The jade that pulls the red mansion is also crazy

Last time I said that Yinxiang and Daiyu were wandering in a garden imitating Suzhou, discussing the advantages and disadvantages of each place, and then turned to a forest of steles. The quaint stone monuments are awe-inspiring.

Daiyu laughed and said, "It's okay here, it's just a little strange."

Yinxiang then asked, "What's so strange?"

Daiyu frowned and said, "If these ancient trees haven't been around for decades, they wouldn't be able to grow so lush and rotten. Could it be that this forest of steles has been made by getting old trees from other places? I can't believe who has such a great ability."

Yinxiang smiled and said: "You're talking, where did they come here? These ancient trees and forest of steles were originally here. When this garden was built, they were also wrapped in it, making it a whole The view."

Daiyu laughed and said, "It's strange that I look at this place without decoration, but it feels more thick and deep. It's because of this. From this point of view, it's really rare."

Then he tasted them one by one, and because the sky was dark, he couldn't quite see what was written on it, so the servants lit up small lanterns and led them in front. Yinxiang suddenly thought of something, and said with a smile: "Yes, we don't have to I struggled to read characters here, and I missed the good times.”

Daiyu hurriedly asked He Jing, and Yinxiang smiled and said, "Sister, have you forgotten the night market I told you about? Although Luocheng is noisy and noisy during the day, the night market is actually unique. Although it is lively, it is elegant and full of style. My son is fifteen, and there will be some lantern riddles brewed by literati in the past, so let's go and have a look, shall we?"

Daiyu smiled and said, "If it's really that good, I'd like to go and have a look. Just don't be as vulgar as 'build the Cross Street first, then build the Eight Diagrams Platform'."

Yin Xiang hurriedly laughed and said: "People's talents and learning are varied. There are some like this, but there are also good ones. If there are really talented people, the things they can make are enough to be solved by people." He hesitated and asked: " What was the answer to what you said just now?"

After listening to this, Daiyu pursed her lips and looked at Yinxiang, remembering what he himself said, 'people's talents and learning vary', and suddenly couldn't hold back her smile, and held onto the tree by the side of the stone road, Yinxiang laughed too. Thinking, thinking for a while, suddenly realized, seeing Daiyu couldn't breathe from laughing, she blushed for the first time, and said with a smile: "I was in the palace, and I haven't seen this thing too much, it's possible that I can't guess it, you laugh What, don't laugh."

Daiyu could only hold back a smile and nodded.

Sure enough, the night market in Los Angeles is not the same as other places. It is not scattered on the streets and alleys, but is located on a leftover wind praying platform in Los Angeles. This wind praying platform is located in the center of Los Angeles, and it looks inconspicuous , It is said that it has a history of thousands of years.

Daiyu listened to Yinxiang's story: the emperor of a certain dynasty had a strange temperament, and he was devoted to the younger sister picked up by his mother and concubine for adoption. It is also to prevent the prince from indulging in the love of his children and ruining his future career, so he quickly married the princess to another country so as to separate the two.

Who would have thought that the princess was an infatuated woman, and committed suicide on the road. Rumor has it that the place where she died was the current Los Angeles City. The prince was in great pain. Build an extremely wide high platform on the place where he died, worship the stars and the moon, and name it after the princess "Qi Feng", and call it "Qi Fengtai". Every year, he must come here once and die on the platform. Sit down for a while.

Today, the person who built the platform has long passed away. The platform has undergone countless dynasties, and the wind and rain have eroded it, making it even more mottled. People no longer remember the name of the emperor, but this story has been passed down from generation to generation. What's more, it is quiet here on weekdays, and no one comes to disturb it, but on the fifteenth day of each month, this place has become a night market unknowingly, and people gather here from all directions. The weird rules and tacit understanding left over from years ago have become mostly lantern riddles. When night falls, the sky is full of stars, and the Qifeng Terrace is full of bright lanterns. They are colorful and beautiful in an instant, as if they are the reflection of the hearts of the two people who have passed away. An unspoken memorial service.

The story touched Daiyu's heart, and she couldn't help sighing leisurely, and said: "Lao and Yan are separated, life and death are separated, they are really a poor couple."

Yinxiang was slightly taken aback, and said with a smile: "I thought my sister would be like those people, thinking that this is an invisible scandal, and I don't bother to mention it."

