Speaking of which, when Mr. Hua saw the pride, he brought wine to Ziyun and others. He had to drink a full drink together and praised the talent. Zi Pei was so amazing that it was beyond ordinary play.
After a while, the two of them stepped down, Zi Pei pointed at Wenze and scolded: You don’t know what’s wrong. I’m working hard on the stage. You fell down there and criticized me with a long and ingenious attitude. Wenze shouted injustice: Why did I criticize you? You are so picky? I talked to Mr. Jingyi.
Cixian said: It’s really gossiping, and you sing so well that you can’t stop praising me, so why do you comment?
Mr. Hua smiled and said: I heard them say, you are really like Yan Poxi. If you transform into a female body, you will be a person who is uneasy. Zi Pei said: OK! You forced me to go to the stage and you will make fun of me again. Xu Ziyun asked Pincai: Brother Wei’s rhythm is really exquisite, and you still have to ask questions in the future. If you can go to my garden in your spare time, Pincai agreed repeatedly: Even if you are teaching without a teacher, you will be able to listen to it. Even if you go to the stage, it is the first time you don’t want to laugh.
So everyone used the order of the rock-paper-scissors and made a fuss for a while. It was already Ziyun on the clock. It was time for Ziyun and said: It was just the autumnal equinox, so the night should not be so short. The Qixian said: It has been a long time since you tried to sit alone until this moment, and you are quite impatient. Ziyun said: It is already fifteen days since the day is about to be dawn. Please withdraw the seat and stop the show. Let's talk about it. We will leave too. Zhang Zhongyu said: The city has already opened at this moment. You can leave even if you want to leave. Mr. Hua said: What are you busy with? It's not too late to leave at the time of the year.
Then, he ordered the quit and stopped the show. The family cleaned up the tea set and brought it to Ziyun. After the fragrant tea was brewed, Ziyun was careful not to see Qin Yan. However, when Shanzhi leaned against the screen, Mr. Hua checked Qin Yan. Shanzhi replied: He was unhappy and was asleep.
It turns out that Qin Yan will touch his thoughts in the fun of the air, and he will be sad to see Feng Zipei and Pincai play. He looks down on them in his eyes and leaves after placing Shanzhi and leaving.
Mr. Hua also called Zhu Dan to come up without using clothes and hats. They all wore casual clothes. They asked Xu Chi to sit on the side and said: I know that you have one length in addition to opera, either poetry, calligraphy, painting, silk and bamboo, etc. today and the previous ones were delayed by playing and drinking. It is not too early to try the director. Now, if you know poetry, you might as well recite a few sentences; if you know how to draw, you might as well draw a few strokes, and you don’t have to be humble. Zhu Dan was speechless, Ziyun and Wen Ze stood up and said: Wonderful, wonderful! Wait for me to assign, and then said to Hui Fang: mèi Xiang is good at poetry, Yao Qing is good at painting, Jing Fang is good at dancing swords, Xiang Wan is good at calligraphy, Pei Xian is good at writing lyrics, Rui Xiang is good at guessing riddles, Skin Xiang is good at savoring, Skin Xiang is good at savoring flutes, Xiaomei is good at playing sheng, but unfortunately Yunon is sick again, he knows a set of "Pingsha Lost Geese"Mr. Hua ordered him to get up, and then ordered Shanzhi to take the pipa and bring out some pens and inkstones and musical instruments, and put them out in various places. The wise said: I will click on the first point of Yunong and Shouxiang to reconcile the piano and flute; then click on Yaoqing to draw a picture, Mèi Xiang, Xiang Wan, Peixian chant poems to the scene, and write on it; then click on Shanzhi and Xiaomei Sheng, and play the pipa; then click on the scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of s
Qin Yan had no choice but to lock the eyebrows and tie up the strings. Shufang played the flute according to the score.
Qin Yan was in a bad mood and was very fucked. She played a set of "Pingsha" in a terrible way.
The flute was blowing backwards and Young Master He Pinghua shook his head and said: The sound of the piano is not good, but the sound of the flute is not bad.
Ziyun said: It is difficult to learn the piano, and it is still a blessing for him. Cixian said: I miss you for a long time and I am unfamiliar with it. Qin Yan said: I haven't learned it for half a year. I can hardly think of the thin flute in the fourth paragraph. It's better than before. Shufang said: I'm learning from the teacher, Mr. Jingyi will teach me to blow every three days, so I won't be born.
Qin Yan was silent and followed the past, feeling quite emotional, almost shed tears, and had to step back and stand in Shixian, Ziyun also felt quite sorry for her
Yuan Baozhu spread a piece of silk on the painting table, thinking left and right, what were she painting?
After thinking for a long time, Huifang was not allowed to think about it. Su Lan stood in front of her and asked quietly: What are you drawing? We can make up our minds first and start a draft. Baozhu was just thinking about the way out, so he pulled them to the railing and discussed what to draw. It is limited to time, and he can't use fine brushwork. If you write a few strokes of orchids and bamboos, it doesn't suit Jing Huifang. I thought about a topic here, but I don't know if it suits you? In fact, I only need to draw a small hand scroll, write three or two towers with black pen, add some jungle bamboos to arrange them far and near, draw it for a month, and use green water to bake a few colorful clouds and smoke. This is the current situation. The title is "Good Night Wind and Moon Picture"? Baozhu was very happy when he heard this. He bowed his back and took a seat, and magnified his courage. Three parts of labor, seven parts of writing, using Wang Lu's method to sprinkle it.
Cixian and others are inconvenient to see it, and I am afraid that Cixian will be careful when he paints it. I feel that writing is very fast and unrestrained, and I feel happy.
Huifang and the other three crowded together, but Li Yulin bowed to meditation. Su Lan couldn't count the incense beads. Huifang just watched Baozhu put the pen and secretly guided him.
In less than half an hour, the painting had been completed, and a small banner of more than two feet long was made by Mr. Hua and Ziyun and others approached. They praised Mr. Hua and looked at it with great joy and praised him: But he really deserves to be so.
No wonder everyone has said that their talent and appearance are just as embarrassing to the past, the husbands who loved money in the past. Cixian polished him a few more places, and turned into a good painting. Young Master Hua asked Huifang: Do you think you have the question?
Huifang said: I have it, but it’s not good. So she stood by the table, found a piece of paper, and wrote a song called Seven-Secret
Mr. Hua said: "The moon is enjoying the autumn light at night, and the silk and bamboo are fighting each other. I said that Chang'e is afraid of the silence. She sent the wind to the Huatang to read it. After chanting, Mr. Hua, the second wise, Wenze, and Ziyun are all utterly wonderful, and said: You have been making trouble for a day, and he only used twenty-eight words to say it all, and we can't do this.
Mr. Hua read it twice, but praised Wen Ze and said: It's great, and I have to consider a few words in the third sentence.
Huifang said: Please change it. Wen Ze said: It can be changed to "I think it's Chang'e afraid of loneliness", the poetic meaning is more distant
Everyone said that the modification was very good. Zhong Yu was secretly surprised. Unexpectedly, they were all like this. They always suspected that they had a ghostwriter. Today's interview was indeed undoubtedly. Feng Zipei didn't come to see him. There was a large plate of osmanthus flowers on the table. He then put a handful of them and asked Shutong to ask for a red line. He pinched this end and asked Shutong to pinch that end. He immediately formed a big flower ball and threw it a few times in his hand. He walked over and hung it on the clothes of Mr. Hua, took it off and smelled it. He smiled and said: You have worked hard to make it, you will benefit yourself. Zipei took it, and went there to play the pipa and went to Sulan. Yulin also wrote it out first. The one who looked at Sulan first was: The golden cup was filled with jade liquid, the autumn light was as gentle as spring. Chang'e's palace was opened layer by layer, shining on the twelve levels of pearl curtains.
