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The evening breeze swept the green silk of Song Guanzi, and there was still a look of surprise in his eyes when Chen Zhongqing got out of the car. With a slight shake of his hands, the green shirt fluttered and flew. He really didn't expect that the person who wrote the poem that looked at the end of the world would be younger than he imagined. It's just that the face with bright eyes and bright teeth and a face like a crown of jade makes him have a vague uneasy undercurrent surging in his heart.

When Chen Zhongqing saw Ye Huangchao, his footsteps only paused slightly, and then he walked forward with a calm expression, he recognized at first glance that it was the fortune teller he had seen in the Huxin Pavilion that day, but he didn't expect that the inconspicuous old man was Li Lanting and Zhang Xun's old friend. After that, he looked vigilantly at the guards with knives standing outside the pavilion, even through a hat, he could feel the killing intent emanating from the other party's body. But what he cares about the most is the sign hanging from his waist, although five steps apart, the three words engraved on it can still be seen clearly.

Division of Cardinals.

This time Chen Zhongqing really stopped, the assassination on the night of the Lantern Festival made him always wary of the secret agents of the Cardinal Division, but he didn't expect to meet the person he didn't want to see in this long pavilion.

He looked at the kind old man in the long pavilion, and the young offspring he had never seen before. After confirming that it was not a Hongmen feast, he moved forward. Chen Zhongqing stood in front of the old man, looking at the two of them a little confused.

The atmosphere was a little silent, Zhang Xun took the lead and introduced the old man in front of him to Chen Zhongqing, "Little friend Zhongqing, this is Ye Huangchao, Ye Guozhu." You should have met him in the Lake Pavilion before. ”

Now that the elders around him have already spoken, Chen Zhongqing naturally has to do a full number of courtesies, and he said respectfully, "The juniors have seen Ye Guozhu. ”

"This is Song Qingzhao, Song Guanzi."

This time, Chen Zhongqing's movements were a little stiff, and he thought he had heard it wrong at the first time. Cautiously raised his head, stared at the front of him and asked with a flat expression, "With all due respect, the one in front of you is the first strategist of the Southern Jin Dynasty?" ”

Song Guanzi and Ye Huangchao glanced at each other and said with a smile, "The first class of the Southern Jin Dynasty doesn't dare to say it, but he just offered a few strategies for today's saints." Ye Guozhu is ready to take office in Bianliang, and before leaving, he wants to talk about it in this long pavilion, but I don't know if Zhongqing's little friend will appreciate his face? ”

Chen Zhongqing was in a cold sweat behind him, one was the pillar of the Southern Jin Dynasty, even if Bianliang had lived in seclusion for many years, he also had a very high prestige in front of the old ministers of the dynasty, and he may have received the support of the most powerful big man behind his trip to the mountain this time. As soon as the civilian clique led by Fan Xiwen came to power, they were pressed by the high-flying and domineering 9,000-year-old, and they did not dare to make small moves under the nose of the Sable Temple, and the most likely thing should be ...... Holy today.

Chen Zhongqing was taken aback by his own thoughts, if Ye Guozhu's departure from the mountain at this time was deliberately arranged, it meant that the coup d'état of the Shangyuan Festival had already caused all forces to start to move. Coupled with the intensification of the conflict between the Northern Liao and the Southern Jin Dynasty, the current Bianliang is a situation of internal and external troubles.

Stopping the constant thoughts in his mind, Chen Zhongqing knew that these problems were not what he should care about now, and the collapse of the temple was made up for by the loyal ministers of the imperial court, and it was not his turn to be a small person who was worried about the sky.

Chen Zhongqing took a deep breath, threw out the doubts in his heart, stretched out his finger and pointed at himself, and asked in a low voice, "But Ye Guozhu is a pillar of a country, why did he choose to see me?" Zai Xia is just a scholar, just with poetry and piano skills, even in Hangzhou City, he can only be regarded as a great talent, not enough to impress the adults of the dynasty, right? ”

Song Guanzi, whose eyes were like peach blossoms, smiled and said nothing, somewhat admiring Chen Zhongqing's honesty, but also throwing out the doubts in his heart. Why do you want to support this little-known scholar? does have the skills of poetry and literature, as for Bianliang's layout plan to kill people with a knife on a rainy night, it can only be regarded as a bright spot in his eyes, and it is not amazing.

