Jin Xianhe seven years of winter, Yingchuan Keishan

The Guozi Study Banquet, that is, every three years, is funded by the four major families of Lang Xiewang, Chenjun Xie, Yingchuan Han, and Qian Guohuan in turn, and invites the children of various families who have entered Guozixue to have a half-moon talk, and the Ming exchange of poems and books, which is actually to contact their respective young talents to get acquainted and build future contacts.

At the age of nineteen, although he had been the son of a retainer of the Wang family and had studied with him for three years, he was also invited to join the military department as a first-class imperial officer.

The snow finally stopped after two days, and the sun jumped out early in the morning. The endless Kei Mountain is particularly enchanting and majestic against the blue sky and white snow. "Xue Ji is just when he goes out hunting". Although it is a school banquet, in fact, it has been more than four days since the talk, and I listen to the orthodox opinions of the ancestors and seniors in the school every day. These teenage children are already too depressed to do anything. The Han clan elders took advantage of the snow to stop and went down the mountain early in the morning. So as soon as the sky cleared, some people shouted to see the snow scene, and some people simply proposed snow hunting. Martial arts and hunting are also compulsory courses for the children of the family. After some discussion, the remaining Taoist seniors agreed to take a two-day break from class and go into the mountains to hunt.

As a military general, Zhangli is naturally not a problem to patrol the mountains and hunt. In order to prevent the beasts from sneaking up, the people who are good at martial arts are divided into open roads, middle roads, and broken back roads, and dozens of people in the middle are surrounded and swept into the mountain. The palm hat is the one who is broken.

After walking for about an hour, the physical strength and foot strength of each person were separated. When you come to a fork in the road, there are a lot of footprints on the gentle road, which should be the direction of the large army. Another trail up the mountain, faintly with a footprint. Worried that there would be children left behind, he searched for footprints. After walking for half a mile, the footprints were gone, and the palm of the hand thought that maybe it was not a disciple who had fallen behind, but the little boy who had swept the mountain the day before yesterday stepped on it, and he was just about to turn back. He seemed to see a shadow on the tree by the roadside. He subconsciously pressed the sword with his right hand, and turned his head to see that there was a person lying on a low pine tree three zhang away. I saw him pillowed one arm under his head, tilting his head slightly, although he couldn't see his face, his outline was angular.

The palm of the hat said in a loud voice: "This fellow student, there are wild beasts in the mountains, come down quickly, don't be alone." When the man heard this, he lifted himself up and turned to his side, and when he saw someone, he jumped down from the tree. It happened to fall right in front of the palm hat. The palm hat secretly praised the light work.

The palm hat arched his hand: "This student, who is serving the palm hat at the next level, is from Langya. This snow hunt is responsible for the break. "The head of the family is only the general of the Langya Wang family, so every time the palm of the hat is unwilling to claim that he is from the Langya Wang family. After speaking, he carefully looked at the person in front of him. I saw that he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, extremely handsome, his white face was pale red from the cold, a pair of eyebrows flew into his hair, his thin phoenix eyes were shining, his thin red lips were slightly upturned, and he seemed to be laughing if he didn't smile. The black and shiny hair bun is tied high with silver hairpins, and a wide blue-purple mink robe is wrapped on the body, which makes the figure even more slender. A gust of mountain wind blew, lifting the exposed snow-white corners of the clothes.

Zhangli sighed secretly: What a "look up and see a thousand mountains and snow, and your eyes are originally purple fairies".

The man patted the falling snow on his shirt, returned the salute, and moved his lips lightly: "Yingchuan Han Yue"

Yingchuan, Han Yue, Han Luoyu, all have seven beauties for the children of the family. The Eastern Jin Dynasty is still a beautiful man, and the seven beauties are not beauties, they are seven young men, with unparalleled beauty and superb demeanor. This Han Luoyu is ranked fourth. Sure enough, the person lives up to his name.

"It turned out to be Qimei's Luo Yujun. It's rude. "Zhangli said this, first, the family is famous, second, the Han family is an authentic family after all, he is just the son of a retainer, and third, this person is indeed a stunning demeanor. And he is just a martial artist with five big and three thick, so naturally he can't be compared.

