Jiang Shanchang has been studying and painting in retreat in the back mountains for the rest of the day," Pei Xizhi said, pointing to the room on the mountainside, "It's there." ”

After entering the library, there were no idle people waiting for onlookers, and the students were driven to class, and the group was a lot more relaxed.

"Look at the way they are weak and can't help but be windy, they are walking quite fast." Several officials lowered their voices and began to discuss.

Tang Zhongyuan coughed twice and signaled them not to talk nonsense: There are not so many people right now! If any of these gentlemen have amazing ears, and listen to them talk about it later, I am afraid that it will not be able to end at that time.

However, this is not wrong. Tang Zhongyuan exhaled a mouthful of turbid air and accelerated the speed under his feet. The son of the Pei family, who led people to see Jiang Shanchang, raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, obviously everyone walked so fast, not because of him, but because of those gentlemen.

Such an urgent look...... I don't know, I think they have a good relationship with Jiang Shanchang! In fact, it's just that the literati are light, and they just need an explanation.

The boy guarding at the foot of the mountain saw so many people menacing, as if he was also frightened, and watched them approach in a daze, until he came to the front, he came back to his senses, and looked at Pei Xizhi as if asking for help: "Pei ...... Pei Gongzi, what's wrong? ”

Pei Xizhi breathed a sigh of relief, he almost couldn't catch up with the pace of those gentlemen, he explained with a smile: "These gentlemen are friends of the mountain chief, I want to see the mountain chief, you go and report to the mountain chief!" ”

Tang Zhongyuan followed behind, and several other officials couldn't help but poke their heads out and look around.

They are also the first time to come back to the back mountain of this Jiangnan Academy, and in Suri, the back mountain of this library is that the students of the library cannot enter and leave at will.

Halfway up the mountain, a sharp rock came out of it, and the place where Jiang Shanchang retreated and studied the painting was on the rock.

The mountain is covered with moss, and when you look at it, you feel like your feet are slippery, and there are really no traces of tiptoe on it.

There seemed to be only one way to the mountain, but it was blocked by an iron gate.

"Go get the key." Pei Xizhi said to the boy, "Open the door, I'll wait to see the mountain chief." ”

"The key is with the mountain chief," the boy listened to Pei Xizhi's words, but shook his head and explained: "The mountain chief said that he doesn't like people to disturb him, if there is something urgent, just shout here, if you don't plug your ears and study the scroll, the mountain chief can hear it." ”

Is this a group of them shouting at the bottom of the lungs?

This kind of behavior is obviously disdained by celebrities who hold their own identities. Tang Zhongyuan coughed twice and pushed his subordinate officials out: "You go and shout." ”

The official who was pushed had no choice but to come out and began to shout "Jiang Shanchang" in front of everyone, but no one responded after shouting for a while.

Seeing this, the boy ran out of his house with a bundle of hemp rope and handed it to the official, and then pointed to the crooked-necked tree on the rock, and said, "If the chief of the mountain plugs his ears, climb up with the rope!" ”

Didn't he say it earlier? The dry-mouthed official glared at the boy fiercely, and when he used one end of the hemp rope to make a circle, threw it out a few times in his hand, and then accurately put on the crooked neck tree, and dragged it to ensure that the hemp rope would not go wrong for a while, and the official climbed up with the hemp rope.

Jiang Shanchang's retreat place was not high, so although he climbed staggeringly, nothing happened, and Tang Zhongyuan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the official climb the mountain rock. It's just looking for someone, but I didn't expect to come to this one, and sure enough, the government is not easy to take. In comparison, Miss Qiao is still generous! He touched the silver in the hidden bag on his body, and said in his heart.

An exclamation came from above. Tang Zhongyuan was startled, and he didn't have time to look at the faces of everyone present, so he hurriedly asked loudly, "What's wrong?" ”

"Dead ...... He's dead! The official's voice was panicked and disbelieving, "Jiang Shanchang committed suicide!" ”

Commit suicide? Tang Zhongyuan's face changed greatly: "Quickly throw the key down!" ”

After a while, a bunch of keys were thrown down, and when everyone ran up, they were met by the panicked faces of the officials.

"Yes...... Cast a swagger. The official pointed to the room, obviously unable to calm down for a moment, and he climbed up completely unexpectedly, as if the people below were already aware of what he might see.

The house was in a mess, and the painted and unpainted scrolls were everywhere and thrown to the ground, and Jiang Shanchang hung on the beams of the house.

If it is really a good banquet, compared to the death of a maid at the tea banquet, the hairpin banquet has not yet begun, and a famous painter has died!

Zhen Shiyuan, who rushed to hear the news, almost didn't fall down.

What's going on these days? Jinling has been plagued by many disasters, and it has all been spread on his head.

This time it was not a maid who died, but Jiang Xiao! The first person in Jiangnan Painting Forest, the hairpin banquet will start soon, and there will be few people at the banquet, and there will be no way to hide this matter. You can't hide it, but if you shake it out, it's none other than Jiang Xiao who died! With Jiang Xiao's weight in the hearts of Jiangnan literati, if his death is not clear, he, the Jinling Mansion, may be lifted by those angry literati.

Although the demeanor of the government officials has been as low-key as possible, there are still many students who see the officials coming in and out.

Did something happen?

Someone poked his head out, his eyes scanned for a moment in the group of officials, and suddenly he was shocked: "Isn't that a cow?" ”

In a group of official robes, the ox with a bamboo box on his back is very conspicuous.

When do you need to do it? Naturally, it is the dead man.

"Has anyone died?" The student was surprised and asked, "Who died?" ”

"I don't know, but Xi Zhi should know!"

"What about the people of Xi?"

……

Zhang Xie paused for a moment and pinched down.

"Mountain Chief!" Pei Xi exclaimed and walked out of bed.

"Are you awake?" Xie Chengze handed over a cup of tea, "It was the official from the government who sent you back......"

"The mountain chief is dead!" Pei Xi came back to his senses after a moment of dazedness, he exclaimed, and his eyes instantly turned red. He saw it with his own eyes, and in the midst of the mess on the ground, the mountain chief hung there, his face purple, and his tongue sticking out long......

Xie Chengze's action of handing over the tea froze: "Yes, Jiang Shanchang is dead." ”

They don't get along with Jiang Shanchang like Pei Xizhi, but they can also understand the pain of the sudden death of a person who is very close to them.

The sound of choking came lowly, and the man didn't flick his tears, but he didn't reach the sad place.

Jiang Shanchang's death is destined to cause an uproar throughout Jiangnan Mansion. But before that, the choked voice gradually became low, and Zhang Jie's voice rang out.

"The people in the government said that after cleaning up the scroll, a poem was written on the ground, and after comparison, it was Jiang Shanchang's handwriting."

Pei Xizhi raised his head suddenly: "What poem?" ”

"Flowing water and flowers are gone, heaven and earth."

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