Royal Road

Late spring in March, the spring is bright and sunny, and the sky is sunny. Although Weishan does not have any unique scenery, it is full of verdant green and gurgling clear water, which makes the eyes refreshing and comforting. I saw a dozen young langjun sitting around the Sushui Pavilion. The oldest of these people was less than a weak crown, and the youngest was less than fourteen. One by one, Fu powder hairpins, dressed in red and green. At a glance, it was a bit more splendid than the mountain flowers beside the pavilion.

Like Zhongxing Pengyue, a man sat in the water-receiving pavilion. He is young, with long white eyes and a stern face. He wears an apricot and yellow single robe, a lacquered sarong crown on his head, and a white jade ruyi in his hand. Under the chin, the beautiful beard swayed lightly in the wind, making it more graceful and self-satisfied. This person is the Zhongzheng official Wang Wen, the first-in-law of the Jinyang Wang clan in Taiyuan, and the fourth son of Situ Wang Hun, who were evaluated by the Ninth-rank official this time.

With such an examiner, the children of all families can't wait to do all they can, and the officials are gloomy. Wang Wen sat in the main seat, talking and laughing freely, sometimes examining poems and books, sometimes commenting on calligraphy and painting, and some people who voted for Fuqin and debated. He also answered one by one. Although always smiling and polite, Wang Wen felt a little impatient. Shangdang is a big county, but its position is dangerous, and it has always been a battleground for military strategists. As a result, the surrounding wars have continued for years, and most of the gentry are local tycoons, and their writing style is much inferior to Jinyang, not to mention the style and appearance.

I have been accustomed to seeing high school children since I was a child, and looking at the hypocritical manners of these little gentry, it is really unappetizing. It was also because he remembered that he had an important task, so he didn't leave in advance. Now that the evaluation is more than halfway, it shouldn't take long for those who are barely able to be called gentry.

Shaking Ruyi, Wang Wenzheng was about to take the exam for a candidate. A small official hurried over and said with an ear: "Knowing Zhongzheng, there is a Langjun here, and I want to ask to see him."

When is this all coming, I just rushed to Sushui Pavilion now, don't you put the evaluation in your eyes? Wang Wen's elegance is very high, but he has not encountered such a rude person. He frowned, and just about to refuse, the little official added in a low voice: "That Langjun is so sick, it seems that he didn't come late on purpose..."

This is beyond the scope of the scrivener's responsibilities. Wang Wen glanced at the little official in surprise, and found that the man's complexion was a little red, and he was faintly sympathetic. In an instant, curiosity prevailed, and he nodded slightly: "Bring him up."

The little official ran off without any hesitation. Looking at the other party's slightly anxious back, Wang Wen twisted his beard and leaned on the Pingji behind him. He wanted to see how this latecomer impressed his staff.

After waiting for less than half a cup of tea, I saw one person climbing up the steps, slowly walking towards the Sushui Pavilion. Wang Wen's eyes were not very good all year round. At first, he could only see a long and thin figure, wearing a black robe and a small white jade crown, two long red tassels tied under his chin, and his body was straight and he walked slowly. . A robe was blown by the mountain breeze, swaying unsteadily, so that the person was also like a bamboo in the wind, with a curvaceous posture.

Just a silhouette compared all the vulgar objects outside the pavilion. Wang Wen unconsciously sat up straight, and even forgot the candidate who was being evaluated, staring at the people with wide-eyed eyes. The more carefully he looked, the more surprised he was.

That is a very beautiful person. The hair is like crow feathers, the face is like fine snow, a pair of phoenix eyes are long and narrow and slightly raised, the eyes are radiant, and the eyes are like painted paint. With the sword eyebrows on the temples, it is so handsome and dazzling. If those eyes are placed on a healthy person, it will definitely make people feel tall and graceful. Unfortunately, he is very ill. His eyes were black and his lips were pale. Upon closer inspection, even his figure swayed slightly, as if a whistling mountain wind could kill him.