Is it just because he is the son of Shang Shu's right servant? Chen Zhongxu is far more worthy of support than the young students in front of him.

Ye Huangchao never does superfluous things, the only possibility is that there is an ulterior secret behind this young descendant.

It is a pity that Ye Huangchao did not answer Chen Zhongqing's question head-on, but stood up on crutches, squinted his eyes at the remnant sun that slowly fell on the West Mountain, and whispered, "The old man is now a veteran of the Three Dynasties, even if he left with the seal at the beginning, what he still thinks about is Bianliang, the great rivers and mountains of the Southern Jin Dynasty, and the neighing of the Northern Liao Huma." I am old, and the world will be the world of you young people after all. The rivers and mountains of Bianliang will also be handed over to you scholars to take care of in the future, old and beggar remains, brave to borrow luck from the world, open the way for you scholars, although death without regrets. ”

"If you say goodbye today, I'm afraid it will be difficult to see you again in the future. Zhongqing's little friend is full of literary brilliance, and today here, the old man also has the courage to ask Zhongqing Xiaoyou for a word. ”

The old man's tone was sad, asking for luck from the world, and his heart was so magnificent.

Zhang Xun and Li Lanting, who were standing behind him, glanced at each other, could it be that Ye Huangchao saw Chen Zhongqing for the last time, just to ask him for a word?

The wind blew the pavilion, and a touch of the slanting sun dyed a field red, Chen Zhongqing was silent for a while, and then said, "I remembered that a wandering Taoist passed by my door and recited a poem. This situation is suitable for Ye Lao. ”

Song Guanzi was a little speechless, and the wandering Taoist read the words? What kind of excuse is that? I'm afraid it's not written well, and I deliberately trust someone else's mouth?

Ye Huangchao didn't pierce his careful thoughts, just quieted down and quietly listened to him read the poem. Dusk is approaching, and the white horse, chewing on the juicy stems and leaves, impatiently kicks the horse's hooves, urging the travelers to go on the road.

"Boss Nakan said."

The beginning is old-fashioned.

Song Guanzi didn't care, the realm was compared with the previous gift of the world, and when he read it out of his mouth, there was a strong charm of sorrow.

"It seems that now, Yuanlong stinks, and Meng Gong has something to do with it. My sick gentleman came to sing and drink, and the snow flew on the building. Laughing at wealth and wealth. Who will listen to the hard talk? Remember that time, there was only the moon of the west window. Re-enter the wine, change the song. ”

Chen Zhongqing paused and whispered, "This is Shang Rong." ”

Ye Huangchao slowly narrowed his eyes, and said that my sick gentleman came to sing and drink, and scattered the snow flying on the building, just pointed out the situation that he was trapped in Hangzhou before and had no way to serve the country? Only this word said the empathy in his heart.

Song Qingzhao looked displeased, the context of this word was too sad, and it was not suitable for Ye Guozhu, who was about to take office. He looked at Ye Huangchao, but the other party didn't care, but bowed slightly.

"It's the same thing, people are different. Ask Qu Nong: After all, how many times has Shenzhou clutched? No one cares about the sweat, blood and salt car, and thousands of miles empty to collect the bones. Zhengmu is cutting off the river road. I pity you the most in the middle of the night dance, and the Taoist man is as dead as iron. ”

Suddenly, a strong wind rose, and the sunset was falling.

The last fifty-three words are like fifty-three hammers, smashing heavily on the chest of Song officials, if the upper rhyme is the fall after frustration, the lower rhyme is the desolation of worrying about the country and the people.

The upper and lower rung complement each other.

Fifty-three words, every word, is not inferior to that sentence to drink the world.

Fang Cai came to the conclusion too early, and after all, he still underestimated the talent of the young man in front of him.

Only the last sentence is sonorous and natural.

"Look at the test hand, mend the cracks in the sky."

He Xinliang.

Even if Song Qingzhao was only eight years old, after listening to this poem, he just sighed silently and said softly, "What a song for He Xinliang." ”