Grandpa's Obsession

The two wanted to listen to more relevant news so that they could judge exactly what happened, but everyone's interest soon shifted from the killing of officials to the upcoming poetry appreciation party in Rongcheng. The so-and-so talented person must be the leader, so-and-so talented person who is literary and romantic, so-and-so talented person has eyes in the sky, it sounds like no one will go to the murder case again.

What is the situation?Why are the people here so indifferent?This official has just been sent to death, and he hasn't died yet. Everyone has already regarded him as dead and non-existent.Is this local official so unpopular?It has almost reached the point where everyone can't wait to gnaw on his flesh, eat his skin and crush his bones?

"Fourth brother, why don't we go to this poetry appreciation party?" Yinhu asked enthusiastically.

"You and I are not well-known, and besides, we need to report this matter to Huang Ama!" Yinzhen lowered his head and ate a mouthful of tofu nao. It was sweet and greasy, and the taste was not very good.

"Just let King Kong be sent to Huang Ama, the swan is still waiting for him over there, he must be happy!"

"..." Yinzhen gulped down the remaining tofu nao in two gulps.

The King Kong swans are two young eagles that Yinhu picked up when he was 11 years old when he participated in hunting with Kangxi.

One white and one black, the white one is called Swan, the black one is called King Kong, the swan is female, and King Kong is male.

He usually feeds it by himself, but this time he specially handed over the swan to the emperor and brought King Kong out. At that time, he plausibly said that Xiao Biesheng was newly married, and the eagle would also like it.It made all the royal ministers who saw off at that time break into a cold sweat.But now it seems to be the right one.

Although the weather wasn't too cold, the streets were bleak, and everyone was in a hurry except for some luxuriously dressed people.

"The poetry appreciation party is coming up tomorrow, why don't we go out of the city?" Yinhu followed Yinzhen and walked slowly on the street, half a step away from him, neither approaching nor lagging behind.

"Your leg doesn't hurt anymore?" Yinzhen turned back and squinted at him, his eyes went directly to the base of his thigh, Yinhu became angry from embarrassment.

"I didn't say I wanted to ride a horse!"

"...Okay, I'll go find a carriage!" Yinzhen sighed.

"Obviously you said that you need to understand the enemy's situation and grasp the enemy's situation, so I let you go outside. Asking people is more reliable than listening to these low-level news!" Yinhu shook his head and lowered his head in a low voice.

Yin Zhen was startled, then laughed.He has always regarded him as a child, as the person he cares about, how can he forget that they are all descendants of Aixinjueluo, they have the same Huang Ama, in this case, how can he treat him as an ordinary child?

There are many mountains in Fujian Province, and Rongcheng is surrounded by Pingshan, Wushan, and Yushan. Although it is early winter, it is like early spring here. Although all kinds of flowers have withered, the branches are still full. a lot of.

After the two deviated from the official road, they got out of the carriage, and then walked all the way to the mountain along the narrow path. Wushan Mountain is not high or big, but it is a small mountain with strange rocks and dense forests. The gully wins.The two men climbed up the southeast foot, which was deleted by themselves, and it didn't take long for Tianxiangtai to fall down. To the west is Chongtiantai. The back wall is engraved with "Ancient Fanghe Pavilion" in regular script. "A few dozen steps along the steps is Daoshan Pavilion.

Yinhu laughed: "Fourth Brother, do you still remember Luoyang Zhigui?"

Yinzhen also laughed when he heard him say this: "The eighth younger brother is a drunkard?"

Yinhu didn't dare to go too far when he heard him make fun of such a joke, the mountain is not high, and the two of them reached the top of the mountain not long after.

It was already cold, but when the mountain wind blows, I feel that there are indeed two heavens and earth on the mountain. Yinhu is afraid of the cold, so she shrinks a little. Yinzhen stands against the mountain wind, staring into the distance, and the whole person is like a green pine in the cold wind , slender and straight.

It didn't take long before Yinhu couldn't take it anymore, and he woke up Yinzhen who didn't know what he was thinking: "Fourth brother, it's time to go!"

Xu Zhen was stunned, only to hear him muttering: "This mountain and river,... this mountain and river..."

