Seeking talents in the bamboo forest

Walking in the quiet bamboo forest, looking at the bamboos with graceful and graceful branches and leaves, so dignified and solemn, so quiet and gentle, it is like savoring a wonderful poem, which makes people feel refreshed and refreshed.

Yang Ling did not expect that the Lu County County Magistrate Zhu Panpan and his wife looked reunited, looking like a rich man. They were actually an elegant man. They always lived in such an elegant bamboo forest and built a large manor, which looked like a fairyland.

Zhu Panpan is the daughter of a prince and a descendant of the Zhu family's royal family, but he has lived here for more than a hundred years. In terms of status, of course, he cannot be compared with Yang Ling, who holds great power, and therefore he is extremely respectful to Yang Ling.

Zhu Panpan smiled and said, "Mr. Yang, Lu County is not far from Chengdu Prefecture, but it is estimated that it is too late to continue rushing today. This place is a small county, and the post office is so simple that we are a landlord, so we made our own decisions and asked the imperial envoy to live here for a while. Speaking of which, the humble residence is full of glory."

"Where, where, I am disturbed by this official. Thank you for the hospitality of the county lord and his wife and Magistrate Wang." Yang Ling bowed with a smile. Zhu Panpan and his wife were about thirty years old. Although they were rich, they were elegant in their manners and had good conversations.

Zhu Panpan's Yibin's surname is Li and his name is An. He was a juren in the 12th year of Hongzhi and a Jinshi in the 15th year of Hongzhi. He can be regarded as a very talented person. You should know that although Sichuan is a prominent figure, he has not yet produced a top scholar in the more than a hundred years since the founding of the Ming Dynasty.

It is a prodigy like Yang Tinghe, a senior official in the Cabinet today and a native of Xindu, Sichuan. He was a juren at the age of twelve. This move made countless scholars in the world who were still taking the exam for the children of the seventies and eighties, but he never won the top scorer, so the Jinshi was the first-class talent in Sichuan. This move can be said to be a big deal in Bashan and Shushui. Even the scholars who did not say anything about strange powers and chaotic spirits could only blame Feng Shui problems.

According to the regulations of the royal family of the Ming Dynasty, the emperor's aunt was called the eldest princess, the emperor's sister was called the eldest princess, and the emperor's daughter was called the princess, and they were all given gold book and 2,000 stones, and their husbands were given the son-in-law. The daughter of the prince was called the princess, the daughter of the prince was called the county lord, and the granddaughter was called the county lord. The great-granddaughter was called the county lord, and the great-granddaughter was called the town lord, and their husbands were all called Yibin.

These royal families have awarded titles from layer to layer, and so far, the descendants of the Zhu family are spread all over the world. These are only responsible for breeding humans, land, phoenixes, dragons and grandchildren, and now there are more than 100,000, and they are all free money. Their existence is a part of the court's extremely heavy financial expenditure.

Yang Ling has never had any good feelings for these people. During this trip to Sichuan, he was on the important task of investigating the rebellion of the royal family here. He was even more in his heart. However, the more he did so, the more he had to do his best. Yang Ling also looked humble and polite, as if he was very happy with their hospitality.

When Ang Lee saw Yang Ling, he smiled and said with a smile: "Mr. Yang, I have a few close friends who have come to visit me in the past two days and are also living in my Zhufeng Yaxuan. They have long heard of the great man's literary and martial arts and outstanding talents. They talked about the ministers at the imperial lectures. They drove the Tartars in the north and pacified the Japanese pirates in the south. They are ministers of my Ming Pillar Kingdom, so they intend to climb up. I wonder if the great man wants to see him?"

Yang Ling came to Sichuan here to investigate whether the King of Shu had any evil intentions. Although he was careful in his investigation, he had the opportunity to meet him. He was the opportunity to investigate clues. He immediately said happily after hearing this: "Yibin's friends must be both local celebrities and talented people. Yang was lucky enough to meet him, which was an opportunity. What's wrong with this?"

When Ang Lee smiled when he heard this, he smiled and said, "I have said that sir, respectful to the wise and humble, and make friends with you, haha...... As expected, sir, please."