Mr. Hua praised him as well and said: The enemy is full of craftsmanship, and it is actually Yuan, Bai is at the same time. Ziyun said: We must also change the third sentence of two words, Chang'e, which is the same as the previous head. Why not change it to "Guanghan Palace is opened layer by layer", wouldn't it be good?
Su Lan said: It's indeed good to change
At first, Ziyun was afraid that Su Lan would not be as good as Hui Fang, but at this moment he felt relieved and read Yulin's lyrics. The lyrics he wrote "A Scarf of Sand" were: Dance and singing in the deep courtyard, embroidered curtains, brocade screens, fragrant soft pearls and guests, gathering the wise moon, if there is love, please keep it, if there is love, don't leave
Don't listen to the rooster crowing, and the crowing sounds are all smiling. They say more and more, and say: It's really tender and fragrant, and it's like a life on the paper. Can it make people love evil? Mr. Hua said: It's really great, but I want to change a few words: The wise people in the group will change to the wise people in the group, and the whistle and the whistle will change to the whistle and the whistle will change to the whistle and the whistle will change to the whistle and the whistle will change to the whistle and the whistle will be "only three updates", okay? Everyone said together: OK
The Chyun asked them to write quickly. Huifang and Yulin were both good things to write for the time being. Young Master Hua did not rely on him, so he had to write for himself.
Everyone admired and sighed again, so they sat quietly, listening to the pipa of the shank branch and the joyful sheng branch sitting obliquely, plucking the sandalwood trough. They saw the fingering method like rain sprinkling banana leaves, the sound and rhyme like flowing water on the beach, full of spring, and the rhythm of the sheng was full of chaos, and the sound was echoed by everyone's voice. Everyone also played the "Moon High" set.
After playing the hype, Gui Bao came to Gui Bao's poem riddle: Is it someone who gives me a guess, or is it someone who gives me a guess?
Mr. Hua said: I'll guess for you, and I just said casually: The green pattern smiles unevenly, and spring is coming later this year
I said that Baqiao has fewer poems, which is not as good as when I was traveling at night in Red Cliff. Gui Bao thought for a while and said with a smile: What the young master said is the kind of wind, flowers, snow and moon, and it is really good. Prince Hua said: True soul, just guess it. Feng Zipei said: I'll guess: I'll wrap it when I'm not used, but when I'm used, I'm crushed to pieces, but I know that my heart can be stalked into the sky. Gui Bao said with a smile: This is a firecracker.
Mr. Hua said: People can guess the mystery like this. Zi Pei said: Why can't it be understood? Mr. Hua smiled and said: Firecrackers naturally want him to ring, what is the use of firecrackers you can't set off? Everyone laughed and said: I'll tell you a puzzle, please guess. I'll say: I'll be so thunderous as if it's thunder. Who knows that I won't come again? When will the ancients come back to war? Gui Bao smiled and said: It's also a firecracker.
Zhang Zhongyu said: I just thought Zi Pei was not loud, so his first sentence came from the word "Ring" At this time, the morning breeze was fluttering, the morning bell was ringing, and the east was white. Young Master Hua immediately urged Lan Bao to dance the gladiolus to tie up his sleeves and pull out the green edge. He first opened a door, but it was also swaying and lit up, and his eyes were full of light. Later, there was a cold light that could not be seen by even the people.
Everyone praised Lan Bao for a while and it was already red and full of clouds. The morning light was about to go to Mid-Autumn Festival. Everyone had their own affairs. They all said goodbye and stood up. Young Master Hua was inconvenient to stay anymore, so they dressed up and saw the guests off.
Ziyun and others gave the scattered toys and gave them all the funerals. Everyone scattered. Young Master Hua sent him out of the hall before returning. Feng Zipei was too tired and had already slept on the couch of Liuqing Jingshu. He also returned to his room. Young Master Hua ordered Shutong to serve Feng Zipei well, while also entering the inner room.
All the Dans made an appointment to leave the city, and they pressed no questions
On the fifteenth day, the sixteenth day, Wang Xun and Yan Zhongqing made an appointment with Shi Nanxiang to come and hope that Zi Yu Ziyu has recovered from mid-July. After twenty-eight days of recuperation, they have already strong swords and know that Qin Yan has fallen into the Huafu and cannot come back. They have a great idea of seeing through the world. They have never heard of the singing and dancing mats. They only sit in a room, tea bowl and incense burner, and they are called seeing through. In fact, their feelings have not been broken. They still have a thought, and they burst into tears. They cannot relieve themselves. On the fifteenth day, they will go to Wang Wenhui's house. Wang Xun and Zhongqing agreed to go to watch Tian Chunhang tomorrow afternoon. Gao Pinziyu had had breakfast and waited in the study for a while. Shi, Yan and others have arrived. Nanxiang sat down and talked about Zhongqing with Zi Yu. Wang Xun entered the inner room first. When he saw Mrs. Yan, he sat down for a while and then came out to have a cup of tea. Then he urged Zi Yu to walk together.
The outer room was already in the car, and Ziyu didn't change her clothes. Yun'er was afraid that she was cold, so she wrapped a few cotton coats and got on the car. When she came to Chunhang, Gaopin's apartment asked, and they had already returned to the apartment. So she got out of the car and entered the room. She walked inside and heard Gaopin's laughter, and she whispered some Yàn and the orioles inside. She went to Chunhang's hang. She saw Su Huifang and Li Yulin inside. When Chunhang saw four people in, she was very happy and let her sit. Su and Li's second uncle also met.
After a brief discussion, Zhong Qing asked about the matter during the examination. Most of Gao Pin was proud of Zhong Qing: Xiangfan’s article has been asked for advice, it is a proud article. Take it out and take a look. I think it will definitely have the benefits of being outstanding. Gao Pin said: Not good, not good, don’t have to read him. Wang Xun said: What do you mean! You should read it even if you are not good.
Nan Xiang said: Zhuoran must be good at these three questions, so it would be better not to read them. Zi Yu said: See how many methods are there in my foolish opinion. There are some ways to follow the annotations and not to rely on them. Gao Pin said: I suddenly felt dizzy that day, and I couldn't write them randomly all night. After finishing the book, even though there were drafts in the first art, I didn't know where the group was going. I went to my room and found them. Everyone read them. Even Nan Xiang reads half of the poems, and then didn't read them. Wang Xu said: The writing was super wonderful, too short, and it seemed to be only more than four hundred words. Zi Yu said: The pen is old and high, and it is rare in this kind of writing. Gao Pin nodded to Zi Yu and said: Lu Xiang has some eyesight. Zhong Qing said: Zhuoran, according to your opinion, what is this text? You say a conscience. Gao Pin said:It is a good idea, and it is a bad idea that it is a good idea that it is a good idea. It is not a lucky thing to be a bad idea. Zhongqing asked Nanxiang again: What do you think Xiangfan is like? Nanxiang said: I think Xiangfan will definitely be the best. It is a shameful person who meets the wasteland test or the Zhongyuan cannot be considered. Zhongqing shook his head and said without saying anything. Gao Pin took the manuscript and said: Gains and losses are certain, don't talk about him, just talk differently. I will always win one of them to show you. Everyone was speechless, and they thought it was Gao Pin's anger and they talked about gossip.
