Chapter 2 Primer

--one-- From Shanhaiguan to the capital, it is going east to west.During the period of more than 500 miles, there are vast plains and undulating peaks. The Luan River, Bai River, and Qinglong River flow on the plains, and the majestic ancient Great Wall winds among the Yanshan Mountains. Yongping Mansion is where the mountains and rivers meet. It is said that the feng shui of Yongping Mansion is not good for the king.Twenty-two years ago, the Qing court was still outside the customs, and the second eldest Bel Amin, who was in power with Emperor Taizong, was sentenced to death for abandoning Yongping.

When the soldiers entered the customs, the capital was Yanjing, and the Eight Banners were staking out land around the capital, the regent Prince Rui Dorgon took a fancy to Yongping again and forbade others to enclose it.Soon, the emperor took charge of the government, and pursued Dorgon's great crime of treason, cutting his title and posthumous title, having no family property and population, and "wanting to garrison Yongping to usurp the throne" is one of the main crimes. Some relatives and nobles didn't care about the lessons learned from the past. Once Dorgon fell, they came to Yongping Mansion to set up Wangzhuang and Tianzhuang.In the past two years, where the mountains and rivers are beautiful, gardens dotted with pavilions, high lobby houses on the top of the hill, and green brick houses with roll sheds appear from time to time, all the country people are stunned.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Yongping Mansion is not only bad in geomantic omen, it is simply a place of catastrophe.For example, that time when the second eldest Beile Amin abandoned Yongping, he massacred the city once before leaving, and killed all the surrendered Ming officials and all the people, regardless of men, women or children.Later, this place became the battlefield where the Ming army, Qing army, and Li Zicheng army fought repeatedly, and they fought over and over again like a lantern. Finally, there was no one to kill, and only rubble was left on the ground. However, the small people are nostalgic for their hometown and ancestral graves, and once the war moves south, they will return to their dilapidated homes one after another.Taking advantage of the fact that the imperial court exempts three salaries, light corvee and low taxes, and because Yongping Mansion has a small enclosure, the population is increasing and the arable land is gradually recovering. Only in recent years has it become a more prosperous mansion in the east of Jingdong.

In the tenth year of Shunzhi, Zheng Chenggong was still fighting in the southeast sea, except for the southwestern corner of Yongli in the Nanming Dynasty.For Yongping in the far north, the war is a thing of the past.After the farming work is finished and the autumn frost falls, at the most famous Dongyue Temple Fair here, teams of pilgrims from three villages and five villages flock to Hongqiao Town, where the Dongyue Temple is located. In front of the Dongyue Temple in Hongqiao Town and the intersection leading to the four townships, there are already a lot of tents and vendors.There is steaming heat beside the fire, and copper spoons are knocking on the side of the pot. They sell fried fruits, fried tofu, soy milk, tofu brain, offal soup; Braised eggs, grilled meat, red steamed buns; tea sheds and wine sheds can be seen everywhere; groundnuts, fried chestnuts, golden persimmons, and Shanlihong are placed in piles.There are the most small stalls, selling various toys made of wheat straw and foil paper: the red fish with the words "wealth is more than enough" written on its body; the smiling "lucky boy" holding a big ingot; "; the red velvet bat that symbolizes good fortune, etc.The main customers of the vendors are not the Saishen team, but the tourists and spectators from within a hundred miles.There are Han people who wear straight collar shirts, cross collar shirts, felt hats and cloth shoes, who are called "barbarians" by the Manchurians, and Manchurians who are called "Tarzi" by the Han people with long robes and short jackets, leather hats and boots. Mongolians; there are not only the peasants who wear loincloths, backpacks, and weather-beaten faces, but also the literati with elegant long gowns and bookish faces.No matter what kind of person they are, they will eat, drink and see enough at this bustling temple fair, and then buy some gadgets to take home: buy a "cornucopia" called "seeking wealth and wishful thinking"; buy a velvet bat, It is called "Dai Fu returns home".Just this auspicious omen is enough to make people feel happy.It's no wonder that the sun is just up, and the town is already full of people and noisy.