Daiyu smiled faintly, and asked softly, "What do Thirteen brothers think?"

Yinxiang thought for a while, then smiled and said: "Since ancient times, the etiquette and law have been strict and no desecration is allowed. Brother and sister have mutual affection, which impacts the etiquette and law. It is really something that is not allowed in the family."

Daiyu lowered her head and said nothing.

Unexpectedly, Yin Xiang laughed and said: "But these are just old people's opinions. What I hated the most since I was a child is nothing more than those rules and regulations. Therefore, when I was young, I was often reprimanded by my father in the palace. Unaccustomed to those stereotypes and bad habits, this is why I often have the idea of ​​​​retiring from the world and living alone. From my point of view, the two of them are happy with each other. The soul of the character is also the most precious part. If you force your own mind, your feelings will become a bloodless body. This kind of combination is a combination for rules, not for "love" And combined, what's the point of living—"

Suddenly realized that it seemed inappropriate for him to say so much in front of Daiyu, he quickly stopped talking, laughed and looked away.

Daiyu was listening silently, a warm current surged in her heart, it was indescribable, suddenly she saw that he stopped talking, after a little thought, she knew what he meant, she couldn't help but blushed a little, she turned her head away, not make a sound.

Two silences, against the glare of the surrounding lights, yelling, talking, unwilling to admit defeat, laughing, all kinds of voices appear extremely chaotic and noisy.

Daiyu suddenly heard someone laughing in her ear: "Master, let's expose this, I can't figure it out, it doesn't cost money."

Before Daiyu could hear it, seeing Yinxiang calling her softly, she hurriedly recovered from her imaginings, and asked in a daze, "What money do you want?"

Seeing his dazed look, Yinxiang couldn't help laughing, and said: "You don't know the reason here. These lantern riddles can be divided into clear riddles and dark riddles. The dark riddles are covered with lotus-colored cloth. There are unwritten rules here, and the secret riddles are hidden." You have to pay to see the riddles, these riddles are often difficult, but if you can guess it, not only will you not get any money, but you will be rewarded with it, sister, do you want to try it?"

When Daiyu heard this, she was quite unique, so she moved the child to play and said with a smile, "In that case, I'll just try one."

Yinxiang asked the girl who followed him to take a silver ingot as a deposit, and ordered the lamp bearer to take off the cover of the small Linghua lantern.

Then I saw the above saying: the river in front of the window is full of spring, and a river of spring water flows eastward.Guess the two flavors of herbs.

Daiyu thought for a while, then remembered, and said with a smile: "But 'kongqing' and 'tonghai'?"

The lamp holder was about to put the money in his arms, but he didn't want Daiyu to guess it, so he had to put the money down with a dry smile and said, "This master is really talented and a good person."

Daiyu and Yinxiang looked at each other and smiled: "It's so simple, you can guess it with just a few guesses, and you can be called 'good talent'?"

Yinxiang smiled and said: "If you know who he is, you may not be willing to make these dark poems. If she seriously guesses you once, I'm afraid you will go bankrupt."

The lamp holder looked at Daiyu up and down, and seemed not to believe it, but suddenly thought of something, and said with a smile: "Of course, I am from a rich family and have a lot of knowledge. If I can guess the eagle lantern poem at the northeast corner, then I will be able to do it." It's really amazing!"

Yinxiang raised his eyebrows, then smiled and said, "What eagle poem? Why haven't I heard of it before?"

The man smiled and said: "He has also been here for more than a year. He set up a row of eagle lanterns. He paid high rewards to find people who solved the mystery. He threatened that the person who solved the mystery must be someone who understands him. Everyone also covets those rewards." I've tried them all, and over the past year or so, there have only been three or five scholars and literati who are just like him. Speaking of which, those people are all like him, with weird temperaments. I haven't seen a single person asking for a bounty with him. Later, some people saw these scholars drinking tea together, composing poems, drinking and chatting. It’s just these few people, but no one else can guess the rest, since the two masters are very knowledgeable, why don’t you try that?”

Yinxiang was moved by what he said, so he asked Daiyu to go over and have a look.Daiyu was also curious, and thought to herself: No one has solved those lantern riddles in a year. Is there really such a sublime writing?I want to see him.