Yinhu heard his whisper clearly, but just smiled slightly, did the fourth brother start to have an idea?Because of disappointment with the prince?Thinking about the situation at that time, if I had always had full confidence in a person, I would have suffered a lot in that situation, right?

"Eighth brother, is it cold?" Yinzhen realized that Yinhu had been trembling all the time when he came back to his senses, and he couldn't help but secretly regret it, so he wanted to take off the gown. Yinhu couldn't laugh or cry: "It was just blown by the wind for a while, how can I be so spoiled? Fourth brother You don't wear as much as I do!"

"Your body is no better than mine!"

"Fourth brother, are you making fun of me for being short?" Yinhu pouted, his height is his pain, although it is three years old, but because Mao has grown taller like a bamboo in the past few years, he But not much higher than the old nine and ten?In this life following Yinzhen, he has eaten and drank well, and the same condition is why Mao himself grows so slowly?I just hope that I can grow faster in the future. I heard that when I officially grow up at the age of fourteen or fifteen, I must exercise more in the future.

"...No." Yinzhen was a little uncomfortable. Yinhu's height had just reached his chin, so it was just right for him to hold her, but... But the eighth brother should grow taller.

The two of them were swaying slowly, when they saw the sky suddenly darken, followed by thunder and thunder, and Yinhu trembled violently, Yinzhen raised his head to look at the sky, and said worriedly: "Look at the situation, wait a while I'm afraid it's going to rain."

"God has to open his eyes to think it's snowing!" Yinhu laughed when he heard it, "If I knew it would be like this, I wouldn't come out."

"It's okay. When I went up the mountain just now, I saw a hut on the side of the mountain. You and I should go there first to avoid the rain!"

"..." Fourth brother, what kind of eyes do you have?Walking the same way, why did I see you before I saw it?

The thatched hut was built by woodcutters to shelter from the rain. It is not big, but there is firewood and water in it. It seems to be a convention. The person who ate it consciously added that when the two entered, there were already five people inside, four of whom were scholars. After dressing up, there was only a short linen shirt left, his eyes were full of tiredness, and the hatchet was always on his body, Yinzhen thought of the bundle of firewood by the door, presumably this person went up the mountain to collect firewood but was delayed.

When the four scholars saw someone coming in again, they all turned to look at them, but the woodcutter was unmoved.

"Everyone is bothering you. The two of my brothers are here to play and don't want to coincide with the rain, and want to take shelter from the rain here..."

Before Yinzhen finished speaking, the short, fat and honest scholar among them grinned and said, "It's okay, it's okay, the four of us also suffered from this misfortune while playing here, but we didn't build this house, so we can't stop you!"

"Rust, shut up!" The tall and thin one stared at him fiercely when he heard him speak so freely.

"We didn't build it in the first place!" The fat man pouted aggrievedly.

The remaining two raised their heads and laughed, both laughing, Ji Chibang looked unrestrained and unrestrained, and the red dress made people feel that this person should be like this in heaven, but these two people made people feel disgusted from the bottom of their hearts. It's pretending to be insane.The uninhibitedness exuding from the bones and the flamboyance that is deliberately pretended are different in realm, and the effect is hard to say.

"Thank you so much!" Yinzhen was not good at talking, and was too lazy to speak again when someone interrupted him, so Yinhu continued with a smile, and at a glance, he could tell that these people were all so-called scholars with embroidered pillows. Baocao, beautiful outside and weak inside, so he didn't bother to talk to them anymore, and just watched the heavy rain outside the door with Yinzhen.

The two of them were silent, but he was very excited, so he heard the poetry competition started again, and only one person chanted: "The willow moves the pipa lightly. Under the crescent moon of the begonia, Qinghui's arms are cold, and the voice is curvy. The sound is quiet. The smoke is flat, the sound of people is silent in the middle of the night, and flowers have fallen everywhere. Remnant dreams are hard to dissipate the summer, whose house is lightly flying into? Tears fall."

The other three immediately praised: "Good poetry, good poetry!"

Yinhu laughed when he heard it, and looked at Yinzhen, who was also laughing.

