Jiangnan, Hangzhou.

In the spring of March, the wind flutters, a hundred flowers compete for glory, the peach is like fire, and the willows are tender and golden. The grass is splendid, and the delicate flowers are curling in the spring breeze. The strange bird rhyme in the forest, the smoke cage outside the tree, listen to the yellow oriole Du Yu call the spring back, and visit the visitors all over the fun.

Xiang Zhuang and Ling'er rode white horses and came with the task of finding the famous Fan Zeng out of the mountain.

He didn't know if he could invite Fan Zeng, Zhong Liwu and Long He went to invite Fan Zeng before, but they didn't see each other, and it was said that they went to visit.

This Fan Zeng is really difficult to invite, this time Ling'er took the initiative to invite Ying to accompany Xiang Zhuang to invite Fan Zeng, although Xiang Zhuang was apprehensive, but he was full of confidence in Ling'er.

But when you come to Hangzhou, where the river flowers are red and the spring water is as green as blue, how can you miss the spring color of the West Lake?

"Passing through Hangzhou, if you don't go to the West Lake to go shopping, it is really a waste of life. Ling'er said.

"Guess that's what you'd say. Xiang Zhuang smiled, he knew her a little bit now.

"When you go to the West Lake, it's a pity if you don't try the 'Yayu' of Sanyayuan. Ling'er said playfully.

"Of course, since we are passing through Hangzhou, we will never let you leave regrets. Xiang Zhuang said angrily.

Yayu is vinegar fish.

The fish should be killed alive and steamed to be the best quality, after steaming, it will be poured with ingredients and sent to the table, so it is still steaming on the table, it is really melted in the mouth, fresh and tender.

Just like the "Yayu" in Sichuan, the vinegar fish is called Yayu, because this practice is popular in this area.

Ling'er took Xiang Zhuang to Sanya Garden, as long as he arrived at the West Lake, he would inevitably come to Sanya Garden to kill fresh fish alive and steam them for wine. This is her routine every time she goes to West Lake.

Sanya Garden is on the shore of the lake, facing a lake of spring water, surrounded by a three-foot-high red lacquer carving.

Next to the railing are a dozen or so white-wood tables that have been washed and shiny, each with bait and fishing rods.

The fish have been put into the lake and fenced with bamboo fences, and if you want to eat the fish, please catch it yourself.

The fish you catch by yourself seems to be very delicious.

Both of them caught a few fish, scalded a few corners of wine, facing the spring of the West Lake, there is no fish to drink, not to mention fish?

Xiang Zhuang said: "The bamboo leaves of the West Lake are really the jade liquid of Yaochi, and the entrance is soft, even if the gods are afraid to eat this elixir." ”

Ling'er Gege smiled: "Brother Xiang, this wine is loved by all immortals, do you think the seniors also love to drink it?"

Xiang Zhuang patted his head and said suddenly: "Ling'er's words are very true, the wine is matched with the famous people, let's bring the famous wine to invite the seniors." ”

While the two were talking, a painting boat shook out from the depths of the willow shade, with an emerald green top vermilion railing, carved windows, and a half-rolled bamboo curtain for Xiangfei.

There were several graceful girls sitting on the boat, and one of them was a woman in red who sang tactfully and brightly:

"Today, when you have to meet a gentleman in a boat, tomorrow when you wish to travel with a gentleman all over the world;

The mountains have trees and branches, and the mind is gentle;

You don't know how to worry about me, and your soul is so bad that you are white;

To the white head to the white head, what do you ask for the river water often know each other for a long time........."

A high cavity resounded through the sky, resounding through the West Lake, and the aftermath still lingered around the beam, not dissipating for a long time.

"Wonderful! This trance is my Chu Ge. Xiang Zhuang couldn't help but praise loudly.

"Unpretentious, sincere, it is really the voice of the people. Ling'er burst into tears, as if she had just woken up from her intoxication, and suddenly said in surprise: "You Chu Feng are strong and rugged, how can you have such a moving song?"

"I'm not sure about that. Xiang Zhuang said.

