The musicians were isolated in the outer hall and allowed them to sing the tunes of the official's new work "The Legend of White Snake". After they sat down at the main seat, they rarely mentioned the popular rumor.

Lin Jingmo, Qu Duan and even Mei Yue all looked calm. Qu Duan almost laughed in his heart: That's it? That's it? Just this little thing is worth Zhang Deyuan's big fanfare of calling people to gang up? Lin Jingmo shook his head.

"Today's official family is not ordinary. I'm afraid they are happy that the two prime ministers can make peace and fight without breaking up. Only in this way can we work together as one to fight the Northern Expedition." Lu Zhi suddenly became excited, twirled his beard with his hand and smiled with satisfaction: "Otherwise

, the east and west palaces should have been fighting each other, but it should be noted that for thousands of years, the art of weighing in the court has been the right principle."

Qu Duan sneered, feeling that what this Minister Lu said was unreasonable. His mind was crooked, and the point was probably off-center. Sure enough, he then heard Zhang Jun Qiqi Ai Ai say: "As Shen Mu said, the official summoned me today

Brother Tongyuanzhen entered the palace, but he strongly appreciated that we both performed our respective duties and worked together in the same boat." Lu Zhi sighed and seemed quite regretful, but Liu Ziyu had been looking at Zhang Jun worriedly just now, and then he heard this

Relaxed, the criminal exclaimed: "The officials are wise!"

Qu Duan rolled his eyes secretly, feeling that this Xianggong Zhang was worthy of being the biggest villain. He now understood Zhang Deyuan's purpose of calling people here tonight, which was nothing more than "tolerance for the sake of the country and the Northern Expedition".

After making an impassioned speech, he didn’t bother to talk for a while, and slowly scooped up the cup of fermented rice dumplings on the table. It should be said that Prime Minister Zhang’s family is indeed a famous family in Sichuan, and the cook in the house is very good at cooking. At the same time, he did not forget to look at Lin Jingmo. This

The way in which the Secretary of the Ministry of Revenue, who was recognized as a good scholar, just sent a musician to Zhang Jun was too tough and unreasonable. There must be a reason. Sensing Qu Duan's probing eyes, Lin Jingmo turned his head and winked at Qu Duan.

Qu Duan was stunned for a moment, then he smiled again and lowered his head to scoop up the rice dumplings. After all, only Zu'an and the delicious food could not be let down. As for the private affairs of that brat Xiahou, let's talk about it later!

Ninety-two, be alert to the call. There will be troops at night, so don’t be afraid.

At this moment, Liu Ziyu was talking to Zhang Jun in the alley: "Xiangong Lu in the southeast is quite skillful. With him suppressing him there, Jiangnan Taoism and Baima will not be connected with deposed officials. This matter should be discussed separately.

There is someone behind the scenes." Fu glanced at Qu Duan again and continued to talk: "Two envoys, Mr. Yu Wen is really weak. If there are any leaders of the Western Army who dare to disobey orders, let me tell you.

It is better to imitate Lu Yihao and kill Xianggong Lu! If Lu Xianggong had been asked to appease Guanxi in the first place and had followed Qu Dutong's domineering temperament, I'm afraid that his half-life achievements in wisdom and bravery would have been buried in the wild grass of Shilin along with Beimang Xinlong.

It’s the same even if I’m afraid.”

Hearing this, Lin Jingmo frowned and stretched out his hand under the table to gently press the slightly panicked nephew Mei Qu. He stood up and left the table in an elegant and leisurely manner and turned to the outside of the screen. He seemed to be giving some instructions to the musicians. Lu Zhi seemed to be giving some instructions to the musicians.

He squinted his eyes and watched indifferently. Zhang Deyuan suddenly thought: Because of the discord in Yaoshan at that time, Liu Ziyu and Qu Duan were not able to deal with each other, and they often targeted Yan Xiu secretly. But tonight, I don’t know what happened to Yan Xiu. He really lost his words.

It's very inappropriate to have such a sense of propriety and put that private disagreement into the open.