Han Luoyu still didn't speak.

Seeing that Han Luoyu did not hold his bow and sword, he asked dryly, "Isn't Han Gongzi snow hunting together?"

This Han Gongzi had already floated past Zhang Yu between the words of the palm, and a soft aftervoice came from behind him: "It's boring." "I walked away without looking back.

The children of the family are divided into two factions, one is authentic, and they have been cultivated to the official career since childhood to consolidate the status of the family. One faction was sent to learn the mystery and improve the cultivation of the family. Looking at the back of the fairy, Zhang Li thought that Han Luoyu came to the Xuanmen.

"It's natural to enjoy the snow, but the beasts in the mountains are infested, so it's better not to be left alone. ”

Zhangli shouted loudly at the back, and when he saw that there was no echo, he shook his head, the children of the family are casually arrogant and willful.

Snow hunting naturally can't go back for a day, and everyone doesn't want to go back for important things. In the evening, everyone stayed in the mountain house. It is said to be a mountain house, and it is also a mansion with more than a dozen rooms in the courtyard of Sanjin. On weekdays, there are seven or eight subordinates guarding them, and they are equipped with all the clothes and food. The few people in charge of the guards counted the number of people, and when they knew that they had arrived, they entered the courtyard. It's getting dark. I don't know whose idea I did, so I moved the table to the courtyard, and a few bonfires were lit in the center, and everyone sat around the fire. The prey was piled up outside the courtyard, and some of them had already ordered people to roast them, and the smell of meat spread. Wine and food were also served, and while the adults were no longer there, these half-grown teenagers who were usually secular etiquette had a chance to have a good time. Everyone is a little impatient.

After all, the few people who undertook the escort were older and more stable, and the few people in charge of the hat chose side seats and toasted each other.

"Okay, good drink!" Suddenly there was a round of applause. attracted everyone's attention. Everyone looked through the gap and saw a young man leaning obliquely against the table, one leg bent and kicking the edge of the table, one leg lazily stretching out a bright red wide coat, and the lower body was surrounded by dark fur. The young man half-squinted, held the wine jug and poured it straight into his mouth, and drank half of the jug in one go. After drinking, he picked up a fine tooth knife, picked up a piece of venison, threw it into his mouth, wiped the corners of his mouth, and chewed lazily. Everyone next to him applauded. This person is Han Yue Han Luoyu, who met during the day, and I don't know when he changed his clothes.

Zhang Li was just about to get up and go to toast, and several young people from the family hugged him, and they all wanted to drink with this Han Gongzi. It was easy to wait until everyone had almost drunk and the toasters had dispersed, and then the palm of the man stood up, picked up a bowl of wine, and walked over.

At this time, Han Luoyu was already hot, and his face turned scarlet against the background of the bonfire. I saw that he widened the neckline of the wide scarlet flag, picked up a chopstick on the table with one hand and put it in his mouth, pulled up his long hair high, and pinned it with chopsticks. Bai Shengsheng's neck was exposed along with half of his shoulders. The whole action was smooth, and I was a little stunned to see the palm hat with a strict style in the barracks on weekdays. He didn't know if he should step forward with a wine bowl.

Just as he hesitated, Han Luoyu happened to raise his eyes and glanced at him, pushed the person next to him, and motioned to give up a seat. Palm had no choice but to walk over and sit down. He stretched out his hand to raise his glass and was about to toast, but Han Luoyu gently grabbed his wrist. I saw that this Han Gongzi actually turned his head over, opened his mouth gently, grabbed the wine glass of the palm hat and took it up, raised his head and drank it all, then shook his head, threw the wine glass on the ground, and then raised his hand and pulled out a short flute out of nowhere, closed his eyes and shook it and blew it. Although the cups in the courtyard are staggered and frolicking, the sound of the flute can break through these noises and rush into everyone's eardrums. Some people began to clap softly, others pushed their wine glasses, stood up and danced. Instead, he stayed there and didn't know what to do.

