Colleagues of Zhang Liang [comprehensive] Mu Liangqing

Zhang Liang, who was so skinny, went straight to the bamboo gate, knelt down, and put his forehead on the ground, "Hall Zhang Liang first, and ask to see Master Xun."

Ximen stared at his back in disgust, a thousand words were smoldering in his chest for a while.

Zhang Liang hadn't spoken much before, at most he would say a few words a day, when he was in a good mood.

At that time, Ximen Yan was also injured in Bolangsha, sitting alone and bandaging his arm, but Zhang Liang on the bed leaned over to look at him, staring fixedly at his bleeding wound with blank eyes, clearly Concerned, but still silent.Later, when he realized that Ximen was tired of looking at him, he hurriedly turned around and hid himself in the bedding.

When the heart knot is big, it will be blocked in the heart and block people. Unless someone takes the key, it will not be broken by hard hitting.

"Zhang Liang asked to see Master Xun."

Xun Kuang was a person with a weird temper. Between Han Fei and Li Si, ordinary people admired the latter.However, his eyes were very different, and he closed the door to Li Si, but kept thinking about his deceased disciple, which was exactly similar to Zhang Liang.

It turns out that there are still people in this world who remember Han Fei...

It is not easy to enter the bamboo garden, and it is not easy to see Xun Kuang.In order to ask for a meeting, Zhang Liang endured without drinking for three days in a row, and knocked on the door every morning and evening, but the door was closed.

The doorman said: "Master likes to be quiet and doesn't want to see strangers."

Zhang Liangbian and others.On the fourth day, he finally had a flash of inspiration, and Fei Shu sent it back to Mu Liangshan, asking the groom to release Treading Snow—Han Fei once told him that Treading Snow was a gift from Xun Kuang when they parted.

One month later, he knocked on the bamboo door, and Taxue yelled at the door, Zhang Liang finally saw Xun Kuang.

Xun Kuang said with emotion: "In the past, when we left, there was one person and one horse. Now people return to the loess, and only good horses return."

A man of seventy years of age has a violent and sensitive temper. Thinking of the untimely death of his disciple who had been proud of him for half his life, he felt even more dejected.After looking at the snow-white mane for a while, he made way for Zhang Liang to enter.

So Zhang Liang lived in this bamboo garden.

There are always a lot of principles of self-cultivation and self-cultivation, but it is not an easy task to really understand them.

Xun Kuang didn't talk to Zhang Liang, and he wisely didn't bother him.The only common topic that influenced them was Han Fei. It was uncomfortable for both of them to talk about it, so they simply didn't mention it.

Ximen was tired of seeing that although he still talked less, he was a little more angry than before and was able to take care of himself, so he felt relieved and didn't say anything except to remind him to go to bed early every day.

It's just that Zhuyuan is an elegant place, and because of Xun Kuang's personal opinion, drinking is not allowed in the garden.This made the alcoholic Zhang Liang scratch his heart and liver, as if there were tigers in his body, very uncomfortable.So he diverted his attention and went to count the growth rings on the tree stump every day.

There is a tree stump in the back garden, which is said to be a thousand-year-old tree that was cut down last year.The reason is unknown, but the pile surface is really not small, and it is more than enough to place two chessboards.

That day, Zhang Liangzheng squatted down and counted the growth rings with all his attention, silently reciting the numbers in his heart, the sunlight above his head was blocked by a figure.At first he thought it was Ximen Yan, so he didn't look up, but then the man opened his mouth:

"Dare to ask, you are Zhang Liang, Zhang Zifang?"

Zhang Liang was stunned for a moment, then raised his head.The man had his back against the sun, a halo around his body, and his face was not clear.But judging from that soft voice, He should be a gentle person.

Zhang Liang got up slowly, and said: "Exactly." He hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time, and suddenly the conversation was a bit slow, and after a moment of sluggishness, he said again, "Dare to ask your honorable name?"

The man smiled lightly, "Yan Lu." After a pause, he said, "Oh, I am a Confucian disciple, and I am here to visit Uncle Xun today."

