully chasing the sunrise to the east.

After a while, until the sun completely rose above the mountains, we both breathed a sigh of relief. Zishi suddenly made a suggestion, "Shall we have a fight?"

I didn't understand at first, but when I saw him move his shoulders and raise the spear, I finally understood.

"Well, as the eldest brother, I have never fought with my junior brothers." I also picked up my spear, and suddenly felt familiar, "Our spears look similar."

"That's right. It was Uncle San who beat you up. Also, Master didn't teach you any martial arts. Your aptitude is different from that of ordinary people, so you can't be taught in the same way as ordinary people. But I have better aptitude, so I learned the skills from Master directly. So, don't pretend to be the eldest brother." In fact, my eyes were inadvertently looking at his leopard tail tassel, thinking, the main thing is to pay attention to this.

"Then it seems I need to worry about you! Okay, let's fight. Is your shoulder okay?" I have never fought with Zishi. I only remember Hanzhong. He used his spear like my Tianlang, smashing it with great force, and finally stabbing it, knocking down several people.

"Doctor Hua treated me and I'm no longer sick. It's a pity you didn't bring the wolf. I really want to fight you with the wolf. That would be fun."

"Don't feel sorry, you may not win the gun in my hand."

"Well, let's wait and see."

We ran back separately, took off our cloaks and bows and arrows, and threw them to our followers. He threw it to Yang Feng, who received it respectfully; I threw it to **, who still didn't understand. As Zishi pointed to an open space on the side of the road half a mile ahead, I rushed out on both horses.

The two of them drove side by side, and when they reached a spacious place, they heard Zishi shout, "Zi Ruixin!" The gun body swept over from the side, and he thought, do you really think this is a stick? Then he stretched out the gun. With a clang, Suizi swept past him with a whoosh, and thought, fortunately, I have long arms.

I didn't hesitate, and used my right hand as the axis, and pressed the gun with my left hand. I saw him withdraw his left hand, hold the gun with his right hand and raise it upwards, and then he bent his body to block the pressure. His head tilted upwards, and the tassel just fell in front of his face. Both horses felt the force of the push from above, and each moved to the sides, which was the first round. Obviously, both of us knew the secret of the leopard tail tassel on our respective guns.

After a while, the two horses collided. He didn't hit me, but directly stabbed me with his gun. I thought this was not good, so I immediately fired my gun and pushed his gun away from a distance before he got close to me.

However, something happened at this time, and only the two of us understood it. From then on, my brother and I kept fighting each other for more than a moment, and neither of us could defeat the other. There was a constant cheering in my ears, which became louder and louder until we hid in a bamboo forest for a while, and the cheering sound gradually died down. Finally, the two of us rushed out of the bamboo forest again, stopped fighting, and returned to the team, and there was another loud cheering.

"It's so exciting! How is it? Who wins and who loses?" ** was very excited, shaking a fork, very excited.

"It's a draw, no winner." Neither of us was too embarrassed to explain the reason.

"Today, I finally understand what it means to be a skilled martial artist and to be well matched. Wherever Marquis Fengyun and General Huoqi attack, they must defend. Wherever the spear tip goes, no matter how fast it is, there must be a spear head to block it. The process is sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes fast as lightning, sometimes slow with great force. However, wherever the spear attacks, there must be a spear defense. Both of you are perfect in both attack and defense. If I fight with you, I am afraid I will be lying down in a few rounds. How can you fight with your spears for hundreds of rounds without any stagnation?"

"We are brothers from the same school. We won't use our full strength, so there won't be any major flaws." This brother is really nice.

"The commander of the cavalry of Chengmen praised me. Brother Zhi and Brother Zishi are from the same school, so he is familiar with the ways of spearmanship." However, I also shamelessly agreed with the brother in front with a smile.

He was praised again and again, and some even said that they had finally seen the abilities of the two adults and had no regrets even though they died.

However, I suspect that if he knew the truth, he would vomit blood and die.

Next, everyone tied their cloaks again, hung up their bows and arrows, and walked a little further away from the team.

Someone asked me slowly, without moving his lips, "Would you like to explain this?"

"You are the elder brother. You need to explain. Go ahead and explain." The other man also puffed out his lips, trying not to move, but trying to hold back his words.