By the time the wine was gone, most of the people were drunk. The rest of the people carried the drunk man back to the house one after another. Somehow, Zhang Li actually volunteered to send Han Yue back to the house. At this time, Han Yue was already unconscious. The palm hat helped him wrap his robe, inserted his jade flute, and helped him stand up, only to realize that he had been barefoot. The palm hat looked around and didn't find any shoes left, but he was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he quietly took off his shoes and put them on him. The palm hat carefully held Han Yue half-supported and half-hugged in his arms, feeling that the drunk Han Yue was so light that he had no weight, for fear that he would break him with all his might. Fortunately, there were only a few people left in the courtyard who were cleaning up the broken tables, and no one paid attention to them.

Although the mountain house is large, it is not enough for one person, so everyone consciously gathers a room in three or two. Someone opened the door for them, and there were two beds in the room, on the left and right, which seemed to be prepared for them. The palm hat helped him lie down, removed the chopsticks inserted in his head, and his black hair scattered on the pillow. When he took off his shoes, he found that his slender and beautiful left foot was carrying a chain, and the red gold chain was pierced with two bells made of mutton fat jade. Palm Kasa smiled slightly, thinking it was interesting.

In the middle of the night, the palm hat was afraid that he would be thirsty, so he poured a cup of tea and helped him drink it. Since he got up, he couldn't sleep, so he simply put on his coat and wanted to walk around the courtyard. As soon as the door opened, a cold air came in, and the palm hat went out and hurriedly turned around and closed the door. The snow of the mountains is shining brightly with the bright moonlight, and the black and oppressive mountains in the distance extend countless associations. Estimating that it was past the end of the day, it was not far from dawn, and the palm hat wanted to simply go to sleep, taking advantage of the aura of heaven and earth, stretching his fists and feet. So he twisted his wrists and stretched his arms, and practiced boxing in the courtyard.

When he finished practicing, white gas was already coming out of his head, he regained his momentum, turned around and was about to go back to the house, but found that the door was open, and Han Yue was standing at the door with long hair scattered and looking at him half-open. He hurriedly walked over and whispered, "Woke you up?" Han Yue was stunned and didn't say anything. Suddenly remembering that Han Yue had no shoes and no fur, the palm hat hurriedly pulled him into the house, helped him sit back on the collapse, and covered the quilt. He turned around and closed the door, lit the fire, lifted the iron kettle, found that there was no water, took the kettle and went out of the house, removed the snow from the clean place, and hung it on the fire. After doing this, he felt that the room was very quiet, and when he turned his face, Han Yue was sitting in the quilt and looking at him quietly.

"Wait for the water to boil and drink a cup of hot tea, it will be warm in a while. The palm hat was fiddling with firewood in his hand, and he lowered his head and said, for some reason, thinking that Han Yue had been staring at him just now, he was a little nervous, whether his movements were a little reckless, or too skilled, making him feel that he had always been a person who did rough work.

There was still no response, and the palm hat was a little panicked, but at this time, the water in the pot was gurgling open. He hurriedly lifted the pot, was scalded by the handle, retracted his hand, lifted the corner of his clothes and carried the pot, found the tea leaves and cups in the house, poured two cups of tea, and brought one cup to Han Yue.

Han Yue still didn't reach out to take it in that position, and the palm hat was a little embarrassed: "Tea, okay, drink it while it's hot." ”

Han Yue pouted softly, as if to feed him.

Palm Li's heart moved, the tea in his hand was almost spilled, he was afraid of burning Han Yue, so he quickly removed the teacup, stayed for a while, and saw that Han Yue was still pouting and motionless, so he could only take the teacup to his mouth, just halfway through it, as if he remembered something, he stopped again, took the teacup to his mouth, took a sip, blew again, and then brought the tea to Han Yue's mouth. Han Yue pursed her thin lips and took a few sips.

The only thing in the room was the crackling of the wood burning in the fire. Han Yue, who had finished drinking tea, slammed straight on the pillow and fell into a deep sleep again. Palm Kasa breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly felt a little tired, and went back to bed.

