Although he talks like an old man, it actually feels a bit sad when he actually talks about it.
After all, Zhang Wenshan is already in his 60s, and the Yizhou generation has had conflicts for a long time. They have not been handled well for many years. The ethnic conflicts have been squeezed and have become the current situation.
It can be said that Zhang Wenshan has a long way to go.
Looking at the old man's grand words before leaving, Lu Heng absolutely believed that the old man meant what he said. If he really couldn't do it in his lifetime, then he would probably end up in Shu.
Watching Zhang Wenshan's motorcade disappear into the ancient road under the morning light. Beside the ancient road, in the long pavilion, Lu Heng and Wu Ningyuan sighed at the same time.
Lu Heng shook his head and said: "Mr. Zhang, you are really prosperous now. I wonder if one day we go to Shu, this old man will be so coquettish that he doesn't recognize anyone!"
Wu Ning nodded in agreement and said: "From my perspective, this guy Wenshan will definitely pretend not to know us!"
After saying this, the two looked at each other, raised their heads and laughed.
This was just a joke, and the two of them said it in order to dilute the deep sorrow of divorce.
However, the effect seemed not obvious. After Wu Ningyuan finished laughing, he still secretly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. Lu Heng, on the other hand, was sitting in the pavilion, leaning against the pillar, thinking about another thing in his head.
thing.
In this era, transportation is so inconvenient. It takes several months just to go to Sichuan to take office.
How great it would be if there were airplanes in this era!
As he thought about it, Lu Heng felt that his idea was a little unreliable.
If you want to build an airplane, you must first solve the metallurgical technology, and then you have to work on electromechanical, oil refining, engines, navigation, etc., it’s a whole mess.
To solve these problems, it is equivalent to launching a revolution that directly leaps over the first and second industrial revolutions and directly engages in the third scientific and technological revolution.
Thinking of the two industrial revolutions that brought together the wisdom and talents of countless sages, Lu Heng decisively gave up the fantasy in his head.
Yeah, but making a hang glider should be pretty much the same. After all, when I was in middle school, I was number one in the school in handicraft class.
With a glider, it's not bad to fly up to the sky on weekdays and enjoy the scenery. If there's a flood in Jiangning, you can fly into the sky, and I don't know how many others will envy you.
Thinking about it, Lu Heng smiled proudly.
In the next few days, Lu Heng continued to go to work in the palace every day as before. After coming back, he would sit in the courtyard, holding branches in his hands, drawing on the ground from time to time, and then erasing it and drawing again.
Pass.
Liu Qingqing looked at her uncle in surprise, who was in a daze in the yard. Then she went over and took a look curiously, and saw something like wings drawn on the ground. She gathered up her skirt, squatted next to Lu Heng, and asked softly: "
What's this?"
Lu Heng held his chin in his hand and thought for a moment: "A hang glider is something that can make people fly into the sky!"
Uh, slippery...what? Liu Qingqing blinked and looked at Lu Heng, her beautiful eyes full of doubts.
Lu Heng smiled, stood up, and pretended to be carrying something, and explained with a smile: "Well, that's it. Put this thing on your back, then find a higher place and speed down, and you will
It flew up in a swish!”
"Uh, uncle, do you want to imitate those birds?" After listening for a long time, Liu Qingqing finally understood something and asked with a pursed lips.
"Well, it's almost like making wings that can make you fly!" Lu Heng nodded in agreement, then used a branch to draw a simple outline on the ground and said, "Well, that's it!"
Liu Qingqing looked at the strange thing painted on the ground, and at Lu Heng's excited look. She couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled, rolled her eyes at him, and said mercilessly: "Uncle is really whimsical!"
Lu Heng: "Uh"
Some time after the assassination, the people of Jiangning began to live as usual. And at the roadside tea stalls, the discussion about the incident was gradually replaced by the new song at the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Walking on the street, you can often hear some women humming this song. However, ladies or ladies from other wealthy families would not dare to sing it in public in broad daylight. Most of the people who sing it on the street
She is the proprietress of some small street shops.
Although Jiangning City is as peaceful as ever, there are dark clouds in some places, and there is a depressing feeling as if a storm is about to come.
Although he could feel the pressure the palace was facing, Lu Heng still went to work every morning and returned home from get off work every evening as usual.
Every day, I would meet Manager Fang. This chubby undercover seemed to be very sophisticated and sophisticated. Although he knew some of the inside story of Zheliuji, he never made it clear.
But when they saw Lu Heng, they would chat for a while first, then clasp their fists at Lu Heng, and praise with admiration: "Young master, what a good plan!"