"You are Fengyun Hou, you are welcome to come."

"You're the head here, you're better."

"I can't afford to lose that person."

"I can't afford to lose it. I'm going to take a rest first. I need to tell you something."

"Then I'll go to the front team. We can talk again at lunch."

Then the two of them separated. I went to the car my father gave me, dismounted, asked the car to stop, and before getting in, called Song and Qiu Luan in the car behind to come and see me.

The two men got on the car one after another, and then I ordered the convoy to move on.

After a while, I jumped off the car and continued riding.

Captain Qin also came over and kept praising our abilities. This time he was really enlightened.

But I said, don’t worry, it’s not as serious as you think.

But he thought I was humble and seemed to admire me even more.

I quickly changed the subject and asked him how he was going to make arrangements for the princess since I only saw him and a few followers.

He explained that this was mainly because our second son saw that he had nothing to do, and he couldn't even eat enough with him, so he took this opportunity to find a reasonable reason to send him out to do an idle job. In fact, when we get to Shanglin Garden, we just need to explain to Shanglin Garden Cheng and let them make the arrangements.

My boss, Lao Er is indeed a good person.

But he talked to me about the fight just now, so I declined, saying that I had to go see Brother Zhongdao and the others, so I said goodbye first.

First, I passed by my Situ's car and greeted him at the car window. I said that it was hard riding all the way to Luoyang in the north. I hope that Sir Situ can rest more during the ride. The person inside naturally answered, "Thank you for your concern, Lord Yue. I will serve you as you are supposed to." I said, Sir Situ, you have worked hard. You can have a good time in Shanglin Garden. Naturally, he still expressed gratitude. I thought that it was really cost-effective to use the emperor's edict to do a favor. It was estimated that this old man Xu would only be able to go to Shanglin Garden to relax once in his life. At that moment, he also ordered several maids selected by Qiu Luan to serve Sir Xu well, and then left.

Finally, he let Ma walk to the side of Brother Zhongdao's carriage, and asked if everything was okay with some hesitation. When the curtain was opened, it was Cai Yan's head that popped out first. She also praised him first, saying that Brother Zirui was really so powerful, but she didn't expect that the General of the Cavalry was also so powerful. I heard that Brother Zirui had a Tianlang, and it might look better if he used it to fight.

I thought to myself, if it really is Tianlang, and we fight like we just did, it won’t take more than a few rounds before one of us will be dead.

But there was still a smile on his face. Why did you, a bad guy, follow me? Where is Brother Zhongdao

Brother Zhongdao finally figured it out, but he also praised me. They all watched it, and they had never seen such a wonderful fight, nor had they ever thought that fighting on the battlefield could be so exciting. And it was not easy for a warrior, in order to achieve success on the battlefield, they had to practice such skills.

I thought to myself, forget it, I’m not that thick-skinned.

I quickly pretended to be conscientious in my duties and told them that I had to go inspect the troops and asked them to find me if there was anything. Even if I left, after a while, the brother and I pretended to inspect the troops. Someone else clamored for us to fight again and decide the winner. Someone said humbly that it was just for fun occasionally, and that we should not neglect our duties for fun. You should stop talking nonsense and do your duty honestly. I will be punished by military law.

In fact, I really want to kick him off his horse.

But I still secretly asked him why he always started with smashing. In Hanzhong, even, except for the last time to kill those bastards, he used smashing. His master taught him to chop and smash slowly, and thrust quickly. If I chopped and thrust, but because the weapon was held by the same person, the strength was the same, but the rhythm of the exchange was very different, then the opponent's timing and method of defense would be completely different. As long as I hold the initiative of attack, the situation is at my disposal. I praised: Good. I thought to myself, I finally understand, no wonder Zhou Yu looked very good at spearmanship, but lost for a while. Zi Shi seemed to be smashing randomly, but changed his tactics at the end and killed several people at will.

That morning, we took a break near Gucheng. We asked the riders to eat some food offered by Gucheng County - this seemed to be the rule. Suddenly, the sound of a zither was heard, long and distant, blending perfectly with the mountains and rivers.

