The old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks shone under the moon.

Three parts of the world are bright moonlit night, and two parts of the rogue is Yangzhou.

A hundred thousand chunks of money is riding a crane to Yangzhou. [The latest updates are all available in the search.]

After ten years of dreaming of Yangzhou, I won the reputation of being a lucky brothel.

During the 300th year of the Tang Dynasty, Yangzhou was really a city that must be mentioned. If Chang'an occupied the grand and grand Tang Dynasty, then Yangzhou was the best footnote to the romantic atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty. Yangzhou is located in the lower reaches of the Huai River. Not far from the east is the sea outlet. It connects the sea and the Grand Canal, which communicates north and south, is the largest seaport and the most dynamic commercial city during the Sui and Tang Dynasties. It has brought one to two, thousands of tribes gathered, and thousands of ships gathered. These tests have actually told the prosperity of Yangzhou.

At the end of the late winter year of the third year of the Holy Emperor ascending the throne, Tang Song walked into Yangzhou City, the largest city in Huainan Road.

At this time, Yangzhou was divided into two parts: "Zicheng" and "Luocheng". A group of four found a guest house in Tongrunfang, Luocheng to settle down. After washing up, they had a hot meal. Tang Song saw that it was too early, so he hired a carriage with Fuxiang to head towards Zicheng on Shugang in the city.

Zicheng was used in the former Sui Jiangdu Palace City, and it was the place where all the yamen in Yangzhou City gathered. In addition to the state yamen, there was also the Yangzhou Tiandu Governor's Office, and Yangzhou Maritime Warehouse and other yamen gathered here.

During the Tang Dynasty, sea transportation trade was developed, and in addition to one land route, there was also one sea route on the Silk Road. The starting point of this Maritime Silk Road was Yangzhou and Guangzhou. Wuzhou inherited the Tang system and also established a Maritime Shipbuilding Department in Yangzhou and Guangzhou, responsible for the management and taxation of merchant ships entering and leaving.

However, the income from these two Maritime Warehouse Departments entered the inner palace, and the management rights of personnel transfer and appointment were also in the hands of the inner palace. Fuxiang came to Zicheng to go to the Maritime Warehouse Department, and Tang Song wanted to find an official in the Yangzhou Grand Governor's Office.

The carriage drove into Zicheng, and Tang Songjian refused Fuxiang's advice. After getting off the car, he found Lu's door in the endless snowflakes.

The house is not big, and there is only one old servant in the doorman. When Tang Song heard that he was delivering a letter for the old man, he hurriedly opened the small door and welcomed him in.

In the doorman, the old servant handed Tang Song a hand and mentioned that the master of our mansion was still busy with business in the Grand Governor's Office.

After hearing what the old servant said, Tang Song couldn't help but feel emotional. Although it was just a one-time relationship, he really did not read the wrong person at the beginning. This Lu Xiangxian was just like his father Lu Yuanfang, both in life and in office.

The reason why he didn't go to the Yangzhou Grand Governor's Office just now was that he thought about the heavy storm today. He thought that Lu Xiang would not go to the yamen first, but he didn't expect that he was so meticulous.

After wiping his hands and handing them back, Tang Song smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll wait for Lord Xiao Lu to come back..."

Since having had an overnight party with Shangguan Wan'er that night, the next morning, Tang Song took Shangguan Li Shangguan Jin and two generals, the capturing generals and the eunuch Fuxiang of the inner palace, to go south together.

However, before he left, Lu Yuanfang came to deliver the letter to Lu Xiang first.

"It's cold and secretly not a place for guests. If the young master wants to wait for the drama inside, there is a good place..." The old servant looked Tang Song up and down while speaking and said with a smile: "It just so happens that the young master is also a scholar to join in the fun, but it's cheap..."

After saying that, the old servant closed the door and guided Tang Song to the back house.

Walking on the road, the old servant gave a brief explanation. However, a few friends from Lu Xiangxian came to visit today, and are now eating wine and enjoying plum blossoms in half of the small garden of Houzhai.

"These are all friends who are familiar to the master, and they are not polite when they come and go. Because of this, the old servant will take the master to go there. After the master goes there, he will go to the front yard to thank him..." As they spoke, the old servant in the back garden took Tang Song to the half of the pavilion and smiled at him, signaling everything to be casual, and then went back to the front yard to greet the doorman.

Half of the pavilion is different from ordinary pavilions. Although the shape is the same, it is built with mud walls at the chest of four jades, and the open space above is covered with thick curtains to be placed or stored. At this time, although the curtains in the pavilion have been placed down, four fire cages are burning inside, people suddenly feel a heater coming to their faces after walking in.

