Nanping Mountain is on the south bank of Hangzhou West Lake, north of Yuhuang Mountain, Jiuyao Mountain, the mountain peaks are towering, the strange stones are exquisite, the ridges are cross-sloped, like a barrier. Because it is located in the south of Hangzhou, there is a stone wall like a barrier, so it is called Nanping Mountain.

In a dense forest at the foot of Nanping Mountain, a small house, the courtyard is two rooms on the left and right horizontally, from the outside it is just an ordinary courtyard, but if you enter the courtyard, it is a different hole, rockery, pond water, ancient trees are the same lot, out of this, located next to a pool in the small courtyard, build a small pavilion, there is bamboo next to the pavilion, the green bamboo bends like willow branches, moves with the wind, just like a small flowing water in the south of the Yangtze River.

On the left side of the house are two main rooms, on the right side are two pieces of two wings, on the left side of the wing room is whitewashed walls and tiles, the courtyard is deep, a small bridge in the south of the Yangtze River tactful.

The furnishings in the wing room are simple and elegant, the bookshelf is mostly pen, ink, paper and inkstone, but there are few books, occasionally a few books, not a book one by one, but bamboo slips, there are many book scrolls, there are silk books, like the current popular paper books are very few, although so, but it makes people give birth to a sense of books.

In the middle of the wing room is a wide desk, on the desk is laid with a bundle of thick bamboo slips, the bamboo slips are simple and ochre yellow, it can be seen that there are some years, the bamboo slips are long and short, the longest is three feet, the shortest is only five inches, the top is densely written with Han Li's ink book, each word has a thumb cover so big, next to the bamboo slips is pressed a delicate rice paper, the rice paper has already been full of words, take a closer look, the leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Yi people, on the water side...... "Book of Songs•National Style•Qin Feng•Pujia". It is actually a sentence on the Book of Poetry, obviously this bamboo slip is a Book of Poetry, and the Book of Poetry collects 3805 poems from the early Western Zhou Dynasty to the middle of the Spring and Autumn Period for more than 500 years. The pre-Qin called the Book of Songs "Poems", or took its whole number and called it "Three Hundred Poems" and "Three Hundred Articles". In the Western Han Dynasty, it was revered as a Confucian classic, so it was called the "Book of Songs" and is still used today. It is said that there were as many as 3,000 poems handed down in the Spring and Autumn Period, and later only 311 poems were left (including six sheng poems: Nanyi, Baihua, Huaxiao, You Geng, Chongqiu, and Youyi), and later for convenience, it was called "300 poems". Among the disciples of Confucius, Zixia has the strongest comprehension of poetry, so he transmits poetry. At the beginning of the Han Dynasty, there were Lu people Shen Peigong, Qi people Yuan Gusheng and Yan people Han Ying, collectively known as the three poems. Qi Shi died in Wei, Lu Shi died in the Western Jin Dynasty, Han Shi was still in the Tang Dynasty, and now there are only ten volumes left in the world, and looking at this bamboo slip is obviously some years, I am afraid that there is more than one poem of the Han family.

At this time, a young man dressed in white rushed in, he first lit the fire on the coffee table on the left side, put a pot of tea soup on the stove, and then turned around and walked to the desk, gently and slowly put away the bamboo slips, carefully put them into a special box on the bookshelf and put them away, and took out a calligraphy from the bookshelf, which was actually Ouyang Xunshu "Zhang Hansi Perch Sticker".

"Zhang Han Si Perch Sticker" is also known as Ji Yingti, the story of Zhang Han, a talented son of the Western Jin Dynasty, Zhang Han is a native of Wu County (now Suzhou) in the Western Jin Dynasty, full of talent, uninhibited, and indulgent in drinking, at that time people called him Ruan Ji, one of the "Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest" in the Three Kingdoms Wei (Ruan Ji was an infantry captain, known as Ruan Infantry), called him "Jiangdong Infantry". He followed He Xun to Luoyang to be the official of the king of Qi, but he was not happy, often missed his hometown in the south of the Yangtze River, once because he saw the autumn wind rising, he thought of Wuzhong mushroom vegetables, ulva soup, sea bass, and said: "Life is expensive and suitable, how can you detain the eunuch for thousands of miles, in order to invite the name of the lord?" He remembered the rural life and hometown scenery in the past, especially the special products of Wuzhong, the delicious mushroom vegetables, ulva soup, and sea bass, so he wrote the famous "Song of Thinking of Wujiang":

"The autumn wind is blowing and the leaves are flying, and the perch in the Wujiang River is fat. Three thousand miles away from home has not returned, and it is hard to help but look up to the sky and grieve. ”

