Yi Song

Chapter 68 A song "No Clothes" resounds in Bianliang
  I saw Gao Qiu again. He was practicing calligraphy in his study.

Pharmacist Gao, who was leading the way, pointed to the door and signaled to stand there and wait.

Liu Guozhang was too lazy to pay attention to him, picked up his front shirt, and walked straight into the study.

Gao Yaoshi was shocked, and quickly reached out to pull him, but failed. He wanted to go forward and stop him, but was afraid of a fight.

The study room is full of antiques and cultural relics that the master loves. Liu Erlang in front of him is so brave that he cannot beat them, and he is even more afraid of breaking these antiques and cultural relics.

Gao Yaoshi, who was afraid of rats, hesitated for a moment, then caught Gao Qiu's glance, stopped in his tracks, lowered his head and bent his waist, and retreated out of the study door.

Liu Guozhang stood beside the desk with a carefree attitude, watching Gao Qiu write with flying dragons and phoenixes.

"'Looking back to the desolate place, when I return, there is neither wind, rain nor sunshine.' Good words, good words. The Taiwei is really good at handwriting, majestic, magnificent and ever-changing, with flowing clouds and flowing water, penetrating into the wood!"

Gao Qiu calmly put away his brush, picked up a jade seal, dipped it in cinnabar ink mud, and carefully covered it with the lower head.

The seal is like a ball of earthworms, and I don’t know what the words are.

"Then do you know whose poems I have written down are by some great poets?"

Liu Guozhang took a look at the signature and saw the cursive characters of "flying dragon and phoenix". Of the dozen or so characters, he could only recognize one zigzag character.

It sounds familiar. Who is it from?

Liu Guozhang thought for a while and blurted out: "The words of Dongpo layman."

"Do you remember it, or did you guess it?"

"I vaguely remember that it belongs to Lay Buddhist Dongpo, but I'm not sure. I made a guess and think it should be."

Gao Qiu glanced sideways at Liu Guozhang, walked straight to the copper basin, washed his hands and wiped them clean.

"Which one of Dongpo's poems do you like best?"

"Instead of saying which song, it's better to say which line."

"Which one?"

"'Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold.'"

Gao Qiu turned to look at Liu Guozhang, looking a little surprised.

"Why do you like this sentence?"

"I think this sentence perfectly describes the artistic conception of loneliness."

"Loneliness? At eighteen or nineteen years old, do you know what loneliness is?"

"Taiwei, there are lonely people all over the world. Those who have unappreciated talents are lonely, those who cling to the past and regret the present are lonely, those who have lofty ambitions are lonely, and those who are extremely talented are lonely. But there is only one sentence that can write the essence of loneliness."

"From what Erlang said, you are also a lonely person. I wonder why you are lonely?"

Liu Guozhang replied: "I have no talent, and am lonely because of my lofty ambitions. The Taiwei is obsessed with the past and hurts the present, and he will be lonely at the top."

Gao Qiu laughed loudly, "Then we two lonely people, let's have a good talk."

"Thank you, Captain."

"Sit down! Pharmacist, ask for tea."

"Yes."

"Is Erlang coming this time because of Fu Qilang's funeral?"

"Yes."

"Do you know where this is?"

"I know, Bianjing and Kaifeng, the imperial capital of the Song Dynasty, are at the feet of the emperor."

"I knew you were still coming? Thousands of people took to the streets to bring sacrifices and funerals, and most of them were children of the Forbidden Army. What do you think of the civil and military officials of the court?"

"Taiwei, it is precisely because I know that this is the imperial capital of the Song Dynasty, at the feet of the emperor, that I came to persuade the Taiwei."

"Oh," Gao Qiu picked up the teacup and took a few sips, "please tell me and listen."

"Lieutenant, Fu Qilang is extremely righteous and eager for justice. Over the years, he has spoken uprightly for the brothers in the Forbidden Army and the people of Kaifeng, and has offended many powerful people. Suddenly, his family was exterminated by gangsters, and the public was furious.

Everyone was talking a lot, guessing who was the real culprit behind the scenes? There is Yang Jian, there is Taishi Cai, there is Tong Guan, there is Huang Jingchen, there is Li Yan, there is Zheng Juzhong, there is also the brother of Wang Guifei, and even you, Taiwei. "

"Me?" Gao Qiu sneered twice.

"Lieutenant, thousands of people are holding their breath in their hearts. A fire will be ignited and burst out at any time. If you don't let everyone send Fu Qilang's family to the funeral, it will be like blocking the flood and adding more fuel to the fire.

Lieutenant, most of these thousands of people are young and strong men, young men in the army who are familiar with guns and clubs. Once the incident breaks out, it will be a disaster that shakes the earth. When the time comes, the first person to be implicated will probably be you, Taiwei. "

Gao Qiu's face flashed a few times, and he slammed the coffee table, "Liu Erlang, how dare you threaten me!"

Liu Guozhang didn't panic at all. He calmly picked up the tea cup and took two sips.

"Lieutenant, I am just stating a fact that is very likely to happen. It may happen, or it may not happen. Lieutenant, are you willing to take a gamble?"