"Here we come!" "Here we come!" Cheers erupted in Zhenbei, and people flocked to the intersection and went straight for half a mile.They gave way to the main road and looked north.No!The Saishen teams from the two villages have already met at a fork in the road one mile outside the town, as if a colorful grove suddenly sprouted on the ground!The gongs and drums were loud and loud, and the closer they were struck, they overwhelmed all the sounds, making the festival-like atmosphere of Hongqiao Town even more prosperous. A long red flag two feet long and three feet wide, surrounded by a group of drummers, entered the town first!On the white side of the long banner, there are white characters, which read "Zhuanghu Tunjin Xiangsai Shenhui".The ten-faced divine banners that followed were equally tall, and they were divided into yellow, orange, red, green, black, white, blue, purple, emerald, and pink. They were very delicate and beautiful: some had vivid lotus flowers on their tops, while others hung They are decorated with bright tassels, some with long streamers, colorful threads embroidered with flowing clouds and seas, flowers, plants, birds and animals, surrounded by rows of big Chinese characters in white or black: "Imperial seal of the North Pole Hanging Tian Zhenwu Great";" The imperial conferment of the Holy Mother of Immortals, Bixia Hongde Yuanjun"; "Designation of the God of Coal Kiln in the Basement of Mountains and Rivers";... There are several people carrying a statue of God in front of each god banner.After the statues of the gods and banners, there are Zhuanghutun's special gatherings: five tiger sticks, yangko, and ten not idle.The colorful teams sang and danced, and changed ranks, which was truly beautiful.The crowds on both sides of the road surged, cheering and applauding endlessly.With the most enthusiastic sound of applause, it was thrown to the strong man holding the headband.The two-foot-long flag and the pole with the thick mouth of the bowl weighed no less than a hundred catties. He actually put the bottom of the pole on his shoulders, forehead and belly. He screamed strangely, but he moved quickly, twisted his body slightly, and regained his balance in an instant.

"The folk customs of the Northland are indeed rough, and they are inevitably vulgar!" A scribe in the crowd, wearing a purple-red velvet cloak, said loudly to his companions, trying to overwhelm the deafening sound of gongs and drums.His companion glanced at him and smiled noncommittally. Suddenly, a group of flute, sheng and flute, singing to the ear, another team of Saishen marched into the town. On the long black headband, a line of white characters was particularly eye-catching: "Malan Village Enters the Xiangsaishenhui". Like a gust of wind blowing across the sea, there was a surge of excitement in the crowd.Crazy spectators pushed and hugged each other, squeezing forward desperately, someone clapped their hands in the back and recited Buddha, and a few old women knelt down in the front row and kowtowed frequently.It turned out that behind the head banner, the divine banner embroidered with green bamboo, red letters on a white background, and the big book "Nanwu Nanhai Guanyin Bodhisattva" came slowly. Wearing a snow-white Buddha scarf, two locks of blue hair fluttering down to her chest, her long eyebrows are drawn into her temples, her almond eyes are half drooping, her red lips are slightly pouty, her pink cheeks are delicate, and there is a spot between her eyebrows that is as red as blood from a Buddha's mole. Holding a willow branch, motionless, it is a reproduction of the "Jingping Guanyin Statue".It's no wonder that the sound of picking is like a tide, overwhelming the gongs and drums; it's no wonder that some people follow the god's flag and bow one step at a time, and kowtow at three steps to Dongyue Temple to pray for blessings.

"What a Guanyin in the South China Sea!" The scribe in the purple cloak cheered and clapped and shouted.His companion was stunned by his beard, and after a long time, he murmured: "The treasure is majestic, the treasure is majestic! It's like a green lotus, and a lion tames an elephant. It's so heart-breaking!...It's worth visiting him." A visit!" The scribe in the purple cloak laughed: "I guess he is only a third-rate singing boy, does the laughing man have any intentions?" Extremely beautiful. This child is beautiful and bright, with bright eyebrows. If he can achieve something, it is unknown if he can sweep away the pear garden..."

While the two were talking, the statues of gods, stilts, dry boats, and lion dances were gradually finished, and the roadside audience also gathered at the end of the line, and they were about to enter the town. Suddenly, a little girl in a red jacket rushed into the town, slipped through the gaps in the crowd like a little red fish, and tried her best to chase after her.She was dripping with sweat, her complexion was pale, half of her thin face seemed to be taken up by big frightened eyes, and her small mouth was moving with difficulty, which was very eye-catching.She finally caught up with the pilgrimage procession in Malan Village, grabbed the tall and burly "Sao Weng" who was running the dry boat, and burst into tears. She whimpered and said something, and the surrounding villagers were stunned. The "Boy Weng" took off the broken straw hat on his head and slowly rolled it into a ball on his chest; while the outstandingly handsome "Guanyin Master" jumped up and shouted with straight eyebrows: "I quit!Back to the village! "" Back to the village!Back to the village! "Everyone came to their senses, and they all responded, everyone was anxious and yelling. So, banners, statues, dry boats, stilts, and two curly-haired black lions mixed with gold foil silk, colorful, tall, strange, and gathered together Looking at the thin and small girl in the red coat, she turned her head and rushed out of Hongqiao Town like a gust of wind.

"What's the matter? They don't offer incense anymore?" "It's likely that someone in the family is suffering from a sudden illness... But there's no need for everyone to go back?" "I think it's going back to the village to fight the fire!" People speculated in amazement and discussed a lot.Amidst the noisy noise, a panicked scream came out suddenly: "Enclosure! Someone went to their village to enclose land!..." Rodeo!These two words fell like a thunderbolt from the blue sky over Hongqiao Town and above the heads of tens of thousands of people. Expanding into horribly crowded and chaotic.