Zhang Liang nodded lightly, being able to say hello to strangers was already a huge improvement for him, so he stopped being polite and waited silently for Yan Lu to leave.

Unexpectedly, this person's next sentence made him startled.

"Your hair tie is very similar to Brother Han Fei's."

Zhang Liang was shocked, his lips trembled, "You, know him?"

Since Han Fei left, he took off the hosta he was wearing and replaced it with the purple-blue hairband.

"I know." Yan Lu sat down leisurely, "I still know you, he often mentions you."

Zhang Liang stopped counting the growth rings, and sat beside him cautiously, "What did he say?"

"Hmm..." Yan Lu thought for a while, "It's not a big deal, but I often see something and buy it with money. I asked him who to give it to, and he said it was for an old friend. Later, he drank too much , I just found out that this old friend is you."

"Is that so..." Zhang Liang's eyes softened, "He's like this, he always thinks about others, but never thinks about himself."

Yan Lu calmed down and said, "Only you. Brother Han Fei has never been so caring about others, only you."

Zhang Liang moved his fingertips, but did not speak.

Yan Lu said again: "I can vaguely guess your relationship. So I can understand that your despondency is not just about subjugation."

Zhang Liang's heart ached for a long time, and he said bitterly: "Some living people are like puppets, while some dead people deserve to die."

Yan Lu suddenly said: "That's a good statement. But... how much is a puppet, and what kind of meaning is enough to have no regrets?"

His eyes are light, like clear lake water.

"In "Xiaoyaoyou" written by senior Zhuangzi, it is mentioned that Chunmu regards eight thousand years as spring and eight thousand years as autumn. The hundred years of ordinary people are nothing but ephemeral flies in front of him. Everyone has regrets. But what is more important than this is that those who have regrets do not necessarily have achievements, and those who have achievements must have regrets."

Zhang Liang thought about it, "Those who have achieved...must have regrets?"

Yan Lu nodded, and then said: "That's right. I think that the existence of Brother Han Fei made future generations remember the five beetles and South Korea even more. What are you sorry about?"

These words knocked Zhang Liang hard, and he was stunned for a long time.He always thought that heaven was jealous of talents, and Han Fei shouldn't die here.But when Yan Lu said this, he left five worms and his thoughts, which have been handed down for generations, and the regret seems to be less heart-piercing.

"His meaning..."

"Life and death are not a matter of one breath. If someone goes underground and is always remembered by the living, then in fact, he is only counted as wandering, not a true 'death'."

Yan Lu patted Zhang Liang's shoulder while talking, and said, "There are always peaks and valleys in life, some people fall, some people get up. Some people stagnate, and some people continue to move forward. How to set up barriers is God's business, how to walk is your business."

Zhang Liang stared blankly at the ground and asked, "Have you ever experienced a deep valley?"

"I... am from Zhao State." Yan Lu's expression drifted into the distance, and he recalled, "Back then, Qin State and Zhao Guoguo fought Changping, and Zhao State was defeated. This battle caused a sensation in the world. I think you I've heard that too."

Zhang Liang nodded, "Finally, King Qin Zhao ordered to kill 40 captives."

Yan Lu hummed lightly, and said: "Actually, there are not as many as 40. King Qin Zhao released people under the age of 16, and the real murderers are only about 36 to [-]."

Zhang Liang noticed the sadness in his eyes, guessed: "You..."

Yan Lu nodded, "I was among those who were released." After a pause, he continued, "Do you know that Zhao Gao, the most powerful eunuch in the palace now? He is also from Zhao. We survived together back then. Afterwards, he lurked beside Ying Zheng for the purpose of revenge."

Zhang Liang was half surprised, half puzzled, "Are you telling me this, are you not afraid that I will inform you?"

Yan Lu smiled and said, "Compared to Zhao Gao who hasn't done anything yet, you who have already done it seem to be more dangerous."

This sentence has already been said clearly.

Zhang Liang gasped, "How do you know!"

He was extremely cautious in the battle of Bolangsha, and did not leak any news.