He seemed to have made a bet with others and won the bet. He happily led Yang Ling to the right and stepped onto a path. He came to a bamboo hut at once, and heard the sound of a piano and flute coming from the room. An Ang smiled and said, "Sir, I will call some friends to come out to welcome you."

Yang Ling quickly stopped him and said, "You are the guest at the entrance, and the guest is as good as the host. These friends are so happy, why bother each other? After listening to this song, let's go in again, and those official rules and traditional Chinese mattress festivals are not discussed."

Zhu Panpan smiled and said, "Once friends such as Yibin talk about poetry and painting and compete for music skills, they will not be able to stop in one or two hours. Since the adults are not based on common etiquette, please come in and don't pay attention to them. We are good friends with each other. I have a few of them, who are women from Chengdu gentry and officials. They went fishing by Zhulin River. I went to welcome them."

Yang Ling hurriedly bowed and said, "Please treat me, the county lord."

Zhu Panpan gave a gift and led two maids to the depths of the bamboo forest. Ang Lee stepped forward and pushed open the door and smiled and said, "You are here for free and easy. I have invited the Lord Yang you want to meet. Why don't you come forward to meet quickly?"

Yang Ling followed Li An and entered the room. The bamboo hut was covered with very simple bamboo windows. There were green vines crawling on the windows. There were only a few bamboo mats and a few bamboos in the room. There were three people sitting naked on the bamboo mat, light robe and big sleeves, sitting cross-legged.

He was about thirty years old, wearing a white robe, with ink hair draped over his shoulders, and his eyebrows were quite crazy, with a very strong expression of the seven sages of the bamboo forest. He was stroking an guqin in his hand. Although he heard what Ang Lee said, his eyes were slightly closed and his fingers were playing, and he didn't care at all.

Another young man sitting sideways looked like Yang Ling's age. He was wearing a mysterious clothes and was as beautiful as jade. He had a long black hair without a hair crown. He was only loosely tied with a light purple ribbon. He was like a dark lotus that was not washed by dust on the water. If the scholar in the white robe kept playing the piano, Yang Ling would have gone to see him at first sight and never had to look at others again.

Hearing Ang Lee's words, the scholar in Xuanyi took Zhu Xiao away from his lips and smiled at Yang Ling with clear eyes as clear as water.

This is the first time Yang Ling has seen a man with such outstanding temperament and such a handsome appearance. What is even more rare is his extraordinary elegance. Yang Ling is wearing a python robe and jade belt, with a handsome appearance and graceful temperament. However, in this way, he is inferior to others.

Yang Ling also bowed to him silently and smiled, reached out to stop Ang Lee, who wanted to interrupt the white-robed scholar playing the piano, and sat down generously on the bamboo mat. At this time, a young man on the other side smiled and nodded to Yang Ling.

Although this young man looks pretty, he is much worse than his two friends. He has neither the madman style of a man in white robe nor the elegant man in black robe like a lotus. He is just wearing an ordinary scholar's green robe, and looks only seventeen or eighteen years old. He is the youngest among these people.

He did not play any musical instruments in front of him, only a cup of tea, and his attitude was extremely peaceful. He just glanced at the crazy scholar with his eyes and looked at Ang Lee slantedly. His eyes showed a sense of understanding and cunning that was inconsistent with his age.

Yang Ling has also seen all the famous and talented people like the four talents in Jiangnan. However, although the four of them were full of talent and knowledge, they were all unsatisfied in their careers and deliberately indulged in their voices and emotions, and bought drunk people with wine. When they really learned about his identity, they still had to put down their airs, return to the world, and restrain their unrestrainedness. However, the three people in front of them clearly knew his identity. However, whether they were friendly to Yang Ling or those who did it themselves, they all felt calm and did not feel cramped.

Everyone sat there, and finally heard the man in white robe finish playing a song. Ang Lee interrupted and said, "Brother Shijie, this person is..."