Zishi and I were so absorbed in the conversation that we forgot to eat. Captain Qin wanted to find a flute to play along. I asked him, "So you can play the flute?" He said, "I used to herd sheep." I was a little confused. Although I have heard this story many times, I still haven't figured out the reason behind it.

But he did not hesitate to take the flute bag from his belt and take out the flute. Suddenly he found that the tassel on the flute had been replaced with a new one. Without thinking too much, he handed it to him. He was surprised that I had this thing. Zishi recovered from the music first. He cut a large piece of meat from his hand and put it into his mouth, and said vaguely, Zirui often pretends to be a scholar.

The lieutenant smiled, listened to the music, and nodded slightly, as if trying to find the right beat. Suddenly, the sound of the piano suddenly became urgent, as if I was on a battlefield, as if there were people fighting. I thought to myself, how can you play along with such a rush

The sound of the flute sounded here. Although the sharp sound of the flute was also fast, it didn't seem to be the same speed as the other side. But the sound of the piano we heard seemed to be the sound of guns fighting between the two people, the sound of horses' hooves; the intermittent sound of the flute seemed to be the sound of weapons hitting each other. My flute is special, and it seems to be just right for simulating such sounds. In this way, the music of the two people fits together perfectly.

But I woke up later than Zishi realized. The musician seemed to have improvised the music based on our competition this morning. However, her music obviously did not include a question that only I and the other protagonist of the music understood. However, the first thing I had to do when I woke up was to remove the knife of the other protagonist from my body.

I've finished mine, and since you're busy, I'll help you with some.

Can you bake it yourself? Bake one more for me, I don’t have enough.

The music suddenly slowed down, as if the fight was over. The piano began to ask the flute questions, and the flute remained silent for a while; after a while, the flute began to answer, and the other side asked again. Not long after, the flute began to become the protagonist, and the piano remained silent for a while, and after the flute talked to itself, it began to ask questions.

The piano music suddenly stopped, the flute music sounded for a while, but there was no response from the other end.

The captain felt lost, looked at the back of the queue, and slowly put down his flute.

Captain, I asked you to go to Shanglin Garden and prepare music with the musicians. I guess they want to eat too.

I took the large piece of roasted meat that Zishi gave me, cut off a large piece and handed it to the captain who turned around. He thanked me quickly, but returned the flute to me first. I handed him the flute bag directly, and lent it to you first, so that you can chat with others.

He was very grateful to me, and excitedly put away the flute. Then he reached out to take the meat and started eating it with us.

The sound of my flute is very unique, as if there are two sounds, one is silk and bamboo, and the other is like a golden bell. I, you will know why after you finish eating and study it slowly.

This was the first meal offered to us, and both Zishi and I were praised by the Yulin cavalry for our appetite. No wonder the two adults were so good at eating.

It seems that "powerful" and "glutton" actually mean the same thing.

Zishi suddenly said, "If you see how much one of our classmates eats and then look at his body shape, you will definitely think he is more capable." I quietly asked him if he was Zisheng. Zishi hesitated and asked me who else he could be.

In the past, Zisheng often liked to go to other people's homes to beg for money. He would chat with you while eating other people's food. When he finished his chatter, you would feel relieved, but then you would find that there was nothing to eat around. Later, after he got his official position, he became taciturn, as if he was always thinking about something. You might not notice it, but when he wanted something, you would also find that the food around him had disappeared. But he was still very thin, not as tall and strong as the two of us. Zishi and I were the two tallest in Xiangyang Academy, and the two who looked least like scholars. People often mistook us from the back. However, the biggest difference between the two of us was that we grew taller when we were thirteen or fourteen years old. I was much prettier than Brother Zishi at that time, like Ziyu, but after I grew a beard, my face was deformed, while his was not. So Brother Zishi was "tall, handsome, and extraordinary in martial arts", while I was "really tall and strong, and I look okay". Usually when some people mention this, they will look at me and sigh deeply. I know she does it on purpose, so I usually ignore her.

After dinner, I ran back to my father's car and deliberately coughed a few times, but no one responded. I pulled open the curtain of the window next to the car and saw that there was no one inside. I quickly turned my horse around and went to Song's car to ask.

