Chapter 347: The Road Is Not Clear

Legend has it that Liu Yuxi's humble room is just a hut that can accommodate a table, a chair and a bed, and Song Zheng thought that the so-called Liu Yuxi's former residence was just a fence and repaired to explain it, and he didn't have much extravagant hope (the latest chapter of the strongest war immortal). However, the sight in front of him surprised Song Zheng.

When Song Zheng came to the old site of the Burrow Ming according to the guidance of passers-by, he came across a square garden covering an area of two acres, and at the gate of the garden, he also ordered a wooden sign, "Liu Mengde's old stay". Song Zheng smiled dumbly, even if he is a scholar, there may not be a few who know that "dream" is Liu Yuxi's word. It is generally called Liu Yuxi and "Liu Guest", because he himself has been a guest of the prince, and few people call him Liu Mengde. And to inscribe these three words here is obviously a suspicion of showmanship.

When Song Zheng was observing outside the garden, there were more than a dozen brocade scholars who came to the door together. The two leaders are good-looking, the one on the left is about twenty years old, with good looks, red lips and white teeth, round eyes and flour, and light clothes, looking suave (the latest chapter of the quick knife cut). The one on the right has sword eyebrows, slightly stout, and his head is slightly raised, with a bit of arrogance.

The rest of the few were also well-dressed, but faintly led by these two.

"Brother Meng, this time we came to Liyang City together to watch this 'burrow' of Liu guests, there should be poems!" The pink-faced scholar smiled.

"That's nature, our Wuyi Poetry Society is well-known in Jiangning City, but it's not in vain, after a while, after a while, I will take this burrow as the theme, and each person will make a few songs." The scholar of Jianmei waved his hand, with a taste of pointing out the country.

A scholar with high cheekbones came up at the back, his waist was slightly hunched, and he said with a smile, "After this incident, our Wuyi Poetry Society can publish a collection of poems, which is "Aria of the Burrow", Brother Meng, Brother Xu, what do you think?" ”

The powder-faced scholar nodded slightly, and the sword-eyed scholar patted the high cheekbone scholar on the shoulder, "Dou Yiwei, sure enough, there is your kid." This is exactly what I want, let's go, go in and have a look! ”

The Jianmei scholar waved his hand, and the brocade-clothed scholars rushed in. As soon as Song Zheng saw this frame, he flashed to the side, shook his head with a wry smile.

"Hey, boy, what are you shaking your head on?"

Song Zheng looked up and saw that the scholar with high cheekbones named Dou Yiwei was raising his eyebrows and squinting at him. Although Song Zheng didn't want to pay attention to this kind of goods, he didn't want to make trouble, so he waved his hand, said "nothing", and took a few steps back, indicating that he didn't want to cause trouble.

"Let's go, pay attention to what this kind of person does!" The scholar of Jianmei said unhappily and walked inside.

Dou Yiwei hurriedly smiled, turned his head and glared at Song Zheng viciously, and then followed up.

Song Zheng smiled dumbly, if he wasn't wearing ancient clothes, Song Zheng would have thought that this Dou Yiwei was a Japanese devil traitor in later generations, nodding his head and waist, a servile appearance. The world is so big, and sure enough, there are all kinds of people (the latest chapter of the eavesdropping eye). This Dou Yiwei was like a pug in front of the scholar surnamed Meng, but he turned around and pouted at himself, which was really unreasonable.

Song Zheng didn't want to cause any trouble, so he didn't take it to heart. After the group of brocade-clothed scholars entered the garden, Song Zheng walked inside.

The scene inside is quite comical. In a very large garden, all around are empty, a few small trees are planted, in the middle of the garden, there is a lonely house, only one large, only one zhang high, nine feet long, nine feet wide, like a small temple.

However, one thing is true. The "small temple" can only accommodate one table, one chair, and one bed, as recorded in historical records.

Even so, the whole garden looks like a cemetery, how can there be a bit of a "burrow" feeling!

Song Zheng walked around the garden, and then came to the front and back of the "small temple", looked around, and the more he looked, the more he wanted to laugh. Inside and outside this house, there are some poems inscribed. Some of them were certainly made by Liu Yuxi when he was in Hezhou, and some of them were echoed by some celebrities in later generations.

From these poems, Song Zheng knew that the reason why this place was made into this shape was all due to the previous county magistrate of Liyang, who not only demolished all the houses of the original neighbors, but also planted some pines and cypresses, and turned the humble room into a cemetery.

When Song Zheng was laughing, the group of scholars were full of poetry.

The scholar of Jianmei chanted loudly, "The winter burrow is timid, the cold wind is speechless, my heart is full of curling jade, and I only envy the good name and not the immortals." ”

"Good! Brother Meng, this poem can be described as a swan song! The scholars praised loudly.

Not to be outdone, the pink-faced scholar immediately smiled, "I also have a good sentence, you listen: the wind is Xiao Xiao Xi and the river is cold, and now I see the Burrow and think about it before, Zhuge Lu accompanies Zi Yunting, and I see the sages and think about it together!" ”

The scholars applauded again. I can't wait to describe these two poems as rare in the sky, unparalleled on earth, noisy for a while, and not like (martial arts kung fu superstar).

Song Zheng shook his head helplessly, he was really disappointed today. Liyang's predecessor county magistrate made the Burrow look like this, which is more like a scenic spot than the tourist attractions of later generations, how can there be a little charm of the Burrow. What's even more helpless is that there is such a group of scholars who really don't know the height of the sky here, which is very sad.

Just as Song Zheng was about to leave, a neutral voice sounded, "A group of dolls, sitting in a well, only know a few words, they are selling here, it's really shameless!" ”

Song Zheng looked at it, and it turned out to be an old man in his fifties, dressed in green clothes, extremely clean and neat. Beside the old man, there was also a man about forty years old, who looked like a housekeeper.

