"Brother Yuanjiang, brother An Dao, what happened?"
"Duanfu, I don't have time to tell you in detail at this time... Remember, be careful of Yang Shen... No, Zhang Yanghao, be careful of that Zhang Yanghao, he is very dangerous..."
"Brother Yuanjiang..."
"Go to Zhengmeng Academy first..."
"Drive! Drive..."
Finally, Zhengmeng Academy arrived.
"Surround me! Take down Zhang Yanghao!"
There was a loud "bang" and the soldiers broke open the door and entered.
"Where is Zhang Yanghao?!"
"..."
Several scholars were panting and a little tired.
But Yao Sui still couldn't wait to ask Zhou Nan and Lin Xu: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
"That Zhang Yanghao must be Li Xia from the Song Dynasty. He killed Jian Zhang. We must avenge Jian Zhang..."
When Zhou Nan told the story, Yao Sui and Yan Fu both looked in disbelief.
"Why are you so sure that Zhang Yanghao is Li Xia? Is there any misunderstanding in this matter?"
Zhou Nan said: "I met another talented person... These words sound so familiar. The person you are talking about is Li Xia. You can't be wrong."
Lin Xu shook his head and sighed: "Sheep on the hillside... I am afraid that no one from the north can fill in such words and phrases. Only the south can produce such young talented poets."
"It's amazing." Yao Sui murmured, pulled Yan Fu's lapel, and asked: "Zijing, did you hear it? Did you hear the song "Linjiang Immortal"? 'The Rolling Yangtze River Passes Eastward'
"Water and waves wash away all the heroes," so powerful. He is not as good as the weakest. His two poems are handed down from generation to generation. His poetry is so magnificent and powerful that it is enough to make the world look at it..."
Yan Fu was a little confused and opened his mouth.
Yin Jun was a little timid in front of these scholars, but he also wanted to make friends with each other, so he whispered: "He also gave me two fragments of sentences..."
"What is it?" Yao Sui put his hand on Yin Jun's shoulder.
"Withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses..."
"Zijing, what do you think?"
"Twelve characters outline a region of heaven and earth, and the images are arranged in an orderly manner. It is so concise that it cannot be reduced. It is not something that ordinary literati can do."
"The structure is exquisite and smooth. I don't know how he will fill it in later... If it can be illuminated, it will be another famous piece handed down from generation to generation."
Yin Jun said: "I also tried to fill in the last few sentences."
"tell me the story."
"The remaining leaves are far away and the sunset is over. When the famous concubine sings, she plays a silent solo..."
"That's enough." Yao Sui was very displeased and glanced at him coldly, "I forced the rhyme to rhyme and ruined the sentence for nothing."
Yin Junsui put the word "笳" back in his mouth and did not dare to speak any more.
Yao Sui also wanted to try to fill in the next few sentences, but the twelve characters seemed simple, but he found that it was difficult to achieve that artistic conception with his own vocabulary, and he was always a little short.
…
"Duanfu doesn't have to force it. Zhang Yanghao, Yang Shen, Ma Zhiyuan... Li Xia, no matter what his name is, when he writes lyrics, he is majestic and heroic, profound and tragic, with the rise and fall of the ages in mind; when he does things, he is calm and steady.
Be decisive, kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles."
Yan Fu whispered, and added: "What's even more frightening is that he can easily gain stability and wealth by just picking out a poem, but he wastes it so badly. From this, judging from his ambition... there will be heroes in the world."
"
Zhou Nan and Lin Xu were shocked when they heard this. They didn't want to admit who the murderer of their best friend was. "There will be a hero in the world", so they remained silent.
Yao Sui said: "No... I admire his talent in poetry, but he has no official position..."
"It's terrible that someone without an official position can do such a big thing..."
Suddenly, I heard Shen Kai shouting loudly over there.
"Quick! Go to the butcher shop, he's right there!"
Leather shop.
"Let me ask you a few words."
Li Xia took a bunch of copper coins and put them on the table.
Just looking at his action, the old prostitute named "Liniang" was a little crazy.
"When a young gentleman like you wants to ask questions, he usually just throws the money over."
Li Xia then picked up the copper coin and handed it to Liniang, saying, "Can we talk?"
