Yisouyuan.√∟

Because today is Zhu Mingzhi's birthday, Xu Yu, who came back from the school, was surprised. The mansion was deserted and called Lan Chun and asked, "Isn't this my birthday today? Why is there no movement at home?"

Lan Chun said, "Xifengda was sent out in the morning, and the imperial decree from the palace also came. We all ate birthday noodles. However, because the girl was uncomfortable and did not like the excitement, the wife was not excited and did not teach everyone to celebrate, saying that she would be quiet and quiet alone. However, the gift was better. I heard that only a few royal families were accepted."

Xu Yu nodded, and felt confused again. He hurried to Jieshoutang to speak a few words with Xiao, and then returned to the garden on the excuse, climbed the mountain to the Red Building in the Red Chamber. As soon as he entered the door, he asked, "What's wrong with sister?"

Unexpectedly, Zhu Mingzhi sat in front of Xiangzhu's small table, with a single dress and a single pants, and there was a lot of paper on the table, and I don't know what to look at. Xu Yu asked her, but he didn't hear it.

When Xu Yu saw that someone could sit and watch something, he knew that it was nothing serious, so he felt relieved. He walked closer and said softly: "I said my sister is sick, why don't I have a good rest? See what I do."

This time Zhu Mingzhi heard it and smiled and said, "Look at the poem."

When Xu Yu was curious, he reached out and picked up a piece, and saw that it was a jade sheet of Ruyi paper, which read: "Kedong's poem, please correct me if you record it." The row below is full of poems.

The waves are close to the water and far away, and Mount Wu circles and travels across the mountain.

There was a lonely sail in the middle, singing three or two bamboo branches.

The sound of the horns is faint, the moon is ridged, and the boats are full of water and not ice.

I don’t know where I walked across the bridge bay, two or three lights pointed to Jiaxing.

"Yes, it's a word and a bead to read. Hey? This person also sat on the newly-launched small steamer. We have never seen it before, but only in Suzhou and Hangzhou." Xu Yu was excited and explained to Zhu Mingzhi: "This small steamer was developed by my father day and night. Many skilled craftsmen have developed the most critical steam furnace, cylinder, and condenser for nearly twenty years. They have worked hard. Because this ship does not need to rely on sails, sails fast and is not controlled by the weather, the people who have seen it call it a steamer, which means that the third prince of Nezha is the propeller behind the ship. I'm asking the master to buy one or two ships. Anyway, the people will be more convenient for people to travel. In addition, there are trains, which are said to be under test in Liaodong."

"It's true. I never expected that the barren land of Liaodong would become the south of the Yangtze River outside the border!" Zhu Mingzhi smiled and said, "I love this poem. You can read it to me well. It's better than taking medicine."

"Yes." Xu Yu then chanted seriously: "There are four hundred journeys in the mountains, and then they walk like crucian tails. They are speechless late at night, and they only hear the sound of breathing at the bottom of the boat. OK, I wrote a small steamer so vividly, and the righteous brother also described it."

The rooster crows and the moon is gone, and the forest shadows and mountains are in chaos.

Three or two archways, four or five towers, and all the boatmen talk about flat viewing.

"These sentences are written in the painting, which makes people fascinate." Xu Yu couldn't help but exclaim, "I just don't know where Pingwang is?"

Zhu Mingzhi chuckled and said, "From Jiaxing and going to Suzhou, we have to pass by Pingwang County. There are the most archways and many pagodas along the coast. This person wrote so carefully, and the paintings are just like this. The first two sentences may not be drawn. We might as well think about it with our eyes closed, as if we were entering the scene."

Close your eyes for a moment. Zhu Mingzhi said, "You are not allowed to interrupt, please continue reading for me."

"If there are good sentences, don't I be allowed to praise me?" Xu Yu smiled and chanted again: "The plains are far away and the sky is spreading, and the night smoke rises from the lonely city; the mountains and rivers in the south of the Yangtze River are as beautiful as this, how can we get here?"

"Good guy!" Zhu Mingzhi admired his expression, "This man is so delicate. It turns out that reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles."

Xu Yu hurriedly asked, "Why?"

"Idiot!" Zhu Mingzhi smiled and said, "This poem was obviously written by seeing Wujiang's city. I thought that Yueshan from Zhejiang came to Hangzhou. Although the scenery was very beautiful, it was a little stubborn. Once you arrived in Wujiang, it would be the boundary of Jiangsu, and the mountain became soft. This was not an artistic conception that ordinary people could experience."

"So that's it." Xu Yu was immediately amazed and chanted again: "There is no 53 bridges in the world. I don't understand this sentence? The most famous figure in Jiangnan is Su, it's extreme, it's extreme! I have a deep feeling of the same feeling." Xu Yu clapped his hands and smiled, "If the heart is better than the water of Wujiang River, it will never flow into Taihu Lake."