Huifang talked about how she wrote poems and paintings in Huafu the day before yesterday, and explained it in detail, which made everyone happy.
He asked them to read it again, and everyone praised Yulin's poems, which were more exquisite and exquisite, said: "There are no weak soldiers under the strong generals. Can you tell me the headscarves and hats on the outside?" Zi Yu said: Sure enough, even the words "Young Master Hua" were also well modified. I asked Qin Yan a few more words. Yulin and Huifang also said in detail. Zi Yu was stunned again. Suddenly, the high-grade envoy came in to invite him, saying that if you have a guest, you should go out and go out. If you have a good time, you haven't come in yet. Nanxiang said: Who has such a long talk? Chunhangdao: Recently, Zhuoran has been a little weird, and he has found him in a variety of ways, but he has a very common relationship. They are all vulgar people. The day before yesterday, my envoy saw his housekeeper and took several silver bags in. He asked him, and he said he didn't know who he said he didn't know. Zhong Qing said:Yes, Zhuoran is also extremely exhausted, so he naturally has to make this business, and this article is handwritten, otherwise why would he be so busy
Nan Xiang said: Yes, you heard him say that one of them will show you, and you will understand this. Gaopin sent the customer in, everyone stopped.
Huifang said: It’s rare that you all are here by chance. Today I am a host. How about you?
Wang Xun said: Very good. Gao Pin said: Isn't my husband going to invite the officials? Huifang smiled and said: You guessed that I really wanted to invite the officials. Everyone thought it was a stubborn word and agreed to Huifang ordered people to prepare a table of dishes at the restaurant. The families helped to prepare them. Huifang immediately rested in a respectful manner. Everyone was surprised and said: mèi Xiang was so solemn today. I wonder if I really wanted to invite the officials? Huifang replied: I said earlier, when will I drink the wine of my husband be in vain? Everyone smiled and sat down. Gao Pin said: It's a pity that there was a missing guest. Huifang asked who was missing. Gao Pin said: Pan San is indispensable today. Huifang spat, toasted a few glasses of wine, Yulin also helped toast, and ate a few dishes.
Huifang took out a few pages of paper in her boots, like a text written by her, and handed it to Shi Nanxiang and said: Mr. Zhujun, I asked the officials today for this, and I will talk about it later. Everyone was puzzled, and when they all came closer to take a look, the title was "Biography of Mr. Xiangxue". Huifang asked the followers to bring in a small bag, unwrapped and sent it to everyone to see it. It was "Born of Xiangxue". There were two books in total, and the poems and essays were read one by one in Nanxiang. After reading it, I realized that he was Huifang's master who taught opera. He was actually a famous scholar. Because he was not burned and abandoned his pen and inkstone, he entered the class to teach music. His life works were very rich and rich. Huifang went to Beijing to share his relationship with his flesh and blood. All his talents and skills were reported by the teacher that he died of illness in a certain year and month day, and he had no return to his journey. He temporarily sent a temporary stop at Shoufo Temple in the south of the city. His widowed wife and weak son came here, and he was in a mess all the way. When he arrived in Beijing, he learned that Xiangxue had been dead for many years. Huifang knew about it, and he had helped her and got two hundred gold. In addition to the expenses, he was still enough to manage his family. He also asked Xiao Cixian to write a portrait of his son Yuan Zuo. He was thirteen years old and could not enter the school to study. He was very aware of his nature. He never forgot to forget his past and went to other people's school to listen to books, and he was silent and determined. He was already familiar with the meaning of Huifang. He wanted to write poems, to write epitaphs, or to write biography to praise his virtues, to expound his past mistakes, and to help his descendants look at them. Huifang spoke while talking about the sad place, and they sobbed and stood up together and said: Such high righteousness is difficult for people today. We should wash Mu Jing's letters, expressing that if Xiangxue has such a high brother, she will die in despair and death without any regrets. Chunhang and Ziyu feel even more amazed.
Nan Xiang said: Did you write this article yourself? Huifang said: It's all the truth, just less literary
Zhong Qing said: OK, just please help Xiangfan polish it
He said: I will write an eulogy with him. Wang Xun said: I will write a few poems of eulogy.
Nan Xiangdao: I made an epitaph. Spring Channel: I made a brief chapter on his. How about I write another biography?
Huifang said: It's better, this is a simple matter, it's not useful.
Zi Yu said: You have done all the big articles, what are we doing? I have to write a praise. Gao Pin said: It’s good to praise it. I’m sad to write a sacrifice. Zhong Qing said: Why don’t we make an appointment with a few of their disciples, and go to sacrifice to him after the evening and collect more money for him? Chunhang and others said this was better. Huifang kowtowed and thanked him. Everyone was so panicked that everyone came to help him up. From then on, everyone regarded Huifang as fearing friends, and refused to laugh. Nan Xiang said: When will he be spiritual? Huifang said: On the thirty days, the third day of the 29th
Nan Xiang said: We should start writing these articles early, carve them into one episode, print dozens of them, and take them back to him.
If you divide the gold, you can do it according to your ability or just like saving the fragrance, and be calm and you can ask them to give you a little.
We made an appointment. On the 29th night, the second round of the 29th, the sacrifice was completed. Their disciples, Mèi Xiang, went to arrange the program. Everyone said: Very good. Huifang said: It is not necessary to sacrifice, nor dare to be as small as the temple is small and there is no place to accommodate them. Giving some pens and ink is very honorable, so why dare to pay tribute? And there are many vulgar eyes outside, but they add some advice to the Lords. Nan Xiang said: This is not bad. He is also a scholar and forest, and people know that in those days, and we will discuss this with Xiangfan again. It seems that we cannot miss this move. We are all attached to each other. Today, Huifang invites us, and we have a pity and cannot enjoy it all. When we first update, we will part with them.
Tomorrow, Nanxiang and Zhongqing sent letters to Ziyun, and the people in the front boat gave some gold coins in a few days, and there were a few songs to Nanxiang. Zhongqing read them and ordered the excessive gold coins: Ziyun twenty-four, Wenze 16, and the second wise 12, and a total of fifty-two taels Zhongqing said: We have six points in total, eight taels each, and a total of one hundred taels is enough. Nanxiang said: It's enough. So he sent letters to everyone, and in two or three days, he had to collect enough poems and essays together. All of them had been printed and printed one hundred pieces, and he used sixty taels of silver. Huifang was released one by one.
The four people in the Huamen who were once engaged in Xiangxue were currently: Yuan Baozhu, Wang Guibao, Jin Shufang, and Lu Sulan. They either studied painting or poetry, and they were all Gao's brothers. These four people also collected a hundred gold coins in total. In Huifang, there were four hundred gold and two mothers and sons, and three old servants. They hired boats to return from the canal, so they were extremely affordable.
On the 28th, Zhongqing went to Nanxiang again to discuss tomorrow's affairs and said: There are about a few who do not want to go. Yong'an is afraid to prevent him from knowing it, and there is no need to mention the sacred fragrance. It is not easy to ask him to go to the ancient temple at midnight. Nanxiang said: I thought about this idea, not just for sacrifice to him. We can take a walk and travel in the wild. It is better to take a cup in the daytime. After offering it, we will go to Jinqiudun and Haoran Pavilion to talk to those husbands. Isn't it good? Zhongqing said: It's good, I didn't expect that Ruyong'an and Yu Xiang would not come, and we were just the four of us. So we agreed to go to the Spring Airlines office, that was, we asked Spring Airlines to prepare wine and food, and wait there in Wu.