It was Qiu Luan who opened the curtain and replied. I immediately laughed out loud, and I thought it was done. I wanted to call Song out again, but unexpectedly, Qiu Luan replied: "My Lord, my elder brother asked me to rest here. He is in the car behind Dr. Wei."

I couldn't help but curse Song, what the hell is this bastard doing. And the call of "Big Brother" just now made me feel that things are going to be quite bad, although the title is a bit funny.

Before I got close to the car, I heard laughter coming from inside, from both men and women, and most of the voices were familiar. Then there was a conversation about scriptures and doctrines, talking about making friends through literature, and using friends to help benevolence, note 1. I felt it was not good to disturb them, as these literati and scholars were interested in this. There was not much I could talk to them about, and Pei'er would probably be very happy to come. Pei'er hadn't talked about these things with anyone for a long time. She would only quietly take care of my daily life in the palace, and take care of Yi Yue, who had nothing to do with her. Come to think of it, I really owe her too much, and in fact, she is not my real wife. Thinking about it makes me feel even more ashamed of her. If I want to write a letter to her, I have to write two letters. If I don't write to Yinling as well, my life will be difficult when I go back. After making up my mind, I will go back to my car to write something to my wife.

Suddenly, I noticed that the carriage next to me had stopped, so I turned my horse's head. I found that the left wheel of the carriage was stuck in a mud puddle, and a stone was stuck in the spoke of the wheel in front. Brother Zhongdao asked what happened in the carriage, and when someone outside answered, he asked others to help push it out. It was polite, but this was the problem of these literati. If there weren't so many people in the same carriage, it wouldn't have been stuck. Two strong horses couldn't pull it out for a while, and no one came down to help. I didn't say much, got off the horse, used a gun to push the stone in front of the wheel, and used brute force in front of the carriage. Together with the two horses and the Yu Lin cavalry who came to help, we dragged it out immediately. Then, I suppressed the voices of the Yu Lin cavalry talking about me, pointed to the inside of the carriage, and asked them not to disturb the conversation inside, and turned the horse back to my carriage.

Maybe, the father I once thought of, Uncle Fan Mengbo, the second son's father, was also like this. These clean officials, these party members, had this or that shortcoming, and they were eventually defeated by the eunuchs.

I got on my father's carriage and asked the driver to continue driving forward. Then I sat down and prepared to write a letter to my two wives. My father's carriage was indeed more comfortable, with soft cushions, less bumps, and everything else. I moved a table from the side, took down the pen, ink and inkstone from the wall of the carriage and put them down. Suddenly, I felt the carriage shake, and I almost spilled the bag of pine soot ink in my hand.

Who can get on the car? If you are here, why are you still on the steps outside the car

Report to the Marquis of Yue, it is the maid Qiu Luan who comes here to accompany you.

Oh, you are quite good! Come in.

The convoy stopped just now. I didn't know what was going on, but when I saw the Marquis getting off the horse and getting on the carriage, I got off and followed the Marquis to see if there was anything Qiu Luan could help with.

Oh, you are really smart, help me grind the ink. Also, why do you call Song Yudong "Big Brother"

You should ask Brother Song about this. I don’t know how to answer. Anyway, he asked me to call him Brother.

I felt a little unhappy, but I calmed down and didn't have any other thoughts, so I just thought about the wording. I gently poured ink in my hand. My father's ink didn't seem to be much different from the one I used, except that the particles were coarser. After pouring a little, she took the initiative to pour some water into it and gently ground it with an ink pestle. When the ink was thick enough, I was still in a daze. I remember that someone once used wine to grind ink on a snowy day and wrote a hundred-word formation. I can still remember the words and sentences in it, and this person is also in this team. This time, it seems that I have been thinking for a long time, and I have to be awakened by someone next to me to jump out of it.

