mountain and river drinker

Perhaps he was indeed an absurd emperor. As for whether he was lewd or not, future generations will not know.

The lone crow standing on the Chinese watch flew away screaming.

Emperor Min is indeed an absurd emperor.

Extra Story by Zheng Yan: Simu

The wine is warmed by the red clay stove, and there is snow outside the window.

Near the end of the new year, the Linzhi Pavilion has been repairing the paintings and calligraphy for a year. It was a busy few days before the year to print the things in various pavilions for socializing. Finally, they all settled down and chatted with the usual dozen or so people in previous years.After chatting, go back to the library and put a seal on it, and the year will be over.

Zheng Yan absently turned over the meat roasting on the stove with a silver tong, Xue Changyu called him a few times and saw that he didn't respond, Dong Banshi took the tender mutton from the copper hot pot with his chopsticks and put it in his in the dish.Zheng Yan finally came to his senses and thanked Dong Panshi, but took a sip from the wine cup.

"What is Mr. Zheng thinking?" Wang Xiuzhuan smiled, "The bustle of the room only reflects Mr. Zheng's independence from the world. We wait for ordinary people to enjoy the feast, but Mr. Zheng wants to eat. Are there fireworks in the world?"

"Stop teasing me, I didn't sleep well yesterday, and just now I drank too much, and I was so bored." Zheng Yan said listlessly, with a slight drunkenness in his eyes, and a very light rouge on his cheeks, "Just now I talked the most nonsense and made everyone laugh happily, so I ate a lot by myself first. I ate half of the plate of duck wings with soy sauce, and exquisite dumplings with leek and yellow shrimp. Now it's the turn of the best, but I lost Appetite, alas——Quan should save some money for Dong Panshi, we Mr. Dong know how to eat hot pot best."

"You buried me again." Dong Panshilang laughed a few times, "Seeing that you are thinking of other things, you don't care about us old men, yes, then let you go first, and we will put up the seal later .”

"I'm really dizzy, so it's best, just wait for Mr. Dong's words." Zheng Yan stood up, put on his cloak, and opened the door, "Eat well, everyone, I'm leaving first."

"Look at the thoughts of young people, old man." Dong Banshi shook his head with a smile, raised his wine glass and shook it at Wang Xiuzhuan, "Come on, brother Wang, let's eat. Drinking orders will be served later, and you will be fined if you lose." Three cups."

Zheng Yan walked through the corridor and realized that he didn't bring an umbrella. The wind and snow slanted down on the cloak embroidered with daylilies embroidered with black background and silver thread. When he walked to the door, the waiter came up to him and asked him. He looked up at the sky and didn't take the paper umbrella. The world was quiet, but he was bored but felt sober, so he left the tavern and walked slowly to the quiet place in the west.

The sky is leaden, the abandoned gardens collapsed, the red paint of the collapsed pillars peeled off, revealing brown cracked wood, and the scattered tiles were covered with snow.The red branches and slanting trees in the bones are opened horizontally beside the collapsed pavilion, waiting for a beautiful woman lonely, and the tender hands fold the dark fragrance.Or wait for a gentleman, with a jade face better than a snow crow, leaning over to sniff plum blossoms.

Zheng Yan stood in front of the flowers with his hands down, and there was the fragrance of plum blossoms in the wind. He was too lazy to move and just stood there blankly, looking at the flowers in front of him, and he didn't know where his thoughts had gone.

Someone came with an umbrella in the snow, and the one who was red in the bones was waiting for this flower-sniffing gentleman.The visitor's eyes were tied with white satin, and the silver crown only held the hair together and did not tie it up. The black hair hung freely behind him like a ponytail. The blue-winged and red-feathered Bifangniao flies over the fire clouds with white waves, and its chin is hidden in the white fox fur collar.

There are no traces of people or animals in the abandoned garden, and the ancient trees and clouds are covered with cold tents. Zheng Yan has only seen monks in cloth robes with bare feet and chanting Buddha's name in their palms. Zheng Yan looked at him drunkenly, and felt that he was a mountain ghost who had shed his vulgar bones and came out of the wilderness. He was really amazing.

"Is there someone here?" The visitor asked while standing in front of the flowers with a bamboo stick, his voice was calm, and only four words were enough to confuse people's hearts.

Zheng Yan thought of teasing and kept silent, letting snowdrops hang on his eyelashes, for fear of losing sight of the person in front of him in the blink of an eye, but he didn't know what kind of demeanor he had in that person's eyes.

The bamboo stick in the visitor's hand was poked over, Zheng Yan moved a step, and the visitor chuckled lightly.

"The young master has been hiding for so long, but he is blind if he wants to bully him?"

"You...that way you can tell that I'm a man?" Zheng Yan asked him, brushing the snow off his shoulders, "I..." She changed her mind and said, "I'm Xiuzhu, I just wait for Mr. Zhemei to ask me." .”

"I don't know Shu Rumian, I don't know the son's name, I'm disrespectful." Shu Rumian said with curled lips, Zheng Yan couldn't move his eyes, he was only glad that he didn't give his real name.He and Shu Rumian have never met each other, and they have a close relationship... no, it's because they have hated each other for a long time, but they have never thought about Shu Rumian's appearance.

The king has sour and sweet poetry and painting, Shu Le, the son of sour plum, and Zheng Xiaoli, the king of sweet apricot.Shu Rumian is good at poetry and can make music. The sour plum tree in front of the music hall is named Mr. Sour Plum, which is also appropriate.As for Zheng Yan's name "Sweet Apricot", it has nothing to do with the apricot tree in the Linzhi Pavilion, and he was a little embarrassed to mention it.

