fluttering night wind

In the late spring and early summer of the 13th year of Chongming, the grass grows in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is sunny and refreshing. When the south wind comes, the butterflies are dancing.From Yongjing to the south, the former land of the Eastern Wu Dynasty, the magnificent mountains and rivers are like pictures.

Bai Yansheng was jealous, so he didn't take the main road, he only chose the place where there are few people and the mountain road is dangerous, and he was careful to test it out.He walked fast and sometimes slow, and often deliberately missed Sutou, so the two of them had to sleep in the open.At the beginning of making a fire to cook, I deliberately disliked the east and the west, either because the firewood I picked up was not satisfactory, or the food was too burnt to swallow.

Mencius Ying also knew that it was a gentleman's taboo to meet each other halfway, so she knew that he was making things difficult and didn't say a word, and followed him all the way without complaining.In the end, it was Bai Yansheng who was soft-hearted and couldn't continue being a villain.The two are about the same age, and they are both teenagers who don't know how to feel sad.Together in Nilv, Bai Yansheng had only been to He County in Tongzhou the farthest before. Mencius Ying lived in Xiangyang for a long time, and the mountains and rivers in the hinterland of the Central Plains were destroyed by the military revolution. They got close and became good friends who talked about everything.

They wandered among the mountains surrounded by peanut trees, warblers flying around, and singing at sunset, just like those silly butterflies who thought that the flowers were still blooming and spring would never end.

That day they finally arrived at Dongping County. Looking from a distance, a gray city wall undulated between the mountains, smoke from cooking inside the city, and a four or five-story brick and wooden floating map stood in the northeast. Yansheng was disappointed when he saw it. "So there are also here." He secretly thought.

Emperor Yuan was fond of Buddhist affairs. Since Buddhism entered China, pagodas and temples have flourished like never before.The two temples of Yaoguang and Yongning built in the middle of Beijing are both nine-level pagodas. The ground is dug to build foundations, and they go down to the Yellow Spring. .As a result, all states and counties competed to build pagodas in order to please the Yuan Emperor. The money and labor needed were all from the people.

He naively thought that with Pei Xiu's personality, the places he recommended must be extraordinary, but he didn't know that some things in this world were inevitable.If Pei Xiu herself were here, it is unknown whether he would repair the pagoda or not.

It was already dark when he entered the city, he learned the lesson of Yongjing, he didn't go to the government rashly, but stayed in the inn in the city first.Earlier, he had asked Li's mansion to deliver a letter, saying that it would arrive in two days.In this era, people value manners, and Yansheng is covered in dust when he comes here, so he settles down first.

Meng Ziying had suffered enough with him all the way, and was very happy to finally have a roof tile to cover her head when she slept.He took a good bath, changed into clean clothes, and knocked on the door next door.After Yansheng opened the door, he saw a man standing under the porch, and it was like a dream. He heard him call, and then moved a little to let him in, his face was slightly red.Only then did I understand why Meng Ziying had to change her appearance in Yongjing, she thought she was a young woman for a moment, with such a good-looking appearance, she fell into the golden nest, so she didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse.

Mencius sat on his sleeping bed with her legs hanging down. She saw him laying out a memorial table with a pen and paper on it, and wrote a few lines. She took a sneak peek and wrote at the beginning: "Yan Rong sees the words as if they are not." Turning around, he said, "Who are you writing to?"

Yan Sheng closed the door, walked over and sat cross-legged, and said, "I'm writing a letter to my sister."

Mencius also knelt on the mat, and wondered, "Do you have a younger sister? Why haven't I heard you say that?"

Yan Sheng talked about his own situation.Meng Ziying glanced at the letter paper again, and said with a smile, "Your handwriting is so unique, it's completely different from your character." He had no scruples with Yansheng these days, and from his observation, Yanyan's voice is gentle and elegant, but this word is sharp Bi Lu, unharmed, is not like him.

Yan Sheng also laughed: "My sister and I don't know who can learn who's characters. Anyway, when she was young, she was better than me in reading and writing. I followed her to draw red, and somehow the characters were like her." Rongyi had been separated for several months, the twins had never been separated like this, and the feeling of longing in my heart was beyond words.