After saying thank you, he found a few unwritten bamboo slips and unfolded them to write: My wife Lingqi, it has been a while since I left Guangxin. I don’t know if you are doing well, so I am writing to ask about it. I often think of your taciturnity and miss the old days in Lingling…

Suddenly he realized something was wrong, so he quickly took out a knife and scraped off the word "Ling". Just as he was about to rewrite it, he suddenly felt that it was not good, so he hung it up. After thinking about it, he still felt that it was not good, so he changed to a blank bamboo slip and wrote again: My beloved wife Pei, Guangxin is a remote place in the south of the sky, and the winter is cold and wet. I don't know if your legs are uncomfortable. My wife has already given me blood, so she needs to take care of herself and rest on weekdays, and not worry about other things. I am also happy that she can learn to speak, so you can let Huo Lan teach her more. My husband received the imperial edict and went to Shanglin Garden. I thought that if you and Yinling were in Luoyang, I would take my beloved wife with you.

I suddenly stopped and asked Qiu Luan, "Do you know any poems that describe the scenery of Shanglin Garden?"

This seemed a little difficult. She frowned and seemed to be thinking.

It seems as if there was a Mr. Sima Xiangru who wrote "Shanglin Fu" in the past.

Thank you, do you know the phrase

This is not something I can know.

Later, I didn't plan to ask Song about the title of "Big Brother". I suspected that it was because Qiu Luan was indeed not very knowledgeable about literature, and they, the elegant people, might still prefer a wife like Pei'er.

But I always feel that I owe Pei'er too much for her talent by letting her follow me.

I nodded at her, yes. I was going to ask Brother Zhongdao about the problem. I bent down and stood up to go out, but stopped when I was about to get out of the car, thinking that I should let them talk. Anyway, Pei'er should know that I am not familiar with this. If I really quoted a few sentences, I am afraid that she would think that I asked someone to write the words for me, which would be bad.

So, he turned around and sat down, and continued to write: I heard that Lord Xiangru once wrote Shanglin Fu to describe the scene here. I am a vulgar man and have never heard of it. I can't confirm for my beloved wife the similarities and differences between the scene and the poem, so I can only wait for my wife to tell her everything in the letter in the future. After nine years, when I assist in the government, I will choose a day to take my virtuous wife to relax and enjoy my mood. Let's put aside the idle talk. My wife needs to take care of her body. When I am not around, I can invite Yinling to sleep with you at night. You two are sisters and childhood playmates. You should get along very well. The affairs in the palace are mostly entrusted to Nalan. But I still need to supervise Kongming to study hard and not be lazy. This matter can only be said by my wife. I am afraid that Yinling has already told you that I was also a lazy person in the school in the past, and I am really ashamed to urge others to study hard.

I stopped writing and thought about it. Actually, I couldn't blame myself. It was mainly because some of the things the teacher taught me had already been taught by Yinling at home. I felt that they were repetitive, so I didn't want to listen again. And there happened to be a fat man in front of me. It would be a pity if I didn't sleep on such a godsend opportunity.

I have thousands of words to say, but I feel that the bamboo slips are too short to express them all. When I return home, I will share my longing with my beloved wife.

Suddenly there is someone next to you, you are writing a letter to your wife, and it is respectfully presented.

Sure enough, I wrote it wrong! Just as I was about to use a knife to cross it out, I felt a little bitter. I wrote so much, but I got the last one wrong. It would be bad if I crossed out the last one. Then I thought, forget it. Anyway, I have to write to Yinling soon, so I will treat both ladies equally. So, I immediately found a way to change the subject.

Qiu Luan, how could you peek at my letter? I pretended to be angry, but in fact I had already started blowing on the bamboo slips, hoping that the last words would dry quickly so that I could put them in the bag.

Ah, please forgive me. These words are at the end. I saw them accidentally and felt that there was something wrong. I was afraid that you wrote them wrong... Please forgive me, Lord Yue.

So what do you think of my letter

You wrote very well, and Mrs. Anguo will be happy to see it.

Did you only watch the last one

Damn Qiu Luan... Damn Qiu Luan...

Forget it! You wait at the car door, facing the door.

I thought to myself that I must never show you the letter to Yinling.

At that moment, I put away the letter to Pei'er and opened a new one. While I was writing, I felt the car bump and the ink almost spilled. The curtain was immediately pulled open, and it was Brother Zishi. Seeing me like this, he immediately pointed at me and wrote a letter.

The thief looked at Qiu Luan who was facing the wall and thinking about her mistakes, and added, "It's for Sister Yin Ling." Qiu Luan didn't dare to say anything, but covered her mouth and laughed.