Zheng Yan's skill in repairing calligraphy and painting is inherited from Zheng Mu, but not as good as Zheng Mu.

If you ask Mother Zheng what is the most popular, it is not rouge or hairpin rings, but all kinds of paper.Whether it is Liuji cotton paper and Sailian paper for backing and filling books, Mino paper and peach blossom paper for publishing books, or gold sprinkled paper and porcelain paper for book covers, there are all kinds of paper. have.Zheng's mother is in charge of the Meicheng Printing House in Zheng's house, and everyone in the club admires its exquisite craftsmanship-Zheng Yan knows that this craftsmanship will never surpass Zheng's mother in a lifetime, but painting is still somewhat possible, so Learn fine brushwork at a young age.Seeing her son's interest, Zheng's mother deliberately threw him to the capital to worship Liu Chan as his teacher. Zheng Yan can be regarded as Liu Chan's closed disciple in calligraphy and painting.

Before Liu Chan accepted Zheng Yan, he asked Zheng Yan to draw a picture. Zheng Yan drew a branch of green apricot across the wall, and a quail under the wall with the green apricot. Chan's preferences.

Liu Chan asked why the quail looked at Qing Xing, Zheng's mother guessed his careful thoughts and said: "When I was a child, I didn't know what baby name I gave him, but I wanted to eat sweet apricot, so I decided his baby name was Tian Xingyan. My son refuses to be disciplined, and has a high spirit in seeing things, and I hope that my husband will spare no effort to teach me more in the future."

The painting is a good painting, and it is still kept in Liu Chan's house, but the nickname of Tianxing has spread.Dong Panshi and the others all knew his nickname, but Zheng Yan felt embarrassed, and it always reminded him of the childish past. In the scorching summer, Zheng Fuzhai’s iced sour plum soup, which he had brought for a month, blocked their mouths. .

In fact, if it's just the title of "Sweet Apricot Lord", Zheng Yan and Shu Rumian must not be offended to the point where you have nothing to do with him.

Zheng's mother didn't like Zheng Yan copying other people's handwriting, she only said that handwriting should have her own style, Zheng Yan practiced good skills in imitating handwriting with her left hand, and writing with her right hand is still her own handwriting - I don't know who mentioned it to him, Shu Rumian said The characters on his right hand read "Flower branches are slanted and end soft". When Zheng Yan heard Shu Rumian scold him for being feminine in writing, he happened to be drunk, so he said without thinking, "He looks like a woman, I just write softly. "So the two formed an enmity.

Here is Zheng Yan, at the banquet Shu Rumian promised to come but would not go.There was Shu Rumian there, even if Fenghuang Zheng Yan was attracted by his playing the flute, it would not be uncommon for him to take a look.Zheng Yan thought about it later, Shu Rumian was blind, it seemed that he couldn't comment on his handwriting, but he also couldn't bear to admit his mistake.

Furthermore, how could Shu Rumian be put in front of Shu Rumian in the painting of sour and sweet words, so this mistake must not be admitted.

"It turned out to be Master Shu Le. Master Shu Le has a sense of elegance, smelling the fragrance of plum blossoms on a snowy day." Zheng Yan smiled, feeling uncomfortable in his chest, took out a small white jade bottle and poured a pill and swallowed it.

"Master Zheng, I don't know when you changed your name to Xiuzhu again." Shu Rumian said lightly, and Zheng Yan was almost caught by the pill in shock.

"Can you see?"

"No, the medicine you took overwhelmed the plum fragrance. I just smelled it. To be an enemy, you must know yourself and the enemy——I know Mr. Zheng carries pills with him, but his guess was wrong. Oh, I think Mr. Zheng might as well learn from you." I, the five colors make people blind, Mr. Zheng has different eyes, he can't see me, and he probably can't see right from wrong." Shu Rumian said harshly to him.

Shu Rumian didn't speak, Zheng Yan felt that this was a real person, but when Shu Rumian opened his mouth, Zheng Yan was so angry that Zheng Yan wanted to hit someone, so he retorted: "The blind can't understand articles, and the deaf can't understand bells and drums." Is it true that the voice is deaf-blind only physically? Presumably there is also deaf-blindness in the heart and knowledge, not as good as me and others." After speaking, he turned and wanted to leave, but he stepped on a tile in the snow and fell... It was embarrassing.

"Master Zheng fell down?" Shu Rumian bent down and asked him, "Can I help?"

"No need, Master Shu Le just gloats!" Zheng Yan said angrily and slowly sat up, feeling pain in his ankle again.Regardless of his stubbornness, Shu Rumian stretched out her hand to grope a few times, finally grabbed his hand, and handed her bamboo stick into his hand.

"I'm a mean-speaking person. Master Zheng doesn't like me, so I can't say I appreciate Master Zheng. But I'm a few years older than you, and I don't hear other people's breath in the ice and snow. I can't bear the suffering of the younger generation alone here, so I help you." Mr. Zheng, this younger brother."

Zheng Yan couldn't laugh or cry after hearing this, did Shu Rumian directly consider him his younger brother?Although he is indeed a few years younger than Shu Rumian, he still feels that Shu Rumian has taken advantage of it for nothing, so he doesn't care about letting Shu Rumian help after seeing the joke - he just thinks it's even, and he should take it as a matter of course A bamboo stick that is as comfortable as sleeping.

Shu Rumian took Zheng Yan's hand and pulled him up. Shu Rumian's hand showed a different kind of warmth in the snow. Zheng Yan didn't feel awkward being held by him, but felt a little bit at ease.

"Aren't you going to let go, Brother Zheng Xian?"

"..." Zheng Yan withdrew his hand and stood up straight with his bamboo stick, "Thank you." He said reluctantly.

"Your temper is