Qu Duan threw down the spoon and sneered. He was about to open his mouth to ridicule, but he might as well listen to the melodious and clear lyrics of the White Snake song outside the screen, and he didn't know when it turned into a gloomy and desolate one:

"Yesterday Jusuo died in the army, and today Tianfeng died in prison."

Qu Duan was startled for a moment, and looked at Lin Jingmo again. When he saw the man nodded lightly, he was rarely calm when he spoke: "The rivers and mountains will not change, and the people will move several times. If Guanxi is lost, future generations will remember the achievements of you and me."

If I don’t remember, what’s the point?” The lyrics kept singing outside the screen, causing Lu Zhi to frown and listen.

"If Xu Youmou is put to good use, the safety of the country will belong to the Cao family."

Zhang Jun only felt that tonight's party was a mistake. He rubbed his throbbing forehead and hurriedly said something else to attract Liu Ziyu's attention. The sound of the pipa outside the screen became more and more urgent, and suddenly a string was struck like a crack of silk -

—

"All the pillars of Hebei are broken, how can we not lose our country at this time?"

The west wind noisy with the bamboos, and the autumn rain falls outside the window.

Qu Duan was already feeling impatient, so he would leave first under the pretext of Qiu Yu. Seeing this, Lin Jingmo also accused Zhang Jun and left with Plum Oak. After leaving Zhang's house, Qu Duan immediately thanked Lin Jingmo for his help in the banquet.

The Minister Xiao Lin only shook his head and chuckled: "Maoxiu once mentioned to me that ever since he entered the court, he always felt that the Minister of the Ministry of War was very murderous. I only hope that Yan Xiu can change him to some extent.

That temper." Qu Duanfu looked up and down the plum tree again, turned around and said to Lin Jingmo with a smile: "This is your Xun Ling." After saying that, he did not hold an umbrella and just rode away in the autumn rain.

However, Liu Ziyu lingered around Zhang Jun for a while. By the time he left the house for the last time, the autumn rain had already begun, and the drizzle fell like threads from the eaves beside the road. The streets were blurred and stretched into the distance, like smoke and fog. Liu Ziyu

He waved his servants away and refused to ride on the carriage. He opened an oil-paper umbrella that was as green as the rain, lightly gathered his brick-red robe, and walked slowly on the almost deserted street. After a moment, he suddenly burst out laughing: "

That libretto is about me!" The paper umbrella moved slightly, and the person under the umbrella looked up at the rain curtain, shook his head, and then gently swung his left sleeve behind his back, with a faint wisp of roses in his movements.

The fragrance blends into the rain, inexplicably reminding people of "the powerless red makeup lying on the late branches".

"The clouds are still and the mist is falling, and the rain is misty... An De invites us to sit down and talk about his life." The chant became lower and lower, and finally disappeared at the end of the long street along with the figure as straight as a sword.

Ninety-three: Stronger than stubborn, there is evil; a gentleman walks alone, if wet in the rain, there is no blame.

A few days later, the street talk that had calmed down resumed, but the content was changed. It was about Qu Duan being one of the ten major military governors and the de facto leader of the army. He privately discussed this with Zhang Jun, the prime minister of the West Prefecture, and Liu Ziyu, the minister of the Ministry of War.

The past was very close, and there was a suspicion of collusion between civil and military officials. Xia Houyuan rarely lost his composure, and walked around the study anxiously. He punched the palm of his left hand with his right hand angrily, "How can these censors not even understand the absurd words spoken by ignorant people?"

Don't let it go even if you argue! Jiedu, they just can't get along with you!" Qu Duan sat behind the desk and sneered, wiping a sword in his hand. Xia Houyuan's sharp eyes recognized that the sword was from the old days in Kansai.

"Pearl and coix, in the final analysis, the king only thinks about it. If you are concerned about it, Xiahou, you will be confused. Today's officials are so broad-minded that even the ancient sages are not. You don't have to worry too much, just wait and see!"

Sure enough, he ignored the imperial case, and no one mentioned it, so the matter was settled.

Ninety-five: Amaranthus and Lu are correct, and there is no fault in the middle line.