A few years ago, the staking of land in the area of ​​Gyeonggi has made people frightened. Now that Malan Village is enclosing land again, is it a sign that Yongping Mansion will suffer?People are no longer in the mood to offer incense and pray for blessings, and the Sai Shen teams from all villages want to leave the town as soon as possible; all the people watching the excitement, doing business, and going to the market also rush home.Many streams of people were tangled together, rushing at each other, I don’t know how many people were knocked down, crushed, trampled over, all of a sudden shouting here, screaming there, adults shouting, children crying, rushing into the crowded crowd The yellow dust shot straight up into the sky, covering the entire Hongqiao Town... After the yellow dust scattered, Hongqiao Town seemed to have suffered a catastrophe. The floor was full of discarded shoes and socks, broken clothes, trampled baskets, and broken baskets. Rotten persimmons and eggs, overturned offal soup.There are only a few dirty beggars, picking and eating in the dust covered with messy footprints.

The bustling market in the early morning and the lively New Year's festival atmosphere seem like a dream. At the head of Malan Village, there are eleven gods growing up on the trees, and statues of gods are lined up on both sides of the road, and the villagers in red and green colored clothes, with pink and black faces, have already scattered into the south of the village. Kawahara, the chessboard is full of pieces, guarding their own fields one by one.Under the old locust tree at the edge of the village, there stood several columns of brave cavalry holding small blue flags.Many common people knelt and begged, cried and argued around the leader of the cavalry, and "Sao Weng", "Guanyin" and the little girl in red were also crowded in the crowd. The team leader got impatient, took out his whip, and lashed left and right, before breaking up the surrounding villagers.He yelled: "Circle!" The cavalrymen screamed strangely, let their horses run wildly, and planted small blue flags around a large field.A villager knelt down on the ground, screaming, beating his chest and weeping: "My land! My land!..." The cloud bun, Buddha scarf and clean bottle of the "Guanyin Master" have long been lost. Where did he go? He turned into a handsome young man in a fat white robe. He suddenly jumped up and hit a warrior in the stomach, and slammed into him. , Immediately raised the spear and forced him from left to right. The young man was flustered and ran away, the cavalry chased after him, the tip of the spear was only in the back of the young man's heart.There was a flash of silver light, and the young man yelled "Not good!" He jumped up and rolled a few times on the spot, but the flying gun still pierced his left arm.He pressed the wound tightly, and bright red blood seeped from between his fingers.The boy raised his head, his eyes burst out with anger, and with a stubborn expression on his face, he stood upright and faced the swarming cavalrymen and their spears. "Gala Yilik!" With a loud shout, it was as if a thunderstorm had exploded, and figures were flying, and the blades were shining. With a sound of "嗖", two long spears with red tassels on their tips suddenly fell to the ground together.The two brave cavalrymen rushing to the front were shocked, they pulled the reins, and the horses raised their hooves and neighed.An old man, as strong as a steel tower, stood between them and the little savage, and cut off the points of their spears with a sharp knife.What is even more amazing is that although the old man's robe is worn out, he is wearing the symbol of the royal family - a red belt.These brave cavalry were obviously from the banner of the Han army, and they were immediately dumbfounded. The old man swung his knife and cursed: "Azigjuseboaitralaboaibatulusemubi!" The Manchu he spoke may not be understood by the cavalry, but they all knelt down in fright Falling down, listening to the string of curses thrown over.They could only understand the last sentence: "Duoholuo!" They obeyed immediately, kowtowed respectfully, and obediently pulled their horses away. The old man sheathed his waist knife angrily, ignored anyone, and strode back to the village with his hands behind his back. "Brother Tongchun!" The little girl in the red coat rushed forward, her face pale, and her big eyes were full of horror and pity.She held the boy's left arm and stammered, "You're hurt, you're hurt!..." Before she could say a word, tears rolled down her cheeks. The young man blushed and forced a smile and said: "It's okay to scratch the skin..." The villagers finally got together, talking about each other. Two scribes approached the villagers, wanting to find out the ins and outs.Unexpectedly, when the villagers looked at the two of them, their expressions immediately changed, and there was a cold hostility in their eyes, and they all avoided them as if they were avoiding the plague. The man in the purple-red cloak laughed and said, "You and I scare them away with our attire." Indeed, their dressing gowns, caps, and cloaks were all Manchurian.Although the villagers have already shaved their hair and left braids, most of their clothes are cross-collared shirts and