Jincheng flower hour

Jinguancheng has a prosperous style of study, and there are more than [-] students in the county school, including several academic officials.Zhuang Yang is an academic officer, but his death history is quite low among the academic officers. He guards the book pavilion and enjoys himself.

On weekdays, I sort out the books, help the second and third students to solve their doubts, and most of the time I sit in front of the desk and read.The collection of books in the county school is rich, although it is far less than the stone chamber in Chang'an, it is still impressive.Zhuang Yang is gentle and friendly, and is deeply loved by the students.

Many students, being reprimanded by other academic officials, also like to come to Zhuang Yang to complain about their grievances, and Zhuang Yang will comfort them to some extent.Some of the students were younger than Zhuang Yang, and some were about the same age as Zhuang Yang. Zhuang Yang almost treated them as Zhuang Ping.

Zhuang Yang is knowledgeable and has his own talents, but Zhuang Yang seems to be only interested in small official positions with little real power.Zhang Yushi once wanted to recommend Zhuang Yang's article to the king of Shu, but Zhuang Yang declined.Zhang Yushi thought that Zhuang Yang seemed to have concerns. Even if he was a friend, some of Zhuang Yang's behaviors were puzzling, not only about becoming an official, but also about getting married.

Zhuang Yang, 20, has not yet married.

If you ask the students in the county school, they will definitely say that Zhuang Zushi is elegant and open-minded, and he has no desire for fame and wealth, that is, he does not love money, nor is he good at sex.

At dusk, Zhuang Yang led his horse out of the courtyard, and the students bid farewell to him. Zhuang Yang smiled and nodded, and rode away.He is personable, outstanding in appearance, and attracts attention.

Zhuang Yang wandered under the willows, looking at the spring scenery by the lake, he acted like no one was there when pedestrians passed by him, and he didn't turn his head until he heard the sound of horseshoes behind him.

He saw a military officer under the sun, handsome and tall, riding a bay red horse, wearing a soap-colored official robe.The military officer is capable of carrying a bow and arrow on his back, boasting a knife on his waist, and seems to draw his knife out of its sheath at any time to fight with others.

For a long time, I hadn't seen Robber Yu, and I didn't want to meet him again on the street.

The man still looked at Zhuang Yang with fascination.

Zhuang Yang rode his horse away, no longer in the mood to look at the lake.

He also has admiration for him, Zhuang Yang treats Liu Hong almost doting, but treats this person with no affection, even finds it troublesome.

Returning home in the sun, Zhuang Yang handed the reins to his servant Chang Yi, and knelt down to pat Egg Pan's dog's head.Egg cakes are always guarded at the door of the house, and when they see the farmer coming back from going out, they are happy to jump on it.

"Brother, you are back."

Zhuang Lan came out to welcome her, followed by her nephew A Yuan.

"Uncle."

A Yuan got close to Zhuang Yang, and opened his arms to hug Zhuang Yang's thigh.

"Did you study hard?"

"Yes, Uncle, Aunt Alan taught me how to draw fish and flowers."

A Yuan said happily, he had a lot of fun studying, and felt that he would be praised by his uncle.

"Brother, I will also teach him to write."

Zhuang Lan justified a few words. The nephew she brought along didn't love to play like she did when she was a child.

"Okay, let's go inside."

Zhuang Yang said with a smile, Ah Yuan is already five years old, and it's time to hire a gentleman. He doesn't expect Alan to teach A Yuan how to read and write.

Zhuang Lan took A Yuan away and said to him: "Tell Auntie again, so Auntie won't catch butterflies for you."

Watching one big and one small leave, Zhuang Yang smiled and shook his head.

Zhuang Yang went upstairs, walked past the busy Xijuan on the second floor, and said softly, "Erlang, you are back."

The fine silk came over, took away the pen and ink case that Zhuang Yang was holding in his hand, and brought it into Zhuang Yang's room.