The next day, Nanxiang asked Zhongqing to ride a horse out of the city and get off the horse at the gate of Shoufo Temple. The groom was tied to one side and saw five or six cars resting there and entering the door. The ancient temple was desolate, with the grass being one foot deep. I saw horses and mules eating grass there.
The ruined well, the Buddha statue is in full swing
After entering the Amitabha Hall, there was no one but the main hall. There was a corner collapsed to the west, the wind swayed the trees, and the leaves were piled up. It was so desolate that I saw someone coming out from behind the hall that Zhongqing recognized Huifang's people. When I saw him standing down, Zhu Zhongqing asked: Where are they?
The man said: Still behind, waiting for the small guideway. When you walk to the back of the hall, there is a dangerous building in the west door. There are only three small houses with no doors and windows. There are about twenty or thirty coffins in front of one coffin. There are a small table in front of it, lighted incense wax, and I think it's all.
There is another small door on the east side of the patio. When you enter, there are three or four small houses in Chunhang. Gao Pin and Huifang are all inside. An old monk accompanied Chunhang. Huifang welcomes you out.
Nan Xiang said: This place is so gloomy and afraid of people. No wonder someone refuses to come. Huifang hurriedly dragged a bench and placed it on it, and asked them to sit on Zhongqing and said: "There are already all the people, let's lay it down, let's go to Jinqiudun. Huifang is about to have a banquet and asked to put it in the room. Huifang is about to put it on the banquet, and she is asked to put it on the house to bring the fragrance, Sulan wine, Shufang holds a pot, serves the beads, Guibao burns paper, Spring Airlines, Nanxiang, Gaopin, and the five Dan kowtows to redeem the fruits.
No one could sit still, so they hurriedly asked someone to clean up, gave the monk a hanging of money, and walked out of the temple to Nanxiang. Zhongqing was still riding a horse, and the rest of the people got on the car, carrying the load, and went to Jinqiudu to sparse forest yellow leaves, which were all desolate.
It took more than a mile to walk, and I had arrived in front of the pun. The pun is as tall as a mountain. There is a large pavilion on the top. It is called Haoran Pavilion. Looking around, dozens of miles of cities and villages are all in the present. It is interesting to see the Spring Channel: Today I witnessed the desolation, and my heart was very uncomfortable. I felt that my vision was empty. Gao Pin said: I have never been to this Jinqiu Dun. Zhu Jun thought I had been swimming. Nanxiang said: This is the first time I saw a previous person who wrote the poem "Inscription on Jinqiu Dun" the day before yesterday, so I knew the long road. Who came here? Zhongqing said: Actually, it's good.
In a lively place every day, you should also be neglected. Nanxiang said: This Shoufo Temple has neglected enough Jiantan. You said that only those who are clear-hearted can knock on the silence, and those who are weak in their ambitions can explore the temple. How many days do you dare to stay? Zhongqing smiled and said: If you reach this position, you have to wish the moon bright and the wind calm in the evening, or some ghosts and foxes will linger. Gao Pin said: Jiantan always likes to do something against his will. Su Lan said: If I am alone, I will not dare to go in even the day.
Gui Bao said: There are many people with ragged coffins. I think they are afraid of ghosts at night. Shufang said: It’s a good thing that the monk has only one apprentice and one incense. He is not afraid of the monk if there is really a ghost, how can he be good? Huifang said: When did you see a ghost and eat someone?
The day before yesterday, I heard the monk say that it is common to be yelling and crying when it is windy and rainy, or late at night. Baozhu said: Have you heard that Yiyuan is haunted?
Huifang said: No. Sulan asked: Why is it haunted? Baozhu said: Seeing a little messenger in the Osmanthus Hall, Chun'er, who loves to eat fruits. Whenever he appreciates flowers and treats to a meal, he picked up the fruits hidden in a jar. That night, a big horse monkey found out and came to steal Chun'er to sleep. He heard the sound of throwing fruits all over the ground. He asked but didn't answer and took out the lamp. He couldn't see anything and slept again. The monkey came out again. He hid in a cage.
Chun'er took a knife and walked to the smoke cage without thinking. The monkey stood up quickly and ran out with the smoke cage. Chun'er's fire was extinguished and the knife fell. The ghost of the god cried out and the ghost came to the door. Qing'er ran out and hit the monkey. It was fluffy and it fell down. It made many people start to make a fuss. I saw a big smoke cage underground. I couldn't think of any reason. Chun'er said that it was a yellow-haired ghost over five feet tall. Qing'er also said that it was a green-faced and fanged ghost. He stretched out his five fingers and hit him. He talked about it for two days until the third day was about tonight. Seeing the monkey in, he wanted to steal fruits and eat it. He understood that otherwise, he almost knew it. Everyone laughed.
Huifang prepared two tables of vegetables and four snacks, so she made it with the kitchen in the temple. Nine people laid mats on the ground and sat on the ground. Spring Airlines and met Huifang for half a year. They had been a friendship of morality for a long time. Now they saw her righteousness and wealth, and they felt deeply in love. They became more and more awe. They remembered the scenes of last year and spring. They were in a desperate situation and were about to get into a ravine.
If Huifang had not achieved success, even though she was full of pearls, she would not be able to meet the storm of the west wind today. The autumn scenery was desolate, the smoke was drizzling and the clouds were dark and gloomy, and she was always cloudy. She was sad and she was not sure that she was sad. She couldn't understand the reason. Huifang knew the reason, but she had tears in her eyes and tears were full of autumn. After asking Baozhu, she couldn't bear to think about the difficult situation in the past. If Xiangxue had not been supported, she would have died almost for a long time. At this point, she burst into tears and made everyone sad.
Nan Xiang felt evil in his heart, so he drank a big bowl of wine and whistled towards the distant mountains. The breeze was everywhere. Lin Mu said to Yao Gaopin: Look at you crying, laughing, you have such a tide in your chest, only Gao Zhuoran’s chest is empty, like a heartless national
Sun Deng's roar is not crazy; Ruan Ji's sorrow is also discouraged by the ancients who climbed up to the top and wrote poems, and what do we say today? Nan Xiang said: Okay, you start the sentence first. Gao Pindao: It's so tragic, so why not fill in the "He Xinliang"? I got the sentence here. I just recited it: Do you know the affairs of the world? The world has been in the past and present, and I can't bear to look back on it.
Only the poet is good at Qingxing, and the songs are singing every day against the wine, the autumn is broken and the willows are broken.
Looking at Ma Jiaoyuan, Yan asked Jintai if he wanted the Qilin to leave? The soul has gone, who will guard it?
I have been drifting all over the world for a long time, and I have been drifting together in the morning and evening, and I have been chessboards and tea bowls. Two or three good friends have been dead for thousands of years. It is said that Immortal historical blocks fill my chest like fighting poems and singing in autumn graves. When I cry, I listen to the woo and defeat the Qin people.
