Chapter five hundred and seventy seventh that year, that peach tree
The atmosphere became harmonious.
Zhang Wenshan did not mention things in Tokyo again, but talked about the interesting things that happened in Jiangning.
In the first half of his life, the old man was suppressed by the imperial court because he was too upright, and he was always frustrated. Later, after he made a comeback, he would inevitably be a little timid because of past events. Lu Heng understood this.
A person's power is limited after all, so he has to fight against the state machinery. Ha. Who else would dare except that fool, Fatty Hong?
Even Lu Heng himself dared not say that he had such courage.
Although several months have passed, Lu Heng is still troubled when thinking of Fatty Hong.
Fatty, how do you ask me to repay this favor?
Why…···
This fool!
No more knots in my mind, and I was happy to have dinner.
Liu Qingqing and the other girls were happy when they saw their husband and Zhang Wenshan smiling on their faces.
After all, few people can let go of being hurt by the royal family to such an extent.
Especially their worried family members are even more worried about this matter.
In Su Qianqian's words, there are not many women who are not petty. This matter will be remembered by me for the rest of my life.
Khan, it is indeed a deep hatred!
After finishing the meal, Lu Heng and Agui went to wash up again.
Zhang Wenshan did his part, rolled up his sleeves, and joined in washing the dishes.
in the kitchen,
The lights were dim and the light was dim.
After washing the dishes, Lu Heng arranged all the things neatly. After taking a towel and wiping his hands, he turned around, smiled, and said to Zhang Wenshan: "Go out for a walk in a while, go...
Look at the fat man!”
Fat man?
Zhang Wenshan was stunned for a moment, and then, after seeing the tears flashing in Lu Heng's eyes, his heart sank, his expression was solemn, and he nodded.
Fatty Hong?
I am afraid that this is the most fundamental reason for Lu Heng's indifference to the emperor.
Alas, what an insurmountable obstacle!
Then several people came out of the kitchen.
Before leaving, after following Monk Fahai who had been staying in the room all day and said that he wanted to achieve enlightenment, Lu Heng and the others walked out of the door and walked toward Taolin.
The night is cold and the moon is as bright as a hook.
The broken moonlight passed through the woods and sprinkled the ground with silvery mottled patches.
In March in the south of the Yangtze River, the grass is luxuriant.
The tender green spring grass reflects a silvery hazy brilliance under the moonlight.
"Fatty Hong was born in Jiangning, but his ancestral home is in Zhoushan. Oh, this guy became a feudal official in Jiangning. He didn't even dare to move his ancestral home to Jiangning. He seemed to be afraid of occupying land.
It's so damn funny to be gossiped about. When I first met him, I thought this fat official with a big belly was a corrupt official!" Along the way, Lu Heng said with an indifferent expression. Although he said, it's really him
Damn it was funny, but Zhang Wenshan next to me didn’t laugh.
Under the moonlight, he clearly saw Lu Heng's violently shaking body and the sparkling tears in his eyes when he said these words.
"When I was in Jiangning, to be honest, I didn't like him very much. I always felt that this fat man was too smooth and not easy to get along with. But... oh!" Lu Heng bit his lip and sighed, his face
He said with a self-deprecating smile: "Now that I think about it, Lu is really a complete villain!"
When traveling at night, the roads are often uneven.
While talking, Lu Heng was accidentally hit by a stone and almost fell to the ground.
Beside him, Agui raised his sleeves to wipe the tears from his face, and quickly went over to help Lu Heng.
Lu Heng forced out a smile and shook his head at Agui.
Walking through the moonlit tree-lined path, at the end is a lonely tomb.
On the grave, Lu Heng personally wrote the epitaph for Fatty Hong with his beautiful small regular script.
The wording seems a bit funny and childish. However, it vividly portrays Fatty Hong's character.
"Hong Quan, whose courtesy name is Xiucheng. He is a fat man in front of him. He loves to laugh and laugh at the ridiculous people in the world. He has killed people and killed all the people in the world who deserve to be killed. He has a big belly and can tolerate injustice in the world. The most important thing is that he is a good person.
!”
"I wrote it!" Lu Heng knelt down, reached out and brushed off the dust on the tombstone, turned his head, looked at Zhang Wenshan and said with a smile.
Zhang Wenshan didn't smile, he just walked over quietly, his steps staggering.
With a trembling body, he squatted down next to Lu Heng. With tears in his eyes, he looked at the cold tombstone in front of him. With trembling hands, he took out the wine, food, and incense candles from the cloth bag on the side.
The trembling Zhong took action and took out the Huozhezi from his arms.
Bang bang bang...
In the sudden strong wind, Zhang Wenshan tried in vain to catch fire.
again and again.
Sparks flew everywhere, but no fire ignited.
Zhang Wenshan, on the other hand, seemed to know nothing and kept repeating the movements mechanically.
Light a fire.
Beside him, Agui glanced at him and moved closer, trying to shield him from the blowing night breeze.
"Go away!" Zhang Wenshan burst into tears and pushed Agui away. He still buried his head and stubbornly kept talking.
After doing this hundreds of times, Zhang Wenshan finally stopped. He smiled bitterly, slumped on the ground, looked at the tombstone, tears streaming down his face, and laughed loudly: "Fat man, are you blaming me? Blame me.
