Chapter 24 In the second quarter, Qin Zheng suddenly rises from the high-rise building on an autumn night

During the white dew season, Lu Buwei returned to Handan. After crossing the Chaoge River section, all kinds of rumors came one after another, and the most lively one was the story about Zichu.Lu Buwei was very excited, and immediately ordered the sails to be fastened, and he arrived at Baimajin Ferry in two or three hours.After anchoring, Lu Buwei went ashore and boarded the car, so that he could enter Huyu Yunlu in Handan at the beginning of the night.Before taking a bath and freshening up, Lu Buwei immediately ordered Yue Jianwu to drive to pick up Ying Yiren.Not wanting an hour to pass, Yue Jian Wucai came back in a hurry and reported that the young master had gone out to have a night out with a group of scholars. He waited for half an hour, but the old servant said that the young master might not come back.Lu Buwei chuckled and said, "It's a good thing to become famous and have more entertainment. Let's go and see Mao Gong Xue Gong."

Mao Gonggong was drinking tea and gossiping at Xue Gong's house, when he suddenly saw Lu Buwei coming in a hurry, he couldn't help being overjoyed.Xue Gong called out his wife's order, and in a short while, the hall was filled with wine and dishes.After three bowls of hot sweet mash, Mao Gong talked about the scene of Zi Chu's debate vividly. Nine is not far from ten.Lu Buwei was very emotional, and raised the big bowl at the table and said: "The two men cultivated people at a time when they were undeveloped, and they developed their talents on the day of mediocrity and atrophy. They are also true righteous men! No Wei respects two men and one bowl!" The big bowl was raised, Then he drank.Xue Gong said with emotion: "I'm waiting to avoid misfortune in another country, and I'm willing to live in the world. If it weren't for Lu Gong's grand plan, why would I have to re-enter the scholar forest!" If you want to talk about it, you have to say that Ying Yiren is a good guy! Once taught, he can learn a little bit, he is well-clothed, he is well-fed, he has a car and four horses, hey hey, he really has a good look, and he has become a character!" Lu Buwei laughed loudly Smile: "Okay! I'm afraid this son is not a personal character. If he is a personal character, it's easy to say." Xue Gong waved his hand to Mao Gong: "Don't mess around, let Lu Gong talk about the situation in Xianyang." Lu Buwei smiled leisurely, and spent more than half a year I talked about all the dealings in Xianyang, and finally said: "In short, the current situation in Xianyang is still in between. From my guess, the old Qin King has already taken care of Ying Yiren, so he would not take one in the enemy's country. In other words, the Qin court must select the prince from among the other princes at the same time. Whether Yingyi can succeed or not depends on our efforts.” Xue Gong pondered: “Based on the old man’s thinking, the old King of Qin knew that Ying Yiren is safe in Zhao, and he doesn't ask for his son back through diplomatic channels, because he is worried that Zhao's asking price is too high. If it is another country, he must have acted both hard and soft. He laughed and said, "You old bird! Qin and Zhao have a sea of ​​hatred, old Yingji dares to bring back the hostages, I'm afraid Mr. Pingyuan's uncle and nephew will cede Hangu Pass to Weishan Mountain! Hehe, this old boy Zhao Sheng is not afraid of Yingyi To be famous is to feed a fat pig so that you can pay a high price! The old brother is right, Lao Yingji is so hot, he would rather not have this prince than pee in the pot of Zhao Guo. Bird! This is the king, a living iron stone Heart too!" "Cough and rough." Xue Gong frowned and shook his hands, "I think that the key to this matter lies in two points: one is that the young master becomes famous and successful in order to increase his value, and the other is how to return to Qin? Let's see now. Come on, it is not difficult to become famous and successful, I am afraid that the biggest difficulty will be returning to Qin."

"What the two lords said is very true." Lu Buwei thought about it, "I will plan the return to Qin. The two lords just let the son take advantage of the discussion to make a difference." "Hehe, the old man has to say something." Mao Gong raised his white eyebrows, "This kid has been a little distracted recently, and the new excuse that the old man made up for him will not go well for three days." "You mean Ying Yiren?" Xue Gong was surprised. "If it's not this bird man, it could be me!" Mao Gong blushed as soon as he stared.

