In the small forest in the west of Beijing, there is a academy, called Ningyuan Mountain House, the gentleman's trip, indifferent and bright, quiet and far-reaching. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In this academy, there are people with lofty ideals.

The cold sparse bamboo walks up, in the afternoon, there is a sparse bright light through, and the stone steps are mossy all the way.

Beside the forest, there is a mountain stream trickling, and there are several scribes beside the stream, or chanting, or splashing ink, or sitting or standing or half-lying on the stone.

When everyone saw Leng Shuzhu appearing on the path, they all stopped moving, and after a while, they each chanted poems, as if they had never seen him as a person. Only one of them walked slowly, hugged Leng Shuzhu slightly, and said, "It turned out that the prince of Fengyi was here." In his words, there seemed to be a bit of ridicule.

Leng Shuzhu didn't care at all, just smiled slightly, and replied politely: "A certain person came to see Fu Shanchang." ”

The young man flicked his sleeves and said, "The mountain chief is a noble person, and he is not disturbed by the world, so Prince Fengyi should please go back." ”

Leng Shuzhu chuckled: "In life, going back and forth in the world, who can really be detached?"

"You!" The young man's face changed, and he wanted to speak again, but he heard a voice from behind him, a little boy came and said, "The mountain chief asks Fengyi Gongzi to talk about it." ”

Leng Shuzhu smiled and bowed.

The young man watched Leng Shuzhu and the little boy leave with a cold face, and snorted indignantly.

The mountain stream flows in the forest, a little low-lying, forming a small pond, there is a wooden platform on the side of the pond, on the top of a bamboo collapse, on the bamboo collapse is crooked a pale blue clothes of the elderly, this old man saw the cold bamboo coming, just a slight bow, said: "The old decay is old, sometimes sick, the son is not strange." ”

Leng Shuzhu said with a smile: "It's good for Chief Fu to be calm." ”

Fu Shanchang was helped by the child and lay back on the bamboo collapse, gasping a few times from time to time before saying, "I don't know if the son is here today, what's the matter?"

Leng Shuzhu just smiled and said: "That day, I saw a book by chance, it was the old game of Changlu Gongzi, and I felt that time was in a hurry, more than ten years were just a snap of my fingers, but now the chess game is incomplete, and Changlu Jun is hard to find, and I can't help but sigh at the regrets in the world." ”

Fu Shanchang's face was a little bad, he raised his hand to cover his lips, coughed lightly a few times, and did not speak.

Leng Shuzhu said again: "I once heard Ruyijun say that although there are many subsets of Tibetan scriptures and histories in the Cumulus Library, they are not as good as Fu Shan's long-chested Tibetan ink. Today I came to ask for advice, how should this half-end game be accomplished?" As he spoke, he took out half of the broken book from his bosom and placed it on the low table in front of Fu Shanchang.

Fu Shanchang's face was pale for a moment, his lips trembled, his eyes rolled stiffly, and he turned to Leng Shuzhu's face, Leng Shuzhu still smiled lightly, just like this pleasant mountain wind, it didn't roll up dust and sand at all.

Fu Shanchang's fingers trembled, and he slowly stretched out his hand, trying to pick up the half of the book several times, but he got out of his hand several times.

Leng Shuzhu just watched, without any intention of reaching out to help, he shook off the paper fan, waved it gently, and looked at the distant mountains like a shallow ink.

Fu Shanchang took several deep breaths, and finally grabbed the chess game in his hand, he opened the broken book tremblingly, turned the pages one by one, and only put it down until the last page, his face was already full of old tears, "Changlujun! I'm sorry for you!" Fu Shanchang howled, his hands clenched into fists, and beat his chest.

Leng Shuzhu still didn't move, he looked at it coldly, he didn't even move his eyebrows, he didn't ask Fu Shanchang where this crying came from, and he didn't mean what he meant by this sorry remark, he just watched.

Changlu Jun is the chess player in the four gentlemen of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting in the Cumulus Book Building in the past, and it is now the national player Bai Jun who is also his disciple back then, since King Chen got the thing in the hands of Concubine Xian, Xu Changling stole the map of the King of Bohai, so the next whereabouts of those things must be found as soon as possible, the one originally hidden in the Cumulus Book Building, presumably only found in those scribes in the Cumulus Book Building, Mrs. Yan has been dead for many years, Wen Xi doesn't know at all, then only find the only one of the four gentlemen who is still alive Changlu Jun, but where is his whereabouts?