When he woke up again, there was no one in the room. He hurriedly freshened up, walked out of the room, and saw someone sweeping the snow in the courtyard. So he stepped forward and asked, "May I ask Mr. Han, what about the others?" Seeing this, the subordinate stopped what he was doing, bowed down and said, "Childe went down the mountain." ”

I don't know. The palm of the hat was a little stunned. He thought that at least Han Luoyu was going to thank him or something in the morning. But he left without saying a word. From yesterday morning to now, this Han Gongzi has only said two words to him, and he is still boring. Is snow hunting boring, or is it boring yourself?

Section 2 Qingshan Stringless Ten Thousand Guqin

In the next few days of the Confucian Qing Talks, there was no figure of Han Gongzi. Zhang Li wanted to open his mouth several times to ask others, but he still held back. On the last day, it was a meeting of the Xuan. He must have appeared this time. Palm thought and walked into the auditorium. glanced at it, but still didn't see the young man in red. Two of them got up and talked about a metaphysical theory, but the palm of the hand naturally didn't listen, and only nodded politely in agreement. At this time, I suddenly heard someone say: "I have invited Luo Yujun to talk about Xuan." "Luo Jue, Han Luoling, is he here? I saw a person standing in the first two rows, wearing a moon-white robe with a waist, a high mountain jade crown, long hair draped behind his head, and a thin waist. It turned out that he was already there, but everyone sat upright and couldn't see their backs. Zhangkasa thought relaxed: Did he also come a few days ago, didn't I see it?

Someone whispered: "This Han Gongzi's teacher is Mr. Cheng Ji, and metaphysics is also authentic and decent." "Is it Mr. Ji Kang of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest?" "No wonder he is so romantic and uninhibited." "Exactly. I don't know what Han Gongzi has to say this time. There was an exclamation below.

I saw him bow deeply, and then turn around and salute around, his face was a little hot, and he unconsciously straightened up and raised his head.

Those who only listen to "those who call themselves gentlemen are at a loss for what is right and wrong, and those who do not violate the Tao." Those who are calm and empty will not be reserved in their hearts, and those who are bright and upright will not be tied to what they want. Jin is not yet in the heart, so he can go beyond the name of the teaching and let the nature; love is not tied to what he wants, so he can judge the noble and lowly and understand the situation. The situation is smooth, so the avenue is not violated; ”

Zhangli has studied Confucius and Mencius since he was a child, and he has not read much about Lao Zhuang's metaphysics, so he naturally can't understand Han Yue's Ji Kang saying, but the leisurely voice is slow and not paused, more like the flow of music. Looking at his back, he was a little stupid.

"Music can be mysterious, painting can be mysterious, everything can be mysterious. Xi Mingjiao has a do, the law is natural and inactive, and between the does and inactions, free entry and exit, and the way can be done. ”

"A good sentence can be mysterious, a painting can be mysterious, and everything can be mysterious. That's a good point, Luo Yujun, it's better to play the piano. Someone proposed, and it was immediately echoed by everyone.

Mr. Ji Kang's peerless song "Guangling San" is well known to the world, and I don't know how the successor Han Gongzi's piano skills are. Immediately, a little Taoist boy hugged an ink-colored guqin. Han Yue bowed deeply to everyone again and sat in front of the piano. Everyone whispered in unison: "Guangling San, Guangling San, Guangling San." "For a long time, and for a long time, there was no sound, and when everyone was wondering, suddenly the sound of the piano sounded suddenly, like a loose and far away, through the crowd and drifted to the mountain land. A wisp of light smoke rose from in front of him, and a faint rosin fragrance rose from the hall. Everyone couldn't help but elbow the table and close their eyes to listen. The sound is slow, the cigarette smoke is faint, and in the empty mountains, it is like a fairy land.

The sound of the piano rang for a long time, and the palm hat was drunk for a long time. Suddenly, someone whispered in their ears, and everyone opened their eyes. At some point, two fawns entered the hall. "Yo Yo Lu Ming, eat the wild Qin. I have guests, drums and pianos. "It's "Deer Song", Luo Yujun just played "Deer Song", which really attracted the deer. The crowd was amazed.

