Chapter 37 Chapter 37 Daming Lake Warm Liu E's Posthumous Poetry

The heroes returned to the Wantong Security Bureau in Baoding City, and Li Cunyi ordered the servants to set up a few tables of sumptuous dishes to cleanse the crowd.They were full of food and drink, and the sun was about to disappear. Zhang San and Wang Jinting bid farewell to everyone and started on the road again. A few days later, Zhang San escorted Wang Jinting back to Jinan Prefecture in Shandong.Entering the city, every family has spring water and every household hangs down poplars, which is more interesting than that in Beijing.The two found a shop called Yunjulou, unloaded their luggage, paid for the car and wine, had a casual dinner, and then fell asleep.

Woke up the next morning and had some snacks. Wang Jinting said: "There is a Mr. Liu E from Jiangsu Dantu who published a novel in the semi-monthly "Xiuxiang Novels". How about going to have a look?" Zhang San said: "Since you've come, you'll be safe, and you'll have a look at the scenery before you go on your way." The two of them walked to the Quehua Bridge, hired a small boat, and rowed their oars.Not far to the north, we arrived at Lixia Pavilion.Get off the boat and go in. After entering the gate, there is an ancient pavilion with most of the paint peeled off.There is a pair of couplets hanging in the pavilion, which says "There are many famous scholars in Jinan in the history of this pavilion", on the top is Du Fu's poem "This ancient pavilion in Haiyou, there are many famous scholars in Jinan", and on the bottom is "Book of He Shaoji, Daozhou".Next to the pavilion are a few spare rooms, which are lonely.Go back and get off the boat, swing westward, and arrive at the bank of Tiegong Temple.The memorial tablet of Tie Xuan, a general in the early Ming Dynasty, is enshrined in the temple.When Zhu Di, King of Yan, fought for the throne with Emperor Jianwen, Tie Xuan stood firm in Jinan and repeatedly defeated Zhu Di's Southern Expeditionary Army.

The two of them arrived in front of Tiegong Temple and looked south. On the opposite side of Qianfo Mountain, they saw Buddhist temples and monks' houses, nunnery golden pagodas, and the green pines and cypresses, flying red and flowing green. The geese circled low and low there, like a landscape painting by Wu Daozi in the Tang Dynasty, making a screen tens of miles long.I was admiring and exclaiming, when I suddenly heard a fishing song.Looking down, the Daming Lake is as clear as a mirror, with tender snow lotus roots, pretty lotus pods, delicate purple lotus flowers, and green lotus leaves, all of which are green, purple, and white. Fascinating.A few gentlemen in white were fishing leisurely, and a small boat was moored on the shore, and no one cared about it.The reflection of Qianfo Mountain embedded in the lake is as clear as an ink painting; the pavilions and trees are even more charming.On the south bank of the lake, up to the market, there is a layer of green reeds, densely covered.It was summer, and the shouts of selling cattail fans broke the silence of the lake and mountains.There is a couplet on the pillars inside the gate, which reads "Lotus on all sides and willows on three sides, one city with mountains and half with lakes." Zhang San looked at it, nodded secretly: "It's really good!" Gongtingtang, facing east is a lotus pond.Around the winding corridor, to the east of the lotus pond is a round gate.There are three old houses to the east of the round gate, and there is a broken plaque with the inscription "Ancient Narcissus Temple" in four characters.There is a dilapidated couplet in front of the ancestral temple: "A cold spring recommends autumn chrysanthemums; a boat wears lotus root flowers in the middle of the night." When they entered the ancestral hall, they saw an old scholar in his fifties with a candle-colored face and a thin body. He looked like a withered lamp, wearing an old Ning silk jacket with two blueprints, a plain long-sleeved mandarin jacket, and a pair of royal blue short boots, which were wet to the side.The old scholar was holding a Duan inkstone and writing a poem on the wall with a brush in his right hand.Zhang San thought: "In the past dynasties, those who wrote poems here are all distinguished talents and celebrities. You, a scholar who is so bitter, dare to use an ax in this class. You are really overconfident. Isn't this obviously destroying cultural relics?"

I saw the poem: "Walking on Daming Lake, weeping willows are shaded by green moss on both sides. Daya does not disappear with fragrant grass, and the new pavilion is still open by the green. After the rain, the water rises far from the double embankment, and the wind blows the fragrance of lotus in all directions. Envy from afar Back then, he was a virtuous prefect, so he had to accompany him to the Shaoling wedding banquet." The inscription is Liu E, a common disciple from Jiangsu. As soon as Wang Jinting signed, he exclaimed in surprise: "You are Mr. Liu E?" Then Liu E slowly turned around, looked Wang Jinting and Zhang San up and down, and asked with a Jiangsu accent: "You two are..." Wang Jinting said: "I am Wang Jinting from the Ministry of Criminal Justice, and this is Mr. Zhang, who accompanied me to work in the south." A smile appeared on Liu E's wrinkled face.