Mencius Ying saw that his brother and sister had such a good relationship, and was very envious, but since he escaped from Xiangyang, he was alone, and there was sadness in his eyes.

Yan Sheng quickly changed the topic, and said: "I forgot to ask you something, why did you lose your mind when you came out of the old man's house in Shannan that day?"

Meng Ziying was startled, thought for a while, and told him what he saw that day.Bai Yansheng didn't want to think that this was another unpleasant thing, and felt embarrassed. He didn't know what to say, and suddenly heard Mencius Ying said: "I don't have much love or dislike for Buddhism and Taoism. It's just that there is a floating map in Xiangyang City. Chongming Nine Besieged by Wuhu for many years, the city was short of food and clothing. Soldiers fled around at night by putting down ropes from the city wall. When the city was broken, there were almost no one on duty. At dusk, monks piled up the people who died in battle or died of hunger. In the main hall, then send someone to knock on the wooden fish, go to the homes of people they know, and inform them to come to collect the corpse. As long as they walk into a house, they don’t need to talk nonsense. It’s like a hell on earth. One day they finally came to my door, and my mother took me to look for my father. She was so hungry that she didn’t even have the strength to cry. They still said to me with a straight face: "Little Tanyue, your tears fell on him. On the face, he can't become a Buddha. From then on, I hate monks. I can't do anything, but I still have to worship such a god."

He spoke with a bit of childishness, but the grief in those words would be hard to understand if he hadn't experienced it himself.Yan Sheng couldn't help but think of the swollen floating corpses seen on the boat under the current. They were also flesh and blood people with families and families, and their relatives were praying for them to go home in the cold night.So he stepped over the table and put his hand on his shoulder.Meng Ziying's shoulders trembled, tears streamed down her cheeks, and the bitterness of exile for three or four years welled up in her heart. She couldn't help but grabbed his arm and burst into tears.

They are too young to realize that in troubled times, where is there any salvation?The world they were born in has long since had no home to return to, let alone a paradise.

The next day, both of them put on their best clothes and went to Dongping Mansion.The little official on duty only looked at Bai Yansheng's famous thorn over and over again, but didn't make a sound.Yan Sheng was wondering about it, secretly thinking that he had submitted a letter to report it dozens of days ago, so it was in vain again.It was Mencius who watched the words and expressions, and took out a piece of broken silver from his sleeve, which weighed two or three ounces, and handed it to the little official, saying: "Please give me a hand."

The little official smiled all over his face and said: "My lord just said a few days ago that Lord Bai is coming, so I'll take you in right away."

Bai Yansheng let out a groan of shame, walked in and looked at Meng Ziying with grateful eyes, but the latter stood outside the door, showing no intention of following in.

Mencius Ying cupped her hands and said, "Brother Bai, I want to go out for a stroll. I'll talk about it later if I have anything to do."

The doorman directly took Yan Sheng to the back hall. The governor of Dongping County was named Fu Xi, a descendant of Qinghe Fu's family, married the daughter of Pei Xiu's brother Pei Kai, and was a first-class celebrity in the world.Yan Sheng saw a middle-aged man in his [-]s and [-]s, E Guan Bo Dai, sitting in the hall, and when he saw them, he got up and went to the corridor to greet them, Yan Sheng hurriedly greeted them in the corridor.

Fu Xi's complexion was rosy, and the few strands of beard were more than a foot long. He was very well trimmed and maintained. He sat down hand in hand with Yan Sheng very naturally, looked him up carefully and said, "The descendants of the Marquis of Huainan are indeed handsome. Let's drink the wedding wine for Lingmei and Xuandi. How long has it been now?"

Yan Sheng handed Pei Xiu's handwritten letter to him first, Fu Xi took it and looked at it casually, thinking that Pei Xiu must have another letter to him.

