Chapter 288 Order of the National Public

I said, "That's right, our Ling'er is so capable, it's too late for your father to rejoice." ”

Fang Ling said with a smile: "Brother, you only know that Ling'er is capable, but how much profit from the Chengwei Dart Bureau is also due to the fact that the business of Shifeng Commercial Bank is getting wider and wider, I should thank you brother for this." ”

"Thank you, I'm your brother, not to mention a great man who said that it is the right way to let a few people get rich first, and then let these people lead everyone to get rich together."

"This sentence is very true, everyone is really rich when they are rich, but this great man is from your ancient book."

In the blink of an eye, we have arrived at the eastern section of the Su Causeway,

"Brother, this is the famous broken bridge and remnant snow." Fang Ling pointed to the distance and said, "There is the Outer Lake, to the north is the Lonely Mountain, this broken bridge is the junction of the Outer Lake and the Wuli Lake, and it is also the best place to watch the snow scene of the West Lake in Lin'an in winter." ”

With the direction pointed by Fang Ling, but seeing the ups and downs of the building, under the white snow cover, such as paving Qiong jade, crystal clear, a kind of cold and glamorous beauty suddenly visible,

"What a broken bridge and remnant snow." I remembered a comment on the broken bridge of the West Lake during the Ming Dynasty, so I read, "The victory of the West Lake, the clear lake is not as good as the rain lake, the rain lake is not as good as the moon lake, and the moon lake is not as good as the snow lake. ”

Lin'an is located in the south of the Yangtze River, the annual snow period is short, heavy snow days are rare, once the silver makeup is wrapped, it will create a snow lake victory that is very different from the usual, the usual scene,

Fang Ling nodded slightly: "Well, it makes sense, brother, then are you considered a peerless." ”

I didn't answer but asked rhetorically: "Ling'er, there is another classic in the middle, do you want to hear it?" ”

"Classic, of course."

"Ling'er, listen up." I raised my voice slightly, "Moon Lake is not as good as Snow Lake, and Snow Lake is not as good as Spirit Lake." ”

"The lake of sunshine, the lake of rain, the lake under the moon, the lake of snow, where is the spiritual lake."

"The West Lake with Ling'er is called Linghu, and this Linghu Lake is the real best in the world."

Fang Ling was overjoyed in his heart, and said angrily: "Brother, this so-called classic is your nonsense. ”

"Non-yes, non-yes, this sentence is the true portrayal of your brother and my heart." I took Fang Ling's hand and said,

The mountain is not high, there are immortals, the water is not deep, and the dragon is spiritual,

Liu Yuxi's famous sentence is quite similar to the meaning of Jing Youxin's heart here, although I know that Fang Ling and Le Lingshan are not the same person, but whenever I am with Fang Ling, I will subconsciously regard her as Le Lingshan,

With your beloved, where is it not the best in the world,

Time passed slowly, approaching the evening, the sky began to float small snowflakes again, at this time, most of the people who played and enjoyed the snow opened the way home, and there were fewer and fewer people around, Fang Ling and I came to a pavilion on the south shore of West Lake, through the sparse snowflakes, looking at the scenery in the distance, we snuggled up to each other, as if in an elegant and tranquil, crystal clear fairy tale world, snowflakes fell, filtered and purified all impurities, for a while, the air became so fresh, the heart became so pure, the world became so beautiful,

We enjoy this tranquility, this happiness, everything outside the pavilion no longer exists, the snowflakes seem to have completely separated the world, leaving only me and Fang Ling between heaven and earth,

After a long time, Fang Lingcai muttered, "Brother, sing a song to Ling'er." ”

"Well, on a snowy day, my brother will sing a song about snow to Ling'er, and the song is called "Love in the Snow". I coughed dryly and sang in a low voice,

，，，，，，

Love in the snow, love in the snow

I didn't wake up from a dream in the snow

Infatuation in exchange for a lifetime of tears

Love in the snow, love in the snow

I walked alone in the snow

How many heroic pride

but with you

Walking with you

In order to pursue the dream,

After singing the song, Fang Ling could completely remember it, only to see Fang Ling lightly move his lips and spit out Xu Yan, and sang tactfully, "Love in the snow, love in the snow, dream in the snow has not woken up, infatuation in exchange for a lifetime of tears, only by walking with you, can we pursue the dream." ”

Fang Ling's voice was extremely crisp and pleasant, although he lowered his voice, it still reverberated between the pavilions like a heavenly sound,

"The aftermath is lingering, and the three words are endless." I praise,

"Brother." Fang Ling leaned on my shoulder and called softly,

Just after 7 o'clock in the evening, the heavy snow is flying, and the more it falls, the denser it falls, and the heavy snow in the early morning is not the same, the wind at this time begins to increase, the snowflakes are flying with the wind, just like the overwhelming momentum, the end is the wind and snow combined,

There are almost no pedestrians on the road, and in this kind of weather, even the most romantic poets and the most naughty children are reluctant to go out to find inspiration and go out to play,

In front of the Prime Minister's Mansion, a figure faintly appeared,

Yang Lian Zhenjia wore a hat on his head, and was walking towards the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, dense snowflakes fell on his body, the cold wind blew the monk's robe, and the hat was completely covered with snow, but all this seemed to have no effect on Yang Lian Zhenjia at all, and he still maintained a slow pace.

"Bah, bah." Yang Lian Zhenjia knocked on the door of Jiafu,

"This kind of ghost weather, there are still people who will come to the door." The family of the Prime Minister's Mansion who shrank in the door muttered a few words, but they still opened the door quickly, and the family members of the Jia Mansion knew very well that most of the people who came to the Prime Minister's Mansion were either rich or noble, but they couldn't afford to offend.

