In the private room, seeing Yang Shen get up and walk out, Lin Xu lazily leaned on the back of the chair, holding a wine glass, and said to Zhou Nan: "This is not like your Zhou Yuanjiang style."
"What?"
"You never bring outsiders to our gatherings."
Zhou Nanlue smiled mysteriously and said, "My fellow practitioners are different. His talent in poetry is rare for a while. I am definitely not flattering him."
"How talented are you?"
"Let's put it this way, as far as this poem is concerned, Mr. Yishan's skill is already there."
Lin Xu then sat up straight and asked, "Really? How many percent?"
Zhou Nan said: "I mean, he already has the skills of Mr. Yishan."
Lin Xu put down his wine glass and looked directly at Zhou Nan.
"Zhou Yuanjiang, you have successfully aroused my curiosity, why don't you read it quickly."
Zhou Nan smiled and said: "I want to wait until the wine is full and use this poem by fellow practitioner Yang as the theme of today's banquet..."
"Stop talking nonsense and read quickly." Lin Xu swept the front of his clothes with his sleeves and said, "I'm already drunk."
"Jianzhang hasn't come back yet."
"I just listened to it one more time, what does it matter?"
"Okay then." Zhou Nan stood up, straightened his sleeves, and said slowly: "This is the song "Linjiang Immortal", An Dao, please listen carefully."
He cleared his throat, took a few steps, and finally started to chant.
Lin Xu originally wanted to pour another glass of wine, but after hearing the first sentence, the wine bottle in his hand stopped unconsciously.
…
"The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success or failure, are all gone. The green mountains are still there, and the sunsets are red several times..."
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The water of the Wojiang River flows slowly, and on the tall buildings near the river, a few drops of blood splash out and dissipate in the wind.
Qiao Ju turned around, and Yang Shen pulled out the dagger and stabbed it into his abdomen with a "pop".
"puff."
Qiao Ju practiced martial arts hard, but he was caught off guard and reached out to grab the dagger twice, but failed to grab it twice.
Yang Shen's stabbing speed was too fast, and he was calculated without intention.
Qiao Ju felt that his life was gone and his hands were no longer weak.
"Stop poking... don't poke... I won't shout..."
Yang Shen actually wanted to stab him again. Qiao Ju finally held his hand, but could no longer fight for the dagger.
"I must die...stop stabbing...listen to me..."
Qiao Ju let go of his hand, and his bloody hand wanted to hold Yang Shen's shoulder and hug Yang Shen to support his body.
But Yang Shen took a step back while holding the dagger, not wanting his white clothes to be stained with blood.
"I won't shout...stop poking...whose person are you? Chi Na...or Song?"
Yang Shen didn't answer. At this moment, he turned his head and glanced in the direction of the corridor, and closed the door calmly.
"He must be from Song Dynasty... This is not Chi Na's style..."
Qiao Ju said angrily, trying hard to stop the bleeding by pressing on his wound.
But he couldn't heal the three wounds.
He felt dazed and wished he could close his eyes and sleep immediately, but his strong willpower was still supporting him, hoping for a chance to survive.
"Really... Zhao Song is not worth your life... It's really not worth it... I'm here to introduce you to Zhang Shuai, he will appreciate you... Save me... I swear... I will never pursue it... From now on, you and I
We live and die together..."
Yang Shen said: "You are not dead yet."
"Help me hold the wound... I have gold medicine in my arms... Save me... Zhao Song is really not worth it... Tuotuo, is it you? Tuotuo... Assassination is a trivial matter... You believe in assassination too blindly
...Sooner or later there will be a backlash...I can help you..."
Yang Shen knelt down and looked at Qiao Ju, who was so angry that he seemed to be talking to himself.
"Moving millions of troops to the West Lake? Traitor."
"I'm not a traitor... no..." Qiao Ju wanted to shake her head, but couldn't shake it. She just kept muttering: "I'm not... we can be good friends..."
As if not wanting to look into Qiao Ju's pleading eyes, Yang Shen reached out and covered his eyes.
"You said it, we are enemies of life and death."
Qiao Ju used his last strength to say: "Tuotuo... tell me... what is your real name..."
Yang Shen had stabbed out the dagger again, stabbed Qiao Ju in the heart, and at the same time whispered a reply.
"Li Xia."
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Even though Qiao Ju had extremely tenacious vitality, he finally closed his eyes.
In the darkness, he seemed to be back in the Zhangjia Academy listening to Mr. Lingchuan's lecture. When he turned around, he saw Zhang Wenjing secretly lying by the window.
The girl's eyes were serious and beautiful, and even her hair made his heart flutter...
Obviously there are still so many things that have not been done, so many...