"Mr. Mao is a man!" Lu Buwei laughed loudly, "After ten years of hard work, once he becomes famous, it is inevitable to be distracted. Buwei will talk to him tomorrow." "How? Master Yiren doesn't know Lu Gong is back?" Xue Gong was surprised again. "I travel day and night, how does he know?" Lu Buwei said with a smile as he cupped his hands, "It's already four o'clock, so I'm leaving." He got up and went. Back in Yunlu, Lu Buwei was dizzy and his legs were heavy and he was very tired. He fell asleep on the couch and didn't wake up until noon the next day.Walking into the bathroom connected to the bed tent, I saw that the huge mahogany basin was already filled with steaming hot water. I stretched out my hand to try it, and it turned out to be cool and hot. I immediately threw away the large nightgown and lay down in it, soaking for half an hour. Immediately he cheered up, wiped his long hair dry, put on muslin underwear and a soft ramie long jacket, and went out of the bed tent.When I arrived at the front hall, I saw that a table of delicious food after drinking was ready: a stack of browned mustard cakes, a pot of beef bone tea like fat jade, a plate of fat white steamed turnips, and a cup of crushed green coriander .It is delicious and affordable, but it is the famous delicacy of Hu Yu, and people at that time called it "Manjing Niu Tea Cake".Beef bone tea is a dry powder made by Hu people who use beef bone soup and butter as the base, stir-fry it with pounded wheat noodles and Beidi coarse tea. It is commonly called "fried oil noodles". Extraordinary soup for strengthening the body and strengthening the stomach.Hu people need three skins when traveling far away, namely horse milk, beef bone tea, and Hu biscuit meat.Horse milk can quench thirst at any time, and beef bone tea and biscuit meat are the main meals for camping and picnics.After Hufu riding and shooting, the Zhao people adopted the Hu people's simple clothing and food customs, and the beef bone tea was introduced to the Central Plains through the Zhao country, and it was widely spread in later generations.Manjing is a root vegetable found in Hudi in the Central Plains, and it is called together with radish. "Poetry" says: "Choose fennel and pick fei." This fennel is manjing, and fei is radish.Later, Lu Buwei said in "Lu's Spring and Autumn Annals: The Original Taste": "The beauty of vegetables is the essence of the region."This is something.Coriander is a vegetable with a strange fragrance for the Hu people in the West. The stems and leaves are green and tender, and some broken leaves are added to the soup. The fishy smell of cattle and sheep is greatly reduced, and the deliciousness is increased. Call it "coriander".

Lu Buwei was familiar with the customs of the Hu people, so he sprinkled a pinch of emerald green coriander on the hot beef bone tea, drank a big mouthful of beef bone tea, and chewed a mouthful of crispy yellow bean cakes. Sweating, and then took a piece of steamed manjing, which is fat, white, strong, tough, light and refreshing, and swallowed it, and the whole body felt extremely comfortable. "Sir, I have already been to Qin's apartment, and the young master is still sleeping soundly." Lu Buwei suddenly turned around, seeing Yue Jianwu's embarrassed expression, he couldn't help laughing: "It's normal to sleep in at night when we come to drink together." Yue Jianwu said: "I have asked the maid, the son will return at five o'clock, and he didn't drink at all. " Lu Buwei said with a smile: "Let's go, I'll go see him." After tidying up his clothes, Yue Jianwu drove straight to Handan Lishifang in a black car.

The original structure of Handan City was extensive. Except for Wangcheng who lived alone in the north, the rest of the scholars, peasants, businessmen, and barbarians lived together freely.After the reform of King Wuling, Zhao State was prosperous and prosperous, and the city walls were repaired several times, and the pattern was gradually cleaned up. The whole city roughly formed a pattern of king city in the north, officials in the east, industry and commerce in the south, and agriculture and animal husbandry in the west.This official square is the residential area of ​​officials and scholars. It looks north to Wangcheng and south to Shangshi. It is quiet and convenient. It is really the best square area in Handan City.Before Lu Buwei returned to his hometown in Dongdong, he bought a small three-entry courtyard for Ying Yiren in Lishifang, and Ying Yiren had already moved in after the imprisonment was released.Yuejianwuche is proficient, and he turned two streets lightly and arrived at this quiet stone alley.There are four mansions in the alley, and the one in the deepest part is Yingyiren's Courtyard.When he arrived at the door, there were three or five carts driving out of the carriage and horse farm, and the voice of the driver was heard from a distance.