"The poor monk Lian really asks to see the master."

"Ah, it's the master, please wait." When the family opened the door, he saw that it was a distinguished guest of Jia Rudao, how dare he slack off, and hurriedly entered to report,

"Master Lian Zhen, please come in quickly." It didn't take long for Yang Lian Zhenjia to see Jia Xuan, the big housekeeper of Jiafu, hurrying over,

"There's Mr. Lao."

"Master, don't be polite, Xiangye is in the study, please."

The heating facilities of Jiafu are no less than the palace, the inside and outside of the house are completely two worlds, Jia Rudao leaned on the Taishi chair, his eyes were slightly closed, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and the stove on the side was releasing bursts of heat, illuminating Jia Rudao's ruddy face,

"The poor monk Lian Zhen sees the Taishi." Yang Lian Zhenjia clasped his hands together and said,

"Master, why did you come here in such a snowstorm?"

"Master Taishi, the poor monk will set off for the north tomorrow and come to say goodbye to the Taishi."

"Northbound." Jia Rudao opened his eyes, pointed to the chair beside him with his left hand, and motioned for Yang Lian Zhenjia to sit down before saying, "Lin'an is already freezing now, not to mention the north." ”

Yang Lian Zhenjia said: "The master does not know, the poor monk was in the north of the Tushi Temple a few years ago, met a Taoist monk, because at that time on the 'where does life come from, where death goes,' the topic of different views, neither side can convince anyone, so they agreed to meet at the end of this year in the Tushi Temple, again to discuss the Tao in order to verify the law. ”

"It's a matter of life and death."

"Exactly."

Jia Rudao said lightly: "Life and death are cyclical things, life is not born, death is not death, how can there be any reason for where it comes from." ”

Yang Lian Zhenjia couldn't help but be stunned when he heard it, and then folded his hands again, recited "Amitabha Buddha", and praised very respectfully: "What the Taishi said is extremely true, there is no life and death, and where does it come from, the Taishi has the root of the Buddha with a wise heart, and he has extraordinary knowledge, and a word wakes up the people in the dream, and the poor monks are taught." ”

This time, Yang Lian Zhenjia was not a sycophant, but fully agreed with Jia Yidao's remarks,

"The old man just said casually, how can he be wise, the master doesn't have to take it seriously." Jia Rudao laughed and said, "The master is gone, I think it will be a few years before he comes back." ”

"Well, it is a time of wind and snow in the north today, and the road is inconvenient, and it will take at least a month or two to come and go."

"Jia Xuan, go get some wine and food."

"Yes, Xiangye."

"Master, the old man remembers that you said before that your physiognomy came from a high monk in the north, and I don't know if the master can meet that high monk on this trip north."

Yang Lian Zhenjia pretended to think, and said later: "Master Taishi, that senior monk occasionally goes to Tushi Temple to preach and preach, but I don't know if the poor monk is destined to meet him. ”

Jia Rudao nodded and said, "This really depends on fate." ”

"What does the master need to ask the senior monk?"

Jia Rudao was about to answer, but when he saw Jia Xuan coming, he said, "Master, drink some wine and eat some food first." ”

"Yes, sir."

Yang Lian Zhenjia raised his glass and said: "The poor monk wanders around, the biggest harvest in recent years is to meet the Taishi, the poor monk borrows the Taishi's wine to toast the Taishi, I wish the Taishi will come true in the coming year, Taishi, please." ”

"Yes, cheers." After Jia Rudao drank it all, he personally poured a full wine for Yang Lian Zhenjia, "Master Lian Zhen, the old man also feels the same way, this year the old man is extremely unhappy, the only gain is to get to know the master you, come, the old man will also give you a cup." ”

"Master Xie gave wine."

"Lian Zhen, the last time you gave the old man a face, you asked the old man to hide it and wait for the opportunity, but the old man's superior person seems to be becoming more and more shrewd, so the old man wants to ask the master and your physiognomy master to calculate the specific time and see how long the old man will endure it."

"Well, Master Taishi, the poor monk's physiognomy teacher is not only good at observing physiognomy, but also proficient in the art of celestial phenomena, if this chance happens, the poor monk will definitely ask the monk to make it clear one or two, thinking that the master will solve the puzzle."

Jia Rudao thought for a while, and then said: "Lian Zhen, if that high monk is willing, then no matter how much it costs, invite him to come to Lin'an to see him." ”

Yang Lian Zhenjia said: "Taishi, if you meet, the poor monk will relay the meaning of Taishi." ”

"Okay, Master Lian Zhen, drink."

The two of you have a cup and I have a cup, and I have drunk for about half an hour, and I don't know how many glasses I have drunk.

"Master, the poor monk is no longer strong enough to drink, and he will get up early and travel far away, so he will leave."

"Okay, then the old man won't keep you anymore." Jia Rudao took out a medal made of pure gold from his arms and said, "Master, this medal is the national medal of my dynasty that ranks fourth in the title, you have been walking outside all the year round, and the old man will give you this medal, there will be a lot of convenience." ”

"Master, this is too precious, the poor monk doesn't dare to accept this heavy gift."

The titles of the Great Song Dynasty are divided into kings, dukes, marquis, uncles, sons, male six, etc., among which the kings are basically limited to the people of the Zhao royal family, and the rest are based on the Guogong as the most, although the Guogong Medal has no real power, but in the Song Dynasty, no one knows it, and no one dares to offend, everyone knows that there are only a few people in the Song Dynasty, all of them are the prime ministers of the court, who can afford to offend it,