straight-collared jackets that were popular in the Ming Dynasty. Women still wear short jackets, long skirts, hair buns, and a full set of Han clothing.The one with the beard couldn't help but sighed deeply. A seven or eight-year-old boy stood aside and watched the fun with his hands clasped.Upon closer inspection, he was actually a Manchurian doll in robes, jackets, riding boots, and a leather warm hat.The bearded scribe greeted him: "Ha ha bead! Ha ha bead!" The child jumped up happily, ran over, and said happily in fluent Chinese: "Oh, you can speak our family's language!" "Tell me, Haha, Zhuzi, what's going on?" "Enclosure! That little head of the grain households used the land to be filled with King An, and then went to vote for Tong Huangqin, and even put all the land of the people who had enemies with him. Go, pretend to be his own!..." The child pointed and enthusiastically introduced. "Oh? Prince An..." The bearded scribe was startled, collected himself, and asked again: "Who is that red belt?" The child proudly raised his chest, "It's my Mafa!" "Who are you?" Which flag? Why do you live here?" The child's face sank, and he shouted, "I won't tell you!" Then he turned and ran away.The two scribes stared at each other: there are so many strange things in this strange place, strange people! After a long silence, the scribe in a purple cloak said dejectedly: "I only said that the unjust prison in the south hurts the sky, and I just found out today that the enclosure in the north is also... Alas!" The bearded one looked at the delicate and fair face of his companion, and touched the depths of his eyes. With a cold light, he murmured: "Well, I will go to see Prince An early tomorrow morning." The eyes in the purple cloak did not look at his companions, and whispered: "Then, I will wait for you in the capital?" "It's a deal! "At the entrance of Malan Village, the two bid farewell. --two-- Just after the Waking of Insects, a spring snow fell for a day and a night without stopping.Thick snow covered roofs, terraces, and roads, concealing the usual chaos and filth.The bustling South City of the capital suddenly changed its appearance.There were few pedestrians on the street, and the little black donkey carried its owner, walking through the streets and alleys unhurriedly, throwing down a series of ringing bells all the way.The donkey's hooves made silver cup-like marks on the snow, and they were crushed by the naughty child following the donkey's tail. Turning into Lianzi Hutong, the little black donkey stepped on the stone steps of a vermilion gate, hoofbeats and bells jingling, so frightened that the gatekeeper stopped him, and shouted loudly: "You are unreasonable? How can you ride?" A donkey breaking into someone's house?..." The man on the donkey's back pushed back his hood, revealing a smiling face.Door Ding jumped with joy: "Ah, it's Lord Lu!" He turned around and shouted to the door: "Master Lu is here!" The inside repeated the notification to the inside. "Laughing man! You are finally here! I have been waiting so hard!" Someone shouted all the way, turned around the screen wall, strode over, grabbed the visitor's shoulders with both hands, and said with a smile: "My old friend is here, good luck! "The two entered the door hand in hand, passed the screen wall, and entered the corridor.The two of them broke up in Malan Village, Yongping a few months ago, and have only reunited until now. Naturally, they are very happy.The visitor looked very unrestrained and unrestrained, and said with a smile: "The red apricots in the garden are about to bloom, but the snow is coming again. The cold spring is as cold as winter!" It's very unfortunate. Before Prince An could intervene in the future, he paid homage to General Xuanwei and led his troops to defend Guihua City. I am ashamed to have lost my old friend!" A shadow of disappointment flashed across the eyes of the welcoming guests , and then smiled and said: "It's up to people to plan things, and it's up to God to make things happen. Why should you worry about it? I didn't expect much at first..." These are two famous scholars from Jiangnan.The visitor's surname is Lu Mingzhiyue, and his style name is Xiaotian. He lives in Qiantang and is known as Xiaoweng.He is forty-three or four-year-old, with long beard and chest, with a kind demeanor and always smiling eyes, making him amiable.The person who welcomes guests, Lu Jian, whose name is Wenkang, is a native of Renhe, and is a descendant of an aristocratic family.His face is white and beardless, his eyebrows are black and blue, although he has passed his thirties, he still looks young and handsome.Only by paying special attention can one discover the indifference and ruthlessness in the depths of his eyes under the cover of open-mindedness and calm demeanor.Qiantang and Renhe both belong to the Hangzhou prefecture, and the two were very similar in poetry and wine in their early years.At the beginning of the National Revolution, Lu Zhiyue was hired as a tutor in the family of a Manchurian general because of his literary name.However, Lu Jian was imprisoned in Jiangnan Ten Family Prison because of false accusation of treason.This case involving the ten largest gentry families in the south of the Yangtze River has lasted for several