After hearing this, Lu Heng just smiled. He neither admitted nor denied. Since the other party knew everything, there was no need for him to pretend to know nothing.
However, she would occasionally tease him and say deliberately: "Manager Fang is also good at acting!"
Hearing what Lu Heng said, Manager Fang felt calm. He openly admitted his identity as an ouchi. However, when he talked about his identity, he always looked embarrassed.
From Manager Fang's words, Lu Heng learned that Fatty Fang didn't seem to be favored. Moreover, due to the overwhelming power of the An family in recent years, he seemed to have the power to dominate the world. Manager Fang, a little agent, even knew some things about Jiangning.
, wanted to help a group of princes, but they also suffered from the lack of access to Shengting.
Since both parties know each other's identity, it's all even.
Moreover, both parties have a tacit understanding of retaining trust in each other, so no one has revealed the other's identity.
Of course, Lu Heng was not interested in the other party's identity. He had never thought about these things at all. But Manager Fang was...a little afraid of Lu Heng, especially after knowing that the other party was the mastermind behind Zheliuji.
What's more, I felt a kind of fear from the bottom of my heart towards this scholar.
Because he participated in the whole process of executing the Book of Willows. Among them, the punishment methods for the Su and Liu families were extremely overbearing. Every time I see this, I think about what will happen to the Su and Liu families if things really come to fruition.
Manager Fang would always break out in a cold sweat.
No wonder, people often say that literati have the darkest hearts.
Regardless, you deserve it. The Su and Liu families are in bad luck. If you mess with someone, you have to mess with them. And you still bully them. Aren't you the birthday girl who hangs himself all the time? Are you impatient with life?
Every time I see that scholar, he has a polite smile on his face and is courteous to everyone. Manager Fang can't help but sigh in his heart. He can fool everyone into applauding without moving his expression.
This is the real master.
And Lu Heng would always find it funny every time he saw Manager Fang's solemn expression.
Are you that terrible?
There was another thing that made Lu Heng quite curious. That was about the assassin.
Ever since Xiao Er teased the female assassin that night, the assassin seemed to have disappeared in Jiangning and never appeared again.
Although Lu Heng did not see the true face of the assassin, he had a vague feeling in his heart that the assassin should be the girl named Su Yan who sang on the stage that day.
Because both of them are women, and both have unique skills.
Well, it seems the sound is the same too.
Remembering that that night, after the assassin was teased by him, he forgot to cover up his voice in anger, and for a moment made a delicate voice. Lu Heng felt that his inference was more and more accurate.
The assassin did not appear again. Although I was a little regretful, I still felt a lot safer in my heart.
After all, if the other party comes to your door and wants to teach you a lesson, you, a weak scholar, really have no way to resist.
Thinking about these messy things, when I returned home, it was the evening when the sun was setting. In the yard, Liu Qingqing was bathing in the sunset, and her sweet smile bloomed in an instant, like a fairy.
August of the fourth year of the Qingyuan Period of the Great Zhou Dynasty passed so unremarkably.
The autumn wind swept by in September, and the fallen leaves rustled.
The Qinhuai River is shrouded in thick fog, and the flower boats on the river look looming, as if they are floating in a fairyland on the sea of clouds.
The autumn wind swept by and the temperature cooled down significantly. People traveling put on autumn clothes.
Lu Heng also changed into a new gown made by Liu Qingqing.
Liu Qingqing personally pulled the wrinkles on his clothes for him, then took two steps back, glanced at Lu Heng quietly, and then frowned again.
She walked up to Lu Heng and carefully picked up a thread on her sleeve. She said softly: "There is another thread!"
So, she lowered her head seriously, opened her small mouth, and bit off the thread. Then she looked at it again and smiled with satisfaction.
So, early this morning, Lu Heng wore this new clothes and went to the palace.
On the way, Li Er, who had been waiting for a long time, saw Lu Heng appear, and then he came over in a sullen voice and whispered to Lu Heng: "Sir, yesterday, the eldest lady had already sent someone to deliver the letter to Tokyo! It was said that it was
The eldest son is looking for a reliable person in the capital who can be sent to the palace!"
After Lu Heng heard this, he just smiled.
For these matters, there is no need for me to get involved more. With Wang Tingzhi's ability and Manager Fang's guidance, this matter should be able to be carried out smoothly.
However, after execution, how big a wave "The Story of the Willows" will make depends on the decision made by the emperor in Tokyo.
In the morning light, on the bank of the Qinhuai River, the scholar stood on the misty bank. He took a deep breath, turned his head, and looked to the north, thinking this in his heart.