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After returning to the house and changing his clothes (tào), just after Shen Shi, Zhang Xiang got into the carriage again and went out.

The carriage drove all the way to the north gate, and after leaving the north gate, it headed for a small hill five miles away.

There is a small short pavilion built on this small hill called Kanno Pavilion.

Here can not only overlook the wilderness scenery outside Pingzhou City, but also sit and watch the prosperity of Pingzhou City, as well as the Qinhuai River that stretches out.

The carriage stopped outside the pavilion, Zhang Xiang walked into the pavilion with a pot of wine, and Lin Feihong waited outside the pavilion.

At three o'clock in the unitary hour, a carriage drove out of the north gate of Pingzhou City and came straight away.

It was Yuan Shen who was driving.

Zhang Xiang stared, and the carriage stopped when it reached the bottom of the small hill.

Then, Yuan Shen walked up alone.

Lin Feihong glanced at him and let him into the pavilion.

Zhang Xiang glanced at the carriage under the hills, and said to Yuan Shen: "Isn't she coming?" ”

"She said she didn't want to say goodbye to you." Yuan Shen sat down.

Zhang Xiang smiled and poured him a glass of wine: "That's fine, I can just watch her leave." ”

"She likes you." Yuan Shen's face was calm, and he suddenly said, "She doesn't want to leave." ”

"I know." Zhang Xiang's expression became a little complicated: "If you continue to stay in Pingzhou, you are no longer safe." ”

"I understand." Yuan Shen nodded: "So even if she doesn't want to leave, if you don't bring it up, I will take her away, and I didn't want to tell you what I didn't want to tell you, but she insisted on letting me tell you when we left." ”

Zhang Xiang smiled and arched his hand: "Senior Brother Yuan, since these (rì) sons, Ming Heng thank you for protecting you all the way, help me greet your master when I go back, Ming Heng will definitely visit Snow God Mountain." ”

"You can solve your first!" Yuan Shen glanced at him.

Zhang Xiang shrugged: "I don't have anything to do, when the matter of Pingzhou (qíng) is decided, I will go north." ”

"Are you sure you can get a foothold in Bianjing?" Yuan Shen asked.

Zhang Xiang shook his head and said simply: "No." ”

"If you go to Bianjing, it will be difficult for our Snow God Sect to come forward, everything can only rely on yourself."

"I know, Bianjing is at the foot of the imperial city, and there is a royal master like Meng Cheng in charge, you naturally can't come forward, don't worry, even if I am not sure of gaining a foothold in Bianjing, I am also sure that I will retreat, all this can only depend on the will of heaven."

"I hope you don't die in Bianjing."

"Haha, I'm not going to let you get your wish."

Yuan Shen drank a glass of wine and said in a solemn tone: "My junior sister and I came to Pingzhou for this period (rì), and I think I have done a good job in the important task entrusted to us by the master, but the last thing I expected is that she will like you." ”

"I can't control her feelings (qíng)." Zhang Xiang shook his head.

"You know, she can't get a result with you."

"I know, because of Zhao Hanyan."

"So, you shouldn't give her hope."

"I didn't think about it so much, and I only felt it after I came back from Rong County."

"Zhao Hanyan is on your side (shēn), and she will never be with you, unless you don't do this donkey."

"I hope that when she returns to Snow God Mountain, she can put her heart down."

"I know her, and it's hard to change what she thinks (qíng)."

"Don't worry, he (rì) and I have solved Zhao Hanyan's side, I will face up to her feelings about me (qíng), if she still has me in her heart at that time, I will not let her down."

"To be honest, I don't want her to be with you, because you are not worth it, but I can't control her thoughts, if you are not Zhang Mingheng, I will kill you with one sword, one hundred."

"Haha... If I weren't Zhang Mingheng, you and she wouldn't be able to come to Pingzhou. ”

"Don't be complacent, if I know that you are not good to her in the future, I will also kill you with a sword."

"It's too early to say this, maybe when she returns to Snow God Mountain, she will gradually forget this feeling (qíng) for me!"

"That's for the best."

The two of them just said one sentence and one sentence to me, and when they arrived at Dusk West Mountain, a pot of wine quickly bottomed out.

This is the end of this farewell.

From beginning to end, Qin Elegy did not get out of the carriage.

Zhang Xiang watched Yuan Shen walk down the hills, drove the carriage, and headed towards the north in the distance, the dust and smoke rolled up by the wheels gradually covering the carriage that was drifting away.

In the carriage, the woman dressed in black and veiled lifted the curtain and looked back, on the hills, the man in his heart carried his hands and pulled out his (shēn) body, but the billowing dust and smoke had obscured his vision, and his outline could not be seen clearly.

In my mind, I just engraved the bits and pieces since I met him.

“… Elegy of the slave family, see Concubine"

"Miss Qin doesn't have to be polite, under Zhang Mingheng"

“… Ming Heng, this is called "Xuemei Xiang", which was written by a scholar surnamed Liu to a little sister of Ning Xiangju, but this scholar Liu went to the capital and never returned, and this little sister became lovesick and depressed..."