Gao Qiu was silent for a long time and then said: "Liu Erlang, I can agree to everyone sending Fu Qilang to the funeral, but you must guarantee that no one will cause trouble."

"If anyone makes trouble, I will chop off his head, and the captain will chop off my head."

Gao Qiu glanced at Liu Guozhang and said calmly: "Many people want your head, but I am not interested."

After leaving Taiwei Gao's Mansion, Di Wanren, Yang Xiaojie, Wang Xun and others who were waiting on the street gathered around nervously and looked at Liu Guozhang expectantly.

"Your Majesty agrees!" "Okay!" Everyone hugged each other excitedly, with tears in their eyes!

"Fu Qilang, brothers can give you a good ride."

September 29th was the day of the funeral for Fu Qianli and his family.

Early in the morning, Baihu Bridge was crowded with people.

Thousands of men wrapped their heads in white cloth and stood shirtless in the rustling autumn wind.

Many of them have tattoos on their chests and backs, with words and pictures, birds and beasts. The most eye-catching one is the red tiger behind Liu Guozhang.

Anyone who sees it will be distracted by it.

"Liu Erlang, Liu Erlang!"

Amid the shouts of the crowd, Liu Guozhang climbed up to a high platform and shouted loudly: "Fu Qilang is our brother. His family of four was killed by thieves and was brutally wiped out!"

There was silence as thousands of people listened to his words in silence.

"The family was brutally wiped out. My six-year-old son and four-year-old daughter were not spared. Fu Qilang was a hero for half his life and helped countless people! There is not even a person who wears sackcloth, wears filial piety, or blows flags to summon the souls!"

Everyone shed tears, and many people who had received his kindness burst into tears.

"Do we agree?" Liu Guozhang raised his arms and shouted.

No one could react for a moment, only Di Wanren, Yang Xiaojie, Wang Xun, Zhang Meng and others responded loudly.

"No!"

Although the voice is loud, its momentum is weak.

"Do we agree?" Liu Guozhang raised his arms and shouted again.

"No!"

Hundreds and thousands of people chanted in unison, and the momentum rose to the sky.

"Do we agree?" Liu Guozhang shouted with all his strength.

"No!"

Thousands of people also echoed with all their strength.

The sound was like spring thunder and autumn tide, which made the walls of the outer city of Kaifeng not far away tremble.

"Today, we will carry Fu Qilang's coffin naked! We will let the thieves who killed Fu Qilang's family see that Fu Qilang's death will not be in vain. He still has countless brothers alive. His blood feud will never end!"

"Never die!"

"Never die!"

"Never die!"

Thousands of people shouted three times in unison, the sound was deafening!
  When Gao Qiu, who was far away at the Si Yamen in front of the palace, heard this sound, he jumped up in fright, stood up, and rushed to the window in a few steps.

After hearing the words clearly, I couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, walked back slowly, and sat back in my seat.

The face was uncertain and extremely complicated.

"Raise the coffin!"

Liu Guozhang was the first, Di Wanren, Yang Xiaojie, Wang Xun were second, third and fourth, followed by Zhang Meng and the other four. The eight of them worked together to lift Fu Qianli's coffin.

The remaining sixteen people lifted the coffins of Fu Qianli Hun's family and his children respectively.

Twenty-four people were shirtless, with wooden bars pressing on their shiny shoulders.

Naked upper body, strong and strong.

Everyone is solemn, sad and angry.

"Why don't you say no clothes? The same robes as your son. Wang Yuxing's teacher, repair my spear. I share the same hatred with my son!"

Liu Guozhang rose up and sang loudly, and everyone sang in unison.

"How can I say that I have no clothes? I am in the same boat with you. The king raised an army and repaired my spear and halberd. Work together with you!"

"Why don't you say you have no clothes? I have the same clothes as my son. Wang Yuxing's division, repair my armor and soldiers. Walk with my son!"

The singing was loud and clear, like a strong wind sweeping through, like war drums beating in unison, like a bunch of clouds rising into the sky and gathering over Kaifeng City.

"Langjun, headed by Liu Guozhang, set out from Baihu Bridge with a shirtless coffin, followed by thousands of shirtless soldiers. They went south along Weizhou Street, crossed Jinliang Bridge, and then continued along Dailou Street and out of Dailou Gate. They all Sing on the road"

Gao Yaoshi lowered his head and reported.

"I know, it's "No Clothes", I also sang it back then.

Carrying the coffin bare-chested and singing "No Clothes" during the funeral is the highest etiquette in the military for seeing off a comrade. It is also an oath to heaven and earth to avenge the comrades to the death. They are also showing their power to the murderer behind the scenes. "

Gao Qiu replied.

He leaned back, leaned on the back of the chair, looked out the window with deep eyes, and said in his mouth: "'How can I say no clothes? I share the same robe with you. When the king raised an army, he repaired my spear. I share the same enemy with you!" 'What an exciting song.

I'm a Song Dynasty man, I haven't sung a song like this for a long time! "

(End of this chapter)