one person is right

Chapter 8 Is the wind blowing?
Two days later.

At the main entrance of the Nankang Palace, Mother Chen got out of the ox cart, her face full of exhaustion.

She returned from worshipping Buddha at the Chongfu Temple with the handkerchief, and took the opportunity to inquire about a lot of news. At this time, she walked into the backyard silently, as usual, but her expression was a little dignified.

As soon as Chen's mother was seated, Chen He was summoned and asked how Zhou Youzi was serving, what needs and actions he had, and who he had contacted with.

Chen He said: "Mr. lives in a secluded place every day, does not see outsiders, and eats very little. The chicken, fish, meat and eggs that he sent rarely move, but he eats a lot of melons and fruits."

Mother Chen nodded and said, "Send more fruit every day, but you can't have less food. If you don't move, just bring it back. You mustn't neglect it."

"Here!"

Mother Chen rubbed her forehead and asked again, "What about Erlang, who doesn't make people feel at ease? He neglected the distinguished guest, and because of the words of the master, it was not easy to punish him. As a result, when he went back, he dared to say nonsense, implying that the old man was partial. , I don't know the seriousness at all, it's spread out, I don't know what others will think of our palace!"

Chen He replied: "In the past two days, I heard that Junhou was writing some articles, and asked the people in the mansion to help distribute them, and also recruited a few friends to share with them."

"This renegade son has delusional thoughts! He wants to fight with his brother! He doesn't know how dangerous the back of our family is! When the husband leaves, he will be punished heavily!" Mother Chen showed anger, "And he All those friends I have are friends with friends, why do you value him? It's not because of Dalang! Respect him face to face, laugh at him behind his back, arrange him, he is good, but also humiliate himself, what article do you really want to support? Can't think of yourself as Lu You? I don't know how high the sky is!"

She shook her head, not wanting to continue talking about the second son, and instead said: "You continue to pay attention, don't let him do anything really confusing, and if there is any situation, let me know at any time."

"Here!"

"Go and call Zhang Ju over."

Soon, Zhang Ju, the respectful Hou, was outside, calling him Auntie.

"Come in," Chen's mother beckoned and let Zhang Ju come in and sit down, turning to a friendly face, "My Erlang is not up to the standard, and I can only discuss with you when something happens."

Zhang raised his body and cupped his hands, and said, "Auntie, just tell me." Finally, he said, "The prince is not very old. Now that he has a title, he will always be sensible when he walks inside and outside in the future."

"Don't talk about him," Mother Chen waved her hand and lowered her voice, "The key is my eldest son, he is the military governor of the nineteen states. …”

As she spoke, she sighed.

Zhang Zhili asked why.

"There is a villain who is embarrassing him everywhere," Chen mother immediately gritted her teeth, and then her face was full of sadness, "I talked to a few people and heard news that someone was spreading rumors and slandering in the DPRK, saying that my son is in the south. Wanton looting is a disaster, and today I intend to remove him, if this happens, it will be bad news for my family, no matter what! No matter what!"

Zhang Ju was startled and quickly said, "Is this true?"

"My nephew is going to investigate to see if it's true or false. My family can handle it. It's better to use money to clear things up or find someone to help you talk." Mother Chen's face was full of anticipation. "Erlang can't do anything, I can only count on you."

"Don't worry, aunt, nephew will go all out!"

After making a statement, Zhang Ju hurriedly left under the expectant gaze of Mother Chen.

However, after leaving the palace, he sighed first.

He was not surprised by the news of King Nankang. Zhang Ju still knew quite a bit about that cousin.

"In any case, if my Zhang family wants to make a comeback, without the help of external forces, I am afraid that it will not be possible. Nankang cannot be let go! The clan is thin, and the ancestors are still extinct. Even if the Nankang family has ups and downs, it is inevitable. Come back, don’t let it go, can’t tell, you have to go for a while.”

The Zhang family in Wu County is a wealthy family in the east of the Yangtze River. It was already prominent in the Han Dynasty. It has been in decline in the Eastern Wu, the Jin Dynasty, and the Southern Dynasties. Especially, Chen Baxian started from a cold, and the trend of the poor family is rising day by day. The family is facing a critical situation, and the children of the family, no matter how high or low, are all looking for a way to make a comeback. Being close to the royal family is undoubtedly one of the options. Zhang Ju naturally has his heart.