years, sometimes getting tighter and sometimes looser, and it has never been settled.Relying on his wealth, Lu Jian managed his business up and down, and he only bought a situation where he would not be imprisoned and humiliated. This time he went north to Beijing to try to escape, and happened to reunite with his old friend.It turned out that after Lu Zhiyue came to Beijing with his host family, he was admired and invited by the "Southern School" King Anjun among the Manchurian relatives as a guest, so he volunteered to speak to the King Anjun for Lu Jian.The king of Anjun went hunting in Yongping and stayed in Wangzhuang, so the two of them went to Yongping together.Unfortunately, it was unsuccessful. While talking, they have reached the gate of the flower hall.Lu Jiandao: "You came just in time. Today, my old friends in the south of Beijing held a one-day farewell party for me. They are all cynical and frustrated guests from other places. Listen." There were bursts of laughter from the flower hall, and some applauded. Someone shouted. "Come on, let me introduce you one by one. Many friends have admired you for a long time." "No need!" Lu Zhiyue waved his hands again and again, "You still don't know me? I love sitting alone drinking, listening to what others say, and observing everything Let's walk, savor carefully, it's a lot of fun!... You said a farewell party just now, are you going back to the south?" Lu Jian hesitated for a while, laughed, and led his old friend into the flower hall without answering.In this spacious and gorgeous hall, it is filled with the aroma of wine and sandalwood from the incense burner.More than a dozen people were sitting or standing, talking and laughing loudly around a round table inlaid with marble and carved red sandalwood.On the east and west sides of the flower hall, four sets of the same red sandalwood carved short couches, platforms and chairs are used to separate four small rooms, facing the main hall, disconnected and connected.The layout of each small room is different: or use mountain and rock bonsai to win; or hang piano swords and ancient tripods;Lu Zhiyue leaned comfortably on the short couch, suddenly felt the fragrance of plum blossoms.Several pots of ancient plums are in full bloom, adding a Jiangnan charm to this exquisite small room.Lu Zhiyue pushed Lu Jian out, and said cheerfully: "Since you're playing tricks, please go entertain others! Let me enjoy the happiness under the red plum blossoms!" Lu Jian walked back to the main hall with a smile.Two bookboys are helping a drunk to leave the table.This person couldn't even open his eyes, but he still raised his eyebrows and held his chest high, chanting inarticulately: "Putting out a knife cuts off the water and the water flows even more, raise a glass to relieve the sorrow and worry even more. Life is not satisfactory in the world, and the Ming Dynasty spreads out to make a flat boat!" ..." He staggered, and fell to the ground with a "gudong", causing everyone to applaud and laugh. Lu Jian picked up the radiant silver goblet with two ears engraved with the color of phoenix and peony on the table, his eyes echoed Lu Zhiyue from afar, and said loudly with a smile, "I'll say it again: this silver goblet can hold three buckets of wine, and it is better than drinking wine." For those who are not drunk, the silver goblet will be given away, and Lu Jian will drink with him to thank you for your kindness. Since the time of Chen, eighteen people have been drunk. Will this goblet eventually have no owner?..." There was a voice in the courtyard, "Come here!" A young man strode in through the middle door, the noise stopped abruptly, and several people by the door stood up involuntarily: what a suave and suave character!But seeing him with a moon-white hood, a moon-white gown, and a lake-colored cloak floating behind him, with slender eyebrows and long eyes, a bright nose and red lips, as bright as a jade tree facing the wind, he seems to be floating in heaven.He climbed the steps, went straight into the main hall, glanced at the eyes showing surprise and admiration, smiled proudly, and said loudly: "Come! Silver goblet to pour wine!" , Gently blow on the surface of the wine, and then suck like a long whale, sucking a small half of the wine in the goblet with a few big mouthfuls.He seemed to be in a good mood, he shook his head and waved off the hood, stretched out his hand and lifted the cloak, and "gudu gudu" kept drinking to his heart's content until he tilted his head back, and the silver goblet was buckled upside down.He praised loudly: "Good wine! Good wine!" He gestured to everyone with a silver goblet upside down in one hand, and then gave a deep bow in a very free and easy manner. Farewell!" Lu Jian immediately took the silver goblet, motioned for the waiter to refill the wine, and looked at the visitor intently, feeling very excited. Everyone was amazed: it turned out to be Xu Yuanwen, the son of the old Xu family in Kunshan, a family in the south of the Yangtze River!People looked at these two handsome men who met each other at first sight, and whispered anecdotes about the talent and fame of Mr. Xu: "...People say that he is young and has the capacity to be a public assistant. One day, he came back from the library. At