The extreme clearness and the extreme sickness are mixed together, combined with that jade-like appearance. It can be said that the person is like a sick willow, and the body is like a lonely pine, which makes people amazed and extremely regretful. Fear of being careless, the thief would take away his life.

Perhaps it was shocked by his posture, inside and outside the Sushui Pavilion, the people who had been eloquent stopped involuntarily, and countless eyes fell on the visitors. There are amazing and jealous, guessing and hate. However, the man didn't care about others' gazes, walked to the pavilion, and slightly bowed to Wang Wen who was sitting on the high platform: "Chen Junzhe, Liangfeng and Liang Zixi, have seen Zhongzheng."

After all, Wang Wen is a child of Jinyang Wang's family, but he was taken aback for a moment before he woke up. He came from a famous family and was proficient in genealogy, and immediately asked: "But after Shenmenting and Hou Lianggong?"

"It's the family ancestor." Liang Feng replied.

Wang Wen tapped his palm with jade ruyi and praised: "I have heard about Duke Liang’s name, expelling Beihu, pinging the two states, and even Wei Wu praised him as the best in the world. When I see him now, I know Duke Liang’s demeanor."

Back then, Liang Xigong became famous, isn't it a good thing to rely on? Liang Feng slandered in his heart, but there was no flaw in his face. He humbled and said, "Zhongzheng is too good."

"Come here, sit here." Wang Wen smiled and waved to him, pointing to the seat next to him.

This is already a privilege beyond the standard. You must know that the Liang family has never been a Qingliu high-ranking official, and the net worth is barely considered to be a middle-class. Having a "second grade" is already a high-level look at him, and how could he be so ghoulishly recruited to his side.

However, even Wang Wen finds such talents rare. I'm afraid it is better than Uncle He Ping and Pan Anren. Nowadays, in troubled times, many amazing and talented characters are like falling flowers and falling water. Seeing such a sickly jade man, how could it not make people feel pity.

This kind of preferential treatment did not impress Liang Feng. On the contrary, he slightly shook his head: "The juniors don't want to participate in the gathering, please forgive me."

This sentence was like a thunderbolt that shocked everyone. Wang Wen said in surprise: "You are here not to participate in the gathering?"

These words simply asked everyone's heart. It's fine if you arrive late, and if you're late, you even stab and say that you didn't come to participate in the assessment. Are you here to play tricks?

Liang Feng said: "It's true that the younger generation came to the party for the official evaluation. However, suddenly a serious illness nearly killed him, so I don't know that Yaji is ahead of schedule. The younger generation is actually going to go home. On the road accidentally here, only to find that the gathering has been opened, and made a special trip to come here to say goodbye."

No wonder he will be late, so long. The surprise in Wang Wen's heart is even greater. The Liang family is about to fall. Is it just because of illness that he has to abandon such a good opportunity and give up the evaluation? He couldn't help but raised his eyebrows and asked: "The court will cut the nobility soon, and I remember the Liang family is among them. What if you are cut off to the throne of the pavilion?"

This question is really sharp. Saying he cares, then the previous farewells are pretending to be gestures, and will immediately dispel Wang Wen's favor. If you don’t care, is the inheritance handed down by your ancestors just in vain? How unfilial! Such a tricky question immediately made many people gloat, ready to read this Liang Feng's joke.

However, Liang Feng's expression remained unchanged, and he faintly replied: "When I was seriously ill, I had dreamed of an exquisite and elegant garden. The ground is half gold, half mud, and full of green trees. Under the tree, the shadows are sullen, Buddha. Looking from a distance, it seemed to be a grand puja. In the dimness, I heard someone recite a scripture, with every word and every word, carved into the bones. After waking up, I realized that I had been obsessed with it, it was all vain. "

Wang Wen opened his eyes wide. Is this a **** and Buddha dreaming? He actually dreamed of a scene where the Buddha preached the Dharma? Many people in the world worship Buddhism and Taoism, and they like to believe in prophecy, and no one will lie on it. He couldn't help leaning halfway, and asked anxiously: "Do you remember that scripture?"