"This Zi Chu is too confused, he still sleeps when the sun is westward, it is even harder to see than Lord Xinling!" "It's strange! This Zi Chu was originally very diligent, how could he suddenly become contemptuous?" "Once a person becomes famous, he will become powerful. If you don't bother to see me, what else can you do!" "You son of a bitch! When it comes to fame, it doesn't necessarily mean your real skills!" A burst of laughter and cursing flew out of the stone lane along with the rattling wheels.Lu Buwei poked his head out of the car window and took a look intently. Seeing that they were all young scholars, he couldn't help frowning slightly.As soon as Yue Jianwu stopped the car, Lu Buwei stepped down and went straight to the porch between the two bays.The servants of the mansion were carefully selected by Jing Yun, they all know Lu Buwei well, seeing Yue Jianwu coming by car, the concierge servants have already greeted the steps below.

"When did you come back last night, Master?" Lu Buwei immediately asked. "At the first moment of Yinshi, the rooster crows twice." "How many days?" "On the thirteenth day, if it is early, it will be midnight, and if it is late, it will be five o'clock." Lu Buwei stepped into the threshold with a flick of his sleeve.Walking around the screen wall is a courtyard, under a few old trees with falling yellow leaves, one can see the white-haired old servant waving to the west side from a distance under the north porch.Lu Buwei looked back, the middle-aged maid who had become fair and plump was fiddling with something on the stone table under an old tree, but she didn't see it.The old servant's old and shrill voice called out: "Master, get ready to take a bath!" The middle-aged maid suddenly turned around and hurried to the main room.

"Dare to ask the elders to report: Lu Buwei pays a visit to the young master." "Oh, benefactor is here." The old servant bowed tremblingly with a smile on his face, "please take a seat in the hall, and I will make tea." "No need to make tea." Lu Buwei waved his hand and entered the main hall, "Please sit down, sir, I have a few words to ask." "No, it's convenient to stand, benefactor, but it's easy to ask." "Young master has been returning late for several days and lying high during the day, what is the reason?" Lu Buwei smiled lightly.

"Grandpa..." The old waiter was dumb for a while, his white eyebrows suddenly raised, his face was red and he gasped heavily, "Grandpa, you just persuaded the young master! This old man has been with the young master for more than twenty years and has never seen him. Such a lost soul! If things go on like this, the young master will be destroyed in Handan, and return to the state of Qin? This old man is heartbroken..." "Don't worry, old man." Lu Buwei supported the old servant who only wanted to kneel down, "You can just tell me the reason." "It's a pity that I don't know." The old servant sighed and wiped away his tears, "Young master always drives the car with the servant alone. For ten days, the old man only heard that the young master must go out every night. After drinking a lot, he ordered the servant to drive in the same place. Waited, and then went out of the wine shop alone. For three or five days, the old man was impatient, so he followed the young master secretly to see what happened. I didn't want to be stupid and be noticed by the young master outside the wine shop. The young master was angry and beat the old man almost with a whip Can’t walk back... benefactor, I’m in a hurry, but I don’t know why!”