"Old man, how old are you!" Dou Yiwei opened his mouth and scolded angrily, "Our Wuyi Poetry Society is here to discuss poetry, what do you know?" ”

The old man narrowed his eyes, "What bullshit poetry club, you are from the Jiangning Academy of Literature?" I'm ashamed of you! It's just such a level, and it comes out to show off, and I'm not afraid that people will laugh off their big teeth! ”

"What? Do you have better poems? Fan Mian Shu was so angry that his face was flushed, he had just written a poem, and he was praised to the sky, and it was when he was proud, the old man came, and poured a basin of cold water on his head, how not to be annoyed!

The old man ignored him, but stared at the Jianmei scholar and said, "Meng Fanfei, don't you know how many taels of goods you have in your stomach?" It's just tossing in Jiangning, why do you still run here? ”

To Song Zheng's surprise, the sword-eyed scholar frowned, but he didn't say anything, but lowered his head slightly, and arched his hand, "Master Wei, why is your old man?" ”

"I can't come?" The old man pouted, "If I don't come, how can I know about your feat!" ”

"We're just here to have a look. All my friends think that coming here to pay respects can cultivate our sentiments and let us do a better job in our studies! ”

"Selling dog meat with a sheep's head (Read the full text of Infinite Bloody Evolution)." The old man said, "Since you have come here to pay respects, then let me ask you, why did this guest Liu make "The Burrow"? ”

All the scholars laughed disdainfully, who doesn't know, after Liu Yuxi came to Hezhou, the conditions were difficult, and he wrote "The Burrow" here, expressing a kind of fighting spirit that is optimistic despite adversity, and it is also a kind of self-clean, unwilling to be in the same stream with the world, and not pursuing a hedonistic attitude towards life.

Meng Fanfei also grinned, and said more artistically, "There are clouds in the Analects, and Zi said: 'Virtuous Hui Ye! A spoonful of food, a scoop of drink, in the alley, people are unbearable, and they will not change their pleasure! I think that Liu Guest's "Burrow Ming" is probably the same as Yan Hui! ”

"! Fallacy! The old man reprimanded, but raised his eyes to look at Song Zheng, "Little guy, you can talk about it too!" ”

Song Zheng was watching the excitement, and he didn't think that trouble would find him. He looked at the old man suspiciously, but the old man pointed at him, "Little brother, I see that you were shaking your head just now, obviously there are different opinions, you say, what's going on!" ”

Song Zheng arched his hand, "If the elder asks, how dare the kid not answer." As far as I know, Liu Guest's "Burrow Inscription" is all due to angry words. At the beginning, Liu Yuxi came to Hezhou because of the defeat of Yongzhen's innovation. The local county slaughtered the well, tended to be inflammatory, first gave three three-house houses in the south of the city, and then moved them to the north of the city, only one and a half, and finally found a very small house in this city. Liu Yuxi's article should be an angry work against the county order. When people read poetry and literature, they often ignore the reading of history, and at most there are fallacies, which is a pity! ”

"What a sentence 'Honesty is a pity'!" The old man clapped his hands and smiled, "I didn't expect that although the little brother is dressed in simple clothes, he has such knowledge!" To read poetry, we must read history, and use history to interpret poetry in order to reveal the original meaning. The old man said a few words, and then sighed, "Alas, the same is true of reading the scriptures!" ”

The scholar named Dou Yiwei was just about to reprimand Song Zheng, but when he saw the old man sighing like this, he forcibly held back his words. He is not a fool, Boss Meng, who is usually bullish and coaxing, is also a little shorter in front of the old man, calling him "Master Wei", and Dou Yiwei does not dare to be presumptuous.

The old man no longer paid attention to the scholars, but walked towards Song Zheng, "Little brother, come, let's talk, this place has been trampled like this, and there is nothing to see (the latest chapter of begging for the world)." ”

Although Song Zheng was very curious about the old man, he really didn't have time to talk nonsense, so he immediately made another move, "Old man, I'm really embarrassed." I should gladly agree to your old man's appointment, but I am going to Jiangning next, and I am about to go to the river to find a boat. You see......"

The old man was stunned for a moment, then turned to laugh, "That's just right!" I'm also about to go back, hehe, little brother, you don't have to look for a boat, follow me, I'll take you to Jiangning. I have a talker along the way! ”

"This ......" Song Zheng couldn't figure out the details of the old man, so he naturally didn't dare to agree casually.

"What? Look down on me as an old man? ”

"Don't dare!"

"What's the grind then? Walk! I won't charge you for the boat! The old man laughed heartlessly, turned and walked out.

The housekeeper persuaded in a low voice, "Little brother, don't worry, our master is also a very famous figure in Jiangning, and it is rare for the master to look up to you." Perhaps, if there is something you can't do, the master can help you! ”

Song Zheng nodded, and said with a secret smile, this is also a bittersweet one, he is like a wild man, sleeping in the open for more than ten days, and now the stars are shining again. Immediately, Song Zheng followed the old man.

Behind him, the group of scholars were discussing, and the powder-faced scholar asked puzzledly, "Brother Meng, who is this old man?" Why are you so respectful to him? ”

Meng Fanfei pursed his lips and said, "Xu Laoqi, I am two years older than you, and I also came to Jiangning Academy of Literature two years earlier than you. At that time, it was this old man who served as the chief teacher of the Jiangning Academy of Literature! ”

"The chief teacher of Jiangning Academy of Literature, surnamed Wei?" The powder-faced scholar pondered slightly, and then exclaimed, "You said he was Mr. Wei Buzhouwei?" ”