Cutting Power (1)

Three days later.

Gong Changjue walked out of the door and helped his cone hat.

Comb said,

"Miss, then Meng Huawen should be exiled now, Zhu Yu and him are married, and it is clearly written in the official household register, this time, Zhu Yu should also have to be exiled."

The palace chief raised his eyes, there were two people being escorted by officers and soldiers, wearing prison clothes, and when he saw the palace chief jue standing at the gate of the palace, he suddenly shouted and wanted to pounce up,

"Palace Chief, you hurt me, pushed me to marry Meng Huawen, and caused me to be exiled!"

The voice is sharp and piercing, and it is about to pierce the eardrums.

It was Zhu Yu who described him as withered, his hair was messy, and his clothes were dirty.

Next to him was Meng Huawen, who was drooping his head, only more depressed than Zhu Yu.

Zhu Yu was still shouting, Meng Huawen looked up at Zhu Yu, his eyes were gloomy,

"What are you shouting. Don't you think it's shameful enough? ”

Meng Huawen thought that through Zhu Yu, he could at least have a way to get out, who knows, the Zhu family recently had another daughter, Zhu Yu was abandoned, and the Zhu family had no intention of saving Zhu Yu at all.

Zhu Yu looked at Meng Huawen, and the pair of gloomy eyes made Zhu Yu shudder.

ZHU Yudao,

"And you say, if you hadn't lied to me—"

Meng Huawen roared,

"Have you said enough?"

Zhu Yu was so frightened that his head shrank, and he was aggrieved, and tears flowed down.

She wiped her tears with her dirty sleeves.

A short and thin man in a wide robe stepped forward, looked at Meng Huawen's gloomy eyes, and was not afraid, and said leisurely with a fan,

"Everyone is qualified to scold her, but you don't, she is pregnant with your child, and after knowing that you were exiled, she did not force you to divorce your wife, but she bought off your officers and soldiers, otherwise you can still be so full of limbs?"

Meng Huawen glared at the man.

The man only smiled and stroked his beard.

"People, in the first half of their lives, they inadvertently did too much evil, and they all had to be retributed.

The officers and soldiers who released the two escorted them away.

The man fanned the fan and walked leisurely to the big lion in front of the palace gate.

Gong Changjue looked at the man and went down the steps.

The man stretched out his fan and blocked the way of the palace chief.

Comb said,

"Who are you, and why are you in the way of our young lady?"

The man smiled leisurely,

"This young lady, I see that your Yin Tang is black."

Comb said,

"Why are you cursing our young lady?"

Gong Changjue blocked the comb and looked at the man in front of him,

"You're the one who told the story yesterday."

The man laughed,

"Exactly."

The palace chief said,

"You don't go to tell the story, what are you doing here?"

The man fanned the fan,

"Because I know there's someone waiting for me to come to my rescue. I'm also going to make some money. ”

Gong Changjue said expressionlessly,

"Comb, give him money, let him go."

Comb took out the silver and stuffed it into the man's hand.

Gong Changjue was about to leave, but he heard the man say,

"It's not easy to reincarnate again, Miss should cherish it."

Gong Changjue's footsteps stopped suddenly, she turned to look at the man, her eyes solemn,

"What did you say?"

The man walked to the palace chief with a fan,

"If you want me to say, it is natural to punish the wicked, but to spend this life on revenge for the wicked in the previous life is not a relief for the young lady. It's a shackle that binds you and you don't know it. ”

Gong Changjue said in a deep voice,

"What about bondage, the pain I suffered in my previous life must have a way out, and I will never repeat the mistakes of the past in this life."

The man smiled,

"If you insist on doing this, I think you will repeat the mistakes of the past. It's all fate. ”

The palace chief said,

"I don't believe in fate."

The man didn't care about the authenticity,

"There's a word for Miss next."

Suddenly the man began to sing,

"This is also a lesson from God, he taught me to put away my remaining hatred, avoid coquettishness, and reform myself, change my temperament, stop falling in love, turn back from the bitter sea, and realize Lan Yin early——"

The man suddenly burst out laughing and strode away, with a bit of unruliness.

The palace chief looked at the man's distant back.

Comb said,

"Miss, how strange is this person, don't pay attention to him, I'm afraid he's a little stupid."

The palace chief muttered,

"The bitter sea turns back, and I understand Lan Yin early."

It's a pity that since she has decided, she will never be able to turn back.

Comb said,

"Miss?"

The palace chief came back to his senses and looked at Comb.

Comb said,

"Miss, shall we still go?"

Gong Changjue pressed the cone cap and said,

"Let's go."

walked to the long street, and the long street was full of people,

"Hot and freshly baked buns, three cents for one, five cents for two-huh, selling buns-"

"Oh——— high piles——— persimmons——— not astringent, ——— astringent, and change!"