After being silent for a long time, Lu Buwei, who is almost always a spring breeze, gradually loses his smile.The old servant quietly brought the brewed tea and poured it out. Seeing that Lu Buwei was still standing in thought like a stone man, he opened his mouth to say something, but finally left quietly without opening his mouth.At this moment, there was a sound of dragging footsteps behind the wooden screen, and a person came out with long wet hair hanging down his long robe and sleeves, and bowed at the head: "Mr. Lu Buwei couldn't help being surprised, is this Ying Yiren?His eyes were red and swollen, his footsteps were vain, his expression was in a trance, and he didn't even have the energy to speak.Lu Buwei remembered clearly that even when he was in distress at the beginning, Ying Yiren's eyes were always shining with the light of a cornered beast, and his speech and demeanor revealed a kind of desolate force of struggling to support in despair.Even at the time of the Liqiu debate, this son was still full of vitality.How could it be so sluggish in just half a month?While thinking about it, Lu Buwei showed a peaceful smile again: "Young master has been traveling a lot, and it's normal to be tired. Don't worry about trivial etiquette." After finishing speaking, he took a seat on the west side and smiled, "How? Are you used to living here? ?” "Very good." Ying Yiren said lightly, smiled absently, and sat down beside Lu Buwei in front of the case, "Mr. is tired from business travel, and Yiren should be cleaning up for Mr., but there is a reward to answer in the evening, Mr. Forgive me." "Remuneration in the evening, but who is it?" "Oh, Lord Pingyuan's subordinate Mao Sui probably still has that Huanyuan." "Three days ago, Mao Sui went to Yan State on behalf of Lord Pingyuan and returned to Handan?" "How so? No, Mao Sui, aren't you in Handan?" Ying Yi's NPC was embarrassed, and his face turned red like a cloth. Lu Buwei's smile faded away, and he tapped on the big case lightly and said: "I was waiting for the big event to be critical, Buwei came back from Xianyang, and was waiting to discuss many matters with the young master, but the young master didn't care about it, it's really unbelievable! Buwei Born as a businessman, I have always been displeased with big events. My son is so obsessed, what is the reason? If you can tell clearly, Buwei is confident that there are no unsolvable problems in the world. If your son’s heart is depressed, or you feel that you have achieved fame and are willing to live in Zhao, Buwei withdrew from now on, just pretending that he never knew the young master." "Sir..." Ying Yiren sighed and leaned over the desk, "Mr. saved me from dying, so that Yiren can forget about it?" While choking with sobs, he punched the case, "Sir, I'm bewitched!" Then he burst into tears. When Ying Yiren's crying slowed down a bit, Lu Buwei sighed: "Prince and grandson, what a miserable heart! The son and youth are hostages in the enemy's country, no family relatives, no relatives and friends, nothing to do, no ordinary people The joy is like confinement, loneliness and hardship. The only thing you can do is to mortgage your life. The desolation, sorrow and anger are beyond ordinary people's experience! The eyes seem to be stretched, but in fact they are wandering, and the son will be empty and have nowhere to go. Sentimental. I am so careless, I have never been considerate, I am really ashamed." "No! No!" Ying Yiren cried out, "Sir, I'm bewitched! God must have sent her here!" After thinking for a while, Lu Buwei walked over to help Ying Yiren sit down, patted him gently on the shoulder and comforted him: "My lord, don't be sad, you only talk about things, but if there is something wrong, everything can be solved. Come on, speak slowly " Ying Yiren stopped crying, took a sip of the tea that Lu Buwei handed over, wiped away his tears, and spoke intermittently—— One night half a month ago, Ying Yiren and Xue Gong and Mao Gong visited Lord Xinling together. They had a banquet and chatted under the lantern in the mao pavilion, commenting on the art of war in the world.This was originally planned by Mao Gong, and his intention was to make Ying Yiren worship a master of military science as his teacher.On the other hand, Mr. Xinling was forthright and forthright. Starting from Taigong Lu Shang's "Six Secret Teachings", he commented on "Grandson", "Wu Zi", "Sun Bin's Art of War" and "Sima's Law" one by one.Ying Yi's National People's Congress admired it, so he humbly proposed to copy the art of war written by Lord Xinling himself.Unexpectedly, Lord Xinling burst out laughing: "This old man won a false name in the first battle! If there is something to say about defeating Bai Qi, but he only won against Wang Lu and Wang Ling's generation, how dare he consider himself a military strategist? Let alone the art of war! " Even talking about drinking, actually avoided this topic. After the banquet that night, Ying Yi felt