There were four people sitting in the very large pavilion. The one who ranks high in the pavilion was an old man with a smile on his face and white hair. At this time, the four were drinking around the fire, enjoying the blooming red plum blossoms in the distance outside the pavilion while drinking.

The four of them were talking about the excitement, but when they saw Tang Song coming in, they never stopped talking. The white-bearded old man smiled at him and pointed at Hu Tang.

Tang Song sat down after a smile, and reached out to roast on the fire cage while listening to the four of them talking.

The four of them first talked about plum blossoms, then talked about plum blossom poems from plum blossoms, and then began to evaluate the plum blossom poems from history. Then they spread to reading and spread to the collection of books. The popularity and random speech are the most typical casual conversation, but the words in the conversation are adorable, without any savvy, which only makes Tang Song very interesting.

Just as the wine was over, the conversation between the four people stopped as the reading and the collection of books spread. The white-bearded old man turned around to pick up the wine and said to Tang Song: "I waited for a while and made my friend laugh. I looked at him and said, "I think it wasn't a scholar in Yangzhou?"

"I came from the north. This is the first time I went to Yangzhou to have a good eye..." Tang Song stood up and took the wine cup handed by the old man, and smiled and said: "I heard the words of the four people. Every word is natural. If it weren't for the real interest in reading, those who could never say the rhetoric would be too humble..."

Tang Song's words led the other three to turn around and look at him, "Oh, do you know how to read?"

The person who spoke was a scholar in his thirties, with a rough face and a big figure. He was like his words, with some truth to be indifferent to the affairs of the world.

"Bogao, please stop..." The white-bearded old man pressed his hands against the man and turned his eyes to Tang Song, "Seeing your age, should you be wandering?"

Scholars in the Tang Dynasty liked to study in the mountains and forests, and after reading it, they also liked to wander. Judging from the age of Tang Song, weren’t they just scholars who wandered around?

Upon hearing this, Tang Song smiled, "Yes, we came all the way south, since we crossed the Huai River and entered the Yangzhou City, even the heavy snow seemed to have become much softer..."

As soon as this said, the four of them laughed, and the old man touched his beard, "The scholars from the north always feel a little uncomfortable when they first came to Jiangnan..."

Tang Song sat down and rubbed his hands slowly on the fire cage. "There is nothing unfamiliar to it. Once you cross the Huai River, you will enter the south of the Yangtze River. The wind is light and the water is soft, and the apricot flowers are misty rain. This is the taste of Jiangnan. Ten miles long streets and the moonlight bridge is full of gods. Yangzhou is a famous city in Jiangnan. Shouldn't it be light and soft? It's just that I'm sorry that I came too late. If the fireworks come here in March, Is it the most charm of Jiangnan and Yangzhou..."

The young scholar with a rough face slicked his palm and smiled, "I said in a few words that Jiangnan Jiamiao, a scholar from the north, had some insights..."

Another person next to him also chuckled: "There are ten miles of streets and the streets are connected by the wells, and the gods are seen on the moonlight bridge. I am a good poem for a good friend..."

Tang Song smiled, "Just picking up people's teeth and wisdom." Just then, the newly put cold wine was already hot, and the rough scholar who called "Bogao" stood up and poured it for everyone.

With the rolling heat, Tang Song slowly drank a cup of wine and praised: "I can drink this cup of Fuping Shiwanchun in the sky, so I enjoy a good taste..."

Hearing his words, the rough scholar laughed more and more happily, "Okay, okay, you are an example of knowing wine. Zheweng's treasures for the past twenty years..." After saying that, he poured another cup for Tang Song, "The wine has been cooked, and it is time to continue the topic that has not yet been finished. Let's talk about the fun of reading. If you say it well, you will drink three more cups of it like a harem?"

Everyone laughed, and one of the other two said, "Good, you Bo Gao, you will only do this thing that is generous to others. Zheweng must not indulge him anymore..."

"The wine and tea should be learned that they have been drinking together..." The old man stroked his white beard and laughed, "There is nothing left and right, so I might as well talk casually to help us enjoy the wine..."

Although the four people in the seat were not acquainted with each other, their words and deeds were all true and morale, and none of them were eager to find out about his origin. Since entering the capital of God, Tang Song has never been as relaxed as he is today. For a while, the play also had some interesting talk that fits the environment. "I learned that for thousands of years, it is up to ancient people to write. If we talk about the sound of pine, streams, mountain birds, wild insects, cranes, pianos, chess pieces falling, rain falling on the steps, snow sprinkles in the windows, all of which are the most clear and the sound of reading is the most..."

