"Yao Lin, do you still dare to say that you will dedicate the immortal anointing to the Long Live Lord?" He Shen asked Fu Kang'an calmly.

Seeing Cao Xiangrui crawling on the ground barking like a dog, with a pitiful and painful look, Fukangan seemed to see the old Qianlong crawling on the ground, his heart twitched, and he trembled: "Shanbao, I was wrong

Yes, this thing is really tight. A good living person has turned into this inhuman state. It’s so scary!” He paused for a moment and suddenly said, “He wanted to kill you just now because he knew you.

Do you have immortal ointment in your hand? That’s right, now in order to alleviate the pain, I’ll probably let him rebel.”

"This is just him. What if half of the people in the Qing Dynasty are addicted to taking fairy ointment? Do you still think I am making a fuss out of a molehill?"

Fu Kang'an simply didn't dare to imagine He Shen's hypothesis. Now he knew that it was not sensational at all - he had only taken it once, and the taste was unforgettable. If he hadn't seen Cao Xiangrui's drug addiction attack today and got...

Without the fairy balm scene, I'm afraid I'll secretly take it again tomorrow, right? Thanks to Shanbao.

"This thing is too scary. Damn it, if you dare to get it back, I will burn it right now!"

"Why burn it? It's a pity to burn such good things. I'm still exchanging them for silver!" Seeing everyone's astonishment, He Shen pursed his lips and smiled: "Our surroundings in the Qing Dynasty are not always peaceful. You said, we

Sell ​​this thing to those chieftain kings and let them..." Glancing at Cao Xiangrui, who was still crawling on the ground with his barking dog, his voice became gloomy and cold: "Especially the Japanese on the other side of the sea, I must

Let them have a taste of this immortal ointment and feel what it feels like to be the sick man of Asia!"

"Sick man of East Asia?" Fukangan didn't understand what Heshen meant by this word, and he didn't know why Heshen hated that small country in the east so much. He started to purse his lips and smiled. He didn't know why these Japanese were offended.

he.

You've lost your composure! He Shen suddenly woke up, smiled to himself, and waved his hands, "Let's not talk about this anymore... Zimo, Mo Lin, you two find someone to get Cao Xiangrui out, find an empty room, and fix his hands and feet.

In bed, prevent him from harming himself. Then ask a doctor to prescribe him some medicine to regulate yin and yang and nourish the qi. The withdrawal from drug addiction is a very painful thing, but after these few days, as long as he never touches the immortal ointment again in the future

, it’ll be fine. Remember, no matter how much he begs, you are not allowed to give him the immortal ointment! Go ahead!”

Seeing Cao Xiangrui struggling and screaming as he was being tied out, everyone couldn't tell what they were feeling. Cao Xueqin sighed, suddenly got up and walked around the room, stopped and chanted: "The world is really ridiculous, and the more I think about it, the more pathetic it becomes.

Don't laugh at the idiots of the world, and have a bitter dream! In the prosperous and peaceful times, people are born in drunken dreams and dreams. Don't you know that prosperity is like a mirror? Those who know their destiny should not ask about their past lives. Those who are awake alone, their destiny has been determined early. Those who see through it will be heroes in the world. Those who are obsessed with it.

, It’s just a waste of life. Everyone is drunk and I am awake alone. Good treasure, good treasure, this is really multiplication, division, addition and subtraction, there is a sky above!"

Listening to Cao Xueqin's sigh that this poem is not like poetry but not like words, everyone was fascinated on the spot.

Fukang'an thought: Why does Shanbao seem to know everything? In the prosperous age of the Qing Dynasty, Amma often sighs and talks about all the disadvantages. Even the master is also full of hidden worries. Could it be that it's like what Qinpu said?

Was he sent by God to save the sky?

But Chunmei thought: What did Qinpu say, "Don't laugh at the world's crazy people, it's just a heart-breaking dream...it's so easy to see through it, so so obsessed with it." I am ten years older than Shanbao, and now he loves me and pity me.

I, or maybe I like my skin, will I still be like this in a few years when I get old and lose my appearance? He will definitely find a wife in the future, and what will his future wife do to me?

Qing Jing thought: Uncle Shanbao has seen through it, and Mr. Qinpu knows fate. Today's song, which talks about all kinds of things in the world, is like the sentence in "Happy Enemies" in "The Story of the Stone", "Zhongshan wolf, a ruthless beast."

, Don't even think about the reason for that day. Blindly arrogant, extravagant and greedy for pleasure. Looking at that, the beauty of the Hou family is the same as that of the Pu Liu. The daughter of the palace seems to be a despicable person. I sigh for the beauty of my soul, and I have been wandering for a long time. "No.

Is this a reflection of me? Fortunately, there is Meng Chan, but, as Na Qinpu said, "How quickly those beautiful years passed by! No more embroidered tents and mandarin duck quilts. Just this one with a beaded crown and a phoenix coat is worth it."

I can’t live an impermanent life.” Farewell to Meng Chan in the capital, I wonder if we will still have that fate when we meet again.

Everyone had different thoughts for a while, and they were dull for a long time. He Shen suddenly laughed: "What's going on? What's so sad about? They say life is like a dream, and dreams are like life. I know one thing, life is easy, God is hard to grow old, and the right way in the world is

It’s all the vicissitudes of life. Act according to your heart. Whatever the outcome, just let nature take its course!”

This is also Heshen's true thoughts. After time travel, at first he still held the idea that man can conquer nature, and was determined to change Heshen's fate, and then the fate of the entire country. Now that he has become more and more involved, he is full of knowledge about this huge but anthill.

As the empire became increasingly decadent, he gradually felt that it was difficult to maintain his independence. Especially when he discovered that opium, which had harmed the country for hundreds of years, was now quietly popular. He felt even more emotional and became a little negative.

