I raised my hand and gently knocked on the courtyard door three times, and waited for a moment, but there was no response. I glanced at Du Xiuzhen, knocked harder three times, and listened for a long time with my face close to my face, but there was still no movement.
"Haha, I'm afraid the imperial envoy is not here." I smiled helplessly.
"Get out of the way!" Du Xiuzhen was anxious. She stepped forward in two steps, raised her fist and smashed the courtyard door: "Brother Mu, Brother Mu, open the door! I know you are inside!"
The courtyard door creaked as she slapped it, and I was really afraid that it would fall down suddenly. It was obvious that the door was locked with a bolt inserted from the inside, and Xiao Mu should be inside. But why did he avoid such a big movement?
Why don't you see her? Are you really hiding from this girl?
"Open the door! If you don't open it, I'll ask someone to tear the door down!" Du Xiuzhen shouted.
I tried my best to hold back my laughter, this girl is really not simple, she actually wants to open the imperial envoy's door!
"Presumptuous!" a voice shouted from behind.
I looked back: "The dragon catches the head!"
"It's you!" Long Yuhan also recognized us, and the anger on his face softened: "Is there something urgent?"
"Oh, Long Captou. I have something important to do with the imperial envoy." Du Xiuzhen looked at Long Yuhan pleadingly, her face flushed not knowing whether it was anxiety or heat.
Long Yuhan pushed the door open and said, "You are shouting so loudly. If the imperial envoy was here, he would have heard you."
"It's bolted inside. Where else could he go if he wasn't inside?" Du Xiuzhen firmly believed.
"Imperial envoys often do this, bolting the door inside, then climbing up the wall and sneaking out." Long Yuhan said, with a hint of helplessness, and his eyes fell on me: "He doesn't look like an official at all.
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I also smiled: "Long Baotou is right. If Liu Jiabao hadn't told me, I really wouldn't have thought of Xiao Mu and the imperial envoy being together."
"Ooooooooo, Brother Mu, where have you been? Do you hate me so much?" Du Xiuzhen suddenly squatted on the ground and cried loudly.
Long Yuhan and I were startled by her formation. Why is this girl still acting like a child?
Just when I was hesitating how to comfort her, the door opened and Xiao Mu appeared, still wearing a faded gray shirt. He crossed his arms on his chest and glanced at us coldly: "What do you want from me?
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"Brother Mu, you finally opened the door!" Du Xiuzhen jumped up and couldn't help but bounce her feet twice. Before she could put away her tears, the smile on her lips had already spread, making people feel stupid for a moment.
I couldn't tell whether she was crying or laughing.
"Your Majesty, Doctor Du just said that he has something important to see you." Long Yuhan bowed his body and bowed his hands in a salute.
I suddenly realized that Xiao Mu was an imperial envoy, so I had to salute him.
"Long Yuhan, go and do your work. You two come in." Xiao Mu said, already heading into the yard.
"Yes." Long Yuhan replied, nodded towards me and stepped back.
I saw Du Xiuzhen running in impatiently, so I quickly followed.
The yard is not too big, there is only a stone table and a few stone benches in the middle, and it is deserted and lonely.
I saw the door of the room in front of me was open, so I stepped into the room. I was even more surprised. There was only a desk and a chair in the whole house, a bed in the corner, and a row of bookshelves between the bed and the desk.
, the furniture was mostly just that, I didn’t even see any boxes for clothes.
"Brother Mu, it's autumn now. Is it cold for you to wear such a thin quilt at night?" Du Xiuzhen helped Xiao Mu pack the bed, feeling very distressed.
I casually touched the bed. Not only was the quilt thin, but the mattress underneath was also extremely rough. It was not even as comfortable as my bed. I really don’t know how he slept every day.
"Fortunately, I'm not afraid of the cold." Xiao Mu said, flipping through the book without looking at us.
Are you embarrassed? What are you reading at this time?
I thought about it and snatched his book: ""Taibai Poetry Collection"?"
"Well, I'll take a look at Li Taibai's poems when I have free time."
I flipped through it carefully. The paper in this collection of poems was unusual. It should be very expensive. The poems in it were all hand-copied. The handwriting was beautiful and there was a faint fragrance of ink. It seemed that the poet who copied it must have done something to it.
Kung fu.
Xiao Mu took the book back and said, "This was given to me by King An when I left Beijing three years ago."
"Ah? From King An?" Du Xiuzhen packed the bed and gathered around curiously: "Is this a poem that King An copied for you?"
"right."
I had some doubts: "Is it true? I heard that Prince An was the Emperor's favorite prince at that time. Three years ago, the whole country selected concubines, which was very glorious. Your relationship is so good that he copied poems for you?"
"Of course." Xiao Mu said proudly, pointing to the bookshelf behind him: "When I went to Yiling to serve as an official, King An sent someone all the way to give me a calligraphy painting."
I took a quick look and saw that he had a lot of books on his bookshelf, among which two scrolls were placed in the most conspicuous place.
Du Xiuzhen picked up one and opened it, and immediately exclaimed: "This is a painting by King An! It's so lifelike!"
"Don't touch this!" Xiao Mu put down his poetry collection, took two steps forward, grabbed the portrait, hung it on the wall respectfully, and bowed his hands three times.
I looked at the portrait, and the little Mu on it was also wearing a gray gown, wearing a turban, and holding a book. He was full of bookishness. Compared with the little Mu in front of us, as Du Xiuzhen said, it was really lifelike. It was as if Xiao Mu had just emerged from the painting.
Walked out, or in other words, Xiao Mu walked into the painting.
"It's so similar! Did King An paint this for you too?" I asked cautiously, not knowing how deep their friendship was back then.