When I got drunk, Mo□□tian chanted it again, laughing loudly, it was about to rain, so I had no intention of staying for a long time, so I hurriedly packed up Nanxiang and took Huifang's car, Zhongqing took Sulan's car, and when he returned home, it was already drizzling and drizzling. I don't know what happened next. Let's listen to the next breakdown
After a while, the two of them stepped down, Zi Pei pointed at Wenze and scolded: You don’t know what’s wrong. I’m working hard on the stage. You fell down there and criticized me with a long and ingenious attitude. Wenze shouted injustice: Why did I criticize you? You are so picky? I talked to Mr. Jingyi.
Cixian said: It’s really gossiping, and you sing so well that you can’t stop praising me, so why do you comment?
Mr. Hua smiled and said: I heard them say, you are really like Yan Poxi. If you transform into a female body, you will be a person who is uneasy. Zi Pei said: OK! You forced me to go to the stage and you will make fun of me again. Xu Ziyun asked Pincai: Brother Wei’s rhythm is really exquisite, and you still have to ask questions in the future. If you can go to my garden in your spare time, Pincai agreed repeatedly: Even if you are teaching without a teacher, you will be able to listen to it. Even if you go to the stage, it is the first time you don’t want to laugh.
So everyone used the order of the rock-paper-scissors and made a fuss for a while. It was already Ziyun on the clock. It was time for Ziyun and said: It was just the autumnal equinox, so the night should not be so short. The Qixian said: It has been a long time since you tried to sit alone until this moment, and you are quite impatient. Ziyun said: It is already fifteen days since the day is about to be dawn. Please withdraw the seat and stop the show. Let's talk about it. We will leave too. Zhang Zhongyu said: The city has already opened at this moment. You can leave even if you want to leave. Mr. Hua said: What are you busy with? It's not too late to leave at the time of the year.
Then, he ordered the quit and stopped the show. The family cleaned up the tea set and brought it to Ziyun. After the fragrant tea was brewed, Ziyun was careful not to see Qin Yan. However, when Shanzhi leaned against the screen, Mr. Hua checked Qin Yan. Shanzhi replied: He was unhappy and was asleep.
It turns out that Qin Yan will touch his thoughts in the fun of the air, and he will be sad to see Feng Zipei and Pincai play. He looks down on them in his eyes and leaves after placing Shanzhi and leaving.
Mr. Hua also called Zhu Dan to come up without using clothes and hats. They all wore casual clothes. They asked Xu Chi to sit on the side and said: I know that you have one length in addition to opera, either poetry, calligraphy, painting, silk and bamboo, etc. today and the previous ones were delayed by playing and drinking. It is not too early to try the director. Now, if you know poetry, you might as well recite a few sentences; if you know how to draw, you might as well draw a few strokes, and you don’t have to be humble. Zhu Dan was speechless, Ziyun and Wen Ze stood up and said: Wonderful, wonderful! Wait for me to assign, and then said to Hui Fang: mèi Xiang is good at poetry, Yao Qing is good at painting, Jing Fang is good at dancing swords, Xiang Wan is good at calligraphy, Pei Xian is good at writing lyrics, Rui Xiang is good at guessing riddles, Skin Xiang is good at savoring, Skin Xiang is good at savoring flutes, Xiaomei is good at playing sheng, but unfortunately Yunon is sick again, he knows a set of "Pingsha Lost Geese"Mr. Hua ordered him to get up, and then ordered Shanzhi to take the pipa and bring out some pens and inkstones and musical instruments, and put them out in various places. The wise said: I will click on the first point of Yunong and Shouxiang to reconcile the piano and flute; then click on Yaoqing to draw a picture, Mèi Xiang, Xiang Wan, Peixian chant poems to the scene, and write on it; then click on Shanzhi and Xiaomei Sheng, and play the pipa; then click on the scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of scent of s
Qin Yan had no choice but to lock the eyebrows and tie up the strings. Shufang played the flute according to the score.
Qin Yan was in a bad mood and was very fucked. She played a set of "Pingsha" in a terrible way.
The flute was blowing backwards and Young Master He Pinghua shook his head and said: The sound of the piano is not good, but the sound of the flute is not bad.
Ziyun said: It is difficult to learn the piano, and it is still a blessing for him. Cixian said: I miss you for a long time and I am unfamiliar with it. Qin Yan said: I haven't learned it for half a year. I can hardly think of the thin flute in the fourth paragraph. It's better than before. Shufang said: I'm learning from the teacher, Mr. Jingyi will teach me to blow every three days, so I won't be born.
Qin Yan was silent and followed the past, feeling quite emotional, almost shed tears, and had to step back and stand in Shixian, Ziyun also felt quite sorry for her
Yuan Baozhu spread a piece of silk on the painting table, thinking left and right, what were she painting?
After thinking for a long time, Huifang was not allowed to think about it. Su Lan stood in front of her and asked quietly: What are you drawing? We can make up our minds first and start a draft. Baozhu was just thinking about the way out, so he pulled them to the railing and discussed what to draw. It is limited to time, and he can't use fine brushwork. If you write a few strokes of orchids and bamboos, it doesn't suit Jing Huifang. I thought about a topic here, but I don't know if it suits you? In fact, I only need to draw a small hand scroll, write three or two towers with black pen, add some jungle bamboos to arrange them far and near, draw it for a month, and use green water to bake a few colorful clouds and smoke. This is the current situation. The title is "Good Night Wind and Moon Picture"? Baozhu was very happy when he heard this. He bowed his back and took a seat, and magnified his courage. Three parts of labor, seven parts of writing, using Wang Lu's method to sprinkle it.
Cixian and others are inconvenient to see it, and I am afraid that Cixian will be careful when he paints it. I feel that writing is very fast and unrestrained, and I feel happy.
Huifang and the other three crowded together, but Li Yulin bowed to meditation. Su Lan couldn't count the incense beads. Huifang just watched Baozhu put the pen and secretly guided him.
In less than half an hour, the painting had been completed, and a small banner of more than two feet long was made by Mr. Hua and Ziyun and others approached. They praised Mr. Hua and looked at it with great joy and praised him: But he really deserves to be so.
No wonder everyone has said that their talent and appearance are just as embarrassing to the past, the husbands who loved money in the past. Cixian polished him a few more places, and turned into a good painting. Young Master Hua asked Huifang: Do you think you have the question?
Huifang said: I have it, but it’s not good. So she stood by the table, found a piece of paper, and wrote a song called Seven-Secret
Mr. Hua said: "The moon is enjoying the autumn light at night, and the silk and bamboo are fighting each other. I said that Chang'e is afraid of the silence. She sent the wind to the Huatang to read it. After chanting, Mr. Hua, the second wise, Wenze, and Ziyun are all utterly wonderful, and said: You have been making trouble for a day, and he only used twenty-eight words to say it all, and we can't do this.
Mr. Hua read it twice, but praised Wen Ze and said: It's great, and I have to consider a few words in the third sentence.
Huifang said: Please change it. Wen Ze said: It can be changed to "I think it's Chang'e afraid of loneliness", the poetic meaning is more distant
Everyone said that the modification was very good. Zhong Yu was secretly surprised. Unexpectedly, they were all like this. They always suspected that they had a ghostwriter. Today's interview was indeed undoubtedly. Feng Zipei didn't come to see him. There was a large plate of osmanthus flowers on the table. He then put a handful of them and asked Shutong to ask for a red line. He pinched this end and asked Shutong to pinch that end. He immediately formed a big flower ball and threw it a few times in his hand. He walked over and hung it on the clothes of Mr. Hua, took it off and smelled it. He smiled and said: You have worked hard to make it, you will benefit yourself. Zipei took it, and went there to play the pipa and went to Sulan. Yulin also wrote it out first. The one who looked at Sulan first was: The golden cup was filled with jade liquid, the autumn light was as gentle as spring. Chang'e's palace was opened layer by layer, shining on the twelve levels of pearl curtains.
