Qingfengling

I took it alone and a group of people took it, the crime is different! "

"You said you're not smart enough, but what you said just now is very good!"

"I've heard about that painting. The Empress Dowager personally sent court painter Gu Hongzhong to Han Xizai's mansion to paint it. The painting is just about that old man Han's sensuality. Could it be related to the treasure? I don't believe it!"

The man with the scar made a serious analysis, "Besides, when the master moved the capital, the painting was still in the mother's womb!" Everyone laughed again.

"This treasure is related to Han Xizai."

The Taoist priest who had been silent at the table with Qiuran also spoke, "Hey, the Taoist priest is also interested in treasures?"

Someone teased him, but the Taoist priest ignored him, picked up a chopstick and easily put a peanut into his mouth, his gray beard squirmed slowly, and looking at his unshakable vicissitudes of life, he was quite fairy-like The smell of bones.

"That Han Xizai is nothing more than a scholar who came from the north to join the Ming Lord. Would the Lord trust him so much and entrust him with the secret of the treasure?"

"Yes, yes! Why didn't the master tell Feng Yansi and Feng Xiangguo the secret? He is at least a southerner. If you want to count meritorious service, Huangfuhui, Wei Cen, Chen Jue and other adults should be said to have made great contributions."

The long-haired old man didn't know whether he believed it or not, or he was just looking for a reason to turn his unbelief into a believer.

"Whoever holds the military power, how can he add wealth? The relationship between Feng Yansi and Chen Jue and Feng Yanlu is not ordinary. He once resigned his position to protect him. How can you trust him completely without the slightest precaution!" The Taoist priest seemed to be scolding the ignorant junior.

"However, according to what you said, when Han Xizai was in the sixth rank, the Lord gave him purple clothes above the third rank, which is intriguing!" Gao Cheekbone sighed three times.

"Even if the treasure is on this painting, where is that painting?"

The round-faced man didn't understand their polite debates, so he couldn't wait to ask.

"I heard from my father that after the painter Gu finished the painting, he originally handed it over to the master. After the master came to Beijing, in order to avoid suspicion, he handed it over to his concubine. He only said the name of the concubine. What motherfuckers?"

The bearded man only had a half-knowledge, and the rest of the people expressed their opinions, seeming to refute this 'fallacy', but in the end, they would rather believe it.

"Mother!" Suddenly, a lazy sentence came from the crowd, and the word "mother" was drawn out for a long time, just like a weak child who was weaned from childhood.

"Who is Mistress?" the round-faced one asked with a silly smile.

"Yes, Mistress! It's the Mistress of the three-inch golden lotus!"

High cheekbones sighed three times, "In the harem of the Merry Emperor Li, there is a concubine named Mi Niang. I heard that she is petite and slender, and she is good at singing and dancing. Li Hou asked someone to make a six-foot golden lotus, with With necklaces and jewels, she can hover over the golden lotus with slender steps."

"However, some people said that the painting was put away by the concubine of Han Xizai's family before it could be presented to the empress. They said that they were afraid that the empress would blame him for seeing him drunk and dreaming every day!" He has a mustache and slightly squints his dazed eyes.

"Which concubine?"

"It's the one in the picture!"

"Wangwushan!" one person exclaimed suddenly, "I heard that there is Han Xizai's concubine dancing skill Wangwushan in the painting!"

"This woman is very scheming. She is afraid that others will scold her for her beauty, so she hides the painting!"

"Some people say that the answer to the treasure is not in the painting at all, but in the hands of a person."

"Who is that?!" Fatty couldn't help but asked, he didn't know what he wanted to know, and he didn't know who to trust.

"I heard that it is the empress dowager's mother, Empress Dowager Zhong. She has a younger brother named Zhong Mo. That Zhong Mo appears and disappears every day. I heard that he always likes to row a boat and wander on the river when he has nothing to do. He still holds a handful of burnt paulownia in his arms. The stringed qin plays sad tunes."

The man was thoughtful, "This is evil, and the master of the future still calls himself Zhongyin."

"Be careful that the praying mantis catches the cicada and the oriole is behind you!" an old man crossed his legs and interjected abruptly.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean, even if you find the treasure, can it be designated as yours? Is it the king's land in the world, unless the court doesn't like it, or you still have it! At that time, I don't know who is working hard and who is sweet. !"

"Then if I don't get anything, why bother!"

"Isn't it? Waste of saliva, the tea that I spent money on has turned into saliva!"

Hahahaha...

Laughter lingered around the beams whose vermilion lacquer had faded a little, around the crooked stairs, around the criss-crossed wine glasses, like the wind, omnipotent and omnipresent.It's just that people have all kinds of ways to laugh, laugh, smile, laugh, wry smile, fake smile, and sneer.

