fluttering night wind

In July of the seventh year of Jingning, it was the tenth day after Yongjing was captured by Shu soldiers.

The thieves have retreated, the smoke has not cleared, and there are corpses everywhere inside and outside the city, a mess everywhere.Some scavengers ventured out to pick up the belongings of the deceased, and suddenly saw familiar relatives and friends also lying in a pool of blood, and couldn't help crying loudly.The officers and soldiers who cleaned up the battlefield thought he was in the way, stabbed him to the ground with a bald gun barrel, and beat him indiscriminately: "Why cry, life and death are life and death!"

Xiao Rongyue came from outside the city, happened to see this scene, felt furious, and wanted to go forward to argue.But he was caught by Bai Yansheng who was accompanying him, shaking his head to signal not to move rashly.

The two looked up at the towering city gate at the same time. The city wall made of huge stones was riddled with holes, and the flag fell down. On the gate tower in the middle, there were two heads hanging, especially the dead.

Many people fled the capital to hide in the countryside a few days ago, and they dragged their families back after hearing that they were relieved of the siege.Bai and Xiao mingled with these refugees and entered the city, they walked for a while, they both felt that the nest was destroyed under the fighting, they were sad and miserable, they couldn't bear to watch.

At this time, Bai Yansheng was still a person who died once in the eyes of the world, and he didn't dare to go to Xie's house openly. Seeing a merchant on the street opening their doors and sweeping the front yard, he went up to ask Xie's house in Wuyi Lane on the pretext of how to get there. By the way, inquire about the situation in the city.

The man was about 50 to [-] years old, his face was full of wrinkles, he gave him a sad look, and said: "Xie's family is going to have a funeral today, and the whole family has gone out of the city. You can see that the paper money in the middle of the road is left by his family."

Sure enough, the middle of the road was sprinkled with white paper money, paving the way all the way to the city gate.

Bai Yansheng's heart sank, and he asked: "Is it for the funeral of the crown prince and Taifu Xie Kun? Where is the tomb of the Xie clan?"

The man said: "It is Xie Kun who died. I heard that Xie's ancestor's grave is in Xishan."

Xishan Cuilan is one of the eight scenic spots in Yongjing. Bai Yansheng visited Lanshan at night with his cousin Li Jingwen when he went to Beijing more than ten years ago.The mountains are picturesque in all seasons, the forests and gullies are sentimental. It is a beautiful thing to think that Xie Kun has worked hard all his life, ran across the river, and rarely lived in his hometown after death, roaring proudly at the lake and mountains.

Bai Yansheng thanked that person, led Xiao Rongyue to walk a few steps, and whispered: "I'm going to kowtow to the Xie cemetery, do you want to go?"

Xiao Rongyue shrugged indifferently, and the two followed the paper money on the ground to the city gate.At this time Xiao Rongyue was still wearing a human skin mask, Bai Yansheng thought about the many old things in Yongjing, fearing that he would be recognized and cause unnecessary trouble, so he deliberately messed up his hair, covering half of his face, and wiped the other half A lot of dust, unkempt, even Xiao Rongyue couldn't recognize him for a while.

After leaving the city gate, the paper money laid the groundwork all the way, but instead of heading to the west mountain, it went to the Xinting in the southwest.The two chased all the way, and it didn't take long before they heard the sound of blowing and beating, Mingjing, Lingfan, and paper money flying all over the sky. The funeral procession meandered for more than a mile, with white-clothed Xie clan members in front, followed by sedan chairs, horses, and servants. .

Pulling children to sing songs, Bai Ji singing to the courtyard, the spectators are on the way, and the scholars and women are crying.

Bai Yansheng caught up to the tail of the team, only to know that a large group of people behind were from Yongjing's aristocratic family, who came to pay homage to Xie Gong.Xiao Rongyue didn't have a horse, so she could only climb the mountain with her feet, bored and asked her companions, "How did Mr. Xie die?"

Those who fell behind were servants of some powerful family in Yongjing. They winked and said in a low voice: "I really don't know, maybe only those who were above the city gate knew that day. However, all the soldiers of that day were also dead. won't speak."

He meant that Xie Kun's death was very strange, Bai Yan's voice was silently remembered in his heart, and he didn't show it on his face.

Xiao Rongyue, on the other hand, had the posture to ask the bottom line: "The Xie family is a famous family in Jiangdong, and Xie Kun's death is unknown. Will the Xie clan accept it?"

