A golden gong not only calmed down the people on Orange Island, but even Chen Fuliang, who was "entangled" with Li Boyan, also stopped obstructing Li Boyan. The two stood on top of the boat, and the bright moon was in the sky.

On the merchant boat, the people of Yongzhou shoulder to shoulder, surrounded by circles.

The stars hang down and the plains are wide, and the moon swells and the rivers flow

Chen Fuliang looked up and asked, "What are they going to do?" ”

Li Boyan smiled: "Old Chen just looks at it." ”

While!

The golden gong struck again.

An ancient and novel song floated from several merchant ships. Thousands of people sang in unison, the voice was low and powerful, like a song of Jin Ge Iron Horse coming from the side plug.

"When is the bright moon~~ Ask the wine to the sky~~"

On the merchant boat, hundreds of people hugged their shoulders and lowered their heads, as if they were carrying out some kind of consciousness. The sound is so uniform. Although the words are not sharp, such a momentum has the meaning of shaking the water of the Xiangjiang River.

"I don't know the Heavenly Palace~~Que~~ What year is it tonight~~"

The high-pitched but low singing voice spread throughout the Orange Island, and even Zhao Ruyu and Liuzheng walked to the shore of the sandbar and watched this huge singing meeting from afar.

"It's Su Zizhan's words, the water tunes the song head, and the rhyme is not that taste."

Lu You hugged the cat, squinted his eyes, and felt a warm current welling up in his stomach, I don't know if it was wine or love, "Da Lang has a heart!" ”

……

I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid that the height of Qionglou Yuyu will be too cold

Dance to figure out how the shadow seems to be in the world

Zhuge low Qihu photo sleepless

There should be no hatred for anything to say goodbye

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has clouds and sunny days, and this matter is difficult to complete

I hope that people will be together for a long time

……

The sound washed the hearts of Xiangjiang talents, and some people's eyes were shining with tears.

It turns out that words can only be sung in the mouths of literati and courtesans, and in the mouths of the people on these boats, singing it is another taste.

Everyone was silent.

There were those who sobbed quietly, and there were those who drank one glass after another.

Thousands of thoughts.

Zhao Ruyu looked at the trembling glass of wine in his hand and drank it all.

Ye Zhengze and Cai Youxue, one person and one and a half bottles of Manchengchun, were already drunk.

The voice of the chorus sounded again.

Many people whispered. When the bright moon is in the sky, how many people think of home and country in this poetry meeting?

The sound spread too far, Li Boyan originally had a plan to line up ten merchant ships in the city, and the sound continued to spread to Yuelu Academy, the laughter of the working people, and the Mid-Autumn Festival, Li Boyan's congratulations to Zhu Yuanhui.

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles.

Li Boyan uncorked the bottle, looked at Yuelu from afar, and said secretly in his heart: Hello Weng, Hello Weng, I am waiting for you to admit defeat belatedly, these thousands of people, also waiting for your blessings, have you ever heard it?

Have you ever seen the future prosperity of Haiyan River?

Have you ever seen that under the prosperous era, there is a real peace of singing and dancing?

……

……

In Yuelu Academy, everyone was uneasy.

This should have been a day of family reunion, some Xiangtan students are close to home and have gone back, while some people are thousands of miles away and follow Hao Weng here.

The song was full of tears.

In the backyard room, Huang Gan, Chen Chun and others looked like ashes.

Attack the heart, woohoo lament!

The three gentlemen who rushed up had already returned to their hometown in Siming, Mingzhou, and were ready to live in seclusion in the mountains. At present, Yuelu Academy is falling apart, and there is no ssowing discord, just because of the general trend and people's hearts are scattered.

That set of avenues for governing the country and securing the people, it is no longer possible to convince them that they can calm down and face natural disasters and Yongjia Xinxue.

Li Guichen walked into the Shan'an and saw that Hui Weng was still annotating the Book of Changes.

Hearing someone come in, Zhu Yuanhui involuntarily said: "Ji Tong, Ji Tong, tell me about it, this sentence ......"

"Sir, it's me."

Zhu Yuanhui put down his pen and said with a smile: "Oh, Zhaowen, alas, confused." Ji Tong returned to Daozhou a month ago, really, old. ”

"Sir, what can I do to help?"

Zhu Yuanhui shook his hand and said with a smile: "You can't help." If Ji Tong is here, this last chapter of "Book of Changes" can still communicate and discuss with me, you, you don't want to read this book, so I can't talk about "Book of Changes" with you. ”

Li Guichen reluctantly squeezed out a smile and arched his hand: "Yes, Mr. Xishan's "Easy Learning Enlightenment" is really heartfelt, Jianyang Cai's nine Confucians, and students are not as good as them." ”

"It's easy for people to read, it's hard to read, it's easy to read through seasons, okay...... All right. Zhaowen, what are you doing here? ”

Li Guichen was stunned, but the singing in his ears was still the same, and he immediately closed the door.

"What are you doing when you're closed?"

Li Guichen said with an unnatural expression: "It's too noisy outside, I'm afraid of disturbing Mr. Talk." ”

Zhu Yuanhan said with a smile: "Bo Yan's Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting is really unique. ”

"Sir, ......"

"Hehe, it's okay. This is Bo Yan asking for another word from the old man. ”

Li Guichen was stunned for a moment and asked, "What words?" ”

Zhu Yuanhui laughed, didn't say it explicitly, but said: "Zhaowen, it's getting late, go back to sleep." When you wake up tomorrow, remember to sweep up the fallen leaves in the cedar hermitage. ”

"Oh...... The student quit. ”

Li Guichen exited the door, and when he saw Huang Gan, Chen Chun and Fu Guang, they all looked at him with bad faces, and said, "The teacher is nothing, but he is tired and is going to sleep." ”

Fu Guang approached and asked in a low voice, "Didn't the teacher say, is this water tune song head sung?" ”

"I mentioned it, said it with a smile, and said that I owed the Li family a reply."