Yan Lu said calmly: "The sword in the hands of the person who rescued you that day was Shen Ge, and the sword in your hand was Xuanyuan. According to my gossip, you are the only one who fits both of these two." Then Looking at Zhang Liangru's general expression when he came, he said slowly, "You don't have to worry, it is obvious that Ying Zheng's news is different from mine, otherwise you won't be here safely."

Only then did Zhang Liang's tense body relax, and he said bluntly, "Your Excellency is really well informed."

Yan Lu smiled, and said slowly: "I'm not telling you this for your praise. Everyone has been hurt and has grudges. Yingzheng destroys the six countries and dominates the world. He is the enemy of tens of millions of people. But just From this point of view, he has contributed to the return of the world and the reduction of war chaos. But where is his fault? Zhang Zifang, you have been silent for so many years, do you still understand the world?"

Zhang Liang bowed his head in embarrassment, and said: "Liang is ashamed, I only know that the people are struggling to live."

"I thought you would just say 'he ruined my family, he committed a heinous crime'. It seems that the situation is not as bad as you imagined, and you still have people's livelihood in your heart."

Yan Lu glanced at him approvingly, and said, "That's right. The laws of Qin are violent, the tyranny is fiercer than tigers, and the strict laws are worse than beasts, causing people's livelihood to resent. Yingzheng can't let the people live in peace. This is because he, as a king, , the greatest sin."

Zhang Liang was stunned for a moment, and for some reason, the words Han Fei said to him before he died - Zifang, you must remember that no matter what you do, you must first serve the people and then the king.

"Serve the people first, then the king..." He whispered this sentence unconsciously.

Yan Lu nodded and said with a smile: "That's exactly the reason. I thought, if Ying Zheng can make the people live and work in peace and contentment, for the people first, then for myself, I can put aside the hatred of subjugation and support him as the emperor."

These words ran through Zhang Liang's mind several times, his eyes moved, and he said: "Liang is ashamed, he is narrow-minded."

He killed Ying Zheng, all out of selfishness.Han Fei, Zhang Kaidi, Wei Zhong, and his nephew, who had no place to bury him after his premature death, all made his resentment to the extreme.

Yan Lu didn't take it seriously, "You just haven't come out of the shadows, and you have some obsessions in your heart. Zifang, you are still young, so don't be impatient. After ten years of sharpening your sword, you will come out of the sheath."

On that day, the weather was clear and bright, and the sun cast down like gentle silk.The two talked for a long time until the sun set and the orange-red oblique light filled the garden.

Zhang Liang's heart, which had been blocked for a long time, finally opened, and he fell asleep leaning on Yan Lu's shoulder.

Ximen Yan in the dark kept watching, and finally heaved a long sigh of relief.

"Master, you asked me here specifically, what's the matter?" Yan Lu sat down opposite Xun Kuang and asked, clasping his hands.

Xun Kuang stroked his gray and white beard, and said, "Ask knowingly."

Yan Lu innocently shrugged, "Oh, I thought that besides Zhang Liang, my uncle would at least have another matter looking for me, so it turned out that I was just being self-indulgent."

Xun Kuang continued to stroke his beard and said, "Yes."

A drop of cold sweat broke out on Yan Lu's temples—how should he answer the "um"?

Get used to it, get used to it...

Anyway, Xun Kuang cherished words like gold, and he didn't have much to say, so Yan Lu no longer kept his cheek, said a few words of farewell, and exited the room respectfully.

Looking at the bamboo forest while walking, he sighed: "Young people are awesome..."

After that day, Zhang Liang changed back to the old Zhang Liang.To be exact, it was a little different, the usual greenness between the brows was gone, and there was more calmness.

In the past, he smiled elegantly and was ignorant of world affairs, but now that elegance is still there, but it is no longer pure.

The little fox lost all its fragility and finally grew into an old fox.The former has the advantages of the former, and the latter has the advantages of the latter.The little fox has the innocence of innocence, and the old fox has the skill of strategy.

Fate left him bruised and bruised, and a new soul was reborn from the wound.

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Something made me very unhappy today. The consequence of being unhappy is crazy coding. I have finished coding this text, so I will update it daily!

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