The guy immediately became in a good mood. He patted his thighs and said with a forced smile: As expected.

He didn't hesitate to lie down on the spot and loosened the knot on his armor: Write quickly, I will write some for Yu'er right away.

Suddenly he snorted strangely and said with a smile, "Your dad's car is different. It's really comfortable."

I finished writing here, and made way for him to write something, hiding in a corner and blowing on bamboo slips. He asked, why did you want to come to my place

Nothing, I just couldn't see you anymore and was afraid you'd gotten lost. I asked if you were in the car, so I came over to bother you, but I didn't realize you were writing a letter, so I thought I'd write one to my daughter too.

This thief was very rude, he turned over and used his fingers to pick at my bamboo slips. I quickly put them away, but this thief was still making excuses, saying, "Why don't you let me learn some rude words?"

Can Zhou Yu understand it? I'm afraid you want to see it.

Yu'er can already understand the war reports.

You've only been separated for over an hour, it shouldn't be that serious.

Letters are very important, you don't understand. In fact, I was the first to read your first letter to Sister Yinling.

You saw it first

Well, yes, your first letter was just a letter, and there was no writing on the outer cover. It was Brother Wensheng who wrote it for you. That day, I helped Sister Yinling in Wu to escort grain and grass, and I met someone who came to deliver letters. The man knew me and knew what I was going to do, so he gave me the letter to take. I recognized Brother Wensheng's handwriting, and I felt strange, so I went to talk to Sister Yinling. Sister Yinling thought something had happened to you at first, her face turned pale, she bit her lip, and her hands were shaking so much that she couldn't even open the knot on the outer cloth bag. Finally, she threw it to me and asked me to read it. Sister Yinling burst into tears before I read it. I read half of it, and Sister Yinling relaxed her brows, took it and read it herself, and thanked me repeatedly. You are really a bitch, the letter was so short, and Sister Yinling asked if there was anything else, I didn't have it, and she looked me up and down, thinking I was lying to her.

Feeling guilty, I really wanted to open the letter and write a few more words, but since I was in the car, I decided to write more later.

I remember your last sentence was "Brother Zhi respectfully presents". Don't write it as you usually do. Did you write it right this time? Sister Yinling is your wife of Pingguo now. If you still write "brother", I'm afraid you will be punished by Sister Yinling when you go back.

No!

Why is it so vicious? Did you use the word "respectfully"? You should have used this word to her, I thought.

I was about to continue to yell at him fiercely, but Qiu Luan was trying her best to suppress her laughter. The boy was in the car, and in such a narrow space, he could be seen at a glance.

It is true!

Qiu Luan, you go out first. Wait on the steps outside the car!

As soon as Qiu Luan went out, this guy suddenly turned around, stretched out his hand to stop me as I was about to come over with my teeth bared, and said: I know you want to fight me, I will write a letter first. After I finish writing, if you still want to fight me, we can fight again outside.

After a while, the letter was completed. I thought you wrote too little. He wrote too much, and Yu'er couldn't recognize it.

So the two of us really went out, each of us took up a gun and mounted a horse, and tied the ears of corn with ropes.

This time the fighting went much faster, not because any of us were killed, but because someone was coming to greet us.

So we said to each other, "You got it easy." and then we returned to the team as if we had won.

The guard of Hangu Pass was an old subordinate of the Cavalry Commander. He received a letter from Luoyang, so he came to meet us according to the rules. In addition to respectfully saluting us and leading the way for us, he also chatted with Yang Feng for a few more words, and his tone was very humble. But in our opinion, he was much more capable than the Cavalry Commander. At least the spirit of the soldiers at Hangu Pass was particularly high, much better than these somewhat lazy Yulin Cavalry. It was almost noon, and the patrol and rotation of the pass was strict and methodical. When they saw us, they just treated us as ordinary people passing through the pass, and did not look at us sideways or stare at us.

I specifically asked him his name once more, and his name was Xu Huang. Yang Feng seemed to appreciate that he called him by his courtesy name Gongming and added "brother". There was also a very young general at the watchtower on the other side of the pass. I noticed him because several guards who seemed to be the general's direct followers looked at me thoughtfully, and talked to this young general all the way to the watchtower on the other side.