Autumn ends, winter solstice comes, spring comes, March 3rd is the Shangsi Festival. The official family allowed a day off to rest, but specially issued an order to recruit Yang Yizhong to accompany him from the inner palace.

Qu Duan did not go out that day. Instead, he entertained a rare guest in the study. It was none other than Lin Jingmo, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue. The two talked for a long time. It was not until the pot of tea was gone that Lin Jingmo stood up and left. Qu Duan was confused.

He sent people out in a daze and returned to the study again. He remembered that during the conversation, Xiao Lin Shangshu specifically pointed out that Wang Sizong at the beginning of this dynasty was "strict and Ming, especially proud and ruthless". He was silent for a long time. And Lin Jingmo's parting words: "Qu

Dutong is afraid that he is looking in the wrong direction, and he is afraid that the drunkard's intention is not to drink. Qu Dutong is also capable of writing, so he should know that Xiahou Xiaowei uses allusions." Qu Duan was even more thrilling.

With a sigh, Qu Duan knocked on the stack of letters on the table, and frowned even more. The information in the letter was quite detailed and complete. Most of the people near Shenwumen were civil servants, monks, monasteries and Taoists, but there was no one among them.

He said that one of the "Green Bamboo and Flowing Water Houses" had female relatives of the right age. He turned around and looked at Xia Houyuan, who had been pretending to be a wooden figure next to him from the beginning, and sighed again.

The room was filled with silence, and the spring willows and flowers covered the heavy door.

It was the arrival of Er Zhang that broke the pervasive embarrassment. Probably because of the festival, Er Zhang also changed his civilian attire today. Zhang Zhongfu briefly glanced at the words on the document, and felt a little enlightened. He glanced at Xiahou's wooden figure and shook his head.

He shook his head and smiled and said, "Jiedu, why don't you and I go out and have fun during this festive season? Don't let down the beautiful spring scenery. Let's talk about Xiahou later!" Qu Duanzheng was confused because of Xiahou, so he wanted to refuse, but suddenly he thought about Yangliu.

The wind was gentle, the branches of red apricots were blooming, my heart moved, and I agreed with the words. Before going out, I gritted my teeth and asked Xia Houyuan to follow: "Go to the stable to pick a good horse, and rest the poor mule!

"

While he was talking, a civet cat seemed to be jumping through the trees and flowers.

Four people rode horses and walked slowly along the Bianhe River. They saw the wind and dew carrying the scent of flowers, the spring waves and the sun. They met a wandering girl on the left side of the road. The singing pipe carried new sounds. The song said: "No matter how grassy the cups and plates are, the wine is beautiful and the plum blossoms are beautiful."

Acidity is just right for a person's embrace. You can't laugh while arranging flowers when you're drunk. The pitiful spring is like a person getting old." The four of them stopped to listen. After finishing the song, they clapped their hands and praised: "Ji An Yi's wonderful lyrics, so broad-minded.

, no wonder official works often borrow the name of layman Yi An." While chatting and laughing, Qu Duan did not forget to observe the attitude of his personal guards towards the beautiful lady like clouds in Bianhe River, but every time he turned around, he always spoke sincerely to Xia Houyuan

Their eyes met, and the more they looked, the more they felt suffocated. Finally, they couldn't help but asked softly: "You have wasted your time and there is not even a man or a woman under your knees. If that person doesn't respond to you, what will you do in the future?"

He boldly folded a flower and handed it to Qu Duan, smiling and saying: "This flower is blooming well, do you want to put a hairpin on it too?"

Qu Duan took a fixed look at the lilac flower that "seemed like a heap of brocades when it shined". His heart was filled with confusion, and he hurriedly refused Xia Houyuan to give him a hairpin. He only made two pieces and disappeared, leaving Xia Houyuan alone to feel aggrieved.

Qu: I was the one who gave Jiedu hairpins in Kansai, so why did Jiedu become more rigid in the capital?

At the same time, in a restaurant in Bianhe River, the former Taixue trio actually took advantage of this holiday to have a small gathering. They also heard this new poem from afar, and they all admired: "No wonder the officials would rather mention the layman Yi An.

