Luo Yuxi also read the poem and said: "This is a riddle poem by the Tang Dynasty poet Laihu, and the title of the poem is the riddle." ”

Yang Fei thought to himself, this Miss Luo is really knowledgeable.

Luo Sheng asked, "Sister, what's the mystery?"

Luo Yuxi said: "Clouds! The name of this poem is "Clouds". ”

Luo Sheng said: "Clouds, yes, there are a lot of clouds on this painting, and it is commensurate with such a poem." ”

Luo Yuxi's thoughts were the same as Yang Fei's, and he said, "Mr. Yang, could this poem suggest the place where the treasure is hidden?"

Yang Fei said: "It's also possible. Your ancestors were afraid that you would lose the paintings, so they mentioned the poems here. ”

Luo Yuxi said: "After reading this poem, I am even more confused, what does this cloud word have to do with the treasure land?"

Yang Fei swept his gaze, walked to the other side of the hall, and said, "There is also a mural on the wall over there. ”

The Luo sisters came over and looked at the painting on the wall.

The painting is also incomplete.

Everyone only looked at the remaining corner of the painting wall.

This is a landscape painting, the mountains are strange, the water is murmuring, there are flowers and birds, a school of spring is full of joy, the so-called distant mountains are colorful, close to listen to the water silently, vivid.

There is also a poem inscribed on the painting.

Poetry Cloud:

The spring breeze arrived in Hengyang overnight, and Chushui Yanshan was thousands of miles long.

Mo Daochun came and went, although Jiangnan is a foreign country.

Luo Sheng pointed to the poem and said with a smile: "Sister, this poem mentions Hengyang!

Yang Fei said: "This is unlikely. Why didn't your ancestors travel thousands of miles to hide treasures? Moreover, it was not wise to travel far away with so many treasures in the midst of war. ”

Luo Yuxi said: "I haven't heard of this poem, Mr. Yang, do you know who wrote this poem?"

Yang Fei said: "This is a poem written by Wang Gong in the Ming Dynasty. Wang Gong is my fellow countryman, I know a little bit about him, you don't know him, but you must know the Yongle Canon, he is one of the majors. ”

Luo Yuxi said: "It turned out to be your fellow countryman! So this poem, is it also a riddle poem?"

Yang Fei said with a smile: "Most of the poems written by Wang Gong are poetry of things, and what he sings is not a word in the poem, so it can also be said to be a riddle poem." ”

Luo Sheng said: "Is it possible, the poems written by this person are all riddle poems? You say that he is your fellow countryman, so you can tell me, what other poems does this person have?"

Yang Fei said: "Are you testing me?"

Luo Sheng snorted mischievously: "By the way, I'm just testing you! I want to see how many poems of the ancients do you, a copper-smelling businessman!"

Yang Fei laughed: "If you take the test of other poets, I may not be able to answer, I still know a few of this person's poems." ”

Luo Sheng said: "Yo, you are still boasting! Don't play tricks, you say come and listen!"

Yang Fei said: "The Qingqi River resounds, blowing thousands of leaves in the forest. Where is the most desolate parting, a few remnants of willows Baling Bridge. Guess what's the answer to this poem?"

Luo Sheng's eyes rolled and looked at Luo Yuxi: "Sister, you know!"

Luo Yuxi smiled and said: "I don't know this poem, but I can try to guess, well, it sounds Xiaoxiao, and it blows thousands of leaves in the forest, it must be the wind!"

Luo Sheng clapped his hands and smiled: "Is it the wind?"

Yang Fei said: "What kind of wind is it?"

Luo Sheng sighed and asked Luo Yuxi, "Sister, what kind of wind is it?"

Luo Yuxi said: "There are desolate words in the poem, and there are remnants of the willows on the bridge, which must be the autumn wind." ”

Luo Sheng asked Yang Feidao, "Is it the autumn wind?"

Yang Fei said: "Yes, the title of this poem is Yongqiu Feng." ”

Luo Sheng said: "Wow, sister, you are so amazing, you guessed it as soon as you guessed." ”

Luo Yuxi said: "As the saying goes, the white horse is plugged by the west wind, and the apricot blossoms are rainy in the south of the Yangtze River." In ancient times, Chang'an was a big city, and many literati and scholars used to be slaughtered by officials there, or lived in guest travel. Baling and Yangguan, one in the east of Chang'an and the other in the west of Chang'an, are two farewell places. The east out of Baling is to the south of the Yangtze River, and the west out of Yangguan is to the desert. Therefore, Baling folded willows and went out of Yangguan in the west, which became the image representative of farewell in ancient poems. ”

Luo Sheng smiled and said, "Sister, you are so knowledgeable!Yang Fei, have you taken it?"

Yang Fei said: "Miss Luo, she is really a talented girl!

Luo Yuxi said: "However, I still can't compare to you." You're the real talent!"

Luo Sheng said: "The two of you, one is a talented man, and the other is a beautiful woman! Only me, I am a village girl who does not learn and has no skills! Hey, you two are so smart, but let's talk about it, what is this poem written by Wang Gong?"

Yang Fei said: "I think, your sister has already guessed it, right?"

Luo Yuxi said: "Hengyang is a place name, but in ancient poetry, it is also a representative of imagery. The ancients sang a lot of poems about Hengyang. The scenery is different in autumn, and the geese in Hengyang go without paying attention. Thousands of miles of Hengyang geese have returned north this year. Back to the head of the wild goose peak, the wild goose flies south according to the appointment. The geese were frightened, and the sound broke the pool of Hengyang. And so on, lots and lots of them. ”

Luo Sheng said: "Just because there is a Huiyan Peak in Hengshan?"

Luo Yuxi said: "Yes, so, the goose has become an image expressed by Hengshan in the poem. ”

Luo Sheng suddenly realized: "So, this poem is about geese?"

Yang Fei said with a smile: "By the way, the title of this poem is called "Spring Goose". ”

Luo Sheng said: "If you say, these two riddle poems are used by our ancestors to remind us of the place where the treasure is hidden, one is a cloud and the other is a goose, together, it is a cloud goose?"

Yang Fei said: "Miss Luo, think about it, is there a mountain or land called Yunyan nearby?"

Luo Yuxi said: "I also grew up, only to return to my hometown, in order to hunt for treasure, I traveled all over the mountains and rivers of my hometown, but I have never heard of a place called Yun Yan." ”

Yang Fei said disappointedly: "Those two riddle poems seem to be just works for the occasion, not with other deep meanings!"

Luo Yuxi said: "Mr. Yang, I think it's strange. Why is there two murals here, one of which is very similar to your silk painting, and this one is not on the silk painting?"

Yang Fei laughed and said, "Miss Luo, there are actually two silk paintings, and the one I showed you is just one of them." ”

Luo Sheng heard this and shouted, "Yang Fei, you are playing tricks!"

Luo Yuxi said faintly: "It seems that Mr. Yang can't trust us!"

Yang Fei touched his chin and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I did have two more eyes before." ”

Luo Sheng snorted coldly: "Sister, we have these two murals, we don't need his paintings!

Luo Yuxi said: "No. If we don't believe in our words, how can we stand? We said that we want to cooperate with Mr. Yang, so we must cooperate to the end. Mr. Yang, don't worry, if you find the treasure, we will be half of us. I will never break my word. ”

Yang Fei thought to himself, it's not that you are generous, but that you are smarter!

Because although there are two murals here, they have long been dilapidated, what can you see? If you want to find treasure, you have to rely on my two silk paintings?

He didn't break it down, just smiled slightly: "That's very good." Let's take a closer look at these two silk paintings, and find the treasure as soon as possible. ”