Fu Xi shook his feather fan lightly and said, "My father died a few months ago, the master Bo is old and sick, and there are frequent paperwork exchanges. He asked me to find a replacement many times, so he asked Mr. Pei to find a candidate for me. Maybe the person who sent the message didn't make it clear. Dongping is secluded in the mountains, the land is vast and the people are rare, and the land is small. How dare you trouble Mr. Bai for this kind of errand that is not on the stage." In fact, his Qinghe Fu family has a lot of talents, so there is no need for Pei Xiu found someone for him, but it was because Dongping was too cold, there was no oil and water, and the children of the clan didn't want to come here, so he almost said clearly in his words, I'm afraid Mr. Bai won't be able to bear the hardship.

Yan Sheng felt disappointed, but he didn't show it on his face, he still said respectfully: "The Dian signed the palm of his hand to express the book, to proclaim and teach the order, and the position is small and heavy, how can Yan Sheng Dare to underestimate? I have been traveling all the way, seeing the beauty of Dongping mountains and rivers, my heart is broken, my lord is not too bitter for the imperial court to seal the borders and guard the land, the sound of the wild goose is young and short-sighted, just in need of experience, please send me as you like."

Fu Xi nodded very satisfied, and exchanged some pleasantries with him, asking when he arrived, where he lived, and if he needed to arrange accommodation for him.Just as Yansheng was about to speak, he suddenly thought of Mencius Ying, and a flash of light flashed in his mind, saying: "I came with others, and the accommodation has been arranged. When everything is ready, I will tell your lord."

Fu Xi thought that a man like his son-in-law would have to bring a few servants with him to settle his luggage, but he never expected him to walk all the way empty-handed, so he didn't take it seriously when he said he wanted to find a house by himself.Thinking that picking up the sun is worse than bumping into the sun, so I took him to get acquainted with the mansion, introduced the masters of the mansion, Zan Wu, Cao Yi, Si Gong, Canghu, Juncao, etc. to him one by one, and called everyone to meet with him. He picked up the wind and washed away the dust, and a day passed in the blink of an eye. When he returned to the inn, it was already dusk.

Mencius Ying is waiting for him in Yansheng's room.

Yan Sheng didn't wait for him to speak, and rushed to ask: "Are you looking for a place to stay today?"

Meng Ziying was startled, and then smiled and said: "Brother Bai guessed right. If you want to work in Dongping, you need a convenient place. There are many people in the government office, so it's better to come out and live."

Yan Sheng wondered: "How do you know that I will definitely stay in Dongping, and people will definitely want me?"

Meng Ziying smiled and said, "With Pei Xiu as a person, I will definitely not cheat you. Besides, Big Brother Bai wants to do something good, no matter what position he is in, he will definitely not dislike him."

Yan Sheng couldn't help laughing: "You are a ghost. I am going to make lottery."

Meng Ziying thought about it and said: "The signature is also very good. There are quite a lot of secrets in the exchange of documents between the state government and the imperial court. Starting from here may not be a shortcut."

Seeing that he didn't mean to underestimate him, Yansheng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that this friend was not in vain.

After Meng Ziying finished speaking, she turned to look at him and said, "I've seen a few houses today, but I can't make up my mind. Master Fu grants you a few days off. We'll go and see them one by one tomorrow."

Yan Sheng stretched his waist, and said: "He asked me to go in five days, and I clearly told him that it doesn't need to be so long. You can decide on the house." Then he remembered something, took out a purse from his arms, and poured it He took out a few bank notes and some silver coins, and said, "Thank you this morning. This is all my belongings, and you will be in charge of it in the future."

The broken silver was dripping and rolling on the cattail mat, and Meng Ziying's eyes turned red when she saw it.Yansheng became flustered, not knowing how to place his hands and feet, he said anxiously: "Hey, why are you crying, isn't it enough?"

Meng Ziying wiped away her tears and said, "There's ashes in my eyes. It doesn't matter if I don't have enough. I also found a job in the piano shop on the street today. If you have hands and feet, you won't starve to death wherever you go."

Yan Sheng was a little speechless, he didn't know whether to be happy or worried, and he felt a little distressed, but he didn't expect this child to be surprisingly reliable in his work at such a young age.

The author has something to say: Well, besides the kit, Bawang's also occasionally makes a fuss, okay? Are you happy watching it? ? ?