Huang Gan interjected: "Reply? What's the reply? ”

Li Guichen shook his head, walked farther, and said, "Mr. didn't let me ask, but just said that I got up early and remembered to sweep the fallen leaves in the fir nunnery." ”

"Sweeping up leaves? How could the gentleman say this inexplicably? ”

Li Guichen shook his head and said, "Don't you want to disturb Mr., although there is nothing on his face, presumably Mr. is still a little restless, let him be quiet." ”

Huang Gan listened to the singing sound one after another, frowned and said: "This Li Yixun is really too rampant!" ”

Chen Chun sighed with his sleeves: "People, there is rampant capital. ”

"That's it, that's it, let's go back. Han Qing, why are you still stunned, go back. ”

Fu Guang nodded, and said with some hesitation: "Oh......"

In the cedar hermitage, Zhu Yuanhui made the last stroke. The annotation of the Book of Changes was completed, and he dried the ink with a smile, then put it aside, sat on the chair, and gently beat it with his hands.

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky, I don't know the heavenly palace...... What year is it tonight......"

He got up and gently blew out the candlelight.

Sugi-an returned to silence.

……

Half an hour later, a golden gong sounded.

Li Boyan looked at Yuelu Academy, whose gate was still closed, with a cold face, and the two red lights swayed in the wind. The people who had sung it more than ten times also stopped singing, and drank and cheered. Anyway, if you don't sail tonight, you won't get drunk and won't return.

For this song, Li Boyan quietly rehearsed with the boatmen for five days, just to surprise the obscure man!

However, Zhu Yuanhui, who was deep-skinned, ignored it completely.

"Sure enough, you'll never be able to beat someone you don't want to fight."

Chen Fuliang on the side was stunned by Li Boyan's strange behavior today.

"What do you mean by that?"

Li Boyan smiled innocently and said helplessly: "Wash and sleep, go to bed early and be in good health." ”

“……”

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During the golden autumn festival, the weather in Daozhou is still hot.

Alone in a foreign land, demoted to a Daozhou editor, Cai Jitong has no desires, looking at the pseudo-forgery on the table, "The Economic Theory of the Great Song Dynasty" and the heroic post written by Li Boyan himself, Cai Jitong's face was covered with a layer of dead ashes.

Ahem.

Cai Jitong put on his coat with some trembling hands. This is an indigo gown, and the stitches and threads on it were all sewn by his mother when he was studying in Jianyang.

Jianyang Cai's nine Confucianism, one family and four generations, said that it was the essence of the vein of southern Fujian.

Cai Jitong sat back on the Taishi chair, looked at the handwritten hero post, and smiled like a child, "Bo Yan, I couldn't see it, but you let me see it again." ”

As he spoke, the old tears dripped down the paper, and the ink halo was rendered.

After sobbing for a long time, he raised his head again and wiped away his tears.

picked up the prepared white silk from the side, slowly stood on the Taishi chair, used all his strength, and threw it onto the beam.

After making all the preparations, Cai Jitong gasped, sweating profusely on his head, "Yuan Hui, the remnants are useless, Ji Tong is here to relieve you!" ”

……

……

Swish!

Tanzhou Shan'an

In the small building on the side, Fuguang's thoughts couldn't be calm for a long time after going to bed.

Sweeping the leaves?

Why did the teacher mention the fallen leaves in front of the door?

Fuguang stepped on the cloth shoes, didn't even lift the upper of the shoe, and walked towards the cedar nunnery rather unquietly.

Tuk-tuk.

Tuk tuk.

"Teacher, are you asleep?"

Tuk tuk.

"Teacher, can you hear me? Students came in. ”

Fuguang pushed the door, but it couldn't be pushed.

He suddenly chuckled in his heart, and his legs and feet were inconvenient, so it stands to reason that the door of this room was not bolted, and today it is for ......

The courtyard was rustling with fallen leaves, scraping against the masonry with the rustle that it could only make.

Fallen leaves, back to the roots!

The air was frighteningly quiet!

Fuku's pupils shrank, his lips trembled wildly, and he slammed through the door.

Stumbling up.

A wail resounded throughout the academy.

"Sir! What a thing! ”

Overnight, the two states were in different places. Both of them, who wanted to be sanctified after death, used the same extreme methods to try to preserve the last dignity of Taoism.

The dead are the greatest, so in addition to this path, which one else can allow Rigaku to survive? Zhu Yuanhui couldn't think of it, he could convince himself, but one day, he would die, maybe science would always be branded as pseudo-science like this, but he could allow himself to see what he didn't want to see.

The wind blew this night, and it made him panic.

That voice wishes people a long time, thousands of miles together, is so harsh, so piercing!

He didn't want to see that scrappy young man, standing in front of him, and then telling him with iron-like facts, you, maybe yes, but I, must be right!

In this case, it hurts self-esteem too much.

So, he died.

Righteousness without hesitation, life to death!

The head of Orange Island, which is across the river, forms a vivid and tragic tragic picture.

When the moon was in the sky, it was late at night.

The people on the merchant ship drank a lot of wine and slept crookedly, but the corners of their mouths were smiling. Pan Chao also smiled, although Li Boyan taught him not much amazing, but it was enough to be able to fool his father-in-law.

"Taigong, I'll work hard......" Pan Chao muttered.