[Comprehensive] Number of Merry

Twelve miles southwest of Jiankang City, Xinting.

The clouds and the rain have passed, the war has subsided, and the elegant figures of celebrities enjoying a banquet reappeared in the suburbs of the capital.

It was the first time for Xie Shang to participate in such an event as a scholar, but his speech and behavior were like fish in water, and he blended into it naturally and without any trace.He stayed in Shangyu for three years in mourning for his father, and when he came out of the server, he happened to catch up with the Su Jun Rebellion, and he hadn't participated in the banquets and talks for four years. Today's performance can be said to be the result of four years of hard work, and it is not an accident .

Hanging eyes looked at the peach petals falling into the wine glass, and drank it together with the wine. Xie Shang stopped the glass and stood there, looking into the distance, with the soft and sweet scent of peach blossom lingering between his lips and teeth.

"Brother Renzu also saw it?"

The sound of flowing water as warm as a mountain spring sounded beside him, and Xie Shang could know the identity of the visitor even with his eyes closed: "An Shi."

Xie An responded, and walked slowly to his left, with an elegant demeanor and a respectable appearance.

Xie Shang has always admired this younger brother, and when he heard that it was him who made an inquiry, he put his attitude straight: "An Shi refers to the person from the bottom of the mountain?"

While speaking, both of them set their eyes on the group of people galloping down the mountain.

Since the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, it became more and more popular for imperial officials and nobles to travel by ox carts. By the Jin Dynasty, ox carts had basically replaced horse carts and were accepted and even loved by all social classes.Especially in the Jiangnan area, it is extremely rare to ride a carriage or ride a horse.

"There is a lack of horses in the east of the river, and An has never seen it. When my brother was young, he went in and out of the general's shogunate with his father. If you look at it with your brother's eyes, how is the other horse?"

The general in Xie An's mouth refers to the general Wang Dun, who was also from the Wang family of Langya, and died of illness after the failed rebellion.

Xie Shang raised his eyebrows lightly, his phoenix eyes narrowed: "An Shi was joking." He tossed the wine glass casually, and the mountain wind filled his sleeves, "An Shi doesn't know how to match a horse, and neither do I. Just look at the speed of his horse. , undoubtedly high class."

Pointing to the leader of the group, he said, "Can you see her sleeve clearly?"

"Well, wide sleeves."

Xie Shang got to the point as soon as he answered, obviously he had noticed before, the corners of his lips could not help but twitched, and pointed out:

"All the knights in the army wear arrow sleeves for no other reason than to control the horse. This man rides a bone-riding steed, which is pure and without variegation, and can gallop in ordinary clothes. He can control it freely. An outstanding generation."

After finishing speaking, he squinted at him, his eyes shining brightly: "When An Shi asked about horses, he actually wanted to ask people?"

Xie An's eyes were as clear as water, he nodded and admitted: "Yu Lang left Beijing, An thought about it in private, and really can't think of anyone with such a demeanor."

The look is still leisurely and gentle.

Xie Shang glanced around and found that other celebrities had also noticed Shan Xia and his party and were discussing with each other. He withdrew his gaze and looked calmly: "Has An Shi met Wang Changyu and Wang Yishao today?"

Xie An looked at him with some surprise, then looked at the mysterious clothes of the man at the bottom of the mountain, and suddenly understood:

"It turns out that Wang Yu has arrived."

Unconsciously, there was an ethereal feeling like a light cloud in the words.

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In the past, I went there, and the rain and snow fell; now I come to think, and the willows are Yiyi.

Reversing the sentences in the Book of Songs can exactly describe Wang Lang's situation.

Walking all the way from Kuaiji, Wang Lang frowned for half a month when he saw the dilapidated city after the war and the ragged and hungry refugees.It wasn't until he entered Danyang, when the gentle and bright spring breeze blew his cheeks, and the slender apricot petals fluttered down his shoulders, that Wang Lang suddenly noticed the beautiful scene of spring green Jiangnan and flowing peach blossoms.

In such a good season, the man-made disaster has been eradicated, and it is time to settle down, recuperate and recover.

Wang Lang took a deep breath, grabbed the rein with his left hand and pulled it back, his upper body turned from leaning forward to straight.The rather humane mount knew what she was thinking, so it took advantage of the situation to slow down its four hooves, and walked slowly on the green grass.

Wang Lang raised his eyebrows slightly, reached out to stroke the horse's mane, turned his head and asked behind him: "Old Qin, how far is it from the city gate?"

"Going back to Mr. Lang, there is still about twenty miles to the south."

Wang Lang's current official position is the vassal of Sikong, and her title is the first-class county marquis among the marquises. Among the different surnames, she is second only to the five founding princes and dukes. Generally, subordinates should call her Wang Ju, my lord, or Yangxin County Marquis, "Lang "Jun" is the customary old name, and the cronies who have not changed their mouths call Wang Lang.