The man in white robe ignored him, raised his light eyebrows and asked the young man in black, "How about this song? I listened to the wind and pine trees on Qingcheng Mountain. It was like a wave and wave. I realized something for a moment and created this song improvised, but it was not yet known. The world and the principles of all things are connected, and from the song can also enter the Tao. From a small family to a large office, to a government, it is like this government government. The key to governance is to penetrate the wind into the night, moisten things silently, and govern a great country..."

Ang Lee touched his nose and smiled awkwardly at Yang Ling, "This gentleman is called Lu Shijie, known as Qingcheng Madman. Caixue is a top-notch figure in Bashu. He is just arrogant and has many words about the eight-legged articles in the imperial examinations. Even though he is famous, everyone in the Hefu knows that even the examiners don't like him, so he is not satisfied with his talent. He has not been able to celebrate it until now."

Yang Ling used to think that the so-called mad and hermits were all possessed with unique knowledge, but their actions were incompatible with the world, and geniuses were lonely, so they could not fully display their strengths. Now, they are officials in the court and have a wide range of knowledge. They always feel that such people are ambitious and boastful. They are not that what they learn cannot be accepted by the world, but that they claim to be white and snowy, with a transcendent mentality. They always have to accommodate the whole world, and they feel that the world knows how to appreciate it. People like this can only be a madman, and they are really not considered a talent.

After hearing Ang Lee's explanation, Yang Ling just smiled faintly, and was not angry on his face, but felt a little disgusted with this famous Bashu scholar in his heart.

Lu Shijie boasted and talked endlessly for a while. Just as Ang Lee was about to interrupt, he said to the young man in green: "Xiaoshen, you are also proficient in music. How do you think I am this song?"

Yang Ling originally wanted to know a few characters and learn about the situation in Bashu from the side, but unexpectedly, he met such a character. He felt extremely disgusted. He coughed and bowed, "Brother Lu?"

Lu Shijie looked back at him, as if he was reluctant to say "Brother Lu". He rolled his eyes and said, "Mr. Yang? I have been looking back for a long time. I have heard Yibin talk about the coming of the Lord. He is an important official in the court, but since he entered Zhulu, even though he is in the Three Realms and Five Elements, we have made friends without paying attention to any official rules. Otherwise, the thousands of bamboo poles will be covered with vulgarity. What do you think?"

Yang Ling laughed and said, "It's best to have a heart-to-heart talk with each other and feel relaxed. If you still have to distinguish between superiors and inferiors, it's extremely boring. This way, the city is so open, unrestrained, and welcomed without hypocrisy is the best. After listening to Brother Lu's song and listening to Brother Lu's views, Yang seemed to have some insights. Brother Lu is so open, I want to speak out without any scruples."

Lu Shijie looked at him in surprise, the lines on his face relaxed a little, and he squeezed out a smile and said, "Does Lord Yang understand music theory? It's okay to say something straight, a gentleman is open and honest, and he is not surprised by praise or disgrace. Although Lu is known as the madman in Qingcheng, he still understands the four words "humble".

Yang Ling smiled and said, "That's how I said it bluntly. When I heard Brother Lu's song, it was very lively. Originally, I came from entering this bamboo forest, I felt the breeze blowing and my mind was calm. When I heard this song, it was as straight as a gong and a cymbal lock, and I was full of joy."

Magistrate Wang let out a "puff" sound, and everyone looked at him. He saw Magistrate Wang's chin tightly against his chest, frowned and bulged for a moment, then turned around suddenly, scratching the smooth bamboo wall with his fingers, squeaking. He looked like he couldn't let go of his hands, and he never looked back.

Lu Shijie's face was stretched and his muscles were twitching and he couldn't speak.

Yang Ling said again: "Yang has several beautiful concubines, all of whom are good at music theory. I have also heard them play the music of singing the wind into the pine. People are charming and charming, and the breeze is coming down, which makes it really pleasing to the eye. Brother Lu's song not only has the strong wind into the pine, but also the sound of branches breaking and drying, the sudden rain and leaves are broken, a bunch of bad luck, extraordinary, really extraordinary......"

