"The carriages are rolling, the horses are rustling, and the pedestrians are carrying their bows and arrows. The mother and the wife are walking to see each other off, and the Xianyang Bridge is nowhere to be seen..."
On the bumpy official road, a group of carriages and horses walked slowly, as if they were traveling in the mountains and rivers. Walking on the bank of the river. There were nearly a hundred people in the group alone, and most of them were wearing bright clothes and wearing long waistbands.
You can tell at a glance whether he is a guard of a wealthy family. There are also seven or eight carriages, almost filling the official road. Passers-by on the official road can tell at a glance that the nobleman in the car is not easy to mess with, and the people in Yuanji have to avoid it. Fortunately, that
A noble man can be considered benevolent, and he will go about his own business without disturbing the common people.
"Amitabha, although the song "War Chariots" in the east of the hall has quite an ancient meaning, it does not suit the occasion very well."
There was a carriage in the middle. The driver, who was dressed in black, heard the poems recited by the people in the carriage and turned sideways to speak outside the carriage. Pedestrians heard him pronouncing the Buddha's name and couldn't help but look sideways at Yuanji, but they saw that his head was shining brightly.
Wa Liang actually took him seriously as a monk. It was indeed rare for a monk to be a coach driver, so some people couldn't help but take a few more glances.
"It doesn't matter if the occasion comes. I just want to go out of Beijing and see the beautiful rivers and mountains. I want to recite a few poems to express my feelings. When I opened the curtain, I saw Brother Chang with a bow and arrow on his waist. I immediately thought of that poem."
The monk acting as the driver in the carriage is undoubtedly Yao Guangxiao, and the so-called nobleman in the carriage is undoubtedly Zhu Su. Reciting a poem casually is a wrong use of the allusion, and it is natural that Zhu Su is so good.
It was just some ink. Fortunately, he was quite thick-skinned. Even when Yao Guangxiao pointed it out bluntly, he didn't blush. He just found an excuse and got over it.
"My monk is very ignorant. It is rare for the master of the palace to recite a poem for him, but I am very fond of chattering."
"He thought that the poem was good. It was neither about 'war chariots' nor 'bows and arrows'. It was a hundred times better than those sour poems."
"Is Dian Dong's poetic talent very famous in Yingtian? Those girls in Fule Yuan are nymphomaniacs who recite the phrase 'Look at the clouds at dawn' every day. Dian Dong, I will not listen to that monk, continue
Please finish composing that poem for me, Lao Chang, so that those sisters can also talk about our Lao Chang’s sins and go crazy!”
A military attache wearing a blue robe and carrying a bow and arrow came to Zhu Su's car. He scolded Yao Guangxiao for a few words, and then Zhu Su opened the car curtain by mistake and said loudly. This man had a rough face and a heroic tone, and he was very similar to Yao Guangxiao.
The expensive robe he wore looked quite out of place, but he was not one of the few dukes in the Ming Dynasty. It was Chang Yuchun's eldest son, Chang Mao, who had succeeded to the dukedom of Zheng in the Ming Dynasty.
Zhu Biao's wife is Chang Yuchun's daughter and Chang Mao's sister. Of course, Chang Mao is also a natural member of the prince's party. At that time, Zhu Biao asked Zhu Biao to send people to protect Zhu Su's surroundings to show their brothers to the people in the court.
The two of them are intimate.
Zhu Su originally thought that Zhu Biao could at most send a team of prince guards to accompany him to Suzhou. However, he did not expect that Zhu Biao actually persuaded the dignified Zheng Guogong Chang Mao and led hundreds of Chang Yuchun to train him personally.
The elite soldiers served as Zhu Su's bodyguards at a reduced price.
Maybe he heard a lot of good things from his own sister, or maybe Zhu Biao specifically asked him, but Zhu Su Changmao, who had a bad reputation among the nobles for killing Zhu Siam Ruming, was mistaken for being extremely enthusiastic. Zhu Sucheng was afraid that he would say
Although Chang Mao held a high position, he was not as careless as ordinary rough men, and he did not even have a carriage.
When he could not leave, he personally rode his horse to protect Zhu Su. Although Zhu Su was moved, he also treated him sincerely.
"Brother Chang, that poem was not written by him." Hearing what Chang Mao said, Zhu Su had to explain. "That poem was not written by Du Fu and Du Gongbu, the sages of the Tang Dynasty. It was not about war.
