After passing by, the luxuriously dressed old man asked his servants to get another wool cushion. The three of them sat around the stone table and tasted light tea.
The two old men first talked about the interesting story of Lu Heng teasing Xiao Wu that day, how angry Xiao Wu was after returning home, etc. Lu Heng felt funny in his heart, turned around, and touched Xiao Wu's head. Originally,
Xiao Wu, with an angry face and a bulging face, jumped up and down again.
The two old men looked at Xiao Wu's cute appearance and laughed.
While drinking tea and chatting, Lu Heng also learned the identities of the two of them. The luxuriously dressed man was now the first big boss in Jiangning, Prince Ning of Dazhou, Wu Ningyuan. And the white-haired man sitting over there was smiling all the time.
The old man is actually Zhang Hao and Zhang Wenshan, who created the miracle of winning three consecutive imperial examinations in the Great Zhou Dynasty many years ago. They are also known as Zhang Hao and Zhang Wenshan.
The two old men did not deliberately reveal their identities, but Lu Heng guessed it from the names they called each other during the conversation.
However, even though he knew that these two old men had extraordinary backgrounds, Lu Heng did not show much surprise. He still smiled and told some interesting stories with the two old men.
Such demeanor and character impressed the two old men with admiration.
The two old men looked at each other, their eyes full of curiosity about Lu Heng.
Like ordinary students, when they see these two people and know their identities, they will inevitably fall to the ground and bow, and then respectfully ask them for advice. Their expressions are frightened, and they will be like that when they meet the Lord of Hell.
Already.
However, the scholar in front of him didn't even look surprised. He still clinked glasses with himself with a smile and talked about the scenery of Qinhuai.
The two old men were surprised and asked about Lu Heng's family background and other things.
There was no need for Lu Heng to hide anything, so he talked about his own affairs calmly while drinking tea.
After hearing that Lu Heng was now working as a bookkeeper in a merchant's house, Zhang Wenshan stroked his beard, looked at Lu Heng and said with some regret, "It's a pity!"
Prince Ning also nodded and said, "You are quite talented, boy. It is indeed a pity to abandon your own future like this!"
Lu Heng smiled and shook his head, gently swaying the tea in the cup, and said with a smile: "Actually, it's nothing. In today's life, you can eat and drink, and the accounting job is quite good!"
Listening to what Lu Heng said, it seemed that he didn't care about the status of a scholar at all. If this was put in front of those gentlemen who are strict with etiquette, Lu Heng would definitely be scolded, saying that he was embarrassing a scholar and was willing to degenerate.
Something like that.
However, these two old men have experienced ups and downs in life. They have also seen many interesting things in the world. Examples like Lu Heng are actually nothing.
Prince Ning smiled and scolded: "You boy, you are quite open-minded!"
Lu Heng shrugged his shoulders, took a sip of tea, smacked his lips and said, "It doesn't matter if you can't see it. The sage said that you can only know the etiquette if you live in a warehouse. I can't even open the pot at home, but I still stick to those stupid things."
What are you doing! Isn’t this something you have to do with yourself?”
Hearing what Lu Heng said was interesting, the two old men stroked their beards and laughed.
Lu Heng said with a smile: "The words of a sage teach people how to behave, not how to pretend to be a gentleman! If you ignore the poverty of your family and still pretend to be a gentleman outside, then you are a hypocrite!"
Zhang Wenshan nodded, stroking his beard and said: "Young friend Yongzheng is right! The true meaning of the saint's words is actually to teach people the basic common sense of being a human being. Alas, it is a pity that there are so many scholars in the world today, but...
But there are very few people who can understand the true meaning of the saint’s words!”
Prince Ning listened to Zhang Wenshan's complicated sigh, then looked at the wry smile on old man Zhang's face. He picked up the teacup and took a sip, and asked with a smile: "Wenshan reminds us of today's Zuo Pushe, An Peng, and An Lu."
So?"
Listening to the two old men talking about the affairs of the court, Lu Heng quickly turned his attention to the teacup, picked up the teacup, and blew a tea star floating in the tea. He sighed in his heart and said secretly: "After so many years,
Now, Wenshan, I still can’t let go!”
The atmosphere became a little strange. The old man surnamed Zhang stood there with a somewhat forlorn look. But old man Ning looked at old man Zhang with a look of regret in his eyes.
Xiaowu also forgot to catch the escaped Cricket and stood in the grass, looking at the two grandfathers, a little at a loss.
In the pavilion, it was quiet. Only the wind blew through the carved horn bells, ringing the melodious bells.
"If you live high in the temple, you worry about the people. If you live far away from the rivers and lakes, you worry about the king! Old man, I really can't see it. You are still a loyal minister who cares about the country and the people! Haha, compared to a traitor like me, you are really
You are so noble that I feel ashamed of myself!" Lu Heng stood up, walked to Zhang Wenshan, and said to the gray-haired old man with a smile.
Then, he turned his head again and asked the little boy who had been staring at him angrily: "Really, Xiao Wu!"
The little boy waved his fist and nodded firmly: "Yes, you are a traitor! The traitor who bullied me!"
Lu Heng laughed, his indifferent expression made the little boy even more angry.
However, what Lu Heng noticed was that Zhang Wenshan, who was facing the Qinhuai River, was already crying. His gray beard was messy in the wind, and his old eyes were filled with tears. He murmured something.
Said: "If you live high in a temple, you worry about your ruler. If you live far away from rivers and lakes, you worry about your people! If you live high in a temple, you worry about your ruler. Where..."
Prince Ning, on the other hand, stood aside, murmuring Lu Heng's casual words to comfort Old Man Zhang. He looked at Lu Heng who was playing with the child with complicated eyes, and he really felt sorry for Lu Heng in his heart.
.
Alas, what a pity!
As night falls, the stars in the sky are like pearls, hanging in the blue night, shining brightly. On the quietly flowing Qinhuai River, the little rays of light cast by the stars are connected to the distant night sky, just like one body.
A woman in a white dress, accompanied by a maid, walked out of the cabin.
The night breeze was gentle, and the white dress on her body danced gently with the wind. Under the stars in the sky, the woman in the white dress looked like a fairy in the moon palace, with a touch of sadness on her cold and pretty face.
"Miss, let's go in. The night is cold, be careful of catching a cold!"
The woman smiled, like a snow lotus blooming. She said softly: "It's okay, Xiaoyue, let's go ashore for a walk!"
The maid hesitated in embarrassment for a long time, and finally said oh, went back, picked up a lantern, and followed the woman in white off the bow of the boat.
After the two women walked on the shore for a while, the woman in white seemed to remember something. After hesitating a few times, she turned her head and walked towards where the scholar was sitting during the day.
Under the dim light, on the flat ground next to the tree stump, a picture randomly outlined with willow branches appeared lifelike.
"Hey, who painted this? The painting is so good!" The maid stood there holding a lantern in her hand, looking at the Qinhuai scenery sketched in a few strokes on the ground, and chirped happily.
"Hey, isn't this you, miss?" The maid suddenly saw the woman in the painting, standing on the bow of the boat, with her long skirt flying. After turning her head, she opened her eyes wide, looked at the miss, and asked in surprise.
There was a faint smile on the pretty face of the woman in white. She gently bent her body, stretched out her hand, and gently touched the simple sketch on the ground with her white and slender fingers. Her beautiful misty eyes were silent.
He looked at himself in the painting, his eyes full of anger, but with a hint of smile.