home, when he crossed the threshold, he fell to the ground by accident. His father helped him up, jokingly saying: "I fell down a little scholar." Mr. Tinglin!" "So, I have traveled around the two capitals, wandering around the world, and have refused to become an official..." The silver goblet was full of wine, Lu Jian raised the goblet to Xu Yuanwen, bowed to everyone, and said loudly: "Don't be drunk and lie on the battlefield Laugh, how many people fought back in ancient times!" After singing, leaning over the goblet to drink, gradually straightening the waist, raising the head, and looking up, drank it all in one gulp, without leaking or dripping, silently, like a trickle flowing into a deep pool, naturally And calm.He threw the empty goblet to the little boy servant who came behind Xu Yuanwen, raised his hand high to the crowd, and said, "Thank you!"Only Lu Zhiyue, who was sitting on the short couch far away, looked at Lu Jian, frowned, and muttered with his beard. The banquet table was placed in the hall, and the hosts came to invite everyone to the table.Lu Jian was the guest of honor and was let in first.After drinking for three rounds, the drums and music blared together, and the stage was staged in full bloom, and "Southern Crossing" began.With the development of the plot, the audience laughed and cursed one after another. The first is Li Zicheng's entry into Beijing. Chen Mingxia and Gong Dingzi surrendered during the Jinshi, Huke and Bingke affairs of the Ming Dynasty, and were awarded direct command envoys to inspect the northern city.The two were triumphant and arrogant.On the second trip, the Qing army entered the pass, Li Zicheng and his opponent fled, and Chen Mingxia and Gong Dingzi fled to the south of the Yangtze River in fright.They shook their water sleeves and lost their souls.In the third trip, the two fled to Hangzhou, followed by soldiers, and in a moment of desperation, they hid under the crotch of Wang Shi, the wife of Iron Cast Qin Hui, in front of Yue's grave.It coincided with Wang's monthly event, and when the two came out after the pursuers, their heads were covered with blood... In fact, after Gong Dingzi surrendered to the Qing Dynasty, he was promoted to be the censor of Zuodu, and was dismissed soon after; He is a bachelor of the Academy of Internal Secretaries, but everyone reviled him, and both Manchu and Han looked down on him. "South Crossing" takes them as targets, which is less taboo and very venting.Therefore, when the two walked out of Wang's crotch, their heads and faces dripping with blood, the whole audience shouted hello, and the noise almost lifted the roof. "Crack!" There was a loud sound, and a thin, serious scribe jumped up and shouted, "It's unreasonable! It's not proper!" Although he was flushed with anger, he was trying to restrain himself, and finally changed his tone of calm: "It's so filthy, how can it be seen? Get clean water quickly!" People stared at each other and recognized him as Xiong Cilu, a literati from Huguang, who was famous for his moral writing.What's wrong?Do you want to do legal affairs?The boy servant quickly brought a bowl of clear water.Xiong Cilu turned his back to the stage and faced the public, calmly fetched water to wash his eyes, then closed his eyes and stood in silence for a moment before striding out of the living room.Everyone was stunned at first, and then burst into laughter. For a while, shouts of "false prudence" and "false Taoism" resounded throughout the hall. The laughing and cursing gradually subsided, and a deep and sweet voice was very clear: "You gentlemen, why do you need to laugh at Young Master Xiong! This man is upright and upright, with profound Taoism, and his future is boundless." The one who spoke was Lu Zhiyue with a smile on his face. Lu Jian smiled and said, "What did the laughing man promise him?" Lu Zhiyue stroked his beard and said: "A generation of masters, masters of Taoism. The sons and grandsons will compete for the gate wall." "What about Xu Yuanwen, Mr. Xu?" Lu Zhiyue said with a lot of taste like reciting a poem: "It is as light as a chrysanthemum, It is as warm as jade, as quiet as still water, and as empty as a valley. It has the talent to manage the world, has the capacity of a prime minister, and is a great tool." Many people smiled and exchanged glances in disbelief.Xu Yuanwen gave everyone a different impression.Only Xu Yuanwen himself grasped his wrist unconsciously, and a gleam of astonishment flashed in his eyes. An unusually handsome young scribe couldn't sit still, he stepped forward and gave a deep bow: "Student Zhang Han, 24 years old, originally from Jiaxing Mansion, please enlighten me." Lu Zhiyue squinted at him and said with a smile: " And write poems to express your ambitions." Zhang Han puffed his chest and concave abdomen, and chanted with high spirits: "Ten years of hard work on the chicken window, and the aspirations of Qingyun Baiyutang. I will wait for the spring breeze and Yangliumo, and the red building will compete to see the man in green clothes." "Nandu Ji" Xu Juyuan, the author of the book, is middle-aged, but very bold. He also came to write a poem to express his ambition at this time: "Fei Xue stopped drinking at the beginning, and walked on Qiongyao in the depths of streams