"The scripture is too long and it's a bit vague. Only the verse that wakes me up, don't dare to forget." Liang Feng took a breath and chanted, "Everything can be done, like a dream bubble, like a dew and like electricity, so should be done. View."

His voice is slightly muffled, but it does not affect the sound quality. The mountain breeze slowly blows the wide-sleeved robe, making the figure dance in the wind. The poems go around the beams, and there is Ruofan singing.

Ruyi in Wang Wen's palm knocked on the case. He has been familiar with the scriptures since he was a child, and has a profound understanding of Buddhism. He has also learned a lot of scriptures. He had never heard this verse. But anyone who is crudely versed in Buddhism should know that this must be a classic that will last forever. The pain of a hundred generations and the uproar of all ages are all covered by this sentence. The people of Jin are in troubled times, and they are fate like a mayfly. Therefore, they will give birth, let them freely, and worship nature more and more famously. This verse is almost like a drunken head, and the electric power is too long, tearing the fog in my heart. How can we not let Wang Wen be stunned and completely forgetful.

There was a few seconds of silence beside the Sushui Pavilion. Wang Wen stood up suddenly, tears in his eyes faintly, he leaned forward and said, "Just this one sentence will give you an initiation. If you can think of other scriptures, please give me a gift from Liang Lang."

His doorway, identity, and Liang Feng's difference are far more than that, this kind of surprise made everyone shocked. Liang Feng didn't move at all, and sighed softly: "Now that the younger generation is sick and weak, I am afraid that I have to think about it slowly. If the other scriptures are silent, they will be given intact."

Wang Wen seemed to have completely forgotten about the assessment, and hurriedly said: "It's better to go to my house. You and I can talk in the candlelight night and talk about Buddhism."

This is the invitation of the Wang Clan of Jinyang, and it is a privilege to put it in front of anyone. Liang Feng shook his head: "There are still young children in the family, and the younger generations feel like an arrow to return. Please forgive me."

It may be that he stood for too long, his figure swayed slightly. Only then did Wang Wen realize that the person in front of him had just been seriously ill, and now he is dead. He felt tight, and said: "The young doctor Jiang from the young mansion has an old relationship with me. He is a disciple of Wang Tailing's medical skills. Now he is acquainted with the old and he is working at Tong Mao. I will write to him and invite him to Liang. House."

This is a good thing to be delivered to the door. Liang Feng couldn't help showing a smile on his face. He bowed and said, "Thank you Zhongzheng for his love, so the younger generation can return to their hometown with peace of mind."

This is going to be farewell. Seeing that he couldn't keep people, Wang Wen couldn't help but sighed: "It's my fortunate to be able to see Zixi. It's a pity that the time is too hasty. Be careful on the road, I'm waiting for good news in Jinyang."

Liang Feng bowed solemnly, and said, "Zhongzheng speaks seriously. The juniors say goodbye."

This conversation does not involve any fame or fame, just like a bright wind, elegant and elegant. The crowd inside and outside the pavilion had long been dumbfounded, and Li Lang, who was in the corner, was even more trembling. Of course he knows that his cousin is beautiful and talented, but who would have thought that he would break into the collection like this, and talk about the Buddha's dream! Didn't see any signs before? Are they all disguise to confuse yourself?

Just as Li Lang gritted his teeth, Liang Feng suddenly turned around, twitched at him, and said quietly, "Third brother, thank you for your care over time. There is only one thing that I have to say. Yan Sheng, he is not worthy of death. "

After saying this, Liang Feng sighed softly, and before Li Lang could answer, he turned around and walked down the mountain.

The author has something to say: handsome or not! Excited! Liang Shao said that it is necessary to pay attention to the method of force and method =w=

Uncle He Ping: He Yan, the keyword "He Lang Fu Fan".

Pan Anren: Pan An, the key word "Maobi Panan".

Wei Jie was still a child at this time, and he had no reputation. Wei and Jin were the only two who were known for their beauty.