Zhuang Yang entered the room, twisted a wet towel from the fine silk, and handed it to Zhuang Yang to wipe his face and hands.

Anyone can see that she treats Zhuang Yang attentively.

Since the fine silk was bought in Yu Nu City, the fine silk has become Zhuang Yang's personal maid. She helps Zhuang Yang to wash and change clothes.From the point of view of the Zhuang family, Zhuang Yang probably bought her because he liked her.They didn't know that the two had never had a skin-to-skin date, and Zhuang Yang had never even touched the hand of a thin silk scarf.

Fine silk is the daughter of a servant girl, who is delivered to the owner's family for sale.When Zhuang Yang passed the slave market in a carriage, he saw that Xijuan refused to go with a buyer, and was beaten up by the trafficker.After being beaten bloody, Xijuan never begged for mercy, she was really a stubborn girl.

Zhuang Yang asked Ah Yi to snatch the trafficker's whip, while he picked up the thin silk.It was only later that I learned that the old man who wanted to buy the fine silk was a guest of her master's house, whom she knew.Fine silk was sold by the owner because of offending him, and she was separated from her mother.As a result, even if he died, he didn't want to have it for him.

A soft and weak woman, I don't want to have such a stubborn character.Zhuang Yang sympathized with what happened to her, and he also needed a maid, so he bought the fine silk.

When Zhuang Yang wiped her face, Xijuan lowered her head, she didn't dare to look at Zhuang Yang, with the shyness of a girl.Undoubtedly, Zhuang Yang looked very good-looking to her, and he was gentle.

Xijuan didn't dare to think too much about Zhuang Yang, and felt that she was satisfied with serving such a person.

Zhuang Yang handed the towel back the fine silk, and heard Ah Yi calling someone downstairs.Zhuang Yang stood in front of the window to look around, and he saw a fat man dressed as a businessman, it was Mu Zheng.

When Mu Zheng came, he always brought news of Liu Hong.

Zhuang Yang hurried downstairs to receive Mu Zheng.

Mu Zheng entered Zhuang Yang's study room, asked his attendant to pass a wooden box to Zhuang Yang, wiped off his sweat and said, "Erlang, look at it first, if you have any worries to write to, I will bring them to the son, Erlang, don't worry too much."

Because he was as fat as a big tapir, Mu Zheng would be out of breath after walking a few steps, but fortunately he always went out in a carriage.

Hearing what Mu Zheng said, Zhuang Yang felt deeply disturbed.As a businessman, Mu Zhengjian talked about why he wanted to read the letter in such a hurry this time.

Zhuang Yang opened the letter and found two silk scripts, he took out one and read it.Liu Hong wrote his miss for Zhuang Yang in the letter, and talked about the battle situation in Longxi.Liu Hong's fonts are vigorous and heroic, and his words and sentences are precise and appropriate, without a trace of the clumsiness of his early years.However, when Liu Hong confessed his lovesickness, Zhuang Yang felt ashamed with the words of love. Under Mu Zheng's gaze, it was not easy for Zhuang Yang to maintain a calm and calm appearance.

Zhuang Yang lowered his head and smiled, put the silk book in his arms, and then took out another copy to check.When I opened the silk book, I was surprised, because this silk book was not written by Liu Hong, but the handwriting was very familiar, it was Mr. Zimu's handwriting.

Zhou Jing told Zhuang Yang in the letter that in the early spring, the Han army attacked Tianshui. After a hard fight, Liu Hong was hit by an arrow during the siege and fell off his horse. Because of his serious injuries, he had to be sent back to Chang'an for medical treatment.

Zhuang Yang's hand holding the silk book trembled violently. He knew it must be a serious injury, so Zhou Jing specifically told him.

"Jiro?"

Mu Zheng roughly guessed what was written in Zhou Jing's letter. He knew the letters he sent, one from Liu Hong and one from Zhou Jing.Of course, Liu Hong didn't know the content at all.Mu Zheng is a trustworthy person, he will not peep, not to mention there is a seal on the letter, once he opened it secretly, the recipient will notice.Mu Zheng couldn't bear to see Zhuang Yang's frightened and sad expression attached to the silk book.