"The wonderful words of these two lines of Mr. Wuliu are quoted, and the wonderful words of reading sounds. These two lines are worth three cups of fine wine. Come and drink it."

Tang Song had finished drinking, and the rough scholar filled him again, urging him: "Let's continue.

Tang Song smiled, "A strange encounter in a thousand years is like a good friend. However, if you want to gain the pleasure of reading, you should take the rabbit to lose your utilitarian mind.

Besides this, there is a difference between the landscape and the season..."

Now, even the white-bearded old man was excited and leaned forward slightly and asked with a smile: "What about the land?"

"In terms of the ground, reading is suitable for building, and there are five pleasures: no shock of knocking on the door and pecking, one is fast; you can look far away, two is fast: no moisture soaks in the seat, three is fast; you can hear the sound of bamboo leaves swaying and birds singing, four is fast; you can see clouds lying on the high eaves, five is fast..."

It was snowing outside the pavilion, and it was as warm as spring. Tang Song held a wine cup in his hand and said lightly, "It was like reading at night in Yangzhou, which was the most suitable pavilion by the Huai River. It was because if you read here, you could enjoy the clear moon. Six: the stream clouds were just rising, the mountain rain was about to come, the crows were sails, the fishing lamps shining on the shore, the river was flying, and the trees were thronged. The distance cannot be depicted like a painting..."

"What a wonderful thing" This time, the man spoke was another middle-aged scholar. After saying that, he turned around and said to the old man with white beard: "Zheweng's family has a Guangsha high hall, but it has a high shelf in front of the library on the banks of the Huai River. Everyone was puzzled. How dare you ask Zheweng's wish for this month's enjoyment?"

The old man with white beard smiled and looked very proud, "This little friend told people's hearts in one word... I am a true soulmate..."

Tang Song did not expect that these words were on the old man. He immediately stood up and thought that he would like to thank him for praise, but his body was pulled back by the rough scholar beside him. "Don't be polite, the witty words are just right, and what should I do if I talk about the difference between the scenery and the season?"

Facing the fire cage, his body gradually became hot. Tang Song put down the wine cup and took off the fox fur and said, "If you talk about the difference in reading seasons, it is best to read the scriptures in this cold winter. It is the only way to read history: it is suitable for summer, which is long for the sky and long for the time; it is suitable for autumn to read the various poems, which is the best for spring, which is smooth. The so-called autumn wind is closed, the night rain is hanging on the lamp, and lying on the tears of "Li Sao": the sun is clear and the wine is loaded with wine. Shen Yi said that the fun of reading is actually different from the seasons..."

At this point, everyone's eyes had already been firmly focused on Tang Song. As soon as he finished his words, someone immediately asked: "So what about Jing?"

"For example, reading history should reflect the snow, and use the mysterious and bright mirror: reading the son should accompany the moon to send the distant gods; reading Buddhist books should be directed at beauties to avoid falling into the sky: reading series of books such as "Shan Hai Jing" should follow the sparse flowers and thin bamboos to collect the boundless travel and make an appointment with the theory of ethereal; reading the sacred mountain should be sad and shocking, reading fu should be whirlwinds, reading poems should be singing children to pat, reading miscellaneous records of ghosts and gods should burn candles to break the secluded, and as for others, the situation is different but the rhymes are different..."

"My words, wonderful words, drink, drink." After hearing what Tang Song said, the rough scholar actually drank the wine cup in his hand. The wine dripped on his jaw and clothes completely ignored it. In just a moment, he drank a bowl of wine cleanly.

Before this, the four of them had already drunk a lot. After the rough scholar drank a bowl of rice, he immediately became drunk. After drinking it all, Tang Song saw him throwing the empty bowl of wine and smashing it on the steps outside and smashing it into pieces.

His actions made Tang Song stunned.

Are you drunk?

He looked up at the other three people but saw the three people shaking their heads and smiling bitterly, with a look of pretentious expression, and even a look of anticipation in their eyes.

After throwing the wine cup, the man stood up and staggered towards the desk in the corner of the pavilion. At this time, the four treasures of the study must be indispensable for the gathering of literati, and the pen and ink were ready to be used at any time. After the rough scholar got to the desk, he began to dance with his hands and feet, and there were still strange sounds in his mouth.

It was crazy, this rough scholar was completely crazy. Seeing this, Tang Song was stunned.

What's wrong with this person?

Such behavior is really too performance art, and it is the queen of modern times.

Holding the ink pen in his hand, he waved it randomly, and in a blink of an eye, the rough scholar's face was stained with ink, spilling black and white, and the cat was like a cat, but he didn't realize it at all. After another roar of shocking the roof tiles, he saw him pounce on the desk and writing like rain.