At that time, the people were in a tragic situation of being displaced.”
"It is clear that the Ming Dynasty was prosperous and full of waste, but it was not consistent with the tragic situation in the poem. Therefore, Monk Yao said that his recitation of this poem was not suitable for the occasion. He was also afraid that his random use of allusions would make others laugh."
"Poetry from the Tang Dynasty?" Chang Mao was not dissatisfied. "No matter when the poem was recited by Dian Dong, we, Chang, will regard it as mine."
"Just because the guy surnamed Du chanted it first, I think there's no way it could be sung like the song Xiao Kan or something like that. Otherwise, Mingyue and I, Lao Chang, would be able to take advantage of the light of the east of the palace, and in front of those sisters
I kept talking about it in my mouth several times!"
Seeing that he was thinking about the sister of Fule Yuan, Zhu Su couldn't help but feel funny. He stopped answering the topic and turned his head to look into the distance. He saw that the full moon in the sky was already red, and the red clouds in the sky were reflected in the rolling Yangtze River.
In front of him, Di Meng turned his horse around and came to the carriage and said, "It's getting late in the east of the palace."
"The bright moon is afraid that I will not be able to enter the city. Please tell me where to camp. I would like to ask you to show me the east."
"Oh?" Zhu Su raised his eyebrows. According to the original itinerary, there was no need to camp in the wild. Because he was just greedy for the beautiful scenery on the road, so he asked the team to follow a detour. Thinking of this, he felt a little bit proud.
The blame came: "But he just didn't think well enough. He caused all the brothers to sleep in the wilderness with Brother Chang..."
"Brother Chang has been fighting for a long time. I should rely on you when I go out. Can you tell me where they can stay tomorrow night?"
Chang Mao was very happy to see that Zhu Su valued him so much. He had always endured hardships like his father Chang Yuchun, so how could he be so particular about sleeping in the open air when he was out? Hearing this, he smiled boldly and said: "Dong Dong
Don’t blame yourself. When they entered the city, they didn’t ask for accommodation in the military camp. The military camp is simple and shabby, which is the same as sleeping in the wilderness. But finding a place to camp on your own can give you some wild fun."
"He remembered that there was a temple in the mountain in front and there was a water source. If they had not camped outside the temple, I would have found a room in the temple to the east of the temple and paid for one night. It was better than crowding in with the rough guys in the army.
I can make do in Buyingzi. How about it?"
His arrangement was very appropriate, and he took care of Zhu Su. How could Zhu Su have any reason to refuse? He nodded and agreed. So while it was still dark, a group of carriages and horses headed towards the city.
Go to the temple that Chang Mao mentioned.
When we arrived at the entrance of the temple, it was already dark. The temple was not very big, and it looked quite dilapidated. It was different from the Bifeng Temple, which looked like a rich temple. And there were only one monk inside.
There were only two people, the abbot and a young novice monk. Tan Ma, who had gone ahead, informed the abbot of the temple in advance, and the abbot was already waiting for Zhu Su's arrival by the roadside.
"Old man, he accidentally missed the time when he entered the city, so he is disturbing us." Seeing that the old man had a kind face and kind eyes, and that he was staying in a precious place, Zhu Su said kindly to Yan.
"The noble man is here. Is this temple in full bloom? There's no way to complain!" The old abbot clasped his legs together. Seeing that Zhu Su also brought the monk Yao Guangxiao with him, he thought that the young noble man was also a Buddhist worshiper, and even more so.
Does it look dignified and precious?
A large number of people made a fire and stationed themselves outside the temple. Zhu Su took Di Meng and Chang Mao and others into the temple. Seeing that the old abbot was taking a young novice with him, Zhu Su couldn't help but wonder: "Old man, that's a big one."
Could it be that there are only two of us, one old and one young, taking care of the temple?"
"If I'm getting older, wouldn't it be hard?"
"Many people are pitiful. In the Northern Yuan Dynasty, the rivers and mountains were ravaged. Except for Lao Na, the rest of the monks had to starve to death and suffer from the war. The old monk could still have his life to serve the Buddha, but he had not received the blessing from heaven.
Fortunately."
"Besides, I have a young apprentice and a wandering monk who stays here who helps me with some secular chores from time to time. It's not too hard."