Zishi also whispered in my ear, it seems that you have been to many places and met many people, even without Tianlang, many people still recognize you.

He did not stay here for long, but only talked with him about the defense of this place, which was not a very important topic. After he got the clearance documents from his office, Zishi had to set off, and he gave him a military salute and sent him off.

When he went out, he noticed two long-handled axes on the weapon rack by the wall. One axe face was slightly larger, so he asked who had the weapon. Xu Huang replied, "My humble general and my younger brother."

Could it be that my brother is the general on the city wall

He looked up and saw that the young man had not left yet.

It was my younger brother Xu Zhi.

After that, he said nothing more, and respectfully escorted us out. Zishi praised him for his good command of the troops and the strict discipline of the troops. He was deeply grateful, and soon after, he politely said goodbye and returned to Hangu Pass.

I didn't say much, I was just thinking about those followers. Actually, when I think of them now, they look familiar, but I just can't remember where I have seen them.

The rest of the journey through the city and the checkpoints was just like before, and there was nothing important to do. But on the second day, I arrived in Hongnong, borrowed Zishi's seal and stamped my family letter, and ordered someone to deliver it to Yue State.

There is another thing worth recording on the second day. At dusk, there was a very steep mountain rising into the clouds on the south side of the road, as if it was cut off from the four sides by a huge rock and rose directly from the flat ground. I looked at it for at least a moment, and kept marveling at its height and majesty until I said to my brother Zhongdao, "This is Huashan, which was named Xiyue during the reign of Emperor Wu. Its name Hua, according to Uncle Cai, may come from Huaxia, or Huaxia may come from this. There is no consensus on the two theories."

I asked him which one was more famous earlier, and he replied that they both originated from the Book of Documents (Shangshu), including Huashan and Huaxia, but Huashan belongs to Yugong and Huaxia comes from Zhoushu.

That is, China came from Huashan. I smiled and took it as a joke. This kind of thing needs to be explored by some learned people, and it is not something that an idle person like Zhi can understand.

The other thing was the qin and flute ensemble during the usual meal time. The Yulin riders also enjoyed it, no one was talking, they were all listening to the qin and flute and eating quietly. Later, one of me and Zishi would always take the initiative to keep a certain distance from the other, which mainly depended on who had the captain's meat.

After leaving Huashan, there is a stretch of mountains to the south. They call it Zhongnan Mountain, which means that it cuts off the road to Chang'an from east to west for hundreds of miles.

The Zhongnan Mountains in early spring were still colorful, with the sun floating above them all day and setting in the distance to the west. On the third day, we followed the sun and entered Shanglin Garden, greeted by the Shanglin Garden Commander and his subordinates.

On this day, it was time for the emperor and all the princes and ministers to set off.

But I suddenly couldn't understand why the emperor wanted to hold a celebration here to welcome the princes.

Before we went in, the captain asked me if this was really Shanglin Garden. I could only nod my head and say, "It should be."

I suddenly realized that Jin had not spoken to me in Linyuan since he came back; my father just asked me to come and relax, not to have fun.

When they were counting the number of people and registering us, Zishi pulled me aside and said: Is the emperor going to ask for money from the princes

Song also came over and pointed at the three busy Shanglinyuan officials in the distance and said something even more sensational.

I think even if my wife came to Luoyang, I would not be happy to find time to bring her here.

Originally, I planned to write a letter to Guangxin's family tonight, describing the scenery of Shanglinyuan. Now I don't even know how to describe the scene here.

But I think there is one word that can describe what I see: decay.

Note 1: This quote is from the Analects of Confucius, and the original text is by Zengzi. The name of Fu Jen Catholic University, a famous university in Taiwan, comes from this quote.

Note: Zhang Taiyan in the late Qing Dynasty believed that the "Hua" in both "Zhonghua" and "Huaxia" came from Mount Hua; but some scholars believe that "Hua" comes from "huā"; and "Zuo Zhuan - Dinggong Ten Years" explains: "China is called Xia because of its great etiquette, and is called Hua because of its beautiful clothing." Today, many people with lofty ideals who are promoting the revival of Hanfu are familiar with this sentence, and here we also express our high respect for their unremitting efforts.