Liu E said: "It turns out that Master Wang and Mr. Zhang are really destined to meet each other. They don't know each other face to face. The one I wrote has been published in "Xiuxiang Novels" for thirteen chapters. I feel unwell, so I put off writing for now. Now "Tianjin Daily News" has asked me to continue writing, so I came to roam this spring city again, collect some materials, and continue writing." Zhang San saw that Liu E's braid was different, it was thicker than ordinary people's braid, and it was coiled around his neck. Wang Jinting asked, "Where does Mr. Tie Yun leave?"

Liu E said: "The cloud lives in the building." "Oh, we live in the same place, and we are still called neighbors!" Liu E said: "I only came to this store late last night. Are you two just visiting Spring City?" Wang Jinting nodded. Liu E said with a smile: "I have traveled to Quancheng ten times, so let me be a guide. Yu Qin of the Yuan Dynasty wrote in "Jiangbo Tower Jilue": "Jinan's mountains and rivers are the best in Qilu, and the springs are the best in the world." The crown of springs, Baotu Spring, is called the "No. 1 Spring in the World" by some celebrities, and it is the first of the 72 springs in the spring city.

Wang Jinting said: "Sir, please come and visit Baotu Spring with us." Liu E nodded, and the three of them passed the Narcissus Temple, boarded the boat, and swung to the back of Li Xiading.The lotus leaves and lotus flowers on both sides clamped the boat, rubbing against the boat and chirping; the water birds were startled and flew away;Zhang San picked a few lotus pods at random and distributed them to everyone. While everyone was eating, the boat had already arrived at the Quehua Bridge. When they arrived at the Quehua Bridge, the three of them found a restaurant, ate some delicious dumplings stuffed with three delicacies, and then went to Baotu Spring to the south of Ximen Bridge.The spring pool is approximately square, with one mu of land, surrounded by finely carved stone railings. The three-eyed sweet spring in the pool makes a sound, as if rolling three piles of white snow, and the surface of the water is two or three feet high. These three streams of water are all taller than a bucket. Thick, the spring water in the pool is blue and blue, and there are countless fish swimming in it. When the bright sunlight shines, the fish seem to be suspended in the intoxicating green air.To the north of the pool is Luzu Hall, with a shed in front of the hall, four or five tables and more than a dozen benches for selling tea, so that tourists can rest.

There is also a slim woman leaning on the railing to watch the spring. She is wearing a light green calico gown and red cloth pants with big feet. It's red. Wang Jinting and Zhang San drank some tea with Liu E, went out the back gate of Baotu Spring, turned a few turns to the east, and found Jinquan Yiyuan.After entering the second gate, it is the toujia well, which is said to be the place where Chen Zun stayed.Looking west again, after passing through a double gate, there is a butterfly hall, surrounded by springs in the front and back of the hall.There are many plantains behind the hall, which are green and endless.On Dingbeijiao, there is a square pool among the plantain bushes, but it is only two feet square, which is the Golden Thread Spring.Liu E said: "This Jinxian Spring, the Baotu Spring I saw just now, the Heihu Spring outside the south gate, and the Pearl Spring in Futai Yamen are called the four famous springs." Liu E pointed to the spring water and said: " Look, there is a line on the surface of the water, like a gossamer, swaying on the surface of the water, do you see it?" Zhang San tilted his head, bent down to look, and saw the woman from just now appearing on the surface of the water, and she also stepped into the pool On the west side, he bent his body and turned his head sideways, looking down.

Wang Jinting exclaimed: "I saw it, I saw it! What's the reason?" Liu E said: "There are two springs below. When the water surfaces intersect, a water line is formed, and when the sun shines, the water line moves erratically, like a gold thread floating on the water surface." Zhang San frowned and said, "Why can't I see it?" Liu E pulled He came to the west side: "Tourists must face the sun if they want to see the golden thread clearly." Zhang San came to the west side, leaned against the woman, looked down the spring, and saw a golden thread free.

The three of them left Jinquan Academy, walked southward along Xiangcheng, passed the corner of the city, and there was a street market, heading east.Outside the south city, the water of the moat is clear, and the water and grass in the river are blue and faint, more than one foot high.As I walked, I saw several large pools on the south side of the river bank. Some women sat on the big stones beside the pools and pounded their clothes, humming a little song.Further on, there is a large pond, and several thatched cottages in the south of the pond, which turned out to be a teahouse.A few people entered the teahouse, and the teahouse smiled and served tea. The teapot was made by the locals after imitating the Yixing pot, and it was elegant.