“… Ming Heng has ever had someone who can't let go of his heart? Elegy has it in his heart, Ming Heng might as well guess? ”

“… Mingheng, what is Adou? ”

"Oh, it's a kind of mud that can be applied to the wall, and the mud that can be applied is called good mud, and the mud that can't be applied is called mud, and the mud can't support the wall, it's Adou."

“… Mingheng, it's good to meet you, when Liangzhou is recovered, I will definitely take you to your hometown to see. ”

"Elegy, look at my qualifications, is it suitable for martial arts? Can you become a master of the rivers and lakes? ”

“… Giggles, your qualifications are subordinate, at most you can train to become a fifth, sixth, seventh, or eighth-rate master, but I am a third-rate master! ”

"Then I can be like you and become a third-rate master!"

“… As long as you practice well, you should, probably... Yes! ”

"Then I must practice hard, you supervise me like this every day, I'm sorry for you if I don't practice to become a third-rate master."

“… Mingheng, well, protect yourself, practice martial arts diligently, even if the elegy is not on your side (shēn), you are not allowed to be lazy! ”

……

The silhouette of the carriage had disappeared for a long, long time, and the dust and smoke on the road in the distance had long since returned to calm.

On the hills, Zhang Xiang walked out of the pavilion and glanced at the north, where it was the direction of Bianjing.

When I returned to Pingzhou City, night had fallen.

With the departure of Yuan Shen and Qin Elegy, Zhang Xiang's heart (qíng) was also very low.

Lin Feihong asked him where he was going, but he didn't know, but he didn't want to go back to his house for the time being, so he asked Lin Feihong to walk along the Qinhuai River.

After a while, the carriage arrived in front of a restaurant, and when he heard the sound of words from the restaurant, Zhang Xiang felt very familiar, so he asked Lin Feihong to stop the carriage.

Because the words that came out of the restaurant were the "Yuan Xi" he made on the night of Yuan Xi: thousands of trees bloom on the night of the east wind. More blown down, the stars are like rain. BMW carved car fragrance all over the road... Everyone is looking for her thousands of times...

He lifted the curtain and took a look, and it turned out that this restaurant was Yuexiu Building.

I don't know who is reading this poem.

Zhang Xiang stepped out of the carriage and walked into Yuexiu Building.

The Yuexiu Building was full of guests, and the atmosphere was very noisy, which blew away the depression in Zhang Xiang's heart.

The little second in the restaurant had sharp eyes, and when he recognized Zhang Xiang at a glance, he hurriedly came up to greet him, but Zhang Xiang waved his hand and let him leave.

But the little second is also smart, and quickly ran to find the shopkeeper: "The shopkeeper, the shopkeeper, the colt is here." ”

"Which colt? Don't you see I'm busy? When you're so busy, you little bunny is doing something blind. ”

"Shopkeeper, how many horses can we have in Pingzhou? The concubine under Princess Gao Ping (diàn). ”

"What, quick, quick, where did he go?"

"Went upstairs."

Zhang Xiang went up to the second floor, and the second floor was almost full.

He walked straight to the private room where he had written "Yuan Xi", because it was from here that the chanting came from.

It's just that after he came, he found that a guardrail had been set up outside the private room, and only two men who looked like scholars were guarding the guardrail.

Zhang Xiang was curious, walked over, and through the half-open door, he saw only a man who looked like a scholar sitting inside.

Seeing his sneaky appearance, the two scholars stretched out their hands to stop him, and said dissatisfiedly: "This son, this private room has been chartered by our son-in-law." ”

"Got it?"

Zhang Xiang politely arched his hand: "This little brother, I just heard your son-in-law chanting this poem, so I came up to take a look at it out of curiosity." ”

The scholar said again: "This son also wants to see the words in the room, but my son-in-law has already chartered this private room, that is, he has chartered this poem, when he studies the words, he doesn't want outsiders to disturb, this son-in-law still waits for my son-in-law to study the words, and then go in to read it!" ”

"Words in the room?" Zhang Xiang was even more surprised: "This, can it still be packaged?" ”

Another scholar said, "Don't you know this son?" The words in this room are as long as someone uses silver to wrap them down, during this period, only this person can go in, my son-in-law has a night of this word, outsiders can't go in, and when the morning of tomorrow (rì), my son-in-law's time is up, you can go in. ”

Zhang Xiang was a little stunned when he heard this.

"Pony, pony, see pony..."

At this time, the shopkeeper of the restaurant hurriedly ran over from behind and bowed to Zhang Xiang heavily: "I don't know if the horse is coming, and the smile is far away, and I ask the horse to forgive me." ”

Zhang Xiang pointed to the room, frowned, and said, "Shopkeeper, what's going on?" The boy said, "My words are wrapped up in this room?" ”

"It's... The shopkeeper was sweating profusely, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

Zhang Xiang squinted his eyes and snorted, and broke in, but the scholar stopped him again: "Childe..."