Leng Shuzhu lowered his eyes, still looking at Fu Shanchang, who was crying.

Finally, Fu Shanchang took out a handkerchief to wipe his tears, his face was like ashes, and he raised his head with great difficulty to look at Leng Shuzhu, "Childe, is this chess game now the time of life and death?"

Leng Shuzhu said softly: "Like frying and cooking, all the time, it is a time of life and death." ”

Fu Shanchang rubbed his fingers on the chess game, tried to sit up a little more, and said, "In the child's game, what do you mean by today's move?"

Leng Shuzhu said with a smile: "In this game, Fu Shanchang doesn't need to know too much. ”

Fu Shanchang's beard trembled slightly, and his mouth opened and closed several times before he said dejectedly: "Old decay...... "Old and decrepit......" After all, he sighed, "This endgame is old, even if Changlu Gongzi calculates a hundred steps in a game, it will not be counted today, who can expect it, expect it, alas......"

Leng Shuzhu said: "Then, I want to personally ask Chang Lu Gongzi for one or two." ”

Fu Shanchang squeezed his hand that was wrinkled like old bark, "Before the prince died, Changlujun entered the East Palace, talked with the prince for a long time, and tried his best to persuade the prince to kill King Chen. ”

Fu Shanchang took a deep breath, looked at Leng Shuzhu, and said: "The next thing, the son must have known, the little girl has admired King Chen since she was a child, she overheard the prince and the old man talking, Cai, only made Changlu Jun defeated, the prince ordered the old man to send Changlu Jun out of Beijing, and the old man handed him a hundred taels of gold and a map drawn by the prince himself, and there was no news of him. ”

"Map ......," Leng Shuzhu asked, "Where is the drawing on it?"

Fu Shanchang was silent for a long time, and Leng Shuzhu was also calm.

There was the sound of reading in the forest, wild fish swimming in the water, and his paper fan waving lightly.

Fu Shanchang finally said: "I don't know, it's just that many years ago, the old man has silently kept that map in his heart and never forgets it day and night. ”

Leng Shuzhu raised his eyebrows slightly, just looking at him.

Fu Shanchang stretched out his hand, dipped his fingertips in tea, and slowly sketched on the couch, the mountain breeze was slight, he sketched, the water marks slowly dried up, and when he painted to the end, it was just a few drops of tea that had not dried on his fingertips.

Leng Shuzhu had already remembered it in his heart, and then, his brows were a little frowning, and his smile was a little faint.

Fu Shanchang lowered his hand and sighed: "Old decay, he is already an unrighteous person. ”

Leng Shuzhu didn't speak, and was silent for a long time.

Suddenly, there was a sound of hurried footsteps, a coquettish shout accompanied by a sonorous sound went straight towards Leng Shuzhu, Leng Shuzhu frowned, moved to avoid, and then another sword light stabbed towards him.

Fu Shan was shocked and shouted, "Xiao Wan, stop!"

It turned out that the person who made the sword was a plain-clothed woman, with a pair of wonderful eyes, staring at Leng Shuzhu as if she had a deep hatred, and gritted her teeth and said: "Father, don't stop me, I will kill this thief under the sword today!"

She said with hatred, but there was no move in her hand, the sword was carved and decorated, and it was not a weapon of killing, presumably she had no martial arts, just by virtue of a momentary anger, Leng Shuzhu was extremely light, and she would not hurt herself at all, he had no intention of arguing with her, so he bowed his head slightly with Fu Shanchang, and said: "Thank you Fu Shanchang, Leng said goodbye." Then he left.

The woman was not angry, and hurriedly took a few steps forward to chase after her, but Fu Shanchang shouted: "Xiaowan, you are enough!"

Fu Xiaowan had tears in her eyes and said: "Father, it's all this person, my daughter was sent back by His Royal Highness, how can my daughter endure this humiliation!"

Fu Shanchang sighed: "It's a great luck that you left this life, let alone anything else." ”

Fu Xiaowan saw Leng Shuzhu go calmly, clearly walking naturally and casually, but disappeared outside the dense forest in the blink of an eye, even if she chased him, she couldn't chase him, she couldn't help but throw the sword on the ground, and she also fell to the ground, hiding her face and weeping.