"Brother Liu naturally understands what I'm talking about. Why bother to pretend? Dalong calls himself a gentleman and is magnanimous. Could it be that he doesn't dare to admit it even after sitting down?" Wan Yang was still unwilling to accept it and began to resort to aggressive tactics.
This trick may have some effect on others. The final reputation of the ancients was often found in those who sacrificed their lives for righteousness, such as Qin Bin who almost committed suicide.
If you lose your virtue in order to protect the country's prestige, you will have peace of mind only if you die.
However, Young Master Liu was such an anomaly, and had experienced so many turmoils in later generations. In Liu Mingzhi's opinion, the mere reputation of a small provocateur was not worth mentioning.
You say whatever you want, I will live my own life.
"What Brother Wan means is that Liu still doesn't understand that the chess showdown is a game between Brother Qin and Brother Wan. All of us were watching from the sidelines. Liu didn't point fingers or help with words. Brother Wan, please don't slander Liu."
Someone’s character.”
"you"
"If you can just guess whether a person has misbehaved based on thin air, let me tell you. Brother Wan of Wan'an Ping is pressing behind Black and strangling him step by step. How do you feel when Liu said it was Brother Wan who was secretly manipulating the situation?"
When it comes to sophistry, Wan Yang is not Liu Mingzhi's opponent at all, and besides, Wan Yang really has no evidence, otherwise he wouldn't be engaging in these lengthy verbal arguments with Liu Mingzhi here.
"People are doing it, God is watching, Brother Liu, don't go astray."
"Alas, good people don't live long, and disasters last for thousands of years. Brother Wan doesn't need to worry about Liu's safety. Just take care of yourself."
Wan Yang snorted coldly, waved his sleeves and sat on the ground without saying a word.
Liu Mingzhi smiled lightly and gestured to the servant on the side: "Thank you, brother."
"In the second round of the Eight Great Elegant Affairs Competition, Liu Mingzhi, the Great Dragon Scholar, won."
This time it was not a chess match. After the announcement of the match, the Jin scholars high-fived each other. This victory was fair and exciting.
On the high platform, Qi Run and Zhao Fengshou also chuckled. Winning two games in a row has greatly boosted their morale. As one goes, the Jin envoy's face is not so good-looking.
Wen Renzheng let out a soft sigh and turned his head to look at the roof of Gongyuan, showing a slight curiosity.
Song Zhong, the coffin bearer, looked lonely as he looked at the cheering crowd in the Gongyuan grounds and caressed the coffin beside him: "Do you know how envious I am of other people playing music and singing?"
The breeze came slowly, and the person and the coffin on the roof disappeared without a trace. The gatekeeper looked at the roof of the gate strangely: "Brother Zhou, I clearly heard a sound from above."
"I must be confused. Stop guessing."
A government official rubbed his head in confusion and muttered: "There is obviously the sound of rubble."
Outside the city of Jinling, there are three thousand miles of orioles singing and dancing, three thousand small bridges and flowing water, and three thousand miles of red flowers and green willows all over the banks of the Qinhuai River.
It’s a beautiful year for beautiful scenery. As Mr. Liu said, autumn in Jinling is the most beautiful season. It would be a pity not to come out and see it.
The hundreds of miles of Qinhuai River sparkles under the bright sun. Fishing boats shuttle back and forth on the river. The autumn water brings floods. After a year of growth, the fish are the fattest during this period.
A large number of salmon were brought from the upper reaches, and the fishermen have been eagerly waiting for the harvest season in this tenth month.
A man in purple robe carrying a sarcophagus on his shoulders was wandering on the bank of the Qinhuai River as if there was no one around. Many people stayed away and looked at the sarcophagus on the man in purple robe with taboo.
At the end of the Song Dynasty, he was carrying the sarcophagus and looking at the painted boats on the Qinhuai River. The sun was shining brightly, and some of the boats were even burning red candles. The light was dim and dim, and from time to time, women could be heard singing lyrical a cappella tunes.
The tears of the singing girl in farewell are bright and clear with the lotus stems.
The clear ripples turn over the river bed, and the love is endless.
I have no intention of wasting my time in the mountains, wandering in the rivers.
The moon waxes and wanes, and people gather and disperse.
I should leave you with you in life, but I will be haunted by dreams even in death.
After a sip of wine and a poem, Song Zhong looked at the boat and laughed quietly. No one could imagine that the word tranquility would be applied to a man carrying a coffin, but Song Zhong smiled really peacefully.
The tunes coming from the boat were clear and catchy, and they seemed to be infected by the beautiful scenery of the Qinhuai River. The resentful songs and the hatred of parting became more and more poignant, and the songs drifted in the wind and disappeared between heaven and earth.
"Good scenery, good singing, and good tunes. If you can enjoy these two great views, you will be worthy of being a native of Jiangnan."
In such a prosperous area of Jinling, there are also many old people living in remote mountains and quiet valleys that no one has ever set foot on.
An unknown mountain is surrounded by the Qinhuai River. From the top of the mountain, you can see the people on both sides of the mountain. The top of the mountain looks like a ghostly place.
People who have never been to the top of the mountain have never known that there is an abandoned small house on the mountain. It is difficult to imagine why there is such a small house on the top of such a steep mountain wall. The small house is antique and you can still see it even if it is abandoned.
How clean and pleasant it is when you leave this small house.
The house is filled with the fragrance of flowers, and the arrival of autumn seems to have no impact on them at all. They are still in full bloom, dazzling and eye-catching.
Suddenly, a sarcophagus floated over and landed gently on the silent mountain top, stirring up layers of dust.
The sarcophagus landed on the ground and the lid automatically slid open.
Colorful, colorful, yes, colorful, a group of colorful butterflies flew out of the coffin representing death.
It's autumn now. Even though it's not very cold in Jiangnan, it stands to reason that butterflies should form cocoons for the winter. They will emerge from their cocoons and become butterflies in April or May next year, showing off their beautiful figures.
As if driven by nature, the butterfly flew straight out of the coffin and danced among the flowers.
Song Zhong's figure floated up and landed on the sarcophagus. He looked at the butterflies dancing in the flowers and smiled softly, as contented as a child.
A lonely tomb stood among the flowers. Song Zhong walked gently to the front of the capital with his hands behind his back and stared at an inconspicuous stone tablet: "Song Zhong resisted the coffin, resisted for ten years, carried it for ten years, and suffered for ten years. Butterfly