"Green turnips inside and out—"

Gong Changjue held his hand on the cone hat, and the voices around her drowned her out, and the steaming of the steamed bun shop steamer spread to the people, and from time to time someone passed by her.

Everything is still the same as she was before she died, so noisy, yet so peaceful.

It is also like the old time to swim in the garden, and the car is like a flowing water and a dragon. The flower moon is in the spring breeze.

The palace chief looked at the people on the long street,

It's all in full bloom.

In the previous life, was it the same, only the palace family was destroyed, and the world did not change.

And in this life,

No one has changed, but she has experienced the vicissitudes of life.

After walking thousands of miles, I returned, dusty and slightly frosty.

There is no longer the weakness and incompetence of the previous life, nor is it a simple appearance.

She would never watch it happen again, as she had done in her previous life.

Even if it is a bitter sea, she has to pass it, even if it is Lan Yinsuguo, she has to break through.

She bought chestnuts from the side of the road and ran over and said,

"Miss, your favorite fried chestnuts with sugar."

Gong Changjue came back to his senses and took the chestnuts.

Comb said,

"Miss, which teahouse should we go to first?"

The palace chief said,

"Let's take a look and see which one is good to go to."

Comb nodded, the two walked and stopped, and when they arrived at the door of a teahouse, they heard the words inside,

"I don't know if you know Yuan Zhen, this Yuan Zhen is the one who wrote the hundred days of mourning for poor couples, his mourning poem can be described as a unique one in the ages, and he also wrote, 'But I will always open my eyes all night long, and repay my life without raising my eyebrows.' , the poem is really affectionate. However, before he married this wife, he had a confidante. ”

"This confidante, named Cui Shuangwen, is Yuan Zhen's cousin, Yuan Zhi later wrote a biography of the warbler, and the biography of the warbler was later rewritten into the West Chamber, and the Cui Yingying in the West Chamber, but it is the confidant Cui Shuangwen of the Yuan Zhi. Poor Cui Shuangwen handed over a piece of infatuation to Yuan Zhen, and Yuan Zhen actually turned his head and married Wei Sima's daughter, how could this not make people angry. ”

"Moreover, after marrying a wife, he was not honest, and when his wife was about to die of a serious illness, he also had a head and end with the famous prostitute Xue Tao, but he was such a negative man, and he actually wrote so many affectionate and unrepentant mourning poems, and said that the sea was once difficult to water, except that Wushan is not a cloud, and now it seems that the more you look at it, the more ...... it is."

Comb listened to it with relish,

"Miss, let's go into this house, that's a good point."

Gong Changjue said lightly,

"Later, his wife died, Yuan Zhen promised not to marry for life, and wrote more than 30 mourning poems, but he also broke the connection with Xue Tao, and promised Xue Tao that he would be with her white head, but he walked for ten years before he remembered Xue Tao, but he and Liu Caichun were like glue, this story is called the infatuation of the world is really a negative man."

Combi was surprised,

"How do you know, miss?"

Gong Changjue said lightly,

"Yes."

Comb scratched her head, no, every time the young lady goes out, she takes her, obviously I haven't heard of it.

The palace chief turned his head and looked at the comb who was standing in place, and the palace chief said,

"Comb, let's go."

Comb came back to her senses and saw that the palace chief had walked more than ten steps away, and was busy following the palace chief.

Walking to the edge of another teahouse, there are three big characters of Qingfeng Pavilion hanging on the door.

It tells the story of the princess,

"Do you know what Miss Changjue said in front of the saint?"

The people inside coaxed,

"Don't sell it, say it quickly."

The storyteller slapped the fan on the case, and with a snap,

"What Miss Changjue said is—"

"If you see the Jade Emperor kneel first, he will never fall into the red dust in his life!"

As soon as the words came out, everyone was shocked.

There was silence for a while.

Gong Changjue stepped into the teahouse.

It took a while for everyone to slow down,

"Oh my God, what kind of girl is this to say such a thing."

"There is no rhetoric, but this sentence can be described as earth-shattering."

"It's a once-in-a-lifetime experience."

"The last time I heard about Miss Changjue's broken hair and ruined her marriage, I already admired Miss Changjue very much, and now I am really on the ground."

"If this verse can be passed down, it will really be passed down through the ages."

More of it is thoughtful, pondering the verses over and over again.

"He is never born in the dust..."

I don't know if I am exploring the person of Gong Changjue through poetry, or using poetry to pour out my feelings and experiences.

The storyteller looked proudly at the shocked crowd,

"Miss Changjue's literary brilliance and arrogance, it is really rare time, the original hair was broken and the marriage was ruined, only to know its arrogance, and now this poem is out, only to know that there is something in it, and the literary talent is also outstanding."

"But this is not the first time that Miss Changjue shocked the four with her literary talents, the last time, at the banquet where the Zhu family and Meng Huawen had an affair, Miss Changjue also said a poem, which was also applauded by everyone."

