Without further ado, Nong Tieshu decided to report the matter to Uncle Wu.

While Mrs. Lin was still chattering and cursing Hu Weiyong and begging the Bodhisattva for mercy, she quietly slipped out of the broken temple.

In a courtyard with red walls, a young man is playing the piano, his handsome face is full of vitality, and his long flowing hair flutters with the rhythm of the song.

The high walls cut off the noise outside, and the aroma of the house lingers with the sound of the piano.

Climb out of the wall and flowers, and fold the branches and willows on the road;

The flowers climb red and tender, and the willows fold and green strips are soft.

The Prodigal Son.

With my hands of folding willows and climbing flowers, I was so bad that the flowers and willows were defeated.

Half a life to fold willows and climb flowers, a lifetime of sleeping flowers and lying willows. ①

An old bustard with heavy makeup pushed the door in, holding a pot of tea in his hand, with a smile on his face, and said: "The skill of the son to fold willows and climb flowers is well known to everyone, and no one can compare." ”

The young man just played the piano by himself and ignored the old bustard.

I am a copper pea that cannot be steamed, cooked, rubbed, fried, or exploded;

Every child who teaches you to drill into his hoe constantly, can't cut it, can't untie it, can't take it off, and slowly soars a thousand layers of brocade pullover.

I played Liang Yuanyue, drank Tokyo wine, appreciated Luoyang flowers, and climbed Zhangtai Willow.

I can also play Go, Keju, Wai, Gag, Sing and Dance, Blow, Swallow, Poetry, Shuanglu, you have lost my teeth, my mouth, my legs, my hands, God has given me these kinds of bad symptoms, and I still refuse to stop!

In addition to the Hades personally called, the gods and ghosts came to cut off, the three souls returned to the underworld, and the seven spirits lost the darkness, oh my God, then they didn't go up to the fireworks road during this time! ②

As soon as the piano sounded, a slender young woman walked into the room with applause.

"Uncle Wu, this song has a deep rhyme, the tone is wild, Uncle Wu's piano skills are superb, and no one in the world can compare. It's just that this Guan Hanqing's "Not Fu Lao" is probably not suitable for Uncle Wu, right? ”

"Tie Shu, why doesn't it suit me?" The young man raised his eyebrows, "Won't I fold willows and climb flowers, am I not like a wanderer?" Hum! ”

He sneered, his slender fingers made into an orchid shape, and a green pea popped out with a "dang".

The pea flew straight to the window on his right, embedded in it.

"I'm just a copper pea that can't be steamed, cooked, rubbed, fried, or exploded."

With a "flutter", Nong Tieshu smiled and said, "Uncle Wu, despite this, this song is still not suitable for you." ”

She continued to provoke, but her tone was not obnoxious, and the balance was just right.

"Stinky girl," Uncle Wu pretended to be angry, standing up with his back to Qin, "I finally have the interest to play such a song, you have to ruin my interest." ”

Nong Tieshu walked to Uncle Wu's side, stretched out his hand to stroke the tail of the piano behind him, and squinted at Uncle Wu: "Uncle Wu, you are young and handsome, how can you play "Not Fu Lao"? You're going to have to play this piece for another fifty or sixty years. ”

"Stinky girl, no big or small, dare to make fun of your Uncle Wu? Are you fascinated by the aroma of this house? ”

Uncle Wu picked up the sandalwood fan next to the guqin and gently tapped Nong Tieshu's hand.

Nong Tieshu snatched the sandalwood fan, put it next to his nose and sniffed it again. "Well, it smells so good!"

Nong Tieshu unfolded the sandalwood fan and looked at the star map: "Hehe, is this moon rich and ecstatic, or is it these twenty-eight stars that are breathtaking?" ”

"Humph! I'm really dazzled, I can't count! Uncle Wu seemed to be smiling, as if there was a big secret on the fan.

"Can't count? Impossible, right? Yesterday, I counted 5,200 disciples in Shennong Palace! Let me see! ”

Nong Tieshu nodded his fingers earnestly like a child counting ducks.