and mountains. I don't think the cold invades people's bones, and I covet plum blossoms crossing wild bridges." " Lu Zhiyue nodded and smiled, "Zhang Zi has worked hard for ten years, and he can be regarded as a romantic Jinshi just by visiting the Red Tower. Xu Zi..." He looked at Xu Juyuan with thick eyebrows and big eyes, paused for a moment, and then said: "Xu Zi Although it is cold, it will be of great use." Zhang Han was both happy and depressed, his face flushed; Xu Juyuan laughed, not minding it, and went back to the table. Lu Jian asked in a low voice, "Xu Juyuan, you see Xu Juyuan, there seems to be something hard to say?" Lu Zhiyue replied in a low voice: "The beauty is too exposed, and I am afraid that I will die." "So, what do you think of me? Please speak up."" You? You have had a hard life, and you are lucky to come late." Lu Jian laughed loudly: "You know everything about me, so you can speak nicely!" Lu Zhiyue could see clearly, Lu Jian's eyes were not smiling, but they were hiding indescribable , Deep worry.Just like the mood of the whole party, shouting, drinking and laughing, and even the indecent "South Crossing", all these cynical and pretentious celebrity styles are all for the purpose of covering up and venting: to cover up The sadness in the heart, venting the resentment of frustration.Lu Zhiyue asked straight to the point: "Can't you trust your old friend?" Lu Jian's smile disappeared, and he stared at Lu Zhiyue silently for a moment, then reached into his arms, took out a letter, and passed it silently.Lu Zhiyue took out the letter and opened it, there were only a few crosses, all of which were written in a large size and very scribbled: "The rebellion case of ten families in the south of the Yangtze River is becoming more and more popular, there are many false accusers, and you will be arrested and questioned. Do not return to Hangzhou in the near future, it is urgent and dangerous!Thousands of thousands. "Lu Zhiyue gasped, frowned, and said in a low voice: "If this is the case, then the capital is not a good place, so you can't stay for a long time, in case the wanted documents are sent to the capital..." Lu Jian sighed: "Isn't it farewell today? "After leaving Beijing, where do you intend to go?" "Now I have a family and it's hard to return, and it's hard to find friends, so I have to travel around the world." "Lu Zhiyue pondered for a moment, and said: "Wen Kang might as well keep a message.When Prince An returns to Beijing, I will try to ask for a letter of pardon for you..." Lu Jian waved his hand: "No need!Lu Jian alone is worthless, ten families and ten clans, hundreds of households, thousands of people! ..." As he spoke, tears suddenly welled up in his eyes. Lu Zhiyue looked at him, but was also speechless. Lu Jian slowly wiped away his tears with his fingers, and said calmly: "There are still one or two trivial matters to be done, and I will leave Beijing in a few days. I will not meet again, and there will be a date later!" On the stone steps in front of the nunnery, there is a cage of birds; on the two-wheel cart under the stone steps, there is a pot of fish and shrimp, and a basket of snails and mussels.Birds are chirping all the time, fish are swimming in the water, shrimps are jumping, and snails and clams are poking out of their shells from time to time.When Lu Jian arrived here, he was already the last one. He hurriedly put a red carp weighing two catties into the water basin, and retreated into the ranks of the surrounding benefactors. Several monks in Shideng Temple lowered their eyebrows and clapped their hands together. After chanting sutras and blessings to the creatures, they opened the cages and released the birds.The birds were free, rushed out of the cage, spread their wings, and sang happily in the sky.Some were dumbfounded and stayed in the cage; or even though they flew out of the cage, they landed on the corner roof.It is said that the release of this bird means that the fate of evil has not been fulfilled, and it needs to be cultivated.As for fish, shrimp, snails and mussels, they are sent to the imperial city by carts and thrown into the Jinshui River.Because within the Forbidden City, there are few disasters of snares and bait. Lu Jian was very moved by the joy of the living bird.The release car went out of the nunnery to the imperial city, and he couldn't help following behind the car and walked straight to West Chang'an Avenue. Lu Jian does not believe in Buddhism, but he is a famous filial son and must fulfill his mother's wish. Many years ago, Lu Jian was only seven or eight years old. His father was a cabinet bachelor, and his family lived in Beijing.This time when Lu Jian went to Beijing, his mother repeatedly asked about this matter, but Lu Jian was busy running around asking for entrustments, and almost forgot.We are about to leave Beijing now, so we have to do it.Now that he really releases the life with his own hands, Lu Jian has a different feeling in his heart. He can't tell whether he fulfilled his mother's wish or blessed himself... West Chang'an Gate is far away, and Lu Jian's heart suddenly feels sad.Back then, his family lived near the West Chang'an Gate, in Li Ge's old alley, surrounded by the former residences of famous ministers and dignitaries