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"White-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the river bank are used to looking at the autumn moon and the spring breeze. They happily meet each other over a pot of turbid wine. Many things in ancient and modern times are all talked about with laughter."
In the private room, Zhou Nan finished reciting a poem and the atmosphere became quiet.
Lin Xu maintained the posture of holding the wine bottle and put it down for a long time.
"Success or failure turns the corner." He murmured something, smiled bitterly, his eyes were already red, and whispered: "It's true... articles are made by nature, poems are talented... I am old and poor, only
I’m afraid I’ll never be able to write such words in my life.”
"Yes." Zhou Nan sighed.
"Generous and tragic, indifferent and peaceful... Fellow practitioner Yang Shen Yang, he is only eighteen years old, but he has such powerful words..."
"Mr. Yishan was only sixteen years old when he wrote the poem "Yanqiu".
"Mr. Yishan is a literary hero in the north. How many people can compare with him over the past hundreds of years? And the words of this song "Linjiang Immortal" have a deeper meaning. How can a young man have such a desolate and broad-minded state of mind?"
"Yang Yongxiu's unparalleled posture and his poetry achievements in the future may rival Li Qinglian and Su Meishan."
After a while, Lin Xupin read the meaning of the poem, and finally raised his glass and said: "I used to blame Yuanjiang for bringing outsiders to the banquet, but now I know that I am the only one who can drink with fellow practitioners."
A mediocre person is lucky to have three lives..."
Lin Xu was a strange person. After finishing a glass of wine, he immediately put aside the self-pity he had just felt, smiled heartily, and asked again: "How did Yuanjiang get to know such a unique genius?"
Zhou Nan then sat down again and started talking.
"As you know, outsiders are not allowed to attend my academy. Yesterday, when I was teaching "The Doctrine of the Mean" to the students, I saw him standing outside the window. His demeanor certainly attracted special attention..."
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At the railing, Li Xia dropped the dagger, wiped his hands with Qiao Ju's clothes, and searched Qiao Ju's body.
A bottle of gold elixir, a silver ingot, a token, a jade pendant, a marriage certificate... and finally a purse. When I opened it, I found a small copper comb inside, which seemed to be old.
Li Xia put these things away calmly, got up and returned to the corridor.
He walked all the way to the stairs and saw two boys sitting below, cracking melon seeds.
They were people around Qiao Ju, and Zhou Nan had greeted them when they arrived.
"Brother Jian Zhang asked you to buy a collection of poems by Mr. Yishan." Li Xia said: "Remember, you must have the latest one called 'The Eternal Heroic Spirit of Zhongzhou'."
The two boys had just seen Li Xia and Zhou Nan going upstairs together, and they were not suspicious. One of them stood up and responded respectfully.
"Yes, I will go here."
Li Xia was also quite polite and said with a smile: "You two should go together and look for two more companies. This collection of poems is hard to find."
"Yes, Mr. Lao Yang has sent a message."
"You're welcome, don't be impatient, we still need to drink for a while."
After sending these two people away, Li Xia walked downstairs. Instead of leaving immediately, he went to wash his hands first, then went around to the utility room of the restaurant, picked up lamp oil and wine and poured them everywhere, and picked up flints to light them.
Several candles placed diagonally on a piece of cloth...
After looking carefully for a while, Li Xia left the utility room and closed the door.
On the way, he saw a cook hiding under the stairs and sleeping secretly. He walked up and kicked him.
"Stop sleeping, the shopkeeper asked you to go find him."
The cook suddenly woke up and turned his head, only to see a figure walking away.
After doing all this, Li Xia went back to the private room upstairs.
Standing outside the door, I could faintly hear Zhou Nan talking inside.
"I always feel that Yongxiu is getting closer to me on purpose. He always mentions the Zhang family and Jianzhang intentionally or unintentionally in his conversations. It seems that he knows that the Zhang family is prominent and wants to join him, so he showed his talents to me and hopes that I can introduce him to him. Gentleman
The beauty of adulthood, so I brought him to see Jianzhang today."
"With such a talented person, it is inevitable if he wants to be put to use."
"Yeah, what's the harm in helping him..."
After hearing what they said, Li Xia pushed the door open and went in. He cupped his hands and said, "Brothers, you've been waiting for a long time."
"Yong Xiu came back alone? I was talking about your poem with An Dao." Zhou Nan smiled and said, "By the way, where is the brochure?"
Li Xia walked inside and said, "I just went out and wanted to chat with Brother Qiao, but he seemed to have met a friend, so he dismissed me and asked me to call his servant to buy a book of poems."
"Friends?" Zhou Nan pondered, "What other friends does Jian Zhang have?"
"I don't know, I vaguely heard him talking about 'China' with others, but I didn't see it either..."