Wang Lang nodded slightly, looked into the distance, and vaguely saw a black figure standing in the long pavilion in front of him, his face was still unclear, but his demeanor was like a piece of freehand landscape that had been perfected, so beautiful that it was difficult to describe in words.

Wang Lang's heart skipped a beat, and he froze on the spot.

"Lang Jun?"

"Walk."

Without a single extra word, Wang Lang knocked on the horse's belly and galloped towards the pavilion until she was within a stone's throw away from the pavilion. She grabbed the rein suddenly, slowed down the horse and took a few steps, and spun her body As soon as it fell, it got off the horse very beautifully.

"Brother Changyu."

She abandoned the reins, rushed to the pavilion in three steps at a time, and greeted Congxiong.

Wang Yue returned the gift, looking at Wang Lang with a pair of clear and subtle black phoenix eyes, like the most gentle and warm spring breeze in March, sweeping away the winter chill: "Shanshan."

There are people like this in the world, who don't show mountains or dew, and just a simple look can make people feel like spring breeze.Looking at him, Wang Lang felt that the sky was bluer, the water was greener, the willow branches were brighter, and everything around him was brighter and more beautiful:

"Why is brother Changyu here?"

Wang Yue, courtesy name Changyu, the eldest son of Wang Dao Sikong, is the well-deserved No.1 of the younger generation of the Wang family.

Wang Lang's dark eyes rolled, and he looked at him carefully from top to bottom, full of curiosity about the reason why he appeared in the Changting early in the morning.

Wang Yue looked at her with a smile: "Come to pick you up."

Elegant as spring mountains.

"Pick... pick me up?" Wang Lang opened his eyes wide, his face full of surprise, "It's fine to send someone casually for this kind of thing, how can you work for Brother Chang Yu?"

Wang Yue tilted her head slightly: "Since anyone can do it, why can't it be me?"

Because you are not just anyone!

Wang Lang conveyed this meaning with his eyes, with a firm attitude, seeing his dark clothes slightly moist, standing in the morning dew for an unknown amount of time, his heart felt even more indescribable.

Wang Yue noticed her gaze, stayed silent for a while, and sighed softly:

"Shanshan is so out of touch, it seems that I am usually too arrogant."

Wang Lang hurriedly interrupted: "That's not it!"

Wang Yue chuckled: "It's fine if you don't."

Only now did Wang Lang come to his senses, and glared at his warm eyebrows angrily.

tease her?

Wang Yue stopped talking, and only looked at her quietly with a pair of reserved phoenix eyes. For a moment, Wang Lang himself felt uncomfortable, lowered his eyelashes, and avoided his gaze.

A gust of spring breeze blew, and a few strands of hair slipped from his cheeks, making Wang Lang feel a little itchy.

She moved her fingers, but before she could lift them up, a slender and stable hand gathered her hair behind her ears, and a soft and deep sigh sounded at the same time: "Thank you."

"It's... not bad."

Wang Lang looked away a little embarrassedly, just in time to see the distorted expressions of all his subordinates who watched with wide-eyed eyes, holding back their laughter, and immediately became furious: "A man can laugh if he wants to! Who are you sneaking around for?"

Everyone laughed loudly, and before she had an attack, they all scattered and disappeared from the grass in the blink of an eye.

Wang Lang was so angry that he kicked a stone on the ground and flew over the head of the person who laughed the most, as a warning.

Everyone laughed even louder, and all the previous depression was swept away.

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The paint-wheeled long-shaft car drives smoothly on the street, and the curtain hanging from the front door of the rectangular car is made of soap yarn, which can block the peeping of the car from the outside while not affecting the line of sight from the car to the outside world.

Wang Lang was used to galloping amidst the sound of hunting wind, looking for balance while bumping up and down, but now that the wheels were slow and the car was running smoothly, Wang Lang felt rather uncomfortable.

"My mother ordered someone to clean up the wing room by the lotus pond. She has always missed you very much." Wang Yue's voice was deep and soft, making the listeners forget the foreign things unconsciously, and their minds were at peace. Moving to the Sikong Mansion for a short stay, you are familiar with everyone in A Chi, and you have nothing to hide. Father and I also mean the same."

Wang Lang was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head firmly but touched:

"Auntie's kindness, Ah Lang appreciates it, but I'm used to the former residence, everything is well prepared, so there's no inconvenience in living here."

Her father, brother, and family members are not in Jiankang, and she is the only master in the huge mansion, which is a bit deserted.In addition, it was much more convenient for her to move directly to the Sikong Mansion as a vassal under Wang Daozheng.However, what she wants to establish is an image of a talented young man who can support the family alone. She also needs space for daily reception and living. It is obviously better to stay in the mansion.