It's just that this song makes my heart sour, but it is beautiful and intoxicating. Ling'er sighed.

An old man with a white face and a long beard at the next table laughed loudly and said: "Chu is thousands of miles away, separated by mountains and rivers, and cannot understand the language, how can the folk songs be the same? ”

Ling'er and Xiang Zhuang stood up and saluted: "What the seniors said is very true, we are ignorant, and I ask the seniors to give advice." ”

The white-haired old man said: "Chu Ge has "Sun Shooting Dance", which praises the ferocity of the nine-headed bird, and "Mountain Ghost Dance", which praises the soul of Ying, but it is a pity that it ......."

Xiang Zhuang was shocked and said: "What the predecessors said is not bad, I used to have vast mountains and rivers and deep mountains. Now that there is no way to storm Qin, it is the time to recover my Great Chu. ”

The white-haired old man said, "Childe is cautious." ”

Ling'er asked again: "I don't know who the predecessor knows about the woman who just sang?"

The white-haired old man sighed lightly: "Those are the palace maids that Zhao Gao's eunuch chose for the current Second Emperor, and now there are riots, but the Second Emperor is still enjoying them." ”

Ling'er thought that this old man must be an extraordinary person, and asked respectfully, "I don't know the name of the senior?"

The white-haired old man said: "It's not enough to be a clumsy husband in the next country." With that, he got up and left.

Xiang Zhuang felt very strange and didn't know what to do.

Ling'er laughed: "Brother Xiang doesn't have to wonder, let's find someone to inquire." ”

Ling'er then asked the owner of Sanyayuan, "Does the shopkeeper know who this old man is?" and took out a silver ingot and gave it to the boss.

The boss took the silver and said happily: "Thank you girl for the reward, I heard that she is a strange learner, and occasionally after fishing, she goes to the small shop to drink a few dimes of wine, it seems that the surname is Fan, and she usually has no words, but today it is rare." ”

Xiang Zhuang was overjoyed and hurriedly asked, "Does the shopkeeper know where his family lives?"

The boss said: "It's at the left gate of Juchao Township." ”

Xiang Zhuang and Ling'er thanked the boss, and Xiang Zhuang and Ling'er hurriedly looked for the Fan family.

Ling'er and Xiang Zhuang explored all the way, the fields were sparse and sparse with a few farmers, there was not a single business traveler in the road, the beautiful scenery between the villages was still the same, but there were no chickens and dogs barking, and the spring was a little cold and sparse.

Ling'er and Xiang Zhuang came to a thatched hut and saw the word "Fan" written on it, so the two of them knocked on the door in front of the village and said, "Is Mr. Fan at home?"

A white-haired woman said, "My husband went out this morning and hasn't come back yet, who are you?"

Xiang Zhuang said: "I am Xiang Zhuang, a descendant of General Xiang Yan, and I have come to meet Mr. Fan today. ”

The white-haired woman said coldly: "It's from the Xiang family again, my husband is uncertain, and he doesn't know where he went." ”

Xiang Zhuang said: "I don't know when Mr. will return?"

The white-haired woman said: "The return date is uncertain, either three or five days, or more than ten days. ”

Xiang Zhuang was disappointed when he heard this.

Ling'er smiled: "If you don't see it, let's go back." ”

Xiang Zhuang was puzzled: "Why don't we wait for Mr. Fan more." ”

Ling'er said: "Let's go first, Brother Xiang, and wait a few days to come and listen." ”

Xiang Zhuang had no choice but to instruct the white-haired woman: "If Mr. comes back, please ask Mrs. to tell Xiang Zhuang to visit." ”

The two of them then got on the horse, and after a few miles, Xiang Zhuang asked: "Mr. Fan is uncertain, what should I do about this?"

Ling'er smiled but did not answer, only rode a horse to watch the scenery in the nest, the mountain is not high and elegant, the water is not deep and clear, the land is not wide and flat, the forest is not big and lush, a pair of swallows just flew out of the peach blossom forest, landed on the vermilion railing of the small bridge, whispered, and did not know what to say.