Ouyang Xun, a calligrapher, thanked him for his talent and character, and wrote this famous post that has been passed down through the ages. The calligraphy of this post, the font is slender, the pen is strong and straight, the style is steep, and the spirit is exposed. There is a thin gold book inscription on the folio, which is the experience written by Zhao Ji of Song Huizong in addition to appreciation. He commented on this post "The penmanship is dangerous, fierce and long-lasting", and pointed out that Ouyang Xun "In his later years, his pen strength was stronger, and there was a wind of law enforcement and court disputes, and the lonely peak rose, and it was cut on all sides." The young man seemed to be very fond of this bookpost, and carefully hung the post on a hook in front of the desk, the young man squinted his eyes and looked at it for a moment, then moved his wrist, spread out the rice paper from the side, slowly opened the ink, took a sharp breath, and began to copy it on the spread of the rice paper. The seal body is particularly fine, the flying white crown is unique, steep in the ancients, disturbing the dragon and snake fighting elephant, the momentum of the cloud and mist light cage, a few spins of thunder, and the manipulation is like a god. The book of true deeds, out of the Tailing, is not one, the forest is like an arsenal of spears, the wind god is stricter than Zhiyong, and the polish is less than Yu Shinan. Its cursive script is circulating repeatedly, depending on the two kings, can be moving; but frightened its jumping horse, do not avoid danger, hurt in the Qing Zhizhi, it is not easy to copy his calligraphy, need to copy the person must be in the circle of the pen, the strength of the vertical and horizontal, concentrating and contemplating. When the examination of the word momentum, the four sides are evenly stopped, the eight sides are ready; the length and shortness of the fit, the thickness of the compromise; the heart and eye are accurate, sparse and correct, to do these is not enough, but also need to be calm, the most busy can not be, busy is the loss of momentum; the second can not be slow, slow is the bone idiot; and can not be thin, thin when withered, can not be fat, fat is turbid. Careful and slow, natural preparation, this is the most important thing. The young man seems to have studied Ouyang Xun's calligraphy for a long time, and at this time he wrote without hurry, waving the lake pen, overhauling and flying, quite a bit of Wei and Jin style.

After about a stick of incense, the young man wrote most of the "Zhang Hansi Perch Sticker", secretly relieved, and was about to concentrate on writing again, at this moment, he heard a few knocks outside the door, and the sound was slow and soft.

The young man frowned, stopped the pen in his hand, and shouted, "Who?"

After a moment of silence outside the door, a voice said, "Little prince, does Yang Yifeng have something important to see?"

This young man is none other than the little prince Zhu Zhantan, he pretends to be able to learn not to lose to his cousin, poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting will always practice, but in addition to calligraphy and Zhu Zhanji, there is a little bit of beauty, the so-called qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs, but a subordinate is hindered by power, and he just pastes gold on his face, but he is unaware that every afternoon, it is important to copy the famous calligraphy, and he never sees a guest at this time.

Zhu Zhantan frowned, but put down the lake pen in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Come in?"

Yang Yifeng outside the door gently pushed open the wooden door, bowed and walked in, for the news in his hand, he was indeed a little surprised, now the king of Han has achieved great things, the biggest obstacle is the prince, once the prince returns to the capital, the inheritance of the throne to announce the world, even if the king of Han has thoughts, he does not dare to act rashly, he has endured humiliation for so many years for the little prince, it is rare for God to have mercy, and gave this a chance, seeing that doing this thing well, it is enough to realize the wish of many years。

Zhu Zhantan's face was a little displeased, and he cleaned his hands in the copper basin next to him, and then walked to the coffee table, filled himself with a cup of tea soup with the pot, and said, "What is the matter with coming here in such a hurry?"

Seeing that the little prince's face was displeased, Yang Yifeng didn't dare to say anything directly about the prince's return to Beijing, so he first reached into his arms, felt out the silver taels after the red sleeves combed last night, and carefully handed them forward with both hands and said: "Back to the little prince, this is the silver taels obtained by the red sleeves yesterday?"

Recently, the King of Han has been frequently active, and he needs a lot of silver taels, not to mention the dots under the mountains in the palace these days, even the soldiers who are secretly trained, and they also need a large amount of silver taels, not to mention the construction of the Han King's mansion in the past two years, each stroke is silver, and the father has urged the silver taels many times, at this time when he heard the silver, his eyes lit up for a moment, and he took the silver ticket and glanced at it, and his calm face immediately showed a trace of difference, and he also knew something about combing him, and it was not surprising that he could earn silver taels, but there were twenty taels on the silver ticket, which could not help but surprise him.

Yang Yifeng saw that the little prince was overjoyed, and his heart was secretly happy, according to the index given by the little prince, it was only 80,000 taels of silver, even if Tie Xiaodie was his person last night, he sold a full 150,000 taels, and it would be good to send 150,000 taels himself, and the extra 50,000 taels should not have been sent, but last night's combing conference was indeed too successful, and he actually earned a full 200,000 taels before and after, not counting the 10,000 taels of silver tickets put away this morning, it can be said that not only did the little prince earn a handful last night, but the Yang family also made a lot of money.

Giving away the 50,000 taels of silver was not because he wanted to please the little prince, but because the situation at this time made him want to take the opportunity to seek some benefits for the Yang family.

The King of Han has the intention to achieve great things, this time is undoubtedly the most important, his own 50,000 taels of silver is not much, less is not less, but it is undoubtedly a charcoal in the snow for the King of Han, in this way, in the future, the King of Han really achieved great things, remembering today's 50,000 taels of silver, it is indispensable to give the Yang family a few more benefits, this is what he learned from the big businessman Lu Buwei to fund the Qin prince Chu.

Zhu Zhantan's complexion completely eased a lot, and after reaching out to make an invitation, he re-opened a teacup from the coffee table, poured tea soup into the teapot, and gently pushed it in front of Yang Yifeng, and said, "Yang Gongzi assists his father so much, this meritorious little king remembers it in his heart?"

Yang Yifeng was busy and modest, and said something that should be said.

Zhu Zhantan nodded, he was extremely satisfied with Yang Yifeng's appearance in recent days, not to mention that the red sleeve moves he operated were booming, providing a lot of silver sources for his father, and the most important thing was to send a lot of favorable news, the prince's every move in Hangzhou, he was very clear, and the Yang family's red sleeve moves were indispensable.

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