of the state.He once pointed to Li Dongyang's former residence, and childishly scolded the hypocrisy and tact of the veteran of the three dynasties; he once got into the Baowen Pavilion of Yuan Zongdao's residence, and played hide-and-seek among the six big cypress trees full of shade; The garden is the paradise of his childhood. How many small footprints he left behind in the Stone Forest, Zhuzhu, Songguan, Naqushui, Yiyun Pavilion, and Xianlai Pavilion!Now all of this is taken over by those barbarian clans who drink blood and kill people like hemp!The "paradise" he loved since he was a child has been ruined beyond recognition...unknowingly, he has arrived at the West Chang'an Gate.The car for releasing life entered the imperial city, but Lu Jian and other benefactors were stopped outside the door.He turned and headed south, intending to return to Nancheng via Qipan Street, but he saw a black crowd gathered at the gate of Dengwen Courtyard, watching the notice posted by the gate. Lu Jian was curious and squeezed in.That was the announcement of the Dengwen Academy, saying that all cases of enclosing land for land transfer would no longer be accepted due to the backlog, and that all complainants should go to the government offices of counties and prefectures to appeal. The three halls under the gate of West Chang'an are called Dengwen Yuan; a small building in the courtyard hangs a drum called Dengwen Drum.The old system of the Ming Dynasty: People have grievances, and the relevant government can beat the Dengwen drum to file a complaint if they don't try it or convey it on behalf of them.The Qing Dynasty followed the Ming system and sent a Manchu and a Chinese Taoist official each day to take charge of the matter in shifts, under the Metropolitan Procuratorate.Now the time has passed, and the gate of Dengwen Academy has not yet been opened. After reading the notice, the people gradually dispersed, but no one left.The weather was extremely cold. People clapped their hands, stomped their feet, rubbed their ears, resisted the biting cold wind, and looked at each other from time to time. Their eyes were very heavy, and no one made a sound. Two soldiers came to open the door, and the crowd suddenly surrounded them.The gate was halfway opened with the sound of "cracker" when a young man rushed towards the Dengwen drum like a stone thrown out, pulled out a hatchet from under his cotton robe, and struck the drum twice in succession. The mask was split open, revealing a black hole.Everyone was shocked, and soldiers immediately rushed to hold down the young man, and pushed him into the hall with his axe.The complainants crowded outside the gate of the courtyard, all petrified. How the officials in the hall interrogated the young man was not heard clearly in the courtyard, but people saw that several guards pushed the young man down and beat him with water and fire sticks.The stick fell down, crackling and crackling, and the sound hit the ears, hitting the hearts of the people complaining in the courtyard.After hitting a full thirty sticks, the boy didn't make a sound.Two guards dragged the young man out of the courtyard door, and a burly man with a sad face rushed over and supported him in the crowd.Another book office stood in front of the steps and shouted to the crowd: "My lord, think that he is young and ignorant, so he should be expelled with a stick, otherwise he will be punished with a felony! Now that the Dengwen drum has been broken, the Dengwen Academy can no longer serve as directors, everyone should go back!" When to open the door, we have to wait for the decision of the superior. Let's go! Everyone go!" Everyone was driven out.Some people complained about the young man's recklessness, some felt sorry for him being beaten, they watched the young man lying on the side of the road panting for a while, and then walked away.Lu Jian, who had been standing outside the door all the time, saw that the child's handsome face was as pale as snow, covered with bean-sized beads of sweat, but he still looked stubborn and refused to admit defeat. He couldn't bear it, and was very grateful, so he went up Qian said: "I have a place in Beijing, follow me back to recuperate..." The young man glanced at him, shook his head vigilantly, turned to the big man and said, "Brother Zi Nian, I have to rely on you!..." The big man blinked thickly He opened his eyes and muttered in a low voice: "I, if I don't come back..." The young man gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry, brother Zi Nian! There are many conscientious people in Malan Village!" Malan Village?陆健心里一亮，拉住少年的手：“去年秋天虹桥镇赛神，你可是扮过观音？你可是叫同春？可是为圈地的事来告状？"同春和大汉一起望定陆健：“你？……”陆健连忙说明情由。同春恨恨地说：“为圈地，我们来击过两回鼓了，每回都说我们不该越督抚官来京控告，赶出院门了事。乡下穷得吃不上饭，哪有盘缠上督抚衙门告状？县府州官又不受状子，还有法活吗？左右是个死，豁出去了！……” 陆健叹道：“即便如此，不也没有告准么？你们以后怎么办呢？"少年和大汉都不说话了。大汉背起少年要走，陆健忙从怀中掏出一锭银子塞在少年手中，说：“我帮不了大忙，好孩子，收下吧！"少年一怔：“先生！……”大汉背着少年对陆健跪倒了：“给爷叩头……”陆健一扭脸，匆匆走开，再不曾回头。 一个时辰后，那大汉又出现在东安门外，破旧的棉袍外罩了件隶役穿的黑色号衣。他看准了两位御史大人进皇城的机会，混进跟从的隶役队中，顺利通过了东安门，从东华门边顺着紫禁城墙，一直进入阙左门。大汉走到高耸入云的午门之下，就转而向北，从队列中单独分离出来。他远远望见几名守卫禁城的护军营军校朝他大步走来，深深吸了口气，发出一声震耳的尖厉喊叫：“冤枉啊！--"人们惊悚地看到，一个穿黑褂的大汉，扬着双手、迎着护军校、高呼着向北疾奔，在距护军校们三五丈远的地方，突然掏出亮晃晃的匕首，照着自己的胸膛狠命一刺，又踉跄着朝前冲了几步，慢慢地倒下了。他仰面倒下，躺在了午门前的长条石板御道上。即使离得很远，人们也能看到，他的眼睛瞪得很大，定定地望着，不知是望着天空，还是望着那遮尽天宇、黄瓦红墙的威严的五凤楼！ ... ------------------