Then there is the second person: "Patches of pink are all gone, and the residual fragrance is everywhere. The empty figure is built of jade in the shade. Picking up the petals and leaves, the old beauty can be distinguished. The face of the lotus is ashamed by the window, and the small building is independent of the bridge. It's hard to get rid of the hatred, you don't see it. Depressed and old, what's the matter of painting a sad fan."

Sure enough, the word "good poem" came as promised, followed by the third person: "The breeze moved the plantain overnight, toasted to invite the moon. People are also lonely, and the moon shines on the ten-mile flat lake. I am so lonely to drink bitter wine and play the zither flute The lingering sound is lingering, leaving nothing but hatred to wait for the window to dawn."

It's fun for one person, funny for two, and it's still the same for three people, Yinhu can't help worrying, don't the scholars nowadays only just love affairs?Yinzhen's expression remained unchanged.

Since the Qing Dynasty entered the customs, most of the Han literati were dissatisfied. No matter how hard Huang Ama tried, those literati completely separated themselves from the Qing Dynasty by saying "barbarians, not my race". It has only been more than [-] years since entering the customs, and these so-called literati put their backbones on the wind and snow.If Yuan Chonghuan knew it underground, would he be able to rest in peace?

The two were immersed in their own thoughts, when one of them said with emotion: "You... As scholars, how can you be so self-deprecating? Reading is not to serve the court, it should also be based on pragmatism..."

"Gao Zhiren, if that's the case, then you have written a good poem, and let us see how pragmatic you are!"

The others laughed together when they heard it, and it seemed that they were used to making troubles. The man looked at them contemptuously, coughed and said, "Listen up!"

"Falling flowers and snow falling in the courtyard, making tea and tasting clear springs. Children show off their paper to draw immortals? Autumn water, spring mountains, the brush can't paint the old face. Flying flowers and catkins are flying all over the sky, soaking the side of the small bridge. The old man wants to ferry? This shore, On the other side, I can’t forget my thoughts everywhere.”

Before his voice fell, there was already loud laughter over there, and even Yinzhen Yinhu couldn't help laughing.

"Sure enough, pragmatic!"

"Sure enough poetry!"

The man blushed with shame and couldn't contain himself.

Yinhu snickered: "Fourth brother, I'll play a song too, just listen to it and see if it's pragmatic."

"When the breeze moves the plantains, it will only cause loneliness. The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the ten-mile church is still noisy. The clothes are fragrant and the shadows on the temples disappear, and the wine is played, and the zither is played. The singing of the birds and the singing of the birds, leaving the remaining feelings for the Ming Dynasty."

Yinzhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What do you want to learn from them? A group of sour scholars."

The two of them were whispering, when suddenly someone from the innermost place hummed heavily, and then heard a rather vicissitudes of voice: "The heat is steaming, the sound of cicadas, the sun is so hot that there is no wind, there are three or two farmers in the field, and there are hundreds of idlers in the temple." Ten people, poor June talking about flying snow, lamenting that the three volts are like spring, who will sweep up the remaining flowers to do business? The small bridge and flowing water are deep in the courtyard."

Then he saw that woodcutter went out the door without looking back as if he couldn't bear it anymore, picked up his firewood and went down the mountain in the rain.The remaining six people looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Sure enough, hidden dragon and crouching tiger!" Yinhu rejoiced, the woodcutter was silent, but he was dealt a heavy blow, and the faces of the four of them became redder than the other, and they fought hard with the monkey's ass.

"Don't underestimate it!" Yinzhen exclaimed.

Although the four people's complexions were blue and red, it was only for a while, and soon they became lively again, and their sentences were inseparable from the wind, flowers, snow and moon. Yinhu was bored to hear: "If these Fujian talents are all such characters, then the poetry appreciation party Don't go! Waste of time!"

"Why would a truly educated person care about a mere reputation? Do you think Master Gu, Mr. Yu, has ever participated in these Lao Shizi's poetry appreciation parties?"

Yinhu was stunned, his focus was not on Yinzhen's words at all: "Fourth brother, you are swearing!"

Yinzhen felt that he had slipped his tongue, turned his head and stopped talking, Yinhu smiled and leaned on his shoulder, and soon fell asleep.