"You...you...you......", the man in Qingcheng was so swelling, but he had just said that a gentleman was open and honest. He was not surprised by favor and disgrace. If he was furious, wouldn't he slap himself in the face? Sitting there was just trembling all over, or he could not speak.

Yang Ling also said: "The principles of all things are just a metaphor. Governing the country does not understand the principles from national politics. Instead, one must seek them from music theory, which is not to avoid the root and the end. What's more, state affairs change according to the times, sometimes emphasize education, sometimes emphasize law. Sometimes they emphasize military affairs, sometimes civil affairs, sometimes internal affairs, and sometimes external feelings. Any policy is neither suitable for all the world, nor is it a good medicine for one and for all.

If you know and do it, you will be good; if you know and do not do it, you will be shameful; if you don’t know and do it, you will be mediocre; if you don’t know, you will be terrible. Brother Lu wants to understand the general principles of governing the country and adhering to the government from a certain thing. It is really terrible to use it in the world for a day.

I heard that Brother Lu was a genius in Bashu, but failed the exam many times. It was a great blessing for the court. When he went to Chengdu, Yang met the local academic and political officials and the chief examiners of the previous sessions. He really wanted to take the place of the emperor and the country of Ming Dynasty. Thank you for this respectable elders."

The "squeak" sound on the bamboo wall is even more urgent, just like a little mouse shouting.

Lu Shijie was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He was arrogant and arrogant. It was true that he was arrogant. However, he was not indifferent to fame and fortune and did not want to become an official. Today, he was so artificial, and actually wanted to raise his own status and be unique, which attracted Yang Ling's attention. If Yang Ling appreciated him, why worry about not being able to embark on the official career and becoming successful from now on?

However, although he often went to Wuhou Temple, he was not Zhuge Liang, nor was Yang Ling not a big-eared thief. Since he saw that he was showing off his own tricks, and because he was young and energetic, he did not have the kind of cultivation of Liu Bei, how could he save face?

Ang Lee's face looked very ugly. These three were his friends, and Yang Ling was even more the one he wanted to flatter but did not dare to offend. Unexpectedly, Lu Shijie was just arrogant and wanted to show off his madman's airs when he was stomping his feet and trembling in all directions. As a result, everyone was unhappy, and even he was very unhappy.

Li Anqiang smiled and smoothed out the situation: "Today I just invite the adults to come and introduce some friends. Brother Shijie is arrogant, uh...... I drank a few more glasses of water and wine at noon, and it was a bit rude. Don't blame me. Haha, I haven't introduced it to you yet. Brother Lu knows me. This friend's surname is Yang and his name is Shen. He is..."

The young scholar smiled and politely interrupted Li An's words, and said to Yang Ling: "In Xia Xindu people, I have long admired the reputation of the Lord. I heard that the Lord traded in the north in Urianha, Jurchens, isolated Tatars, and pacified the Wai Jinghai in the south, and traded all nations. I was very eager to see him at first sight. Fortunately, Brother Li recommended that you meet him today, and I am really lucky to have three lives to meet him."

Yang Ling didn't know that the seemingly inconspicuous Yang Shen was the son of Grand Secretary Yang Tinghe, the second generation prodigy in Sichuan. Although this person is young, he is well-versed in classics, history, poetry, lyrics, music, calligraphy and painting. He also has profound attainments in astronomy, geography, biology, medicine, etc., and his miscellaneous learning is the number one person in the Ming Dynasty in the past 300 years.

When he was twelve years old, he revised the "On the Over Qin Dynasty". His grandfather, who had always been strict with his descendants and did not easily praise him, could not help but exclaim when he saw it, and boasted to others: "This is the Jiayi of my family." Yang Shen followed his father to the capital at the age of thirteen, and his poems he wrote were seen by Li Dongyang, the leader of the Chaling Poetry School. He was amazed. Although he was named his own student, he respectfully called him a friend. At that time, he was the first young talented man who was famous in the capital, and was more than twice as strong as the seven young masters such as Wang Jinglong, who had been very popular in the past two years.