"You can't go wrong with one moon! Nakshatras, 1, 2, 3...... Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, gone? ”

Nong Tieshu shook his head: "I'll count it again!" ”

After counting more carefully, the answer was still twenty-seven constellations, and Nong Tieshu planned to count it for the third time, but Uncle Wu stopped her.

"Okay, okay, count the twenty numbers and count the past, if the disciples in the Shennong Palace know, how can you let them treat you as the future palace master?"

Uncle Wu smiled and reached out to take the fan.

"How much, exactly? I've got to figure it out! Nong Tieshu reached out to grab the fan again.

"Twenty-seven! You're right! Uncle Wu held the fan in his arms.

"Twenty-seven? Strange, isn't it twenty-eight nakshatras? Nong Tieshu seemed to believe it or not, and his outstretched hand still did not take it back.

"Hahaha! Others are the twenty-eight nakshatras, but this one of mine is the twenty-seven nakshatras! "Uncle Wu was very proud, as if he had erased a star with the momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers.

"Hahaha!" Nong Tieshu suddenly laughed out loud, "I know, you made a mistake in this painting!" ”

"Humph!" Uncle Wu shook his head and didn't explain anymore.

Nong Tieshu sniffed twice, thinking that he had solved the problem of counting, and then paid attention to the aroma in the room.

This fragrance is stronger and more lasting than the fragrance of a hundred flowers, and it is by no means beyond the reach of a small sandalwood fan.

"Garanxiang!" Nong Tieshu walked up to the incense burner and stared at the rising smoke.

The people of Shennong Palace have a hundred times stronger understanding of aroma than ordinary people.

Especially Nong Tieshu, as the daughter of the palace master, has been exposed to all kinds of exotic flowers and plants since she was a child, and the fragrance in the world is not famous without her.

Jialanxiang is the finest type of agarwood, also known as "Qi Nan". Only one or two of the 10,000 agarwood trees can form Qi Nan, which is very valuable. It calms the nerves and is one of the essential spices in the palace.

"However, it is more upper-layer than our Central Plains Garan incense, and it should come from a foreign land." Nong Tieshu is confident.

"Hmm!" Uncle Wu nodded approvingly, "This is Qi Nan from the Champa Kingdom." "Qi Nan of the Champa City State is the best of Qi Nan, and the output is very small, but there must be Qi Nan among the items that are paid tribute to China every year."

"Oh, no wonder the smell is so fascinating. Uncle Wu, give me some too. Hehe, I've been scared a lot in Yingtian lately, and I need to be calmed and composed. ”

"You stinky girl, whoever can scare you is your share of scaring others."

"Uncle Wu, you're so stingy. It's my first time visiting you, so I'm going to give you a nice gift! Nong Tieshu pursed his lips.

"Even if I give you the garan, you won't be able to taste it."

"What? Is there any particular attention to incense? Do different people light incense and taste differently? Uncle Wu, you just can't give it to me. ”

"If you don't believe it, try it, don't scold me for giving you fake incense in the future."

"Uncle Wu, please, don't go around in circles." Nong Tieshu pretended to be pitiful.

She has a special curiosity about smells, and if she doesn't smell or smell anything, she must get the answer before she gives up.

Uncle Wu knew that Nong Tieshu's appetite had already been adjusted by him, and if he adjusted it again, he might hurt her heart.

"I used a little incense, or ......"

"If it weren't for the Jialan incense of the city country, it would not be so fragrant!" Nong Tieshu excitedly snatched Uncle Wu's words.

She has also studied and knows how powerful it is, but because she has never smelled the Garan incense of the Champa Kingdom, she naturally does not know that there is harmony in this fragrance.

"What, and incense?" Nong Tieshu took a deep breath, and she met her opponent again.

"It's really fragrant."

"It's really fragrant?" Nong Tieshu's face was marked with a question mark.

She knew the smell of the incense, but she didn't smell the familiar smell. She took another breath, slowly and evenly, and after savoring it for a long time, she shook her head blankly.