"Go to Fulinlou first, Jiang Yi should go there today, just to find out the news."

With a decision, he immediately ordered to go down and went straight to Fulinlou.

That Jiang Yi can be regarded as his good friend. He used to be a colleague in the writing bureau, but he has a good father. His father, President Jiang, is now the minister of Zhongshu, and he is in charge of the central province. Hengtong, at present, Jiang Yi has become a prince, and he has a bright future.

Zhang Ju has the intention to revitalize the Zhang family, and Qu Yi flattered and made good friends with him. Now he is thinking about it and finds some news from his mouth.

Stop and go, there are more and more pedestrians coming and going. After finally reaching the Fulin Building, Zhang Ju walked in quickly, and the voice of the storyteller met in front of him——

"Taiyuan Wang Sheng, go early, meet a girl..."

"Huh? I've never heard of this..."

Zhang Ju heard that it was a new article. On weekdays, he might stop and listen, but today he had something in his heart, but he couldn't care about it. He went up to the second floor and turned the stairs. Sure enough, he saw Jiang Yi led by Gao Guanbo, who was with Several people pushed the cups and handed over the cups, and some people talked eloquently and laughed from time to time.

Zhang Ju recognized that the people at the same table with Jiang Yi were several literati in Jiankang City.

Seeing Zhang Ju, Jiang Yi beckoned and said, "Pengcheng, you're here just in time, come and have a drink with me."

Zhang Ju put on a smile, walked quickly, took a seat and chatted with him happily.

After a while, he tried to ask the serious business, but he just looked at the people around him, and he didn't want to be too straightforward. After several attempts, Jiang Yi didn't answer.

In the end, Jiang Yi said simply: "If you have something to say, you might as well say it directly, I ask myself honestly, there is nothing I can't say in person, and everyone here is a gentleman, there is no need to avoid it, if you don't say it, ask again in private, I will won't answer."

Zhang Ju had no choice but to inquire about the situation of King Nankang politely, but he did not dare to tell everything Chen mother said.

But even so, Jiang Yi frowned and said unhappily: "I am all elegant people, and we are talking about literary affairs here. If you come to ask about the government affairs of the court, it is really bad mood, not to mention that I don't know, just know, I won't say it!" After he finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves, making no secret of his intention to see off the guest.

Zhang Ju looked embarrassed, looked at the sneering expressions of several literati, his ears were red, and he cupped his hands, so he had to leave.

As soon as he left, someone said: "This person is arty, and he is not really good at writing. When he made friends with Brother Jiang, he must be interested in your family's power."

Jiang Yi was noncommittal and just toasted.

The man touched a soft nail, smiled shyly, raised his glass and took a sip, rolled his eyes, and said with a smile: "It's his family tradition to say that Zhang Ju is arty, and now there is a thing, I don't know if you know, with Zhang Ju asked about the relationship between the King of Nankang..."

Before he finished speaking, he was reminded by the people next to him: "King Nankang is a clan, and he holds great power. He is very trustworthy today, so don't say it lightly!"

The man hurriedly said, "How dare I talk about the county king? It's the younger brother of the county king."

"You mean the Marquis of Linru County?" Jiang Yi finally responded, "What can he do? Let's talk about Lu You's new article."

The man smiled and said, "This prince has an article that has been circulating in some tea shops for the past two days."

Jiang Yi finally became interested, and said, "Brother Zheng, I know that you like to comment on the tea shop the most, and you are also proficient in this way. The previous ones were selected by you. Could it be that there are still high points? Let’s talk about it.”

"I don't dare to do it," Zheng Sheng waved his hand and cupped his hands again, "I'm just throwing bricks at the door. In front of Brother Jiang, who dares to speak and master it? Besides, I haven't read the new article of the lord, I just heard him in the past. some poems."

The crowd asked, "How?"

Zheng Sheng shook his head and said, "Nothing unusual."

The crowd was disappointed.