Zhang San looked out of the window, only to see that woman from just now was also slowly coming.Zhang San asked: "Why does this woman always follow us?" Liu E smiled mysteriously: "She is alone, she is painted like silver, I think it is probably a local prostitute, we don't care about her, just drink tea. " Wang Jinting asked, "Where is the Black Tiger Spring?" Liu E said, "You lean on the window sill and look out, isn't it the Black Tiger Spring?" The tiger's head is about two feet long, but it has a width of five or six feet.A stream of spring spouted from the tiger's mouth, with great force, it rushed straight from one side of the pool to the other side of the pool, then turned to both sides, and flowed into the moat.When Wang Jinting saw the setting sun, wisps of golden light shone on the spring water, the scales were flooded with a special charm, so he walked out of the house and came to the moat to watch. Zhang San continued to chat with Liu E, from makeup, dulcimer to Shandong bangzi, and then to Shandong's Siping Diao and Wuyin Opera. They were having a good time talking, when suddenly he heard a "plop", Zhang San turned his head and looked, Wang Jinting was no longer there By the river, the woman was running towards the west of the city just now, Zhang San saw that the situation was not good, so he rushed out quickly. Zhang San rushed to the edge of the moat, only to see Wang Jinting showing half of his head on the river.is struggling.Zhang San couldn't help but jump into the river with a "plop". Relying on the good water skills he learned when he was young, he swam desperately to Wang Jinting. Before Zhang San's hand touched Wang Jinting, he saw Wang Jinting was supported by something like a fish swimming. , slowly came to the shore, and then was thrown heavily on the shore again.Zhang San only saw the two slender white hands, he was startled and suspicious.He swam over, and because the river was so clear, he saw a young girl in a blue and purple jacket, slipping away like a fish, leaving fine splashes behind, and the girl disappeared.Zhang San hastily climbed up to the bank, and Liu E had helped up the dying Wang Jinting.Liu Wa shouted anxiously: "What's going on here? Mr. Wang must have been pushed down by that woman, and he couldn't find the nest owner. Why did he do this?" Zhang San helped Wang Jinting to the teahouse, and the teahouse handed him Serve Wang Jinting to drink a cup of hot tea.Wang Jinting woke up slowly: "Back hurts." Zhang San lifted up his long gown, saw a purple mark on the back, and understood in his heart: this woman must be an assassin sent by Hong Sheng, maybe she was dressed up in Yu Chan Wing . Zhang San took out the wound pain relieving ointment and put it on Wang Jinting, called a carriage, and helped Wang Jinting up, Liu E and Zhang San sat beside him, the carriage crossed the streets and alleys, and arrived at Yunju Building in a short while.Zhang San paid the money to the coachman, carried Wang Jinting on his back, and went to the inn. Liu E found a doctor who came over to show Wang Jinting a look, and prescribed a prescription. The store goes to cook. After a while, the storekeeper came in with the boiled soup. Zhang San took the big bowl containing the soup and was about to give it to Wang Jinting.Suddenly there was a sound of cracking, a stone flew towards the soup medicine bowl, and the medicine bowl splashed everywhere, and the soup medicine spilled all over Zhang Sanyi's body.Zhang San was a little annoyed, and hurried out, only to see a figure flashing across the road and then disappearing.Zhang Sanpan helped him into the room, but the man had disappeared, and there was a dart pressing a piece of paper on an ancient locust tree.Zhang San took down the dart, unfolded the note, and wrote a small poem on it: Lilian Daming paste, Hungry Yu dumpling paste.It is difficult to distinguish the water from the spring, and the picture of the fake prostitute coiling the dragon. Zhang San looked at it for a long time, but couldn't understand it. He thought: Mr. Liu E is a man of ink, why not ask him for advice.He rolled over and came into the house.Wang Jinting looked better and was coughing on the kang, while Liu E was in a daze.The shopkeeper said: "I don't know who stole the rest of the decoction. It's really strange. Yunju Building has been in operation for more than 20 years, and there has never been such a strange thing. Could it be that a thief came?" Zhang San handed the little poem to Liu E, and said: "Just now when I was chasing the thief, I saw a piece of family name on a tree. I opened it and it was this little poem. I don't understand it. Please explain it to me, sir." .” Liu E read the little poem, his face turned green and white, and he said: "This little poem really has a story..."