Zhuang Yang folded the silk book and held it in his hands. He raised his head and asked sadly, "How is his injury? Will it endanger his life?"

"Erlang, Young Master was hit by an arrow here. At that time, the cavalry charged each other, so when he fell off the horse, he was trampled by the horse's hoof and injured his arm, this hand."

Mu Zheng first pointed his finger at his right shoulder, and then moved his fat finger to poke his right arm.

Zhuang Yang clenched his hands tightly, lowered his head, and even his shoulders couldn't stop shaking.

How painful this must be, not to mention being shot in the shoulder by an arrow, even if the galloping horse's hooves stepped on the arm, the bones would also crack.

"Did you see him when you left?"

Zhuang Yang was in tears and his voice was choked up. Zhou Jing's letter described the injury concisely and used more comforting words, which made Zhuang Yang worried.

"Erlang, before I left, I met the young master. The young master looks good. The injury is quite serious, and he will recover. Erlang, don't panic."

Mu Zheng knew that Gong Zihong and Zhuangjia Erlang were close friends, and having sent so many letters, Mu Zheng felt that it might be more than just close friends.

"I can't reply at this time, tomorrow, I will send you the trust again."

Zhuang Yang was so confused that he couldn't write anymore.

"Then I'll come back tomorrow, and I'm not in a hurry to go back this time."

Mu Zheng stood up to say goodbye, and suddenly sighed again: "The relationship between Han and Shu is becoming more and more tense, and it's really not easy to do business."

A batch of Mu Zheng's cargo was seized by the patrolmen on the bank of the river. The goods were supposed to be transported from Han to Shu, but the patrolmen said that the goods he transported had to be inspected, so they were probably confiscated.The King of Shu was not a fool either. He saw that Liu Yu, the King of Han, was about to conquer Longxi, and if he was not sure, he would raise troops and go south.Shu's friendly relationship with Han was on the verge of collapse.Businessmen traveling between the two countries are no longer treated kindly.

After Mu Zheng left, Zhuang Yang went to the courtyard alone. He walked through the bamboo path and sat alone on the pavilion.

The first month climbed up, and the wind in the pavilion blew up, making it a little bit chilly.

Zhuang Yang thought that if he had stayed in the country of Han, he would be able to accompany Liu Hong at this time. He wanted to protect Liu Hong, so he had to leave, but he didn't expect that when Ah Hong suffered such a serious injury, he was helpless.

It was early spring when Mr. Zimu wrote it, and it has been more than a month since then.

Hiro's injury, is it healed?

He is the son of the King of Han, he shouldn't have followed the generals to charge into battle, he must be anxious to take down Longxi, that's why he fought so desperately.

Zhuang Yang thought, why did he make an agreement with him at that time, and give him an answer after he entered Jinguan City.At that time, there were too many worries, but there were so many worries, they were not as good as Ah Hong's life.

Regretting that maybe he should not have given him hope, and regretting that perhaps he should have agreed to him at that time.

In the past, whenever Hong was injured, he would come to him. At that time, Hong was still a child, and Zhuang Yang would bandage his wound and then pat his head.

A little older, Ah Hong would hug him like a fool, and bury his head on his shoulder, seeking Zhuang Yang's comfort.

Zhuang Yang wanted to hug him at this time, but what he hugged with his arms was nothing but the empty and cold night wind.

Zhuang Yang sat on the pavilion for a long time, until Zhuang Lan found him, and called him anxiously: "Brother." Zhuang Yang stood up and said, "Alan, is brother back?"

The dealer always waits for Zhuang Bing to come back from the store before the whole family gathers for dinner.

"Brother, what's wrong with you."