I just couldn't stop it.

In the room, I suddenly saw someone break in, and the scholar who was originally immersed in his own world came back to his senses and looked over.

Zhang Xiang ignored him and glanced at the wall.

Good fellow, it turns out that the poem he wrote on the wall was carved according to the handwriting he had written, and it was still (tǐng) deep, and then it was re-dyed with thick black ink.

His crooked calligraphy looks a little unusual.

The shopkeeper who ran in then saw Zhang Xiang's ugly face, and knelt on the ground with a 'poof', fanning his ears and scraping: "The horse, the little one should be damned, the little ghost is obsessed, without the consent of the horse, he carved this poem, and asked the horse to spare his life." ”

Zhang Xiang asked, "What's going on?" ”

The shopkeeper dared to hesitate, and hurriedly replied: "After the horse wrote this poem on the night of the Yuan Eve, the business of the small restaurant is getting better and better, from the Yuan Xi to the present, almost every day is full, many people come here because they admire the words written on the wall, so the small one made his own opinion, let people engrave this word, and set up this guardrail, but if anyone wants to enter the private room to read the words, they will be..."

"It's going to be money, isn't it? What is not out of the silver is not seen? Zhang Xiang understood.

The shopkeeper was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat: "Back to the horse, the small one knows that he is wrong, and the small one (rì) will let people wipe the wall." ”

"You know how to do business! empty-handed (tào) white wolf. Zhang Xiang laughed angrily at him: "The words I wrote, you use them to make money?" Do you have my consent? ”

"Back to the horse, the little one sent someone to your horse, but you have not been in the house."

"I'm not in the house, and neither is the princess?"

"Small... The shopkeeper couldn't speak, in fact, he went once, but Zhang Xiang had already gone to Rong County at that time.

Then he didn't care, he felt that Zhang Xiangtang couldn't care about this kind of thing (qíng) even a pony.

Seeing Zhang Xiang's angry appearance at this moment, he could only keep kowtowing and begging for mercy: "The horse spares his life, the little one knows that he is wrong, the horse spares his life, it is the little ghost who is obsessed, and the little one knows his mistake..."

Zhang Xiang took a deep breath, this shopkeeper did this, he was naturally angry.

But if this shopkeeper tells him, he will not be like this, everything is easy to discuss, poetry is used to inherit culture, for the world to appreciate, but this shopkeeper is used to make money for business, it is an infringement, and he has been kept in the dark, how can he not be angry.

If this word is written by an ordinary person, I am afraid it will be a hasty matter for some silver.

After all, there is no copyright awareness in this era.

Looking down and seeing that the shopkeeper was still kowtowing and begging for mercy, Zhang Xiang said slowly: "There is no need to wipe the wall, in the past two months, how much silver have you earned with this poem, Ming (rì) has obediently handed it over to the government office, I warn you, I will go to the government office to ask, if I find out that you have embezzled even a penny, I will not spare you." 明 (rì) you will remove the guardrail at the door, anyone who wants to come in and appreciate it in the future, this word is here, it is already good to bring you so many passengers, and the guests who come to you will not be embarrassed not to eat something! So don't be so ignorant, what is the private room fee, do you understand? ”

"The little one understands, the little one must do what the colt tells him, and the little one won't dare next time." The shopkeeper wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Zhang Xiang snorted lowly, and then turned (shēn) to glance at the scholar who was still in a state of confusion: "How much silver did the shopkeeper collect for you just now, let him return it to you." ”

"Oh... Oh—" the scholar nodded instinctively.

Then, Zhang Xiang turned (shēn) and was about to leave.

At this time, the scholar finally figured out what was going on, stepped forward two steps in front of Zhang Xiang, and bowed to him: "Could it be that you are the Zhang Horse who wrote this poem "Yuan Xi"? ”

Zhang Xiang nodded: "Isn't it like that?" ”

"Ahh The scholar was suddenly excited: "In Xia Liu Jin, Liu Zhuangzhi, from Bianjing, today (rì) came to this restaurant, I heard that many people in the restaurant are talking about this word, so I came up to see, after seeing this word, I was deeply impressed by the word of the horse, this good word, it is really ancient and modern, unparalleled in the world..."

Listening to the scholar's constant praise of the lotus, Zhang Xiang was a little embarrassed, and arched his hand: "Okay, Brother Liu, don't lift me up, reciting poems and lyrics is an act of leisure and entertainment..."

Hey? Liu Jin?

Speaking of which, Zhang Xiang suddenly remembered something, Liu Jin? Why does this name sound familiar?

He paused and thought for a moment, then looked up at the scholar again, and suddenly thought that Qin Elegy seemed to have told him this name at the beginning.

"Xuemeixiang Jing Xiaosuo", wasn't the poem that Qin Elegy said to him at the beginning that was written by a scholar named Liu Jin to a little sister of Ning Xiangju? ?

Could it be him?

Zhang Xiang's gaze suddenly became a little strange......

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