"No." Xiao Mu denied it: "This painting was painted by the painting sage Wu Daozi. The painting is not me, but my father."
"Ah?" Du Xiuzhen looked at Xiao Mu and her eyes fell on the painting again: "Is this your father? Li Jianghu, look at Brother Mu and his father when they were young!"
"Haha, that's right. If you don't know, you might think they are the same person." I also sighed sincerely.
Wu Daozi, I have heard of this man's name. It is said that he is the most famous painter in Chang'an. He often goes to the palace to paint paintings for the emperor's relatives. Since Xiao Mu is a close friend of King An, it is not surprising that he can be invited.
"When my father was young...hehehehe..." Xiao Mu gently stroked the portrait and suddenly burst into laughter. When he looked at us again, tears filled his eyes and his voice was a bit more choked up: "My father has always been...
Very young...because he was only twenty-five years old when he died..."
"Brother Mu..." Du Xiuzhen's originally excited face suddenly turned gloomy, and she mumbled a few times, not knowing what to say.
Twenty-five years old... died young!
My heart also trembled. I thought it was tragic enough that I lost my father when I was young. Until I met Mrs. Mu and learned that she was a posthumous child, I felt sad for her for a while. Unexpectedly, Xiao Mu was also with us.
Same experience.
His father was only twenty-five years old when he died. Xiao Mu must have been five or six years old at most at that time. Perhaps the tragic life experience he told us before was true. He might be like Mrs. Mu, and he has never even met her.
than his own father.
Hey, we are really connected by fate. No wonder he wants to be friends with me. Is there any reason for this?
"My late father was killed by thieves on the night before he packed his luggage and went to Beijing to take the exam." Xiao Mu continued, his tone calming down.
I don’t know how he stabilized his mood so quickly. He said it lightly, but my heart became even heavier. The day before the exam... ugh!
"Brother Mu, then... do you know who the murderer is?"
Xiao Mu smiled faintly at the portrait: "Of course. Three years ago, when I was named on the gold medal list, King An was originally going to ask the Supreme Emperor to give me an official position in Chang'an. It was I who insisted on requesting to go to Yiling to find out who killed him.
My late father’s murderer.”
"Has the great revenge been avenged?" I saw that he seemed to be indifferent and boldly speculated.
To be honest, Xiao Mu sometimes makes people feel that there is something wrong with his brain. Sometimes his words are both true and false, and the preface and the follower are inconsistent. However, he is indeed very smart and capable. Since he is
Yiling has been the county magistrate for three years, so he must have discovered the real murderer long ago and taken revenge.
"That is necessary." Xiao Mu said firmly: "The hatred of killing my father is irreconcilable, and I will certainly not make it easy for them.
Hey, don't you ever care about national affairs? Three years ago, the Anshi Rebellion broke through Chang'an, Yang Guozhong was cut into thousands of pieces in Maweipo, Li Longji lost his imperial concubine and King An, and went to Shu after all the hardships
In the end, Prince Li Heng went north to Lingwu and proclaimed himself emperor, so he was forced to become the Supreme Emperor.
Hahahaha... Hey, I also heard that although Li Heng has brought Li Longji back to Chang'an from Shu, it is said to be support, but it is actually house arrest. Once the emperor becomes a prisoner, life will be worse than death.
ah!"
"Brother Mu!"
"Hey, Brother Mu, be careful what you say!"
Du Xiuzhen and I were shocked. How could this little Mu keep talking so arrogantly? As an imperial envoy, he could only discuss state affairs with ordinary people like us. How could he directly address the Supreme Emperor and the current saint?
His name is taboo? And he still makes fun of it? Isn’t he afraid of beheading?
I coughed twice and quickly changed the topic: "Okay, okay, what happened in the past is in the past, don't mention it anymore. Hey, since you are now receiving us as a friend, you are a guest, and you are like this? No invitation.
Shall we have a cup of tea?"
Xiao Mu glanced at us, then walked to the door as if he had a sudden realization, and shouted: "Come here, serve tea!"
In an instant, a boy came over with three cups of tea.
Looking at the steaming fragrant tea, I breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that although the place he lived in was simple, as long as he ordered it, there would still be people to take care of him. But he should ask Li Huichun to show his mind.
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Du Xiuzhen picked up the tea and took a sip, then opened another scroll on the bookshelf and read: "What a 'Mountain and Flowing Water'!"
I looked over and saw that this was probably the calligraphy that Xiao Mu just mentioned. I don’t know much about calligraphy, oh, to be honest, I know nothing about it, but regardless of the font and other things, just look at these four big characters with flying dragons and phoenixes.
I feel like it took me a lot of practice to write it.
There are also two small vertical characters on the left side: Gift to friend Mu You, April 18th, Tianbao fourteenth year, Li Xu.
I have heard someone tell the story of "High Mountains and Flowing Waters": The uncle played the piano and listened to it all the time. At first, the sound of the piano sounded like a towering wave. After a while, the sound of the piano sounded like rushing waves. Each time, the sound was clear.
, became Bo Ya's bosom friend. After Qi's death, Bo Ya broke his qin and broke the strings. He felt that there was no one like Qi in the world who was worthy of playing for him.
Li Xu should be the name of King An. Is he claiming to be Yu Boya? After Xiao Mu left Chang'an, King An had no confidant, so he asked someone to travel thousands of miles to give a calligraphy to Xiao Mu who was far away in Yiling.
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Three years later, this calligraphy is still intact. Xiao Mu even brought it to Xiangzhou, and he must have regarded it as a treasure. Unfortunately, the audience is still there, but the man playing the piano can no longer be found. This chapter has been completed!