A good handsome Han Yue Han Luoyu, I saw him brush his sleeves and slowly get up, walked to a deer, lowered his body and stroked its head, took out something from his sleeve and spread it in his hand, the fawn lowered his head to eat, and the other one also came over. After eating, he patted the fawn's head and whispered, "Go ahead." As if he understood, the fawn turned and jumped out of the door. The crowd was stunned by this scene. Han Yue straightened up and was silent.

The palm of the hat was also surprised, the handsome boy of today and the drunken boy of the day before yesterday was simply different, but both of them were intoxicating.

There was no feast, and the last day of the Half Moon Conversation Society was over. Everyone was clustered, and the palms of the hats also poured out of the hall with the flow of people, and they looked at the remnants of snow on the stretching mountain of Keishan, and they were a little lingering. Suddenly, a little Taoist boy stepped forward and stopped him: "Mr. Zhang? My husband invited Mr. Zhang to come as a guest?" I'll pick you up in the afternoon. The boy smiled slyly and turned away. Palmsa shook his head in confusion.

Nervously sitting still, I don't know whether this gentleman is long or respectful, and he changed his clothes one after another, picked up the book, picked it up and put it down. It's past noon, the future. The time has passed, but the future is still the future. Halfway through the hour, I finally heard a knock at the door. He got up and sat down again, feeling a little annoyed in his heart. When the knock on the door sounded for the third time, he opened the door, and the little Taoist boy before noon slammed to the ground: "Mr. Zhang, I'm late, don't blame." The palm hat was not good for a direct attack, so he said: "The day is about to sink, and it is a little late to be a guest, so I will visit another day." Xiao Tong smiled: "Is Mr. Zhang annoyed? It's late, it's a night banquet." As he spoke, he made an inviting gesture. Of course, he still wants to go, after all, he is curious about who invites him.

The mountain road is winding, and after a while, you will arrive at a courtyard on the side peak of Mt. Kei, and you can't see it from the top of the mountain. On the plaque at the gate of the courtyard are written three beautiful lines of calligraphy "not to be placed". When he entered the door, he saw a slender figure standing under the porch, and when he approached, the man looked at him with half-open eyes. Han Luojun!

Entering the door, sitting down, and serving tea, this Luo Yujun didn't say a word, he stared at the palm hat, and he was extremely uncomfortable.

In the morning, Han Luoyu was wearing a moon-white robe, and now it has been replaced by a pink and white crane, and the belt is not tied, revealing the white middle coat inside, which is obviously not hospitality, but home. Compared to the blue school uniform of the palm hat, it was too formal, and he regretted choosing this one.

Don't speak, don't speak, or don't speak. "Ahem" He coughed dryly twice, trying to prompt the other party. But there was still no response. Break the deadlock with your own palm, and feel too ashamed, after all, I was invited, how can I be done here. He didn't speak, and I didn't say anything! The soldier with the palm hat stubbornly came out. He even thought that as soon as the other party spoke, he would get up and say goodbye.

After a while, Xiao Daotong brought up two small copper kettles and a stove, and placed them in front of the two of them, and after a while, several plates of meat and vegetables and pots of warm wine were also served. Until the water in the kettle boiled, there was still no sound. It was dark in the mountains early, and the lights were on at this time. The palm of the hat stared at the cloud of water vapor in front of him, and luck began to appear in his stomach. Suddenly, there was a jingling sound, and a pair of black lacquer chopsticks instantly stretched out, picked up the meat in front of his table, and threw it into the kettle, and the head of the palm hat did not have time to deviate. The meat was so thin that it quickly tumbled in the water and changed color, and the chopsticks were quickly picked up and stretched out to the palm of the hat's mouth. The palm of his hand was stunned for a moment, and when he raised his eyes, he was silent or he didn't notice, Han Yue was actually kneeling beside him, staring at him with chopsticks. Palm's face was red, and he wanted to take it, but he was blocked by the chopsticks, and it seemed that he couldn't open his mouth. He opened his mouth and ate the meat. The meat is very tender, and the people are very fragrant, which dilutes the anger.