Mr. Hua praised him as well and said: The enemy is full of craftsmanship, and it is actually Yuan, Bai is at the same time. Ziyun said: We must also change the third sentence of two words, Chang'e, which is the same as the previous head. Why not change it to "Guanghan Palace is opened layer by layer", wouldn't it be good?
Su Lan said: It's indeed good to change
At first, Ziyun was afraid that Su Lan would not be as good as Hui Fang, but at this moment he felt relieved and read Yulin's lyrics. The lyrics he wrote "A Scarf of Sand" were: Dance and singing in the deep courtyard, embroidered curtains, brocade screens, fragrant soft pearls and guests, gathering the wise moon, if there is love, please keep it, if there is love, don't leave
Don't listen to the rooster crowing, and the crowing sounds are all smiling. They say more and more, and say: It's really tender and fragrant, and it's like a life on the paper. Can it make people love evil? Mr. Hua said: It's really great, but I want to change a few words: The wise people in the group will change to the wise people in the group, and the whistle and the whistle will change to the whistle and the whistle will change to the whistle and the whistle will change to the whistle and the whistle will change to the whistle and the whistle will be "only three updates", okay? Everyone said together: OK
The Chyun asked them to write quickly. Huifang and Yulin were both good things to write for the time being. Young Master Hua did not rely on him, so he had to write for himself.
Everyone admired and sighed again, so they sat quietly, listening to the pipa of the shank branch and the joyful sheng branch sitting obliquely, plucking the sandalwood trough. They saw the fingering method like rain sprinkling banana leaves, the sound and rhyme like flowing water on the beach, full of spring, and the rhythm of the sheng was full of chaos, and the sound was echoed by everyone's voice. Everyone also played the "Moon High" set.
After playing the hype, Gui Bao came to Gui Bao's poem riddle: Is it someone who gives me a guess, or is it someone who gives me a guess?
Mr. Hua said: I'll guess for you, and I just said casually: The green pattern smiles unevenly, and spring is coming later this year
I said that Baqiao has fewer poems, which is not as good as when I was traveling at night in Red Cliff. Gui Bao thought for a while and said with a smile: What the young master said is the kind of wind, flowers, snow and moon, and it is really good. Prince Hua said: True soul, just guess it. Feng Zipei said: I'll guess: I'll wrap it when I'm not used, but when I'm used, I'm crushed to pieces, but I know that my heart can be stalked into the sky. Gui Bao said with a smile: This is a firecracker.
Mr. Hua said: People can guess the mystery like this. Zi Pei said: Why can't it be understood? Mr. Hua smiled and said: Firecrackers naturally want him to ring, what is the use of firecrackers you can't set off? Everyone laughed and said: I'll tell you a puzzle, please guess. I'll say: I'll be so thunderous as if it's thunder. Who knows that I won't come again? When will the ancients come back to war? Gui Bao smiled and said: It's also a firecracker.
Zhang Zhongyu said: I just thought Zi Pei was not loud, so his first sentence came from the word "Ring" At this time, the morning breeze was fluttering, the morning bell was ringing, and the east was white. Young Master Hua immediately urged Lan Bao to dance the gladiolus to tie up his sleeves and pull out the green edge. He first opened a door, but it was also swaying and lit up, and his eyes were full of light. Later, there was a cold light that could not be seen by even the people.
Everyone praised Lan Bao for a while and it was already red and full of clouds. The morning light was about to go to Mid-Autumn Festival. Everyone had their own affairs. They all said goodbye and stood up. Young Master Hua was inconvenient to stay anymore, so they dressed up and saw the guests off.
Ziyun and others gave the scattered toys and gave them all the funerals. Everyone scattered. Young Master Hua sent him out of the hall before returning. Feng Zipei was too tired and had already slept on the couch of Liuqing Jingshu. He also returned to his room. Young Master Hua ordered Shutong to serve Feng Zipei well, while also entering the inner room.
All the Dans made an appointment to leave the city, and they pressed no questions
On the fifteenth day, the sixteenth day, Wang Xun and Yan Zhongqing made an appointment with Shi Nanxiang to come and hope that Zi Yu Ziyu has recovered from mid-July. After twenty-eight days of recuperation, they have already strong swords and know that Qin Yan has fallen into the Huafu and cannot come back. They have a great idea of seeing through the world. They have never heard of the singing and dancing mats. They only sit in a room, tea bowl and incense burner, and they are called seeing through. In fact, their feelings have not been broken. They still have a thought, and they burst into tears. They cannot relieve themselves. On the fifteenth day, they will go to Wang Wenhui's house. Wang Xun and Zhongqing agreed to go to watch Tian Chunhang tomorrow afternoon. Gao Pinziyu had had breakfast and waited in the study for a while. Shi, Yan and others have arrived. Nanxiang sat down and talked about Zhongqing with Zi Yu. Wang Xun entered the inner room first. When he saw Mrs. Yan, he sat down for a while and then came out to have a cup of tea. Then he urged Zi Yu to walk together.
The outer room was already in the car, and Ziyu didn't change her clothes. Yun'er was afraid that she was cold, so she wrapped a few cotton coats and got on the car. When she came to Chunhang, Gaopin's apartment asked, and they had already returned to the apartment. So she got out of the car and entered the room. She walked inside and heard Gaopin's laughter, and she whispered some Yàn and the orioles inside. She went to Chunhang's hang. She saw Su Huifang and Li Yulin inside. When Chunhang saw four people in, she was very happy and let her sit. Su and Li's second uncle also met.
After a brief discussion, Zhong Qing asked about the matter during the examination. Most of Gao Pin was proud of Zhong Qing: Xiangfan’s article has been asked for advice, it is a proud article. Take it out and take a look. I think it will definitely have the benefits of being outstanding. Gao Pin said: Not good, not good, don’t have to read him. Wang Xun said: What do you mean! You should read it even if you are not good.
Nan Xiang said: Zhuoran must be good at these three questions, so it would be better not to read them. Zi Yu said: See how many methods are there in my foolish opinion. There are some ways to follow the annotations and not to rely on them. Gao Pin said: I suddenly felt dizzy that day, and I couldn't write them randomly all night. After finishing the book, even though there were drafts in the first art, I didn't know where the group was going. I went to my room and found them. Everyone read them. Even Nan Xiang reads half of the poems, and then didn't read them. Wang Xu said: The writing was super wonderful, too short, and it seemed to be only more than four hundred words. Zi Yu said: The pen is old and high, and it is rare in this kind of writing. Gao Pin nodded to Zi Yu and said: Lu Xiang has some eyesight. Zhong Qing said: Zhuoran, according to your opinion, what is this text? You say a conscience. Gao Pin said:It is a good idea, and it is a bad idea that it is a good idea that it is a good idea. It is not a lucky thing to be a bad idea. Zhongqing asked Nanxiang again: What do you think Xiangfan is like? Nanxiang said: I think Xiangfan will definitely be the best. It is a shameful person who meets the wasteland test or the Zhongyuan cannot be considered. Zhongqing shook his head and said without saying anything. Gao Pin took the manuscript and said: Gains and losses are certain, don't talk about him, just talk differently. I will always win one of them to show you. Everyone was speechless, and they thought it was Gao Pin's anger and they talked about gossip.