However, his grandfather, who had retired three years ago, was in poor health. In order to fulfill his filial piety for his father, he returned to his hometown. After Yang Ling arrived in Beijing, he did not inquire about this information, so he had no idea of ​​his true identity.

The man in Xuanyi smiled without waiting for Ang Lee to introduce him, "I have met Lord Yang in Zhu Xuanyi."

Yang Ling is the one who respects him one foot and gives you one foot. Especially just now, Lu Shijie's arrogant arrogance. Seeing that these two people were neither humble nor arrogant, and had a kind attitude, he treated them with courtesy.

The literati talked with words and three sentences, and the poems were inseparable from poetry and songs. Unfortunately, Yang Ling knew nothing about this. Fortunately, the two people in front of him were not just talented in literature, but were still respectful to him. Under Zhu Xuanyi's intentional guidance, the conversations of several people gradually led to the government affairs, especially Yang Ling's recent proposals for the military and political affairs of the court.

There is nothing to hide in these things. Although Yang Ling's words are not particular, they are not simple and beautiful, but they have extraordinary insights. Zhu Xuanyi and Yang Shen were quite moved in front of him.

When talking about Yang Ling's request to set up a martial arts lecture hall but was blocked by all officials, Zhu Xuanyi sighed: "It's a pity, it's a pity that this matter has been heard. When I heard about this matter, I really felt that what the great master advocated was beyond the reach of the predecessors, and I had a wonderful idea. If the imperial court, according to what the great master said, opened martial arts, not only the sea school, but also the mainland school, I can imagine that the military strength of the Ming Dynasty only takes ten years. What changes should have happened."

Yang Shen frowned and thought, and shook his head and said, "It's a pity that I think that talent is not worthy of. Today, I should come from learning and learning. To know the world, one is to rely on "reading yourself" to gain knowledge from personal experience; the other is to rely on "recording books" to obtain from predecessors' records and books.

Today's warriors have only gained something after years of battle formation, but they cannot be included in the article. They reduce the exploration process of future generations. Many of them have the hope of becoming famous generals and locals. In this process, they may have lost their lives and died. The so-called success of a general makes thousands of bones dry, but in fact, isn't it like a success of one general?

The military strategy of the great master can make military generals understand military affairs and cooperate with experience in battle formations, so it is not difficult to achieve a group of famous generals. It has greatly increased the combat power of our Ming army. It is a pity. Today's literati are bound by the classics of our predecessors. They do not know how to combine it with reality, talk about their hearts and minds, and do not know that all things are evolved, political strategies, military, and economics should change accordingly, making our Ming Dynasty stand firm, and the learning of Cheng and Zhu is very harmful to others."

Yang Ling suddenly moved in his heart when he heard this: "This little scholar has such a great courage. How many scholars in the world dare to despise the two sages of Cheng and Zhu?"

It is really difficult to find a friend. Jiao Fang, Gu Dayong and others spared no effort to implement his policies, but they might not understand his long-term intentions in their hearts, but it was just a matter of interests. Cheng Qiyun and other beautiful friends were purely due to personal feelings. No matter whether Yang Ling did right or wrong, or whether he was good or evil, he was just focused on helping him do it.

Only the two people in front of him were more and more speculative the more they talked about. They had too many similarities with each other's opinions. Sometimes, when Yang Ling was halfway through a sentence, the two of them clapped and immediately pointed out his purpose. Yang Ling had originally seen Lu Shijie's unrealistic and arrogant appearance. He originally thought that his two friends were just good people all the way, but at this time he felt that he had met his close friends and had met too late.

Lu Shijie was left alone and was inconvenient to leave, so as not to make him look narrow-minded. He was just staying here and couldn't speak, and he did not agree with Yang Ling's opinion. He looked ridiculous with his calm face.

Yang Shen pondered for a moment and smiled and said, "Actually, there is no need to worry too much about these things. I will follow the following: this is not only for increasing taxes. My actions have a profound impact and profound intention."

Yang Ling looked at him happily. Today, the county lord and his wife from Lu County invited him, and he still thought that there were some conspiracies. Unexpectedly, it turned out that only a few friends of the county lord Yibin were concerned about state affairs and wanted to discuss with him.