Then both of them moved to explore, and headed to the northeast. The crowd was bustling and noisy, and they finally squeezed through the wall of lights and lights. Orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple, all kinds of colors, and they are all the same eagle with wings ready to fly. There is a lamp on its abdomen, and the whole body is shining brightly. His eyes are sharp and his face is firm. He doesn't shout like others, but just sits silently and looks at all the people passing by with cold eyes.

Yinxiang looked him up quietly, then said, "Take off the cover, let's have a look."

The man also looked at Yinxiang and Daiyu, and seemed not interested in these two beautifully dressed people, and said with a faint smile: "The cloth is detachable, but it's very expensive, so it's okay if I don't look at it. "

Yinxiang smiled slightly and asked, "No matter how expensive the cost is, there is still a certain amount?"

The man also smiled, raised his chin slightly, and looked provocatively: "One piece of cloth, ten taels of silver."

People around who heard it all thought that this person was crazy, their eyes were projected from all directions, word of mouth passed on, and the surroundings suddenly became much quieter.

It really can be said that the price is sky-high, if it is any other lantern riddle, no matter how delicate it is, it will not exceed a hundred dollars.

Yinxiang took a small ingot of gold from the servant, didn't care much about his arrogance, put it on the table politely, and said with a smile, "Is that enough?"

The man didn't take the gold either, his eyes were fixed on Yinxiang's face for a few seconds, after a little thought, he made a 'chuck' sound, and took off the cloth from the bellies of the three eagles one by one, asking them to look at it.

Because the eagle watcher is here every day, the lion opens his mouth and asks for a lot of silver before he is willing to publish the poem, so those ordinary people seldom have the courage to publish it once, and they all shy away, and now they can see the eagle. The content of the poem is all gathered together to read, and the first poem is written: the hanging silk is weak and thin, and the cover is light and loose.The smoke dwells on the upper ridge, and the sky is close to the rock formation.

Daiyu read it, startled slightly, and thought: This poem is weird, as if I've seen it somewhere, but I think about it carefully, it doesn't seem to be true, and then I look at the rhyme of the poem, it's messy, it's a beginner of poetry, It is absolutely impossible to compose poems like this. It is like deliberately messing around and disturbing people's eyes and ears. I don't know what kind of heart he has.

Looking quietly at Yinxiang, he is also depressed, frowning slightly, not saying a word, and he also refuses to speak for the time being, continue to read, the second song is: Zhiyuan is sparse and moist, and the water is condensed and smooth.The light floats on the wall, moistens the accumulation of pearls and clouds.

There is a slight movement in my heart, and there is a sense of panic, I don't know why, I hurriedly read the last song, which is: Luo Gongzhai's life and death, sword king Han Duanqi.It's quite cheap to cut Zhao Si, and weep when Wu hurts Wei.

After reading the three poems, Daiyu pondered for a while, and suddenly she was startled, her eyes froze, and she thought: This person comes to place lamps every month in a grand manner, so this is what he means!It's really a big deal!

It turns out that these poems at first glance are just a few poems without rhyme and substance, but in fact there is a universe inside. Na Daiyu had heard Lin Ruhai say that there was a strange habit of composing poems in ancient times, which is called "eight lines". Note", it requires that the text should be written in eight lines, and all the written text must be written backwards, and it must be read backwards when reading. In this way, the first bento is:

Yunzhu clears and accumulates, making the jade move and float.

Floating light condenses water, accumulating moist and sparse circles.

Two or three poems are the same. Although the meaning of the three poems is elusive, they all reveal the word "anti". Who is King Luo Bin? That day when he attacked Emperor Wu with a single article, his heart was clearly revealed. How many descendants don't know?

A row of eagle lanterns, all written on the chest are anti-poems, doesn't it mean "response to reaction"?

Daiyu then quietly went to see Yinxiang, and saw that Yinxiang's handsome eyebrows were furrowed like locks, and his face was quite different from before. It was extremely dull and serious, like the ice and snow on the ancient high mountains that had not melted for thousands of years. She had never seen such a face before. Seeing him face to face, he was a little stunned, unable to speak in a daze.

Then Yinxiang asked in a calm and deep voice: "Every poem is based on guessing, or books, or medicinal materials, or towns, or ancient allusions. I don't know these poems, but guess what?"

Hearing this question, the man's eyes moved, and he seemed to be moved, and said: "In troubled times, it's hard to explain the mystery, but it's all in my heart. If the young master is connected with my heart, I will naturally know the basis of these eagle poems." Why!"