The listener asked,

"What kind of poem?"

The storyteller shook his head and said,

"Sycamore nest finches, citrus thorns perched on mandarin birds."

All people,

"What does this mean, putting the finch on the sycamore, but the mandarin luan on the evil tree, isn't this putting the cart before the horse."

"This bullshit doesn't make sense."

"What kind of good poetry is this?"

Mr. Storyteller raised his fan,

"Don't be impatient, in the next word, this poem is amazing, and naturally there are things worth beating."

The storyteller said,

"This banquet is called the Spring Chrysanthemum Banquet."

The storyteller propped up one hand on the stage, and the other hand dangled the fan,

"At this banquet, the most central thing is the pot of spring chrysanthemums."

"This spring chrysanthemum, the power is in this pot of chrysanthemums, not in the fall, but in the spring."

Someone was a little surprised,

"And such chrysanthemums."

The storyteller nodded,

"At this banquet, Miss Shen, the host of the banquet, invited all the guests to compose poems and recite chrysanthemums in spring."

"What kind of poems would you make if you were here?"

Humanity underneath,

"Naturally, this flower is blooming and there is no flower in the poem."

"What's more, this flower blooms in spring, which is rare, of course, it is admired for its beauty."

Furthermore, he recited its appearance and rarity, and alluded to something, for example, in the officialdom, good officials are like chrysanthemums in this spring, which are rare. It's too little, it's more. ”

The storyteller smiled,

"That's a good idea, but it's a bad one, but now look at Miss Changjue's poem and see if you can see something else."

When everyone heard this, they fell silent and pondered the poem of the palace chief.

Gong Changjue stood on the stairs and watched everyone.

Everyone was silent, all pondering.

After a long time, someone exclaimed,

"I know, Miss Changjue's poem is satirizing the unworthy chrysanthemum virtue in this spring, obviously he is an arrogant gentleman who should stand in the frost and snow, but now he is flattering in the spring, it seems right, but in fact he puts the cart before the horse!"

One spoke, and the other shouted,

"I thought of it too! The reason why this chrysanthemum is the four gentlemen, is because they would rather die with incense on the branches, and refuse to blow down the arrogance in the north wind, if the chrysanthemum is not born in late autumn, does not experience frost and snow, then what arrogance, how can there be any gentleman's words, Miss Changjue's words, it seems to be bullshit, it is really to the point! ”

When everyone heard this, they woke up one after another, and the voices of admiration were endless.

"Everyone says that chrysanthemums are good in spring, but only Miss Changjue sees through the essence and hits the nail on the head, she can have such an insight, if it is a man, he must be a marquis and pay homage to the prime minister!"

"It's really rare in the world, if you only listen to this verse, it's bullshit, but with this artistic conception, it's a quatrain in the world!"

"It's no wonder that Miss Changjue can say that he will never fall into the red dust in his life, it is clear that he has insight into the world, so that he can have such a bearing that looks down on all living beings and is so arrogant that he does not fall into the dust."

"Such a poetic talent, such a bearing, is absolutely beyond the reach of many people, but I am afraid that tens of millions of men cannot match it."

The storyteller smirked,

"Look, this poem is worth your applause."

The crowd answered,

"It's worth it!"

"If you can hear such insight into the world every day, and see through the teachings of all things in the world, I am afraid that you can become a god yourself."

"I really admire Miss Changjue more and more now, I saw Miss Changjue weak and gentle in front of the palace before, and I only felt pity for people, but now after listening to this, I only feel that I am willing to bow down as a man."

"Sure enough, it's the daughter of the Gong family. This bearing and arrogance are really extraordinary. ”

"And the first time I saw Miss Changjue, I thought I saw the immortals, and I was stunned."

"Yes, this kind of weak beauty, I only heard the story before, but now I know that this is the best in the world."

"Hey, you say, who else is worthy of such a fairy-like young lady, I'm just afraid that no one is worthy of it."

Someone booed him,

"You are talking nonsense, Chu Shizi!"

"That is, isn't Chu Shizi worthy? Now that I say that, I think they're a perfect match! ”

"Yes, Miss Changjue is talented in poetry, and her appearance is also stunning Chang'an, Chu Shizi is really a son like jade, if you want to say that you can learn, Chu Shizi was the champion at the age of sixteen!"

"The more I talk about it, the more I feel worthy."

The palace chief's eyes tightened,

"Comb, let's go upstairs and don't listen."

Comb Yan followed the palace chief.

Gong Changjue's steps were fast, and the voice downstairs was like a talisman, and she walked in a disordered manner, losing all her senses.

But he didn't pay attention to what was in front of him, and hit a person straight up.

Gong Changjue took two steps back, and the first thing she noticed was the unique scent of white sandalwood compared to the person's appearance.