Liniang stretched out her hand to take the money, wanting to touch his hand to scare him, but she didn't dare. She smiled and said, "Young Master is not afraid that your family will be sick? Why do you need to hand it over to me?"
"Remember Lao Gui? He..."
"The slave family has collected your money, do you want it?"
"In no mood."
"Why?"
"Not interested in you."
Liniang smiled bitterly and said: "When I was young, I was a pretty girl in a brothel, and I still had some talents. But my beauty has faded in my old age, so I came to this leather butcher shop. I just regretted that the expenses were too high and I couldn't save any money." .”
"If you don't plan for yourself, who can blame you?" Li Xia said: "Remember Lao Gui? He is in his forties or fifties, with a big scar on his face, about this tall... Did he come to see you on the day of the heavy rain on April 6th?"
"How can you remember the many people who come and go from here?"
Liniang opened the string of copper and silver, took out a few coins, and handed over the rest.
"Although you won't drink the tea, you still have to pay for it. I can't remember the fact you asked, so take it back."
Li Xia saw that she really didn't remember and didn't accept the money, so she turned around and walked out.
"Wait a minute, if you ask someone with a big scar on his face, does the person you are looking for like to play the flute? Oh... he is a serious flute."
"yes."
"It's him... I don't know what his name is. He comes over sometimes, and after he's done with me, I ask him to teach him how to play the flute."
"Did you teach him to play the flute?"
"Yes." Liniang smiled slightly, her expression became normal, and sighed: "For a few years, every time he comes here, he only looks for me, so I am the only one who knows my talent. At first, he asked me if I knew how to do it. He didn’t know how to sing Wu music, so I said I couldn’t and played him a few songs randomly. His favorite was “Eighteen Beats of Hujia” and he asked me to teach him. I said it was Qin music and it didn’t sound good when played on the flute, but he said it didn’t matter. Fortunately, Hujia is like a flute..."
There was no piano in the room, so she got up and took a flute and played it for a while. The tune was sad.
After putting down the flute, Liniang said again: "When he learns it, he will play the flute and I will sing to him. This song is about Wen Ji returning to the Han Dynasty. He cried when I sang it that day. An old man, crying heartbroken..."
"How did you sing?"
"I'll sing it to you for extra money."
Li Xia took another bunch of money and put it down.
Liniang hasn't practiced much for many years and can't sing very well.
Her voice was very hoarse, she must have damaged her voice from drinking bad alcohol.
"There are no days or nights when I don't think about my homeland, and I am the most miserable when my temperament is full of energy. The country is in chaos due to natural disasters and people have no masters, but I am miserable and have no soldiers..."
"My hometown is so far apart that no sound can be heard. I cry in silence and I am dying. I have to leave after a life of hard work. I am deeply saddened and my tears turn to blood..."
Li Xia didn't listen to her finish singing eighteen beats. He raised his hand to stop singing and asked, "What happened on April 6th?"
"He didn't come that day."
"not coming?"
"I remember clearly that it rained heavily that day and there were no guests. So when Mr. Young asked just now, I couldn't remember him..."
"Not here?" Li Xia pondered, and then asked: "What other impressions do you have about him?"
"What other impression can there be? He's just a prostitute." Liniang said with a smile, "By the way, every time he comes here, there is a scent on his body. I have a good nose and can smell some kind of extremely expensive incense. .”
"What is it?"
"The smell is slightly sweet, like the fragrant flowers and fruits after the rain, refreshing... I have seen a lot in brothels in the past, but I have never smelled such incense..."
The two of them talked for a few more words, then suddenly heard a shout.
"somebody is coming!"
Lin Zi hurried over and said, "I saw them upstairs. They are members of the Zhang family. They are riding more than 20 horses. They will be here soon."
Li Xia nodded and said to Liniang: "If someone asks, just tell the truth."
After saying that, he turned around and walked away, taking off his Confucian clothes as he walked.
After walking through the streets, Li Xia could already hear the sound of horse hooves over there, but he patted Lin Zi on the shoulder and said, "Why are you panicking? The more panicked you are, the easier it is for passers-by to identify you."
After that, he casually threw the Confucian clothes into the alley, as if he didn't see the pursuing soldiers galloping behind him.
Only a few dozen steps away, Shen Kai kicked open the door of the butcher shop and rushed in.