The man sighed and said, "That's why the emperor issued an imperial decree to make Xie Kun the British Duke, and also bestowed a title and a lot of money to comfort him."

Xiao Rongyue asked again: "I heard that the tomb of the Xie clan is in Xishan, what is this place, why is Xie Kun buried here?"

The man looked her up and down, and said suspiciously: "You are not from Yongjing, this is the Xinting. It has always been the case that soldiers from the upper reaches must pass through the Xinting, so they rushed. I heard that Xie Kun's last words were to be buried in the Xinting. , overlooking the river, guarding the capital."

Bai Yansheng thought of Xie Kun as a frontier minister for decades, who had been through wars and chaos many times, and his dedication to serving the country was still undiminished after his death. He was no different from Pei Xiu for the country and the people.I couldn't help but my eyes were sour, and tears flowed down.

Xiao Rongyue saw that the terrain of the Xinting was dangerous, and it could be leaned on as a barrier. She thought in her heart that if her father and brother invaded south in the future, this place must be taken down first, so as not to hinder it.

The two followed the team to the flat ground on the top of the mountain, but saw that the terrain was high and steep, and the top of the mountain was wide enough to accommodate thousands of people.On the edge of the cliff, there is a small pavilion built on the side of the mountain. Under the pavilion is the flowing water of the Yangtze River.At this time, a small tomb has been dug beside the pavilion, and members of the Xie clan are dropping coffins.Relatives and children, aunts and sisters, chasing the dust track, wailing and crossing the road, crying loudly for a while.

At that time, there were more than a thousand people who were married and honored, and there were more than a thousand mourners with onyx crowns. All the bureaucrats in Yongjing, from the princes and down, were all offering sacrifices.

The funeral ceremony in Beidi was simple, and after the deceased was burned and buried, relatives and friends lived as usual, Xiao Rongyue had never seen such a battle before, mixed in the crowd, it was so fresh and dizzying.

However, Bai Yansheng's eyes swept back and forth among the kneeling Xie family disciples in front of the tomb, and finally stopped on a thin figure in the front.The woman's clothes were worn down, although she was very weak, she was not as distraught as the others, she beat the ground and cried loudly, her spine was always straight and she didn't move.

Those who watched the ceremony from the outside couldn't help but point and point.Xiao Rongyue was curious for a moment, and asked the people next to her, "Who are you talking about?"

"Who else can there be? That's Xie Kun's eldest daughter. Xie Kun lost his wife in middle age, and only this girl was the only one who wrote a poem: 24 bright moonlit nights on the bridge, holding a pearl in the palm of your hand. A true national weapon and pearl in the palm of your hand." It's just that her father loved her so much when he was alive, and when he died, she didn't even shed a tear, it's really cruel."

The gossiping person suddenly felt a piercing gaze, as if a sword had been cut on him, and looked aside, a man in rags was staring at him.This person knew that Xie Kun's defense of the city was quite popular, so he said behind his back his gossip, Xie's family was in a bad mood at a funeral, it would not be worth it if they were picked out and beaten violently, so they couldn't help but keep silent.

It was Bai Yansheng who was glaring at him.

At this time, the burial in front was completed, Xie Lianbi was lifted up, and someone began to read a sacrificial oration in her tone: "Woohoo! Only my emperor Kao Yinggong, Bu Ji was buried in Stone City on July [-]th, the seventh year of Jingning. The unfilial daughter Lian Bi, I would like to offer a sacrifice to the soul with the delicacy written in the Qing Dynasty."

After Xie Kun's death, he was given to the Duke of England as a posthumous gift, and Xiao Rongyue knew that Miss Xie's boudoir name was Lianbi at this time.

"Woohoo! Unfortunately for Lianbi, my mother died when I was four years old, and my father was hurt. He was dismantled by the wild goose companion, who took the place of his mother and taught adults. He went to Xuzhou as a child, served as a frontier minister for ten years, and went through wars many times. Father and daughter share the same life, alone. Lonely, never separated for a day."

This sacrificial text was obviously written by Xie Lianbi, the writing is concise and appealing to both the refined and the common, and even people like Xiao Rongyue can understand it, let alone other peddlers who watched the excitement.

"Painful my father, at the end of the Chongming Dynasty, captive horses drank the river, and [-] soldiers bravely resisted the enemy Xuzhou. Under the order of King Qin, they abandoned their daughters and went to build businesses. A little solution."

