When Lu Xiangsheng heard Yang Tinglin's sigh, he also sighed, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and said to Yang Tinglin with a strange expression: "Boxiang, come and see ......."

Saying that, he and Yang Tinglin walked out of the clean room hand in hand, and when the two of them turned to the front hall, Lu Xiangsheng raised his hand and pointed to the Huanghuali screen on the marble shelf in front of him, and said in a very meaningful tone, "I didn't pay attention to the furnishings when I first came here, and when I went back to the inner room to take a rest the next day, I suddenly had a grotesque feeling of an old man visiting in my heart." ”

Lu Xiangsheng nodded at the screen and said, "I don't know who wrote this on the screen behind the seat in the hall when." ”

Yang Tinglin looked at the screen curiously, at first his eyebrows were raised high, looking at the wild and uninhibited and very different pen style on the screen, as if he had seen something interesting, and the next moment, his high eyebrows were wrinkled together.

Lu Xiangsheng looked at the expression on Yang Tinglin's face disappreciatively, as if he didn't seem to be surprised, at this moment he listened to Yang Tinglin and then read softly, "Yigong's tears hang in the river, and there is nowhere to pour out in the nine places." If you want to ride the red dragon, please take your life. The world is drunk with life and death, laughing at those who are awake. I know that I have been young for thousands of years, and I am cool and never sleep. The righteous have no waste, and the fortune has metabolism. At the beginning of the funeral, the prince rode the king's horse. Strive to stand up the king of diligence, and tears of anger. There must be 30,000 people, such as from the nine heavens. The lanterns, chess, books and books are handed, and the laughter is mixed and sad. Holding the earth barrier flood river, a rope building. To the dynasty sect, I will not give up. The north crown is from the south, and the blood is blue and the heart is willing. Yan Hook is loyal, Du Shi is elegant. Jinyang's flesh and blood are wronged, and Dongshi is solved by swords. Sincerity reveals the sun, and the spirit moves the summer. The husband is so much, he is especially afraid of death. Tian Heng's old guests, white hair and rest of the holiday. Sometimes dreams of rock electricity, and consciousness should be sprinkled. It's not a biography without a middle, and it's written by whom. The soul returns to the south of the Yangtze River, and the village community of Qianqiu. ”

"Who mentioned this?" Yang Tinglin scratched his head and looked at the poem with novel sentences in front of him.

Lu Xiangsheng didn't answer directly, he turned his hand and motioned for Yang Tinglin to look at the other side of the screen.

Yang Tinglin turned to the other side of the screen, but saw that the pen on it was the same as the back of the screen, both of which were cheerful and smooth, alternating wild grass. The person who inscribes the poem uses the pen to turn round, containing muscles and bones, and the folding pen prescription round alternates naturally, and the most valuable thing is that this person moves the pen in the middle, according to nature, and the natural interest between the interaction is endless.

Although the work is quite interesting in the wild grass, in the eyes of Yang Tinglin and Lu Xiangsheng, two top intellectuals, the person who wrote this character is obviously self-taught, and has not received much traditional education from the Ming literati and ink writers.

Looking at the screen with fresh ink, the two of them glanced at each other at the same time, Yang Tinglin was itchy for a while, he stretched out a finger to rub the handwriting on the screen, and slowly wrote, "Yu is imprisoned in the north courtyard and sits in an earthen room." The room is eight feet wide and can be four fathoms deep. The single door is low, the white room is short and narrow, and the dirt is dark and dark. In this summer, all kinds of qi are concentrated: the rain is four sets, the floating beds are sometimes watery; the mud is half-smeared, and the steaming is full of history, sometimes it is earthy; at first glance it is sunny and hot, and the wind ducts are blocked, sometimes it is the sun's air; the eaves are yin and the wages are planing, which promotes the heat and abuse, and sometimes it is the fire; the warehouse is rotten, and the Chen Chen is pressing, and sometimes it is the rice gas; the shoulders are miscellaneous, and the bloody sweat and dirt are sometimes the popularity; or the corpses are destroyed, or the rotten rats are mixed with evil gas, and sometimes they are filthy. Stacking is a number of gases, and those who deserve it are rarely powerful. And to be weak, in the meantime, in the second year, fortunately unharmed, is the cause of the nourishment. Mencius said: "I am good at nurturing my mighty spirit." 'He has seven, I have one, and with one enemy seven, what trouble will I have!

Heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds. The lower part is the river mountain, and the upper part is the sun star.

Yu people say Haoran, full of gloom. The royal road is clear, containing and Tuming Court.

When the poor festival is seen, one by one. In Qi Tai Shi Jian, in Jin Dong Fox Pen.

In Qin Zhang Liangshi, in the Han Su Wu Festival. For General Yan's head, for Ji's blood.

For Zhang Suiyang's teeth, for Yan Changshan's tongue. Or for the Liaodong hat, clear the ice and snow.

Or for the teacher's table, the ghosts and gods weep strongly. Or to cross the river, generously swallow the hu.

Or for the fight of the thief, the reverse vertical head is broken. It is majestic and majestic.

When it runs through the sun and the moon, life and death are sufficient. The earth is based on it, and the heavenly pillar is respected.

The three outlines are really life, and morality is the root. It is not effective to give Yang Jiu, and it is really ineffective.

Chu prisoners were crowned, and the car was sent to the poor north. The woks are as sweet as gluttony, and they can't get it.

The ghost fire in the underworld is hot, and the spring courtyard is dark. Cow Ji has the same soap, and chickens perch on phoenix food.

Once covered with fog and dew, it was divided into barren ditches. No matter how cold and hot it is, Bai Wei is easy to find itself.

Sigh and frustrate, for my peace and happiness. How can he be skillful, yin and yang cannot be thieves.

Looking up at the clouds. I am sad, and the sky is very strong.

The philosopher's day is far away, and the punishment is in the past. The wind eaves show books and read, and the ancient road shines in color. ”

Lu Xiangsheng smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "Wen Wenshan's "Song of Righteousness"! Hang a portrait of Guan Gong in this bedroom, as if this is what happened to me. ”

Yang Tinglin also came back to his senses at this time, "My lord, you are in danger of the safety of the society, why do you make such ominous words?"

"Alas, this is the number of days!" Lu Xiangsheng seemed to be talking about other people's affairs, and his expression was quite natural in his speech, without any sadness and sadness.

"Ah?......" Yang Tinglin was a little unable to come back to his senses for a while, and he said in his heart, "My ups and downs are too exciting at this moment!"

"My brother has been born and died in the past few years, and he is exhausted, but the thief is getting more and more ruthless, and the more he is guarded, the stronger he is. Today, the enemy is pressing, the capital is in danger, and the younger brother, as the governor, can't fight, and if he doesn't fight, he doesn't have the above against the Son of Heaven and the people below. In such a situation, isn't it a number of days?" Lu Xiangsheng took the conversation away from the bizarre ink

"Kifu has been ravaged by the Tartars repeatedly, and the people's morale can be used to ......" Yang Tinglin's mind still kept on the two seemingly coincidental and ink-drenched inscriptions.

Without waiting for Yang Tinglin to finish speaking, Lu Xiangsheng opened his mouth to intercept him and said, "You can't just look at the people's popularity!"

The two of them gathered their minds and returned to sit down in the clean room, Lu Xiangsheng ordered people to change the hot dishes again, waved away the servants who were waiting, and then said, "In the early years of the Southern Song Dynasty, the morale of the people in the Central Plains and Hebei was not good?

"As a commander-in-chief, the boss still has something to do in the overall situation, so he shouldn't be so discouraged. Yang Tinglin obviously felt that Lu Xiangsheng's words were ominous, so he hurriedly comforted him.

"I won't tell you the truth, from now on, my brother can only do his best, and die for himself, as for success or failure, it will be paid to the heavens. Lu Xiangsheng spoke like an old man who was about to die, and his tone was full of determination.