Officials are obsessed with their minds, and they are worse than pigs and dogs. In order to be an official, you can even ignore the life and death of your friends, haha! It must be like this. Don't look at you, a fat man who is usually cheerful and doesn't care about anything. You are so narrow-minded!"
"That's it, that's it!" Zhang Wenshan smiled crazily, shook his head and shed tears.
"I am sixty-seven years old this year, and I have already walked into the ground half-body. Who knows when I will die and go down there to accompany you!" Zhang Wenshan sighed and said with a wry smile: "You are the minister of punishment of the imperial court.
, when we get down there, maybe they will all be the judges of the underworld. At that time, I will leave my life to you. As long as you want me to go to the eighteenth level of hell, I will never frown. Who will let me go?
I owe you! Hey, fat man!"
Speaking of this, Zhang Wenshan cried and laughed, with tears on his wrinkled face.
Raising his head and looking at the tombstone in front of him, Zhang Wenshan finally couldn't suppress the guilt in his heart and burst into tears.
"I didn't think so before. But now I really miss you!"
Zhang Wenshan lay on the tombstone and cried so heartbreakingly.
On the side, Lu Heng raised his hand to wipe the tears from his eyes, raised his head, glanced at the crescent moon in the sky, and sighed: "Fat man!"
At this moment, Agui on the side suddenly shouted in surprise: "It's on fire!"
Hearing this, Lu Heng and the other two turned their heads to take a look.
Sure enough, it was still the fire certificate in Zhang Wenshan's hand.
At this time, small flames were coming out.
The slightly swaying flames and bean-like fluorescence are so cute.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Wenshan raised his head, smiled happily, and burst into tears.
After returning from the memorial ceremony, Zhang Wenshan never mentioned a word about Tokyo again.
If Zhang Wenshan's previous promise was helpless, then now he has completely given up.
When he got up early in the morning, Zhang Wenshan opened the door and saw that Lu Heng had already gotten up early and was boxing in the yard.
His personal bodyguard, Agui, was also there and learned the lesson well.
"So excited!" Zhang Wenshan first praised with a smile. Then after seeing Lu Heng's strange and slow moves, he couldn't help but be stunned: "This punch is so weird!"
Lu Heng practiced Tai Chi, which of course was not available in this era. Zhang Wenshan, who was used to Qian Niuwei's tough martial arts, was inevitably curious when he saw this kind of boxing.
"It's for health!" Lu Heng punched and replied with a smile: "Exercise your body, you can't hit anyone!".
"Okay, I'll learn from it, haha!" Anyway, I have nothing to do, and I still have a day in the evening. Zhang Wenshan laughed loudly, walked down the steps, and participated in the morning exercises.
While Zhang Wenshan imitated Lu Heng's movements, he laughed and said, "Well, if you move around, your body will feel much better!"
"I really can't beat him..." Zhang Wenshan practiced for a while and said with a smile.
However, before he could finish his words, he felt the wind in the yard suddenly pick up, and for a while, there were countless red drops and leaves flying.
what happened?
Zhang Wenshan stopped, raised his head and glanced at the violently shaking peach tree in the yard, and thought to himself in confusion.
He turned around, thinking about asking Lu Heng.
However, they found that Lu Heng and Agui had stopped at some point and were looking at the west wing in astonishment.
Zhang Wenshan turned his head and took a look, as if he saw something incredible, his eyes widened immediately.
I saw, at the door of the west wing,
A fat monk wearing cassocks, with a solemn face and an extremely round figure, was doing Tai Chi at this time.
The fat monk seems to have been immersed in this set of boxing skills. His steps are rigorous and natural, and his boxing skills are also deeply rooted in the essence of Tai Chi.
While moving around, there was a sound of wind in the yard.
The peach blossoms and peach leaves that were shaken off the tree flew towards the fat monk one after another, as if summoned by some magical power.
Between the hands of the fat monk, a brocade flower cluster formed.
The hanging flower clusters were spinning rapidly, but not a single piece fell out.
Lu Heng and the other three just stood there stupidly, watching in astonishment as Monk Fahai performed the Tai Chi magic that can only be seen in special movies.
As the wind blew and the flowers flew, the fat monk finished his last move.
As Fahai lowered his hands, the flower clusters that had just been suspended in the air scattered around, forming a circle around Fahai.
After a while, Fahai let out a long breath, and a sword-like white air spurted out. Seeing such a strange sight, Lu Heng and others were stunned again.
Fahai slowly opened his eyes, with a joyful smile on his face, and said to Lu Heng: "Lu Heng, poor monk - you have enlightened!"
As he spoke, Fahai's voice was like a bell, and his eyes were full of love.
There was a flash of light on Fatty's face, which was holy and solemn.
After being surprised for a moment, Lu Heng smiled and nodded, feeling happy for Fa Hai in his heart.
Finally, the fat monk achieved enlightenment!
next moment……
Gurgling sounds sounded in the yard.
The admiration in everyone's eyes when they looked at Fa Hai suddenly turned into contempt.
"Ahem, I haven't eaten for a day and I'm hungry!" Monk Fahai's appearance as a monk only existed for less than a second before it was replaced by that of a starving ghost.
Fa Hai blushed, looked at Lu Heng pitifully, and said resentfully: "Lu Heng, when will dinner be served?"
The smile on Lu Heng's face was stiff, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he turned and walked towards the hall: "Let's eat!"