Bai Yansheng thought of when Xie Kun went south, leaving Xie Lianbi alone in the dangerous city to comfort people.The elegant and timeless girl like a white plum, not avoiding suspicion in the cold night, led herself to read the Sanskrit map that was like a book that day, and guided her step by step, finally defeated Xu Kuang's Xianbei cavalry.Now that she said it again from her mouth, every word is really crying blood, hurting the heart, lungs, liver and intestines.

"At the beginning of Jingning, the Meng bandits provoked, and Chen Bing violated the palace. At the time of Jing Qing, the grass and trees were human beings. My father was hurt, and he was in the capital. Xuanwei was ordered to go straight to Xiangyang, and then surrounded Jiangling. Lost a pillar, father lost a good son-in-law. The jackal is in the way, how about the fox?"

Xiao Rongyue took a look at Bai Yansheng, thinking that this paragraph is trying to fight for you.

Before Bai Yansheng could react, a high-cold voice in the crowd said: "What kind of thief is not saved, the hero is dead, what kind of jackal is in the way, An asked the fox? Who is the thief? Who is the jackal? Who is the fox? Miss Xie The literary talent is brilliant, and the world knows it, but how can you make insinuations like this, let the villains who don’t know what’s in it hear it, and go out to fiddle with it, what’s your intention?”

Xie Lianbi in front of the tomb suddenly turned around, his face was pale and colorless, only his two bloodshot eyes were wide open, and he raised his eyebrows and said: "Which expert was talking just now, please show up for a while."

Bai Yan saw her in a loud voice, saw her face was bleak, her body was so thin that there was not much flesh, but she held on to her breath, and her heart felt like a knife.Secretly thought, so it is like this, Xie Kun died for no reason, she wrote the sacrificial text in a simple and easy-to-understand way, so that it would be easy for the public to spread the praises, so as to create a momentum of public opinion and avenge Xie Kun's injustice.

As soon as she finished speaking, there was indeed a scholar-like scholar with wide robes and big sleeves who came out more and more, walked to the middle of the open space, bowed and recommended himself: "Wu Yong, who was in Xiaqiantang, admired the prosperity of Yongjing and came to travel half a year ago. It happened to be Meng Bandit Besieging the city, Xie Gong sacrificed his life, come to pay homage today."

Xie Lianbi knew immediately that "Wu Yong" was a fake name, so he also bowed to him as a gift.After the ceremony, he said lightly: "Even the "Book of Songs" can be used to promote, watch, group, and resent. The little girl's father died for the country, and even if there are words that don't express the meaning, it comes from the heart and filial piety. What's on your mind?"

When she said this, everyone applauded from the bottom, and looked at Wu Yong with a stingy look. They all felt that this man and the woman were too picky and unflattering.

Wu Yong has a square head, broad ears, and a slightly blessed figure. At this time, he also smiled slightly and said: "Miss Xie used "The Essay on Worshiping Father" as an article. I also have a poem here. I also want to have fun, watch, group, and complain. I don’t know if I can do it. ?”

Xie Lianbi knew that this person was here to find fault, so he had to let him speak and made a "please go" gesture.

The man shook his head and said, "My poem is called "Inscribing the Golden Valley Garden—For Miss Xie"."

Xie Lianbi's face changed slightly.

Bai and Xiao looked at each other, "Tijin Guyuan?"What can there be in the Golden Valley Garden?Shi Chong who is fighting for wealth?The green bead that jumped off the building?

"What's the point of fighting for a century-old skeleton? Shi Chong was too pitiful for you that day! Seeing that poplars can be made into pillars, how can you teach pink not to be ashes?"

As soon as the poem was finished, Xie Lianbi spit out a big mouthful of blood "Wow", his body swayed, and was supported by his family who rushed forward.The members of the Xie clan who were kneeling on the ground immediately stood up and surrounded her, all of them showed sullen expressions and shared the same hatred.

This poem was published, and the public opinion suddenly changed, and everyone on the top of the mountain began to whisper.

Xiao Rongyue didn't understand why everyone's faces were shaken for a moment, but seeing a poem made this noble and glamorous woman vomit blood, she felt both puzzled and regretful.

She could hear every sentence in this poem clearly and plainly, but it seemed to have a lot of profound meaning when it was coherently considered.Yin asked Bai Yansheng: "What does this poem mean? Why does this sister vomit blood? Is there anything more sad than a dead father?"