Han Yue stuffed the chopsticks into the palm hat, poured two glasses of wine for himself, pushed one to the palm hat, and drank the other by himself. Zhangli simply didn't want him to open his mouth, so he picked up the chopsticks and learned to throw the meat and vegetables in the kettle just now, and ate them. Han Yue occasionally picked up the food in the kettle and ate two bites, but most of the time it was a glass of wine. Although I am accustomed to the noisy pushing of cups and changing lamps in the barracks all year round to grab food and vegetables, it seems that it is not bad to eat so quietly. Eating and eating, he was relieved when he thought that Xuanmen was particular about food and silence.

The dishes on the plate were bottomed out, and the flasks were empty. The palm hat put down the chopsticks.

Han Yue's cheeks were crimson again, taking advantage of her fair skin, she looked very good. He took his palm by the arm and walked to the piano table, where he did not intend to stroke the piano, but sat down beside it. Palm understands and wants him to play. Learning the piano is also one of the compulsory courses for the children of the family, although they don't know much, but they can also cope with one or two. So the palm hat waved his puff sleeves, and took advantage of the wine to bounce up. The song he chose was "Three Alleys", which he was more familiar with. Han Yue held his head in his hands, closed his eyes, and played with the wine glass in his hand.

After playing, the palm hat did not move, thinking that he was asleep. "Palm, I'm drunk again. Finally spoke. Although the palm hat is not good for drinking, the amount of alcohol is not bad, although it is also a little drunk, but it is not to the point of getting drunk. But this Han Gongzi seems to be a good wine, but he is not good at wine. A sentence of drunkenness shows that he knows about the events of that day, but he doesn't say a word. What a Han Luoyu.

The palm hat helped him up, still as weak as a weak bone, but this time he was not drunk and unconscious, his head rested lightly on the shoulder of the palm hat, his lips moved, and a very small voice still came to the palm hat's ears: "It's good." "Palm also thinks it's good, he likes to be a person to be relied on. In this way, the two got drunk all night and slept all night.

The next day, Zhangli said a lot, about his childhood, about the military camp, about his ambitions. Han Yue showed him a lot, his books, his poems, his mysteries and mysteries. Han Yue, who said in the palm of his hand, had not experienced it, but he listened carefully. Han Yue talked about it, Zhang Li didn't understand, but he was very stupid to watch. Han Yue touched the seven-foot iron sword in his palm, the rough Jiaoyu skin scabbard, and a pair of dragons on the sword grid with a peony. "What's the name?" pulled out the sword with a puff of his hand, and the two Yangwen seal characters "long side" on the sword body were black with a fishbone lightning pattern. The corners of Han Yue's mouth curled, and there was a smile in his eyes. "No ears?" "Weapons, it's inconvenient to bring ears." Han Yue turned around and took a sample and strung it on the sword. A look at the palm hat, it is a jade ring, the whole body is light red, at a glance, you can see that it is an ancient jade, jade. The palm hat touched the jade ring, which was warm and greasy. "Can you see Luo Yujun's sword?" "Hmm. Han Yue pointed to the wall hanging behind the machine, and walked over to take it off. The sword is light, the scabbard is silver, and the sword grid is actually a peony, he held the hilt of the sword and pressed the spring, pulled it out, the cold light flashed, the sword body was shiny, and the whole body was full of phoenix feather patterns, but the sword body was wordless. "Don't you have a name?" Han Yue said, "Originally, there wasn't, but now there is." "Oh, what's it called?" "Short side. Palm couldn't help but smile. You must know that among Ji Kang's four ancient songs, there are these "Long Qing", "Short Qing", "Long Side" and "Short Side". The two looked at each other and smiled, and each of them picked up their swords and flew into the courtyard, dancing against each other. The heavy sword is like a tiger roaring and the dragon is groaning, and the light sword is swishing and the sword wind is like a cloud and wind.

After a while, the sun was about to set, and the palm said, "I should go back, and I will return to Jiankang tomorrow." Han Yue greeted him to the gate of the hospital. "Drink less and practice more swords. After taking a few steps, the palm hat turned back and instructed. Han Yue nodded. When I turned around the mountainside and looked back, I faintly saw a figure.