Yinxiang smiled slightly, nodded lightly, and suddenly said: "Dare to ask my brother's name?"

The man was not as proud as before, so he arched and said: "Don't dare, my surname is Pang, and my name is Zhiliu. What's the name of the young master? Dare I ask which house in this city is it?"

Yinxiang didn't answer, just smiled and said: "You don't need to ask now, maybe, one day, you will know."

Then he said to Daiyu, "let's go."

The onlookers around were still wondering what it meant, and they were puzzled in their hearts. They didn't know whether the two of Yinxiang had guessed it or not. At that time, I suddenly heard Pang Zhiliu holding the gold and saying from behind: "If the two young masters understand in their hearts, please take this ingot of gold."

Yinxiang stopped for a while, but didn't look back, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and quickly continued walking.

——I understand it in my heart, but you must never have dreamed that you and I are born enemies, and we will fight to the death. If I don't take this ingot of gold, you will not be blessed to lose weight.

Daiyu guessed Yinxiang's thoughts, and even guessed his unswerving position as the prince: this son has nothing to do with him, but his behavior and plans in his heart have something to do with his emperor Ama, and have nothing to do with him. The whole Qing Dynasty is related! The word "proud" can be tolerated, and the word "kuang" can be tolerated, but the word "reverse" is a taboo through the ages. Even a person as generous as Yinxiang can only stop his footsteps for a while , no matter how big or small, which is more important, I can't be confused at this time!

Therefore, those eyes are full of deepness at the moment, Daiyu knows that this involves a lot, and she can't easily talk about it, she can only be silent about it, but there is always a strange feeling wandering in her heart , getting thicker and thicker, and gradually converged into a little question: Is this scholar called 'Pang Zhiliu'?

It's so strange, this name seems to be heard somewhere.

Where did you hear it?

Both of them lost the mood of wandering around at the same time. The boys and girls hurriedly hired cars and sedan chairs to wait on them. Tomorrow, let's go to the Xieyin mountain stream in the ancient mountain city, it's very nice there, you must like it."

Daiyu just smiled and didn't say yes or no.

It was not until he was about to enter the house and Yinxiang was about to leave that Daiyu finally asked leisurely: "What is Brother Thirteen planning to do with the matter just now?"

Hearing her question, Yin Xiang obviously knew about it a long time ago, but he didn't know how to express it properly for a moment, thought for a while, and said: "The palace has its own decision." Then he stopped talking.

Daiyu nodded and said with a smile: "This is a political matter, I'm the one who asked more, since that's the case, Brother Thirteen doesn't need to accompany me around."

Yinxiang smiled and said: "It's unnecessary, just pretend it's nothing, I have my own explanation in my heart."

That's all for Daiyu, Yinxiang gave a few more instructions, leaving two little girls to serve Daiyu, and ordered the boy to sleep in front of Daiyu's door, and went back to the house without mentioning it.

And speaking of the second day, the sky was still sunny and the scenery was beautiful. Neither of them mentioned what happened yesterday. The servants prepared two horses, and Yinxiang asked Daiyu to choose a white one.

Yinxiang pursed his lips and said with a smile: "I advise you to change to another one. That's my horse. It's very fierce. It will be difficult for you to control it."

Daiyu laughed and said, "It's clear that Brother Thirteen is not willing to use it for me, so I want to take a look."

Then he went to the horse's head, gently scratched the mane and the neck of the horse with catkins, and murmured, but he didn't know what he was talking about. The horse was a little scared and restless at first, but seeing Daiyu making it comfortable, his mouth was gentle and soft. Moaning, his eyes gradually softened, and finally, he slightly poked the horse's head towards Daiyu's palm.

Daiyu then got on the horse without any surprises. The horse was still extremely smooth, and there was no abnormality in the slightest. Strangely, Yinxiang also laughed: "It's really strange, did you cast some spell on it and it couldn't succeed? Why did it Suddenly listened to you?"

Daiyu also smiled. At this moment, she saw a boy riding a horse, waving his hands in his mouth, and called "Master Thirteen" again, his face was covered with sweat, and he was in a panic. Yinxiang saw that he was staying in Xiangyun Pavilion Yes, I have been chasing here today, I don't know why.