Huifang talked about how she wrote poems and paintings in Huafu the day before yesterday, and explained it in detail, which made everyone happy.
He asked them to read it again, and everyone praised Yulin's poems, which were more exquisite and exquisite, said: "There are no weak soldiers under the strong generals. Can you tell me the headscarves and hats on the outside?" Zi Yu said: Sure enough, even the words "Young Master Hua" were also well modified. I asked Qin Yan a few more words. Yulin and Huifang also said in detail. Zi Yu was stunned again. Suddenly, the high-grade envoy came in to invite him, saying that if you have a guest, you should go out and go out. If you have a good time, you haven't come in yet. Nanxiang said: Who has such a long talk? Chunhangdao: Recently, Zhuoran has been a little weird, and he has found him in a variety of ways, but he has a very common relationship. They are all vulgar people. The day before yesterday, my envoy saw his housekeeper and took several silver bags in. He asked him, and he said he didn't know who he said he didn't know. Zhong Qing said:Yes, Zhuoran is also extremely exhausted, so he naturally has to make this business, and this article is handwritten, otherwise why would he be so busy
Nan Xiang said: Yes, you heard him say that one of them will show you, and you will understand this. Gaopin sent the customer in, everyone stopped.
Huifang said: It’s rare that you all are here by chance. Today I am a host. How about you?
Wang Xun said: Very good. Gao Pin said: Isn't my husband going to invite the officials? Huifang smiled and said: You guessed that I really wanted to invite the officials. Everyone thought it was a stubborn word and agreed to Huifang ordered people to prepare a table of dishes at the restaurant. The families helped to prepare them. Huifang immediately rested in a respectful manner. Everyone was surprised and said: mèi Xiang was so solemn today. I wonder if I really wanted to invite the officials? Huifang replied: I said earlier, when will I drink the wine of my husband be in vain? Everyone smiled and sat down. Gao Pin said: It's a pity that there was a missing guest. Huifang asked who was missing. Gao Pin said: Pan San is indispensable today. Huifang spat, toasted a few glasses of wine, Yulin also helped toast, and ate a few dishes.
Huifang took out a few pages of paper in her boots, like a text written by her, and handed it to Shi Nanxiang and said: Mr. Zhujun, I asked the officials today for this, and I will talk about it later. Everyone was puzzled, and when they all came closer to take a look, the title was "Biography of Mr. Xiangxue". Huifang asked the followers to bring in a small bag, unwrapped and sent it to everyone to see it. It was "Born of Xiangxue". There were two books in total, and the poems and essays were read one by one in Nanxiang. After reading it, I realized that he was Huifang's master who taught opera. He was actually a famous scholar. Because he was not burned and abandoned his pen and inkstone, he entered the class to teach music. His life works were very rich and rich. Huifang went to Beijing to share his relationship with his flesh and blood. All his talents and skills were reported by the teacher that he died of illness in a certain year and month day, and he had no return to his journey. He temporarily sent a temporary stop at Shoufo Temple in the south of the city. His widowed wife and weak son came here, and he was in a mess all the way. When he arrived in Beijing, he learned that Xiangxue had been dead for many years. Huifang knew about it, and he had helped her and got two hundred gold. In addition to the expenses, he was still enough to manage his family. He also asked Xiao Cixian to write a portrait of his son Yuan Zuo. He was thirteen years old and could not enter the school to study. He was very aware of his nature. He never forgot to forget his past and went to other people's school to listen to books, and he was silent and determined. He was already familiar with the meaning of Huifang. He wanted to write poems, to write epitaphs, or to write biography to praise his virtues, to expound his past mistakes, and to help his descendants look at them. Huifang spoke while talking about the sad place, and they sobbed and stood up together and said: Such high righteousness is difficult for people today. We should wash Mu Jing's letters, expressing that if Xiangxue has such a high brother, she will die in despair and death without any regrets. Chunhang and Ziyu feel even more amazed.
Nan Xiang said: Did you write this article yourself? Huifang said: It's all the truth, just less literary
Zhong Qing said: OK, just please help Xiangfan polish it
He said: I will write an eulogy with him. Wang Xun said: I will write a few poems of eulogy.
Nan Xiangdao: I made an epitaph. Spring Channel: I made a brief chapter on his. How about I write another biography?
Huifang said: It's better, this is a simple matter, it's not useful.
Zi Yu said: You have done all the big articles, what are we doing? I have to write a praise. Gao Pin said: It’s good to praise it. I’m sad to write a sacrifice. Zhong Qing said: Why don’t we make an appointment with a few of their disciples, and go to sacrifice to him after the evening and collect more money for him? Chunhang and others said this was better. Huifang kowtowed and thanked him. Everyone was so panicked that everyone came to help him up. From then on, everyone regarded Huifang as fearing friends, and refused to laugh. Nan Xiang said: When will he be spiritual? Huifang said: On the thirty days, the third day of the 29th
Nan Xiang said: We should start writing these articles early, carve them into one episode, print dozens of them, and take them back to him.
If you divide the gold, you can do it according to your ability or just like saving the fragrance, and be calm and you can ask them to give you a little.
We made an appointment. On the 29th night, the second round of the 29th, the sacrifice was completed. Their disciples, Mèi Xiang, went to arrange the program. Everyone said: Very good. Huifang said: It is not necessary to sacrifice, nor dare to be as small as the temple is small and there is no place to accommodate them. Giving some pens and ink is very honorable, so why dare to pay tribute? And there are many vulgar eyes outside, but they add some advice to the Lords. Nan Xiang said: This is not bad. He is also a scholar and forest, and people know that in those days, and we will discuss this with Xiangfan again. It seems that we cannot miss this move. We are all attached to each other. Today, Huifang invites us, and we have a pity and cannot enjoy it all. When we first update, we will part with them.
Tomorrow, Nanxiang and Zhongqing sent letters to Ziyun, and the people in the front boat gave some gold coins in a few days, and there were a few songs to Nanxiang. Zhongqing read them and ordered the excessive gold coins: Ziyun twenty-four, Wenze 16, and the second wise 12, and a total of fifty-two taels Zhongqing said: We have six points in total, eight taels each, and a total of one hundred taels is enough. Nanxiang said: It's enough. So he sent letters to everyone, and in two or three days, he had to collect enough poems and essays together. All of them had been printed and printed one hundred pieces, and he used sixty taels of silver. Huifang was released one by one.
The four people in the Huamen who were once engaged in Xiangxue were currently: Yuan Baozhu, Wang Guibao, Jin Shufang, and Lu Sulan. They either studied painting or poetry, and they were all Gao's brothers. These four people also collected a hundred gold coins in total. In Huifang, there were four hundred gold and two mothers and sons, and three old servants. They hired boats to return from the canal, so they were extremely affordable.
On the 28th, Zhongqing went to Nanxiang again to discuss tomorrow's affairs and said: There are about a few who do not want to go. Yong'an is afraid to prevent him from knowing it, and there is no need to mention the sacred fragrance. It is not easy to ask him to go to the ancient temple at midnight. Nanxiang said: I thought about this idea, not just for sacrifice to him. We can take a walk and travel in the wild. It is better to take a cup in the daytime. After offering it, we will go to Jinqiudun and Haoran Pavilion to talk to those husbands. Isn't it good? Zhongqing said: It's good, I didn't expect that Ruyong'an and Yu Xiang would not come, and we were just the four of us. So we agreed to go to the Spring Airlines office, that was, we asked Spring Airlines to prepare wine and food, and wait there in Wu.