But it was only for a moment. Looking at these good friends and brothers next to me, a sense of responsibility arose spontaneously. He smiled again and said: "I just teased you, don't be depressed. How dare Lu Fangweng write at the age of seventy: 'Zombie lying in an isolated village'

Don't mourn for yourself, but still think about guarding the Luntai for the country. At night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glaciers come into my dream. "We are young and energetic, and it is the time to make achievements. Now that we are in chaos in the country at night, it is time for us to make a great contribution——

Yaolin, let's leave for Suzhou tomorrow. I want to see what kind of bezoar dog Duan Chenggong is. Qing Jing, don't think that you women can't have a career. Clean up your house and go to Suzhou with me tomorrow.

After picking up those boxes of immortal ointment, I went to Zhuang Yougong to discuss selling the immortal ointment to the Japanese. Isn’t this man audacious? He would never refuse such a good thing about making money. In the future, he will do business with the Japanese.

Leave it all to you. And Chunmei, you can go to Sanqing Temple later. As for Qinpu, I don’t ask for anything, but I beg you to finish writing "The Story of the Stone". I am not bragging. This book is finished.

The date of this book is the birth of this wonderful book in the world. In the future, it will be spread all over the world, and even the Western barbarians will have to give you a thumbs up!"

Seeing He Shen's high spirits, everyone felt inspired and their previous sadness and negativity were gone. Qing Jing's blood was boiling, and the idea of ​​a gentleman dying for his confidant was swirling in his mind. He could no longer sit still and went out to arrange things at home. Chun Mei also laughed.

Forget it, go to Sanqing Temple without mentioning it.

Cao Xueqin also wanted to resign, but He Shen held him back and refused to let him go. He wanted to tell Cao Xueqin and Fu Kang'an the story of Jin Yong's masterpiece "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" that would be seen by later generations: "Don't even leave, Qinpu wrote

The book inspired me, and I also have a story to tell you. For advice, if it is interesting and you have nothing to do, you can follow Qinpu’s example and write it down to make those women cry!”

"Oh, Shanbao also wants to write a book? I'm curious, what kind of story can you write at such a young age?" Cao Xueqin said, it's not that he looks down on He Shen, he can actually write novels well.

Rich life experience. After the New Year, Heshen was only sixteen years old. Although he had suffered some hardships, he really didn't believe that Heshen could write such a meaningful story.

Fu Kang'an was very interested. He sat next to He Shen and urged: "Say it quickly, tell it quickly!"

When He Shen was teasing Tang'er in the Fucha Mansion, he had thought of writing "The Deer and the Cauldron" to please Tang'er, but now he changed his mind and felt that Tang'er would never fall in love with a carefree person like Wei Xiaobao.

Yang Guo's temperament is somewhat similar to his own, and he also has a passionate love between master and disciple. He has a deep affection for Xiao Longnu, which is very touching. If he really wants to write it down, Tang'er will definitely be moved when he sees it.

However, he didn't know what people's level of appreciation was now, so he had to test the waters with Cao Xueqin and Fukang'an first - anyway, it was a long night and he had no intention of sleeping.

Cao Xueqin also moved the chair closer to He Shen, not wanting to lose He Shen's face.

He Shen motioned to Fu Kang'an to help him sit up more comfortably, recalling the plot of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and began to tell: "This is a story about love. Qin Pu must have heard of that poem.

:'Ask what love is in the world, and it will tell you whether life and death are together...' Jin Renyuan's good question, the story begins here. It is said that in the Southern Song Dynasty, during Lizong's time, several girls were rowing on the Nanhu Lake in Jiaxing, Jiangnan.

The poem above is sung by Ouyang Xiu, which goes like this: "The Yue girl picks lotus by the autumn water, with narrow and light sleeves, revealing her double gold necklace. She picks flowers in the shadow like her face, and her heart is only tangled with threads. It's a stormy night at the head of the Jichi River.

, The fog is heavy and the smoke is light, and the companions who came are nowhere to be seen. The faint singing returns to the distance, and the sorrow of separation leads to the south bank of the Yangtze River." The tune was melodious and lingering, and it happened to be heard by a beautiful Taoist nun on the lake bank. She raised her left palm stained with blood and sighed:

'What's so funny about that? Xiao Nizi was just singing blindly, not understanding the pain of lovesickness and melancholy in the words.' Behind her, ten feet away, stood an old man in a green robe and a long beard..."

"The Legend of the Condor Heroes" written by Jin Yong is the one with the most emotional descriptions among all his works. It was later known as a "love letter". Its unique insights on love have always been praised by people. He Shen was hurt by love in later generations, and this

It can be said that he is deeply in love with this work, and every time he reads it, when Yang Guo and Xiao Longnu meet again sixteen years later, he will feel sad. Because of this, this work is unforgettable for him, and he knows it by heart, and now he talks about it with great enthusiasm.

There is no sense of lag, as if it was actually written by him.

It can be said that when Lu Liding and his wife died, Yang Guo appeared, poisoned by ice and silver needles. When Ouyang Feng appeared, Chunmei returned from the moon, holding a bulging package in her hands, and saw Cao Xueqin and Fukang.

An surrounded Heshen and was so focused that he didn't even hear him coming in. He couldn't help but curiously asked: "What did the young master say to make you look like this?"

Fukangan and Cao Xueqin only reacted at this moment. Fukangan sighed: "What a tense story. The Taoist nun said it was for her lover. She really loved Lu Zhanyuan, so why didn't she let his relatives go? Love turns into hatred, but that's all.

?”

He Shen smiled: "Okay, that's all for today. Judging from your looks, the story I told must be interesting. When I have free time another day, I will write it on paper and ask you two to comment. Now, I want to
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