Not to mention the second concubine." Zhang Jun shook his head and said: "I'd better not mention this private matter of the official family anymore." Zhao Ding personally poured a drink for him and asked Yin Yin: "The street discussion incident in late autumn last year, although it was

It was a false alarm, but it is not appropriate for Deyuan to invite me and Hu Mingzhong to a banquet today with great fanfare."

Zhang Jun picked up the wine glass and took a sip. He smiled brightly and said: "It's just a small skill that can't be put on the stage. I just hope that brother Yuan Zhen will not be separated from me from now on." Hearing this, Hu Yin put down his chopsticks and was about to speak, but was stopped by Zhao.

Ding took the lead: "When we suddenly encountered national chaos, we decided on a life-and-death relationship in difficult times, and we had to meet the Lord Ming, who has supported us all the way. Now that I am the prime minister and you are the prime minister, we should guard the temple together, even if

We all have our own wings, so we might as well discuss the romance together. What Deyuan said is that I am rigid." Hu Yin was about to interrupt, but Zhang Jun on the other side had already grasped Zhao Ding's hands: "Today is the Chinese New Year, brother Yuan Zhen, hurry up

Don't mention the state and military affairs, let's just talk about private friendship." Zhao Ding looked at him for a while, smiled slightly, and felt comfortable.

Hu Yin was silenced one after another, looked left and right, and simply stood up: "Young brother, I still have documents at home, so I won't stand in the eyes of my two brothers here. Farewell!" After that, he didn't care about Zhao and Zhang getting up to persuade him to stay.

, turned around and went downstairs resolutely, haha, I, Hu Mingzhong, should not be here today! It is better to go home and serve the Song Dynasty and serve the officials. In the elegant compartment, Zhao Zhang looked at each other and felt a little ashamed, and a civet cat followed him in time.

The railing jumped up to the window pane, with a leisurely posture, but only a pair of eyes flashed like a human being watching the fun.

When night falls, the Bianhe River gradually lights up with thousands of lights, which complement the rising moonlight in the sparkling water. On such a good night, even Liu Zihui went out to play, but Liu Ziyu was drinking in the house. Looking around, there was only plain scenery.

Lu Zhi, who had great ambitions, accompanied him. "Things go by a thousand years ago, but sorrow lasts only a day." When the wine went deep, Liu Ziyu threw a pot and sang. Lu Zhi shook his head repeatedly, but didn't care about him.

Sipping the jade liquid in the cup slowly, I looked at the crow's nest on the black tallow tree in the atrium in ecstasy, "The moon is sparse and the stars are flying south, and the crows are flying south, circling the tree three times, where is the branch to rely on?" The walnuts in my hand were turning more and more anxiously.

A civet cat jumped onto a branch from nowhere, startling the sound of crows, and then the figure as flexible as electricity jumped into the deep night in the distance, heading straight to the inner palace. Not long after, Yang, who had been standing at the entrance of the palace for a long time,

Yizhong gently caught the civet cat, hugging it carefully and happily as if hugging a whole country.

A thousand-year-old city, a thousand autumn moons, a few people and a few barren hills.

At midnight, Qu Duan's house was still very lively. The veterans set up a barbecue stall and clamored to continue having fun. In the noise, Qu Duan was twisting Xia Houyuan's hairpin over and over and refused to give up after being rejected.

Not sparing the red apricots pinned to Tie Xiang's body, he suddenly turned around and asked Xia Houyuan: "You still haven't told me the truth yet?"

Looking at his family’s temperament: “Ever since I saw the peach blossom, I have no doubts about it even now.” Qu Duan nodded with a smile, but then looked up to the sky and sighed.

Beside you, several peach trees are blooming in the moonlight. Thousands of flying flowers entangle with the willow branches for a moment and then slowly spin down. A good night for many lovers.

ps:

1. Lin Jingmo’s courtesy name is Shen Mu. In the article, he persecutes Liu Ziyu, but in his own world, his methods are indeed quite extreme, he is fearless, and he is a wolf killer.

2. Zetianyu: Masters the decision and can make peace.

3. Youfeng Fake refers to the matchmaker.
Chapter completed!