Wang Yue bent her lips slightly, with a gentle look on her face: "Then, let's use it in the Sikong Mansion. Shanshan has already rejected it once, and this time it must not be refused again."

饔 is breakfast, and 飧 is dinner. People before the Qin and Han Dynasties only ate two meals a day, so 饔飧 was used instead of meals.After the Han Dynasty, two meals a day gradually evolved into three meals a day. Usually, one meal was added after waking up in the morning in addition to the two main meals in the morning and evening.

Wang Lang laughed: "Brother knows me."

It's just a meal, she won't save a meal for Sikong Mansion.

Wang Yue shook her head helplessly, there was a faint smile in her phoenix eyes, faint and far away.

After a while, he lightly tapped the table with his index finger, and asked, "Shan Shan is going to show people in men's clothing like this in the future?"

Wang Lang let out a "hey", denied it, and then consulted: "This time, I just want to ride a horse for convenience. I still wear it as usual. What do you think, brother?"

Wang Yue stared at her and thought for a moment, then nodded slightly:

"can."

Wang Lang breathed a sigh of relief. When it comes to understanding Jin people, Wang Yue's judgment is much more credible than hers.

Wang Yue stopped the tapping movement of her index finger, pressed her palm down, and covered it lightly, her dark phoenix eyes like still water waved lightly:

"Seeing Sikong, Shanshan will explain to me first. How do you plan for the future?"

Seeing that although his posture was casual and casual, but his eyes looked very serious, Wang Lang pursed his lips and said the answer he had been thinking for a long time:

"Be sensitive to things and cautious in words. Be evil to everyone."

A gentleman has nothing to eat, nothing to eat, nothing to live in, and peace to live. He is sensitive to things but cautious in his words, so he has the way and is right.

Water is good for all things and does not fight for it. It does what everyone hates, so it is more than Tao.

The two sentences come from "The Analects of Confucius" and "Tao Te Ching" respectively, and they are the policies Wang Lang and Jiang Shang set for themselves after discussing with each other.

The world is harsher to women than to men, harsher to those who will be successful than to those who do nothing, and harsher to those who break the barriers than those who stick to the rules. Wang Lang has all three points.

After repeated weighing, Wang Lang decided to follow the teachings of the sages, be cautious in his words, work diligently, and pick out tricky and troublesome things that people don't want to do.Anyway, when the sky is falling, there is Xiao Wang holding it up, and it is the last word to make good use of the plug-in.

Wang Yue's brow peaks slowly gathered, and his handsome face, like an exiled fairy, was congealed:

"Have you figured it out?"

Wang Lang pursed his lips even tighter, expressing his firm will with his eyes.

Wang Yue and her stared at each other for a long time, with a wry smile on the corner of her lips:

"There are thousands of roads in the world, but you chose the most difficult one."

Hearing that his tone was loose, Wang Lang smiled and leaned forward to hug his arm and shake it wildly:

"It doesn't matter which way it is, it's not difficult to go, am I right?"

"No." Wang Yue sighed and rubbed her head helplessly.

Wang Lang covered his head and hid aside, looked at him pitifully, then suddenly remembered something, turned his head to consider his words and said, "Brother Changyu doesn't seem to be surprised at all...?"

I have also talked about it for a while, and most people are most interested in questions, such as why my father and brother agreed to her leading the army, how did she win the battle, and so on, none of which were asked.

Wang Yue fell silent, seemed to think carefully before asking: "Does Shanshan know Guo Pu and Guo Jingchun?"

Wang Lang nodded.

The most famous thing about Guo Pu is that he is proficient in "divination", that is, the sorcerers in the pre-Qin period.

It is said that King Sikong once asked him to predict the rise and fall of the Wang family after he crossed the river, and the answer he got was "good luck, no disadvantages. If the Huai River stops, the Wang family will die." Wang Lang vaguely remembered that this prophecy was later fulfilled in the Sui Dynasty.In addition, many of his other prophecies have also been fulfilled one by one, and he is a rather mythical figure.

If it is said that before she met Xiao Wang, she was quite interested in such characters, but now that she has Xiao Wang, her desire to contact and seek evidence will inevitably be greatly weakened.The reason is very simple, the person with 99 points is right next to him, who cares about the person with [-] points?

Of course, her curiosity was limited to not taking the initiative to understand. Now hearing Wang Yue mention the other party is equivalent to sending him to the door to solve doubts.

Then I heard Wang Yue's deep and soft voice, speaking slower than ordinary people:

"Guo Jingchun was a guest in the mansion in the past. He saw a little boy passing by in front of the steps. His face was astonished. He made a hexagram, divination, and sighed for a long time. Gu said to Sikong: 'The phoenix hides and the dragon hides, and the birth is not at the right time.'"