The two young people in front of him had extraordinary conversation, and it was even more rare that although they were not as long-term as he knew the hundreds of years of history, many of their knowledge had far exceeded those scholars who had appeared deeply poisoned by Cheng and Zhu Lixue. If some of their opinions were not still obviously confined to the modern times, Yang Ling would really suspect that they were also friends who traveled through time.

If these two people become officials and become important officials of the court, they can definitely become their most capable support. When Yang Ling thought of this, he leaned forward to understand their intentions, he suddenly heard a soft and sweet voice outside the bamboo hut and said: "Fu Zi, clean these two fish and make a lighter bamboo shoot fish soup at night."

"Yes, Miss, wow, is this the fish that the lady caught? What a fat and big two fresh fish," said another sweet and crisp voice.

The previous voice laughed: "I'm not patient in fishing. The bait was thrown into the stream and fed the fish directly. I guess the fish was full, which made the Fang sister not catch any of them. This was caught by Mrs. Liu and I snatched it. Otherwise, I would be embarrassed to come back empty-handed?"

Fu Zi also laughed loudly, then heard the lady's voice saying, "Where are Mr. Zhu and the others? Have you gone to the forest to drink again?"

Fu Zi said in a voice: "Shh, it's right in that bamboo house. I heard from the county lord that the imperial envoy of the capital, Lord Yang, was here, and they were talking to Lord Yang."

A footstep was already coming to the bamboo house, but when he heard this, he stopped again, and then the faint and graceful voice said, "Oh, then I'll go back to my room first."

Ang Lee smiled at Yang Ling and said, "It's Miss Yanran, the daughter of Lord Tuobayu, the chieftain Zhuoji." Rejoice smiled at Zhu Xuanyi and said, "Miss Yanran is looking for you. Why don't you go out and have a look?"

Zhu Xuanyi's face turned red, she bowed to Yang Ling and others and smiled, got up and walked out with her shoes.

Yang Ling nodded, and he sat near the door. At this time, he turned his head slightly and looked out. Zhu Xuanyi was standing next to the bamboo forest. A woman next to her was wearing a bamboo hat and a bamboo basket fishing rod. She stood sideways and wore a bamboo hat. Only a little pointed nose, slightly raised red lips and graceful chin could be seen.

She was wearing a graceful gauze skirt and her ink-like hair was tied with a white silk squid. The hair was swaying lightly in the wind, and behind the beautiful figure was a slender and beautiful bamboo, which was as gentle and charming as a painting...

There are beautiful women in Sichuan, but how can this Sichuan girl look like a girl from the Jiangnan water town. She is gentle and lacks a little... Oh, because there are no chili peppers in Sichuan now, Yang Ling suddenly thought of the few packets of chili seeds he brought to Sichuan.

Zhu Xuanyi smiled and said a few words to her, and then walked back. However, the girl hid in the bamboo forest with her back and never saw her true face clearly.

Zhu Xuanyi entered the door and smiled and said, "I just ordered Fu Zi to make one of the two fishes and braised one, and make a few exquisite and unique Sichuan dishes. Today I have a discussion with the adults. I will be drunk with you tonight, haha."

Sichuan cuisine originated from ancient Ba and Shu countries. It had already begun to have a contour during the Han and Jin dynasties. It was formed during the Sui and Tang dynasties, and it still tastes delicious and is very spicy. Even before it was introduced to chili, it became one of the eight major cuisines and became famous in China. Zhu Xuanyi was a native of Shu, so he was inevitably proud of himself when talking about it.

Yang Ling was surprised that the pretty girl she had just seen was actually Fu Zi, the maid in the conversation. The maid knew the master. You can imagine what kind of person Tuoba Yanran, who only heard the sound but did not see him?

Beauties appear in Sichuan!

Yang Ling secretly repeated another sentence in his heart.

Song Xiaoai was carrying a bow and carrying a knife, shaking a few bamboo leaves in her hand, and walked side by side in the bamboo forest with Wu Hanchao.
To be continued...