"What? Isn't it like? Uncle Wu smiled evilly, "How long should you see." ”

Nong Tieshu suddenly realized: "It's from the Champa country again?" ”

"Clever! The "Compendium of Materia Medica" records: "At the beginning of burning, it is not very fragrant, and it is particularly beautiful when it is fragrant." 'Well, the smell is heavy, long-lasting, and it lives up to its name!' ”

Uncle Wu closed his eyes and enjoyed the pleasure that the aroma brought him.

"This is the highest level of incense. Uncle Wu, the royal nobles may not be able to enjoy this true and pure aroma, you are really a master! ”

"Less sycophants."

"Give me some of the true incense of this Zhancheng country!" Nong Tieshu pleaded.

"Some? I'm only a little bit in total, where do I get some? ”

"Then give me a little bit out of your little bit."

"Have you done your business? I know that I will come and I want incense. Uncle Wu began to get to the point.

"Well, I came to you this time for Hu Weiyong's business. Are you going to give it to me or not? ”

"Here you go, here you go! Tell me, what have you heard? ”

"Lin Xian rushed back from Mingzhou, and Hu Weiyong asked him to go to Japan to gather elite troops to respond to Tianfu."

Uncle Wu nodded slowly, as if everything was expected by him.

"Hu Weiyong wants to rebel?" Nong Tieshu asked, and secretly put a small piece of true incense and Jialan incense next to the incense burner into his pocket.

"Humph!" Uncle Wu let out a contemptuous laugh.

"This Hu Weiyong is really anxious, I didn't expect him to want to do it so quickly, and he couldn't help himself."

"In that case, let's push him." Uncle Wu sat down in front of Qin again and said lightly, "The more chaos he makes in the Ming Dynasty, the better it will be for us." ”

"What are Uncle Wu's plans?"

"His son should be used." Uncle Wu took out a piece of paper from the bottom of the piano and handed it to Nong Tieshu, "You can do what is written on it." ”

Nong Tieshu didn't even look at it before putting the paper in his arms.

Uncle Wu is like a god and has never made a mistake.

Nong Tieshu also had her own opinions, but it turned out that her ideas were very naïve, compared to Uncle Wu, who was well versed in the world, she was just a stinky child.

"Uncle Wu," Nong Tieshu frowned suddenly, and his carefree expression suddenly disappeared, "Uncle Shi is dead, I killed him......"

"It's none of your business, it's his life." Uncle Wu's voice was as cold as ice.

"If I hadn't listened to my father, if I hadn't poisoned Haihui tea at that time......" Nong Tieshu's face gradually lost its blood.

"Do you have feelings for your uncle?" Uncle Wu issued a warning tone, unhappy that he saw a flaw in his foolproof control.

"No, I just think it...... Ay! Don't mention it. ”

The simple chamber appeared in front of Nong Tieshu again. Nong Qingshan's gaze, the butterflies in the leaves, and the nine rings with nine red beads.

"In the process of growing up, people will always experience birth, old age, sickness and death. Tie Shu, you have to learn to be ruthless, or you are more likely to fail than anyone else. ”

Uncle Wu spoke earnestly, and between his eyebrows there was an aura that did not match that young face—a kind of sadness and despair that saw the vicissitudes of the world.

"I'll learn." Nong Tieshu lowered his head.

"Since Nong Qingyun has the Shennong Treasure Pearl, is he ambitious?" Uncle Wu opened the piano score.

"He has always been obsessed with Shennong whip, if the fifth uncle can conjure a Shennong whip for him like conjuring a Shennong orb, I don't think he is even afraid of heaven."

"Hahaha, it's enough to be an emperor on the ground!"

Uncle Wu put his hand on the strings and played his favorite "Bufu Lao" again.

Citation: (1) Quote Guan Hanqing's "A Branch of Flowers, Not Old"

(2) Introduction to Guan Hanqing's "A Flower, Not Fu Lao"