Bai Yansheng's eyes shot out angry flames, if eyes could kill, Wu Yong would have died thousands of times.He gritted his teeth and explained word by word: "The first two lines of this poem are allusions about Shi Chong and Lvzhu. No matter how beautiful a person is, he will turn into a skeleton in a hundred years. What's there to argue about? Shi Chong's misfortune is all because of it." It’s because I felt so sorry for Luzhu back then. The last two lines of this poem mean, it means,” he said with a trembling voice, paused for a while, and finally continued: “It is said that Miss Xie’s husband-in-law, General Xuanwei, Bai Yansheng, fought in Jiangling. If you die, three years later the poplars on your husband’s grave will grow into towering trees, why don’t you die and die?”

Your husband was ordered to hunt down thieves, but he died after he failed. Your father guarded the gate of the country and committed suicide by committing suicide.Even a prostitute like Luzhu knows that she will pay her confidant by death. A noble girl like you is familiar with poetry and books, and her integrity should be higher than others, and she should die to thank her father and daughter, and the righteousness of husband and wife!

Xiao Rongyue took a deep breath, and thought in her heart, so excited, contemplative, group, and resentful, so he wanted to borrow a knife to kill someone and force this woman to die!

Sure enough, Wu Yong exclaimed triumphantly, "Three years and three years, how many three years will Miss Xie have to wait? Rats have skin, but people have no manners. Why not die?"

No one answered, Xie Lianbi had already passed out after vomiting blood, Xie's family was naturally busy saving people and had no time to pay attention to him.

His words were harsh and ruthless, but it was as if sparks had been splashed in the gunpowder pile. The dry wood was like a fire, which immediately caused a chain reaction among the onlookers.People around Bai and Xiao kept discussing.

"It makes sense. After the nobles of the Xie family, the crown of scholars, of course, the word integrity is more important than other families."

"Miss Qianjin really has a hard life. First her husband died, and then her father died. There is no fun in living. It is better to die and leave a good name."

"Fart!" Xiao Rongyue waved her fist, about to hit him: "Why don't you die and see! I'll set up an archway for your family!" She wanted to threaten again, but Bai Yansheng squeezed her fist.

Seeing "him" baring his teeth and claws, the person who spoke immediately hid away, not daring to speak.However, Fangmin's mouth is stronger than Fangchuan's. Xiao Rongyue can stop one person's mouth, but not the world's people.People continue to echo Wu Yong's strange talk.

Among the crowd, only Bai Yansheng and Xiao Rongyue stopped speaking, their faces sinking like water.

The treacherous villain will only use his tongue quickly, which will not benefit the state affairs.But what Xiao Rongyue didn't understand was why Xie Lianbi immediately vomited blood and fainted after listening to this poem that had nothing to do with her. If it was placed on her body, if others scolded her, she would double scold her back, and if she couldn't scold her, she would strike Fight with him.She still doesn't understand at this time, what is meant by "a word of praise is more honorable than Hua Dang; a word of derogation is more severe than an axe."

Bai Yansheng's heart was ashamed, his eyes only stayed on Xie Lianbi, thinking in his heart that if someone dared to blatantly inflict wind, frost, and sword on this weak woman, he would have to save her, and when the time comes, the world and the world will not care about it.

The author has something to say: In the old days, women were bound by feudal ethics, and they committed suicide because of the death of their husbands, which was called martyrdom.Although Xie Lianbi has never been married, she has completed the six rituals, she is Bai Yansheng's nominal wife, and there are many examples of martyrdom for her fiancé in ancient times.

If the thieves are not rescued, the heroes perish, and the wolves are in the way, how about the fox?It alludes to the battle of Baiyansheng Jiangling, the power minister Fu Xi refused to send troops to rescue, so the hero died in battle.In the country, treacherous ministers and villains emerge in large numbers, wolves are in power, the government is chaotic, and there are many leaks.You people don't care about the end, but you still want to condemn and provoke Meng Ziyou, an old fox, it's really ridiculous!

Human beings have no manners, so why not die?That is to say, to be a human being should be benevolent, righteous and moral. If you force yourself to be disobedient, you might as well be dead.

"There is nothing to fight for a hundred years of skeletons, Shi Chong was too pitiful for Qing! Seeing that poplars can be made into pillars, how can you teach pink not to be ashes?" This poem is written by the ancients.If you are interested, you can search for the stories of Guan Panpan and Bai Juyi.

Bai Juyi is a very annoying person. He satirizes his colleagues and satirizes prostitutes. He spends his life waiting to die, which is of no benefit to the country, but it is very good to write poems.

Guess everyone, who solved Xie Xiaobaihua's circle?