"Is there any hope for you? I said his article because this monarch is just as arty," Zheng Sheng laughed instead, "Because of Lu You's talk about Qingzhai, this Jiankang City is exactly the same as Xuanzhai. When it was very popular, no matter which company, I wanted to write one or two articles, but I didn’t know that they often brought shame on themselves, and Brother Jiang should keep an eye on these people.”

Jiang Yi was just drinking.

Zheng Sheng's expression was as usual when he saw it, and he continued: "Let's not talk about ordinary trivial matters, but let's talk about articles. Since we have already mentioned Lu's mysterious writings, I will have the guts to comment on it."

Everyone was interested and asked him to get up.

"There are many writers in the city, but none of them are mediocre. Only three writers have made it to the table, and they have written elegance and atmosphere."

"Which three?"

Jiang Yi first replied: "This family is naturally Lu Jun outside the city, and others can't compare."

"It's Mr. Lu," Zheng Sheng nodded, "Young Master Lu You is very talented, and the articles he writes have both form and spirit, often just a few numbers have profound meanings, and his people's writing is exquisite, even the trivial things he sees on weekdays, after he writes, others You can also listen to it with relish, the storyteller and singer of the tea shop likes to talk about his ordinary things, it sounds light, but it also catches people and makes people fascinated."

Jiang Yi nodded and said: "Yes, his "Qing Zhai" is still being written, and it is not true that he wrote it, Lu You just wrote it casually, and it was sorted out by the book boy around him, so the articles in it are getting more and more many."

Someone asked, "What about the second one?"

Zheng Sheng glanced at Jiang Yi and smiled without saying a word.

The others were stunned and laughed.

Only then did Zheng Sheng speak: "Brother Jiang's collection of essays should not be missed. He took the opportunity of returning home to visit relatives a while ago, and he wrote many short stories, which are even more unique. The articles that explain the mystery and use things to describe people are even more wonderful! They are also very meaningful!"

Jiang Yi raised his glass and took a sip, laughed, and did not refute.

Another asked, "Where's the third person?"

This time, it was Jiang Yi who first said: "Of course it's the one in the palace, but I can't say more." Speaking of this, he suddenly turned his head and said to the two people in the elegant seat next door, "You two, I've listened to it for a long time. , I don't know if you have any insights? Why don't you come over and discuss together."

When everyone at the same table heard this, they all stopped and followed Jiang Yi's gaze.

There were two men on the table next door. The two were wearing Taoist robes. One was a young man in his twenties, and the other looked like a teenager.

Seeing this, the two raised their glasses and smiled, but did not respond.

Jiang Yi didn't insist, shook his head, turned his face, and continued to talk with a few people. He talked about several articles popular in Jiankang, such as Lu You's "Planting Trees", "Fish Raising" from the palace, and also There is the "Before the Buddha" by Jiang Yi, which was mentioned just now.

At this time, in the hall downstairs, cheers erupted for a long time.

Jiang Yi was puzzled and asked someone to ask.

"Reporting to the young master, this is a newly acquired literary piece in the museum, called "Painted Skin"."

Jiang Yi narrowed his eyes and said, "It should be good to listen to the reactions of the people downstairs, why don't you go and listen." Just as he was about to get up with the crowd, a servant in Tsing Yi came over and whispered a few words in his ear.

Jiang Yi showed regret, and said to everyone: "I have something to do at home, I have to go back first, and the new song and text will have to be listened to another day."

Everyone said it was okay.

Jiang Yi nodded and took a step. When he reached the entrance of the stairs, he looked at the table next door, but was slightly taken aback.

The two Taoists disappeared without a trace.

"Those two have extraordinary bearing, and they wanted to make friends, but it seems that they missed it." Jiang Yi was not annoyed, he left slowly, and walked downstairs, and the people listening to the text just dispersed.

On the other hand, Zhang Ju had nothing to gain from Jiang Yi and returned home disappointed, but he was not idle. On the way home, he sent an invitation to invite three of his best friends to his home.

His three friends are also well-informed. They often hang out in teahouses and wine shops, and occasionally serve as guests of literati and ink. Zhang Ju thought, maybe they can get something.

(End of this chapter)