The next day, Nanxiang asked Zhongqing to ride a horse out of the city and get off the horse at the gate of Shoufo Temple. The groom was tied to one side and saw five or six cars resting there and entering the door. The ancient temple was desolate, with the grass being one foot deep. I saw horses and mules eating grass there.
The ruined well, the Buddha statue is in full swing
After entering the Amitabha Hall, there was no one but the main hall. There was a corner collapsed to the west, the wind swayed the trees, and the leaves were piled up. It was so desolate that I saw someone coming out from behind the hall that Zhongqing recognized Huifang's people. When I saw him standing down, Zhu Zhongqing asked: Where are they?
The man said: Still behind, waiting for the small guideway. When you walk to the back of the hall, there is a dangerous building in the west door. There are only three small houses with no doors and windows. There are about twenty or thirty coffins in front of one coffin. There are a small table in front of it, lighted incense wax, and I think it's all.
There is another small door on the east side of the patio. When you enter, there are three or four small houses in Chunhang. Gao Pin and Huifang are all inside. An old monk accompanied Chunhang. Huifang welcomes you out.
Nan Xiang said: This place is so gloomy and afraid of people. No wonder someone refuses to come. Huifang hurriedly dragged a bench and placed it on it, and asked them to sit on Zhongqing and said: "There are already all the people, let's lay it down, let's go to Jinqiudun. Huifang is about to have a banquet and asked to put it in the room. Huifang is about to put it on the banquet, and she is asked to put it on the house to bring the fragrance, Sulan wine, Shufang holds a pot, serves the beads, Guibao burns paper, Spring Airlines, Nanxiang, Gaopin, and the five Dan kowtows to redeem the fruits.
No one could sit still, so they hurriedly asked someone to clean up, gave the monk a hanging of money, and walked out of the temple to Nanxiang. Zhongqing was still riding a horse, and the rest of the people got on the car, carrying the load, and went to Jinqiudu to sparse forest yellow leaves, which were all desolate.
It took more than a mile to walk, and I had arrived in front of the pun. The pun is as tall as a mountain. There is a large pavilion on the top. It is called Haoran Pavilion. Looking around, dozens of miles of cities and villages are all in the present. It is interesting to see the Spring Channel: Today I witnessed the desolation, and my heart was very uncomfortable. I felt that my vision was empty. Gao Pin said: I have never been to this Jinqiu Dun. Zhu Jun thought I had been swimming. Nanxiang said: This is the first time I saw a previous person who wrote the poem "Inscription on Jinqiu Dun" the day before yesterday, so I knew the long road. Who came here? Zhongqing said: Actually, it's good.
In a lively place every day, you should also be neglected. Nanxiang said: This Shoufo Temple has neglected enough Jiantan. You said that only those who are clear-hearted can knock on the silence, and those who are weak in their ambitions can explore the temple. How many days do you dare to stay? Zhongqing smiled and said: If you reach this position, you have to wish the moon bright and the wind calm in the evening, or some ghosts and foxes will linger. Gao Pin said: Jiantan always likes to do something against his will. Su Lan said: If I am alone, I will not dare to go in even the day.
Gui Bao said: There are many people with ragged coffins. I think they are afraid of ghosts at night. Shufang said: It’s a good thing that the monk has only one apprentice and one incense. He is not afraid of the monk if there is really a ghost, how can he be good? Huifang said: When did you see a ghost and eat someone?
The day before yesterday, I heard the monk say that it is common to be yelling and crying when it is windy and rainy, or late at night. Baozhu said: Have you heard that Yiyuan is haunted?
Huifang said: No. Sulan asked: Why is it haunted? Baozhu said: Seeing a little messenger in the Osmanthus Hall, Chun'er, who loves to eat fruits. Whenever he appreciates flowers and treats to a meal, he picked up the fruits hidden in a jar. That night, a big horse monkey found out and came to steal Chun'er to sleep. He heard the sound of throwing fruits all over the ground. He asked but didn't answer and took out the lamp. He couldn't see anything and slept again. The monkey came out again. He hid in a cage.
Chun'er took a knife and walked to the smoke cage without thinking. The monkey stood up quickly and ran out with the smoke cage. Chun'er's fire was extinguished and the knife fell. The ghost of the god cried out and the ghost came to the door. Qing'er ran out and hit the monkey. It was fluffy and it fell down. It made many people start to make a fuss. I saw a big smoke cage underground. I couldn't think of any reason. Chun'er said that it was a yellow-haired ghost over five feet tall. Qing'er also said that it was a green-faced and fanged ghost. He stretched out his five fingers and hit him. He talked about it for two days until the third day was about tonight. Seeing the monkey in, he wanted to steal fruits and eat it. He understood that otherwise, he almost knew it. Everyone laughed.
Huifang prepared two tables of vegetables and four snacks, so she made it with the kitchen in the temple. Nine people laid mats on the ground and sat on the ground. Spring Airlines and met Huifang for half a year. They had been a friendship of morality for a long time. Now they saw her righteousness and wealth, and they felt deeply in love. They became more and more awe. They remembered the scenes of last year and spring. They were in a desperate situation and were about to get into a ravine.
If Huifang had not achieved success, even though she was full of pearls, she would not be able to meet the storm of the west wind today. The autumn scenery was desolate, the smoke was drizzling and the clouds were dark and gloomy, and she was always cloudy. She was sad and she was not sure that she was sad. She couldn't understand the reason. Huifang knew the reason, but she had tears in her eyes and tears were full of autumn. After asking Baozhu, she couldn't bear to think about the difficult situation in the past. If Xiangxue had not been supported, she would have died almost for a long time. At this point, she burst into tears and made everyone sad.
Nan Xiang felt evil in his heart, so he drank a big bowl of wine and whistled towards the distant mountains. The breeze was everywhere. Lin Mu said to Yao Gaopin: Look at you crying, laughing, you have such a tide in your chest, only Gao Zhuoran’s chest is empty, like a heartless national
Sun Deng's roar is not crazy; Ruan Ji's sorrow is also discouraged by the ancients who climbed up to the top and wrote poems, and what do we say today? Nan Xiang said: Okay, you start the sentence first. Gao Pindao: It's so tragic, so why not fill in the "He Xinliang"? I got the sentence here. I just recited it: Do you know the affairs of the world? The world has been in the past and present, and I can't bear to look back on it.
Only the poet is good at Qingxing, and the songs are singing every day against the wine, the autumn is broken and the willows are broken.
Looking at Ma Jiaoyuan, Yan asked Jintai if he wanted the Qilin to leave? The soul has gone, who will guard it?
I have been drifting all over the world for a long time, and I have been drifting together in the morning and evening, and I have been chessboards and tea bowls. Two or three good friends have been dead for thousands of years. It is said that Immortal historical blocks fill my chest like fighting poems and singing in autumn graves. When I cry, I listen to the woo and defeat the Qin people.
When I got drunk, Mo□□tian chanted it again, laughing loudly, it was about to rain, so I had no intention of staying for a long time, so I hurriedly packed up Nanxiang and took Huifang's car, Zhongqing took Sulan's car, and when he returned home, it was already drizzling and drizzling. I don't know what happened next. Let's listen to the next breakdown
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