a little depressed, feeling that after all, there was a layer of estrangement between himself and the people from the six countries.Taking advantage of the heavy alcohol, Ying Yiren drove to the big lake in Nancheng, parked the car on the lakeside road, and drove into the red Populus euphratica forest.As he walked, Ying Yiren was stunned for a moment, nailed to the forest and unable to move away—— Under the autumn moon, wonderful music floated from the depths of Populus euphratica forest.That's right, it's Qin Zheng, the Qin Zheng who haunts her dreams!The desolation and long-distance agitation and sorrow make people's blood boil!Suddenly, Ying Yiren burst into tears, let out a long drink and sang.The hoarse roar reverberated through the air, accompanied by Shen Qinzheng whirling in the cold autumn night.Just as Ying Yiren was roaring and singing mesmerizingly, the sound of the zither suddenly fell silent.As the wind blew through the forest, Ying Yiren suddenly went limp and fell into the falling leaves.After waking up for a long time, he felt that his whole body and mind were empty, and he just wanted to fly up, humming the old Qin song in a low voice: "There are mulberries in Beiban, and Yang in Nanxi. There are cars and rickets, far away from our country. The black hair is getting old, and the martyrs will meet. Looking west at Guanshan, I miss my hometown." The low-pitched humming echoed faintly, and the sound of the ding-dong zither floated leisurely, faintly following the talisman, as if to comfort him who was away from home The wanderer is average.At that moment, every note seeped into his dry heart like rain, knocking on his already numb homesickness, arousing unspeakable tremors! Just humming dimly and joyfully like this, Ying Yiren almost sang the folk songs of Qin that suddenly appeared in his memory.He didn't leave Populus euphratica reluctantly until the fifth watch of the Diao Dou on the Handan city tower, with a full body of autumn dew.When he returned to the mansion, he sat in the courtyard in a daze until the mist cleared. Qin Zheng is Ying Yiren's youthful dream, and the deepest imprint left on him by his hometown Xianyang. When he was eight years old, his father, An Guojun, deliberately took Ying Yiren to the mansion of Meng Ao, who was still the fifth general at the time, for one reason: this son was obsessed with Qin Zheng, and the Meng family was the most famous family of Zheng instruments in Qin.When General Meng Ao heard that this young man could play all the movements of "National Wind" with a kite when he was five years old, he laughed happily: "A different man is a different man, and his name is true!" He immediately agreed to win Ying Yi. Ren accepted him as a student, and called his ten-year-old son Meng Wu to meet Ying Yiren, and told him to learn the zither together.At this time, Yiren's biological mother was often sick on the bed, and his father was busy with state affairs, so he couldn't supervise the studies of this concubine's son at all.Seeing that General Meng Ao and his son liked strangers very much, the father simply handed over all his son's elementary school to General Meng Ao, and asked the general to supervise his son like his son.From then on, Ying Yiren went out early and returned home every day. Apart from staying overnight at his own house, he spent the whole day practicing zither at Mengshi's mansion.Two years later, the uncle who was already the crown prince died, and his father might become the crown prince. The whole family was busy dealing with it, and the father didn't even have the energy to supervise the concubine's sons and daughters.Ying Yiren asked for his father's order, so he moved to Mengshi's mansion to eat, live and study with Meng Wu, and it was extremely enjoyable. The ancestors of the Meng family were originally scholars of Qi State, and they are known for their family education.Since Meng Ao entered the Qin State, more and more members of the Meng clan entered the army, and it became a family tradition of both civil and military training.Meng Ao was serious and meticulous, inherited the patriarch, and supervised the academic experience of the clan's children very strictly, so that all the subsequent Meng's children were all talented in civil and military affairs.This Meng Wu is also a smart young man, he is hardworking and eager to learn, not only can he master "Poetry" and "Le" well, he can play the zither well, but also he can never fail to practice the art of war handed down by his father.As soon as Ying Yiren entered Mengshi's mansion, he immediately felt pale. Apart from Zheng music, he knew nothing about other knowledge.Fortunately, Meng Wu, who is two years older than the Yiren, has a strong personality, never ridiculing the Yiren, and just like a little teacher, he earnestly tutors the Yiren. When the cock crowed at five o'clock, Meng Wu got up and pulled the stranger up.Practice sword for half an hour, wash up and have breakfast, followed by