Mirror of the Sky

Returning to the Zhang residence in Xiongjing, Zhang Huansheng settled in a side hospital to recover from his injuries.

I don't know if no one knew it, or if they all pretended not to know. For a few days, no 'family' came to visit. On the contrary, Yang Mo of Chixiongwei seemed quite loyal and said goodbye to Zhang Huansheng in the suburbs of Beijing. A few days later, I made a special trip to visit to visit the doctor.

He was Zhang Huansheng's first visitor after recognizing his ancestors and returning to his ancestry, and he finally made the main hall of the side courtyard where Zhang Huansheng lived, useful.

After the two of them were seated separately, Yang Mo rubbed the delicate red sandalwood handle of the brocade chair, drank fragrant tea, and looked up to see the bright pavilion and the picturesque pavilion and water corridor outside the door. The interior furnishings were elegant. Besides, there are rows of maids and servants serving on the side, and he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, smiled slightly, and said, "Xiongjing Zhang's mansion really deserves to be a famous family, it's really big.

The gentleman now has beautiful women to add fragrance to his bed, and when he rises, he is servants and squires like clouds. The days are so unhappy. "

Zhang Huansheng heard what he meant in the dark, his mind moved, and he laughed to himself, first waved his hands to drive away all the servants who were serving in the main hall, and then he considered it, shook his head gently and said, "Brother Yang is joking. .

Our ancient family's heritage is all based on the inheritance of blood. In my opinion, these living styles, if appropriate, should exist as a necessity to distinguish the noble and the low, but if they exceed it, it is pure vanity.

What's more, the world is now upside down, and the noble and the low are exchanged.

Many merchants and family members have no moral and shameless hearts, use clever tricks and greed for profits, and suddenly become rich;

People from the poor family, relying on a chance, they will become Tian Shelang in the morning, and Tianzitang in the evening. The accumulation of one generation can make the food and daily life of the whole family comparable to that of a prince. My petty style is nothing. "

Hearing this, Yang Mo sighed suddenly, applauded and said, "Gentleman, you are really born in the line of nobility, this knowledge is indeed superior to others, and he said the key points in just a few words.

Alas, among the children of the Xiong Jing family, I don't know how many people can't see the stakes in this, and they blindly pursue luxury and luxury, turning a deaf ear to the current situation where the world is upside down and the exchange between the noble and the lowly.

Not to mention, even the words 'noble people choose what they want' that have been hung on the gate of Guozijian in the past hundred years, can't understand the deep meaning of it. "

Zhang Huansheng was pretending to be a disciple of a noble family. The words he just said were all to echo Yang Mo. Seeing that he had guessed Yang Mo's hidden thoughts correctly, he smiled and waited for him to say it automatically. the true intention of this visit.

And after a few breaths of time, Yang Mo really said again: "Although there are many insensitive fools, among the children of the Xiong Jing family are like gentlemen, and there are also many people with long-term knowledge.

He also formed a club called 'Heavenly Man', and I am one of them..."

Having said that, Yang Mo looked straight at Zhang Juansheng, hoping that he would have a whim, and responded, "Is there still such a group club, then I will also accompany the last seat and join this Tianren Club. ", but I didn't expect that Zhang Huansheng opened his mouth as if he wanted to speak, but suddenly touched the internal injury in his chest, and the heart-piercing 'cough, cough...' coughed violently.

After the breath was evenly mixed, his face was flushed with suffocation, he clutched his chest and asked bitterly, "Brother Yang, do you know who the villain I fought against in the suburbs of Xiongjing that day?"

Why would you dare to commit a crime at the feet of my Great Emperor Chu? "

Seeing Zhang Huansheng suffering from an old injury, and asking about the origin of the enemy, Yang Mo naturally couldn't say anything else, he could only reply with an expression of the same enemy: "The identity of those people before is no longer important, but they disguised themselves as actors and entered the capital. , When he captured people, he acted carefully. If he hadn't inadvertently had a conflict with a drunken merchant, we might have taken him out of Xiongjing without us even realizing it.

Judging from various indications, I think 80% of it is the so-called remnants of the "Black Ice Terrace" in the former Qin Dynasty. "

"Qianqin, Heibingtai!" Zhang Huansheng said in surprise when he heard the words: "That's what you said. It was built by Yangzi, the king of the Qin Dynasty, more than a thousand years ago, and it was finally assisted by the eagle-dog secret guard who ruled the world under the emperor Ying, Heibing. the stage?"

"Of course." Yang Mo said in a deep voice, "The hundred-footed worm dies and does not become stiff. What's more, Qin has established a country since the Middle Ages. After the Xia, Shang, and Zhou dynasties, it has not been destroyed, and it has ruled the world for thirty-nine years. It is also a matter of course.

In the seven hundred years since Chu seized the Qin Ding, the Black Ice Terrace has not known how much chaos the world has caused, and its means have been used in every possible way. Even when the flood is flooding, it has done such a conscientious thing as digging a levee. , it is really hateful, hateful!

And this kind of calamity in the world is definitely not something you can deal with alone. You also need to guard against haste and forbearance. Don't provoke random anger because of a momentary personal anger. "

Zhang Huansheng heard the words and did not speak. He pondered for a moment and said, "Thank you, Brother Yang, for your kind reminder. I just don't know, what kind of characters did the remnants of the Black Ice Terrace kidnapped that day?"

"It's just the work of a few craftsmen in the Ministry of Works," Yang Mo recalled the past, frowned and said, "There is also the female son of Gongshu who has served as the head of the construction company of the Ministry of Works in all dynasties. It was the lady who was saved by me because of your obstruction."

"Gongshuzi, the ancestor of the Gongshu family, is a sage with seven orifices in his heart, nine fingers on his hands, and is respected by the world as the 'ancestor of all utensils'," Zhang Huansheng said strangely when he heard the words: "His descendants have not yet been completed. There are some arguments for taking the chief officer and kidnapping it.

But Heixingtai took so much effort to sneak into Xiongjing and grab a few craftsmen. What are they doing? "

As soon as he finished speaking, Chunxi suddenly rushed into the main hall in a hurry. After giving the salute, he said softly, "Gentleman, the master urgently summons you to discuss matters in the study room of the main courtyard."

When the host and the host heard this, Zhang Yuansheng, the host, had not spoken, but Yang Mo, the guest, had already stood up with a smile, "Since Mr. Maosong has urgently summoned you to discuss matters, don't delay. Courtyard.

I said goodbye. "

"Grandfather wouldn't call me to meet easily," Zhang Xuansheng said with a sincere apology, "I didn't expect Brother Yang to visit, but he suddenly thought of me.

The elder's order cannot be violated. I originally wanted to leave Brother Yang after you had lunch in the humble house, but now I have to shamelessly confess the crime. ”, personally sent Yang Mo away, and then went to the study in the main courtyard of Zhang Mansion.

He opened the bamboo curtain and entered, and saw Zhang Maosong standing on the water-milled bluestone floor that was being washed, with a few swipes of ink on a sandalwood strip, and Zhang Fenghua, Zhang Juwan, Zhang Kuangqi and several children of Zhang's direct line standing on the right;

On the left stood a middle-aged nobleman with three long beards and a young son. Zhang Huansheng felt strange in his heart, but silently stood aside and waited patiently.

When a few withered plums appeared on the paper, Zhang Maosong suddenly asked without raising his head: "There are paintings but no postscripts, and there is no way to make a scroll. Does anyone of you have a good sentence?"