Tang Song stared at the sight of curiosity and saw that the rough scholar wrote a crazy cursive script on the paper, with dragons and phoenixes flying in each word, and he couldn't see clearly what he was writing.

It was a big storm like a sky-splashing scene, and that was the result. Can... It's too much!

Tang Song let out a long breath, concentrates his mind and looks carefully, but he sees that the rough men's actions are like crazy and crazy. Each stroke is like a top and a swaying downward. The strokes are gentle and free, and there is a unique rhythm in the control of the rush and rapid control. Then look at the words in detail, the strokes are unrestrained and bold, and the strokes are continuous. Even if there are occasional interruptions, the strokes are broken and the meaning is continuous. Every word is connected with danger of flying eaves and walking on the wall.

Faced with this crazy cursive script that came out in one go, Tang Song was confused by his mind, and his mind wandered with the pen, and he felt a refreshing feeling.

After careful reading, I also realized that what he wrote on the paper was exactly what he said about reading. This rough scholar actually had the ability to remember it without forgetting it, and every word and sentence was not bad at all.

The brushwork was like the wind, and it was done in one go. After a moment, the rough scholar had finished writing, "The wonderful wine and wonderful theory complement each other. From now on, we should never underestimate the scholars in the northern region..." After saying that, he threw the bald pen with thick ink in his hand, and the man sat on the ground and smiled foolishly.

Just then, the old servant in the gatehouse walked in and reported that due to heavy snow today, the Yingzhou Office of our mansion invited us to inspect the snow conditions of the villages in the city. It was difficult to return. I would like to ask you to go to the next day to get a higher meeting.

"Bogao was so crazy today that even if the elephant came back first, it would be amazing..." The three of them thought that Tang Song was a guest of the Lu Mansion and should have been placed here. Therefore, without saying much, he asked him to meet again next day, and then he helped the rough scholar out of the mansion.

After watching the four people leave, Tang Song smiled silently, feeling that there is nothing strange about people he has encountered since time traveling. He and the four people had a drink and chatted, and they were very acquainted, but until they parted, they did not even know the names and names of each other.

However, because of this, the occasional meeting this time is even more relaxed and unforgettable.

After laughing, Tang Song took Lu Yuanfang's letter from his sleeve and handed it to his old servant, and then left half of the pavilion. However, after walking a few steps, he turned back and took the rough sleeve written by the scholar on the desk and then left the Lu Mansion.

It was too late to return to the inn, and Fuxiang had already returned. However, this trip was also a coincidence. After going on a patrol in Yangzhou, he was separated by heavy snow and was separated on Jiangxin Island by heavy snow after going on a patrol two days ago. Therefore, he never saw it.

"It's okay, heavy snow has always been a big deal these days. It's not too late to see him again after he comes back in two days.

Upon hearing this, Fuxiang urged the Maritime Office that lived in Shugangzi City. Tang Song pondered for a moment and shook his head and refused.

Although the Maritime Warehouse Office does not care about civil affairs, Yangzhou, which is the city of Shanggang, is extremely powerful and is the most eye-catching place. Living there is actually inconsistent with Tang Song's original intention of coming to Jiangnan.

As it happened to be the heavy snow, nothing could be done. Tang Song had the plan to take this break to Chuzhou and his rank.

When I woke up the next morning, the snow was much smaller than yesterday, but it still did not stop. Tang Song took the ancient musical piano and went to Chuzhou with Shangguan Li.

The feeling of rushing against the wind and snow was really bad, but Shangguan Li was full of energy. He sometimes rode his horse and even pulled his clothes open and his chest was exposed. It must be the cold wind and snow that reminded him of his life in captivating the northeastern frontier.

Seeing Shangguan Li like this, Tang Song smiled happily and rode his horse faster. Although the wind and snow on his face were like a knife, when he thought of the crystal's spotless peacock eyes, he suddenly felt a faint and long-lasting warmth in his heart.

Last year, as Qiu Renjie went to preach the prime minister, Zhang Jianzhi was exiled to Chuzhou, Huainan Road, and took the position of Sima. When he left the capital, he brought crystals with him. I won’t talk about the ones from south to north before. Since he arrived in Yangzhou, there was no reason not to see crystals.

Chuzhou is very close to Yangzhou, and the two of them are on the road in a hurry. Even though it was wind and snow, they only took more than a day to reach their destination.

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I hurriedly rushed, but I still lost more than 800 words, so I will definitely make up for it tomorrow.

(To be continued.)
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