morning class, lunch, lunch class, and evening soup.Only when dusk came after the evening soup, the two of them went to the forest by the pool to talk about zither antiphonal songs until midnight.In these three years, Ying Yiren basically made up all the lessons that Meng Wu had learned, and both of them grew up to be heroic boys.Once, General Meng Ao returned to Xianyang with the army squadron, and invited An Guojun to check their studies together.As far as the schoolwork is concerned, the two of them can answer questions fluently, and their swordsmanship and zither music have also improved a lot. The general was an exception and praised it.Seeing that this concubine son who used to hide in his mother's small courtyard and talk silently about the zither had made such progress, An Guojun was very moved. During the banquet, he toasted General Meng Ao three times in a row, and insisted on presenting a precious jade pendant he carried with him to him. Meng Wu, a young man.In the end, his father sincerely begged Meng Ao, and Xu Yingyi continued to study in Meng's mansion until he became a crowned adult. "Okay!" Meng Ao clapped the case heartily, "Two sons study together, learn from each other and encourage each other, good thing!" Ying Yiren was overjoyed, and from then on, he and Meng Wu started a happy life like brothers again.General Meng Ao considered that he was often in the army, so he invited a well-educated old man from the family who had studied in Jixia Academy to live in the mansion permanently, and became the teacher of the two of them.This old scholar is not only proficient in Qin Zheng in both civil and military studies, but also has a free and unrestrained style of study in Jixia. He is really a rare good teacher.It was under the supervision of a professional teacher that Yiren and Mengwu began to study for adults to rebuild the world's knowledge: all schools of thought were covered one by one, but the key was only two studies. Mengwu majored in military strategy, and Yiren majored in law. Home, and jointly study the study of Zheng music. Every morning class is their own formal homework.In the afternoon, the teacher took two disciples out of Xianyang, or went to the Cangcang pine forest in Beiban, or went boating on the Weishui River.A quiet place was chosen, and the teacher spent half an hour talking about music, books and music theory, and asked two disciples to play the zither, and then commented on them one by one.Every spring outing, the teacher would stop the main class and take the two of them around the Guanzhong village, listening to farmers and scholars singing in the fields, listening to the spring singing of shepherd boys and girls, playing the zither when they encountered beautiful songs, and keeping the scores.In the past five years, Ying Yiren has learned almost all of Qin Feng's songs.What is even more memorable is that when he and Meng Wu come back every spring, they need to discuss writing lyrics for those "wild songs" without lyrics. ... Unexpectedly, the happy teenage life was suddenly interrupted.That year, it was rumored that South Korea would hand over Han Shangdang to Zhao State, and then the three Jins would form an alliance against Qin State.Under pressure, the prime minister Fan Ju, who is in charge of state relations, advocated: first make friends with Zhao, then threaten Han and Wei, and finally break up this Shangdang transaction that is extremely unfavorable to Qin.The secret envoy made several rounds of mediation, but Zhao Guo accused Qin State of being capricious, and proposed that if a prince could be unilaterally (not exchanged) sent to Zhao as a hostage, an alliance could be established.King Qin Zhao thought about it again and again, and finally agreed after gritting his teeth.There is a generally accepted tradition of hostages in the Warring States Period. If they are not the sons of the reigning monarch, they must be the sons of the crown prince. This is especially true for hostages demanded by big countries.At that time, several old sons of King Qin Zhao were in their early forties, each according to their actual positions, and they were neither suitable nor willing to be hostages, so they unanimously recommended An Guojun, who had already become the prince, to choose the hostage in Zhao.An Guojun had no choice but to choose Ying Yiren among the concubines. When the news came out, the sixteen-year-old Ying Yiren was stunned and cried with Meng Wu. That autumn, Ying Yiren's "envoy" left Xianyang.Meng Wu held a grand farewell party for him at Shilijiaoting.During the banquet, Meng Wu solemnly presented a pair of Qin Zheng to the stranger.Meng Wu said that this pair of Qin Zheng is an ancestral treasure of the Meng family, made of ancient pine in Nanshan.Yiren was so excited that he played the qin zither himself, and sang the soul-stirring song "Yousang in Beiban" together with Meng Wu... No one could have predicted that, two years after Ying Yiren entered Zhao, the Qin and