Zhuang Lan asked with concern, she felt that something was wrong with her brother.The businessman named Mu Zheng came over and brought his elder brother Ah Hong's letter. After the elder brother read the letter, he sat alone by the pavilion for a long time.

The pavilion is in the corner of the yard, it's pitch black, you can't see any scenery at all, my brother has never behaved like this.

"Alan, brother is fine."

Zhuang Yang didn't want to tell Zhuang Lan the reason. He couldn't say many things, even to his closest relatives.

"Brother has something on his mind, so he never tells us."

Zhuang Lan looked sad, her brother was still very gentle and nice, but she felt that he was much more distant than before.

Zhuang Yang stopped walking, his face was pale, but he couldn't see it under the dim moonlight.

"Brother?"

Zhuang Lan took Zhuang Yang's hand, and she stood beside Zhuang Yang worriedly.

"It's okay, I just feel a little stuffy in my chest."

"Brother, I'll take you by the hand, let's walk back slowly."

Zhuang Lan walked in front with a lamp, Zhuang Yang walked behind, and the two brothers and sisters led and followed closely.

That night, after dinner, Zhuang Yang didn't accompany his family to talk in the hall as usual, but went upstairs alone and shut himself in the room.

Lying on the couch, Zhuang Yang took out Liu Hong's silk book from his bosom. He stroked the silk book, touching every word with his fingers, and read it carefully and repeatedly.His eyes gradually blurred, and he raised his hand to touch his face, only to realize that his fingers were stained with transparent liquid, Zhuang Yang thought in surprise, this is tears.

Zhuang Yang has almost never shed tears since he suffered an accident when he was young. He is very gentle but also very flexible.

When Zhuang Lan and Xijuan came in, Zhuang Yang had already fallen asleep.Zhuang Lan thought that there must be something wrong with Brother A Hong. The elder brother never showed her the letter from Brother A Hong, so there might be some secrets, so she didn't dare to ask.

Tonight my brother suddenly said that his chest was tight, but when he was eating, he said he was fine.Zhuang Lan was very worried, so she came over to visit.

Zhuang Lan was sitting on the edge of the bed, helping her brother pull the quilt. She had sharp eyes and felt something in his brother's hand. Zhuang Lan looked down and found that it was a gold hook.

Two months later, Chang'an City.

Mu Zheng presented Zhuang Yang's letter to Liu Hong.The wound on Liu Hong's body has not yet healed, and he is lying on the couch with his right arm hung around his neck with a cloth strip.General Liu is such a heroic man, his appearance at this time is somewhat funny.Liu Hongwen sat on the couch and asked about the situation of Mu Zhengjin's official city and Zhuang Yang.Mu Zheng said that everything in Jinguan City remains the same, and Erlang is still serving as an academic officer, and he is very much loved by the students.

It was probably because Mu Zheng had a guilty conscience, and by the way, Zhuang Yang had already known about Liu Hong's injury.

Liu Hong listened to what Mu Zheng said was Mr. Zimu's letter, and he fell into deep thought.

I thought that Erlang must be in a hurry. Mr. Zimu is not a troublemaker, but why did he tell Erlang about it.

Liu Hong gave Mu Zheng money and goods, and sent Mu Zheng away.

Putting aside the left and right, Liu Hong pushed the wooden letter and took out a silk book, which was full of concerned words, and the worry and panic of the writer could be seen.

Liu Hong clings to the silk book, and his heart is filled with uneasiness. In a panic, he wants to call Mu Zheng back, but gradually he loosens his grip on the silk book, as if discouraged, he sticks the silk book to his lips, He murmured: "Erlang."

Not long after Liu Hong received Zhuang Yang's reply, Liu Hong, who had not yet fully recovered, followed the army to go to Longxi again.Most of the power in Longxi has been annexed by the Han Dynasty, and only the Li army in Wuwei has not captured it.

In the summer, the Han State attacked Wuwei, and the King of Shu took the opportunity to send troops to occupy the dangerous pass of Wuwei.