Yun Zhongyan

The eagle soars in the sky with the attitude of the king of the sky, its wings and tails are like pieces of halberd swords, its claws and mouth are like hooks, and it is like the crescent moon under the night sky.It looked down at the vast land, and with the pride of the winner, the exhaustion of the conqueror, and the small stone, it came to a water grass field dyed by autumn light.

The most beautiful thing is Linghu Lake in autumn, with the same color of water and sky.

The morning light comes, and the rays of the sun are sprinkled on the surface of the lake like broken gold, and the reflections of the clouds are shimmering and light; Not just water power, but flat land, just more loitering.A group of swan geese are resting on the stilts with feet like dead branches, and some are pacing gracefully. Its beautiful and elegant posture and frequent clusters of gait are like a landscape painting with splashed ink, cracked, dotted, Dayton, Yang...

The morning mist is lingering, lingering, and slowly flowing across the sandy lakes, and the morning glow is condensed in the morning light, shining heavily on the tops of their heads and backs, like a golden gauze, radiant and colorful, like silk.They thought they were the most beautiful existence until they saw it!

It drags heavy and tough wings, and has a bare head like a practitioner who has been born long ago. It exudes an incomparable arrogance, and an unrivaled elegance, as if it is surrounded by an atmosphere called distance, as if it is always about something. Only when you put it far away can you feel its nobility and mystery!

However, in their eyes, loneliness is unavoidable in the arrogance, "Dude, you have flown so high, have you ever found that there are things more beautiful than clouds and rainbows in the sky?"

Yingjiu glanced at the little man, combing his wings, "Of course!"

Hongyan was curious, "What is that? Let's hear it."

Yingjiu closed his eyes, "Go up and see for yourself! Seeing with your own eyes is better than hearsay, and you won't understand if I tell you."

Hongyan was a little unhappy, but fortunately he was optimistic by nature, so he changed the subject naturally, "After the cold dew, my friends and I are going to the south, do you want to go together? The south is beautiful, full of greenery Clouds, clear brooks, drizzles, crescent moons, frosty flowers, curly plantains, clusters of fragrant flowers, velvety autumn grasses, mountain flowers..." It is like a treasure, and its voice is like the tender cry of an oriole.

The eagle interrupted it coldly, "There are turbulent torrents, towering Populus euphratica, clouds of green smoke, boundless twilight, hunting westerly winds, vague deserts, rolling rivers... and the twilight of the year..."

Unconvinced, Hongyan continued, "I made many friends in the south, including swallows, orioles, partridges, and kingfishers..."

Yingjiu quietly closed his eyes, "Go! Your dream is far away, while mine is high."

People have their own ambitions, eagles like to yearn for the sun, swan geese choose to stay in the clouds, chicks are used to perching on branches, but fish are willing to wander in the soft waves.

"Huh!? This little pebble is so beautiful, give it to me, let me take it to the south, as if you have been to Jiangnan!"

Seeing that the eagle and the eagle didn't refuse, Hongyan didn't say any more, grabbed the pebbles, and said to travel far away.

They migrate to the south every autumn for the winter, and fly back to the north in the spring. Although the south is warm, they are not nostalgic, because the north is their hometown, so they go day by day, year after year.They shuttled through the clouds and mists, crossed the dim desert, flew over the withered yellow swamp, crossed the shoal under the afterglow of the setting sun, and brushed through the fragrant maple forest covered with fallen leaves; they experienced violent storms and fought against deadly natural enemies; The snow-capped mountaintops have their traces, their wings have been drawn in the blue sky, their clear shadows are reflected on the sapphire-like lake, and their footprints have even been seen in the misty ocean.

They also couldn't tell what it was for. When their friends asked, they lowered their heads and pondered for a while: maybe because their ancestors did this, they took it as a memorial to their ancestors?Or is it a habit, the old rules cannot be changed, and the wings are full of strength at this time of year?Or to prove that they are unique, doing what others think is ridiculous is what they are fascinated by?Or to put it another way --- for travel and wandering?

They seem to be on a journey, but they are better than a journey, they seem to be for survival, but also for the longing and belief in their hearts; just ask, who is guiding them?Is that the North Pole star?Is it the warm current from the south?Or that sunlight?Or is it inner perception?

It passes through lush forests, rivers like jade belts, dotted houses, and criss-crossing wilderness. It doesn't care which country or whose territory it is. They don't have the boundaries stipulated by people in their hearts. .

Just like that, flying, flying, to the smoky Jiangnan!

The late autumn in the south of the Yangtze River is full of smog and steaming