Zhao countries began to confront the Shangdang and became mortal enemies.From then on, the official communication between Yiren and Xianyang was cut off, and he fluttered in the wind and rain of Zhao State like a paper kite with a broken thread.After the Changping War, Qin and Zhao's hatred was as deep as the sea, and Ying Yiren was transferred by Zhao Guo to a secret cave in the North Mountain of Handan and imprisoned.In order to prevent leakage of information, the guardian sergeant strictly forbids other people to play Qin Zheng.The only thing he can do every day is to sit facing the wall quietly, humming those Qin Feng songs that are deeply rooted in his heart. After the Allied Forces of the Six Nations defeated Qin, although Ying Yiren was transferred back to Handan, his situation deteriorated greatly.Leaving aside the prisoners, Zhao Guo allocated a few items that were clearly enough for one person, but they said they were for ten hostages. Ying Yi was a prince, so Zhao Guo didn't care!After two years, the old servant sold out all the belongings of the entourage, and the eight young and strong entourages still died of cold and starvation one by one.Once, the maid was dying of hunger.As soon as Ying Yiren gritted his teeth, he handed over the inseparable Qin Zheng to the old servant... The old servant staggered away.However, Ying Yiren didn't know what to do, and fell into a coma for three days and three nights. When he woke up, he was in a broken state, and the old servant and maid were so heartbroken that they cried loudly.From then on, the small courtyard where the prisoner lived was as silent as death, and the desolate local accent of Dingdong Qinzheng was no longer there. "Under the Populus euphratica forest, it's me, Qin Zheng!" Ying Yiren burst into tears with a punch. "With just one ear, can you tell?" Lu Buwei was surprised. "Yes!" Ying Yiren choked up, "Ordinary Qin Zheng with nine strings, Mengshi Qin Zheng with ten strings, the timbre and power are very different! The Nanshan mahogany, originally a rare material in the world, is made of Zheng board and string column, grand and deep as an empty valley Waterfall, how can another Qin Zheng have it? Not to mention listening to it all night, even if I pluck a string, I will never get it wrong!" "So, you go to listen every night?" "Yes." Ying Yiren nodded slightly, almost muttering to himself, "The new owner of my zither must be a clever man. Except for a little lack of strength, the sound of the zither is so beautiful that it is fascinating. I sing and he plays. He was not familiar with Qin Yin, so he followed me, and after three or five days, he could sing any song with me. Sir, listening to that Qin Zheng, Meng Wu will be in front of my eyes..." "Since the young master is this person's bosom friend, it's fine to go and visit him. Is that the case?" "I've been there." Ying Yiren wiped away his tears, "the sound of the kite sounded again the next day, and I followed the sound to find the depths of the Populus euphratica forest. Under the moon, there was a tall building surrounded by stone walls without a single light. No matter how much I shouted and sang , the building was always dead silent. But after I left, the qin zither drifted over leisurely, which is so strange! That day, I went there in the daytime. The stone walls are still the same, the tall buildings are still the same, but there is no The entrance and exit door, I climbed up a big tree to check. How strange! Looking in the forest, the towers are towering, but looking at the height, there is only a staggered and towering Populus euphratica forest. It is completely a ruined ancient house... At that time, I was in a cold sweat... But that night, I couldn't help but went to the Populus euphratica forest. When the moon rose, the Qin Zheng floated again, and I I also sang with forgetfulness until five o'clock." Ying Yiren's pale face flushed, "Sir, tell me, is he a human or a ghost..." Before he could say a word, he fell limply on the ground. on the carpet. "It's okay." Lu Buwei shook his hands at the old servant who hurried in and was frightened, squatted down and tried Ying Yiren's breath and forehead, then turned around and said, "The night is cold, and my heart palpitations are absent. Cook a bowl of thick ginger first." Soup, a tripod of ganoderma lucidum calming soup, feed them one after another, and then put the young master to rest on the couch. Then cook a dose of dispelling cold and dispelling wind soup and wait, and take it after the young master wakes up. The elders remember: I will come tomorrow morning. Before that, any People are not allowed to disturb the young master with any matter!" The old servant said in fear: "If the young master wakes up at dusk and wants to go out again, what should I do?" "Mother, don't worry." Lu Buwei said as he walked, "Please ask a famous doctor to stay here, and make sure you let the young master sleep through once. I don't think he will wake up overnight."