"Scared!" Xu Yu was slightly surprised, "This sentence is interesting, interesting! Could it be that it was written by a woman?"

Zhu Mingzhi was speechless and smiled sweetly, "You are like the master. Sometimes you are erudite and talented, and sometimes you are very ignorant. The fifty-three bridges refer to the Baodai Bridge, which is very long, with a total of fifty-three bridges. And the two sentences of Langxin are from the two sentences of Yang Tieya Gusu Zhuzhi's poem "You hate the water beside the bridge, and half into Wujiang and half Taihu Lake."

Xu Ye naturally had no idea of ​​admiration, and then continued to recite:

The old deserted Qiu outside Gusu City, and today the deserted Qiu has all the painting buildings.

Don’t be shocked by the vicissitudes of life, and your daughter is worried about her child.

Zhu Mingzhi said: "This refers to Qingyang now."

Xu Yu knew that she admired Jiangnan Lingxiu since she was young, and had traveled for two years. She knew very well about Jiangnan. It was also the reason for the Hongxi Dynasty. Otherwise, it would be difficult for the Ming Dynasty to go out before the princess of the Ming Dynasty. If history had not changed, now that the capital has been moved to the north, the misty rain in Jiangnan will undoubtedly be even more out of reach.

The peach blossoms in the dock are cold in the sunset, and the sparse willows are broken.

I hate visiting Tiantai Road, but there is no one to spend it with Ruan Lang.

"This refers to Taohuawu." Zhu Mingzhi frowned and said in confusion: "The emperor, who had just passed away, is a Taohuawu native. He never forgot his hometown during his lifetime. How could such a sentence be there? Wait, tell me what is the surname of this person? What is his name?"

Xu Yu smiled and said, "I have read it for a long time and I still don't know whose masterpiece it is, it probably says it at the back."

"I'll look for it." Zhu Mingzhi immediately found the last piece of paper on the table, and saw that the signature was written with an alias, "Oh, it turned out to be him."

Xu Yu said puzzledly: "I don't recognize this person, how do you know? Where did this manuscript come from?"

"It's a long story," Zhu Mingzhi sat down and said, "I didn't know him either. The collection of poems sent by Meixian to beat Gusu today is the poems of Leng Xianglou's girl, Gu Yinglian. Gu Yinglian is the clan girl of Meixian. That year, I had seen a person who was truly a splendid person at Meixian's house. It's a pity that I'm as weak as me. Her family lived in Taohuawu. I stayed at the Gu family back then. She came here to visit relatives. At that time?"

As he spoke, Zhu Mingzhi fell into memories. Xu Yu also sat down and listened attentively. Zhu Mingzhi recalled: "It seems that Meixian said that the wife of the Sheng family and Yinglian's mother were cousins. Because Yinglian's mother died of illness, she was only one uncle and was not at home all year round, so she was picked up by Meixian's mother and stayed there for a few days. Yinglian would live in the Sheng family in the future. Unfortunately, I was not interested in the Sheng family at that time, so I just had heard of it."

Xu Yu said: "So, Gu Meixian and Gu Yinglian are distant cousins, so Yinglian wants to live in the closer Sheng family."

"Oh!" Zhu Mingzhi nodded slowly, "I remember that the sisters came to see me two years ago. Ying Lian looked like she was crying. When she asked her, she found out that her uncle had died in Yangzhou and was going to attend the funeral sooner or later. Because she had not seen each other for a long time, she didn't tell me the truth. When she went to Yangzhou, Meixian suddenly wrote a letter to me that when Ying Lian went there, she brought two girls, two servants, and her twelve-year-old younger brother.

The civilian ships from Wuxian County, Suzhou were hired. What was the name of Ni Dafu? There were two large Wuxi clutches. Last month, I accidentally thought of Ying Lian and asked Meixian how she was doing. Unexpectedly, Meixian wrote to me that she had been there for several months and Ni Dafu's ship here would not come back. Some people said that the ship was overturned by the wind in the Yangtze River, while others said that Ni Dafu was originally a gangster. The Gu family asked the county government to conduct a document to investigate, but there was no news."

Zhu Mingzhi sighed quietly and pointed to the manuscripts on the table, "This case is still hanging, and the collection of poems sent by Meixian from Yinglian is mixed with many of the poet's poems, mostly of which are resentful words. It can be seen that this poem in Taohuawu has a foundation. If I didn't expect, this person is the son of the Sheng family."

After listening to it in a daze, Xu Yu said hatefully: "But such a talented man and beautiful woman cannot have a good time. She is so beautiful that she hates her to death."

"You can continue to read it for me." Zhu Mingzhi closed his eyes slightly again.

Xu Yu was stunned and said, "In February, the orioles and flowers are cold and the tiger trees are cold. The water flows westward outside the Golden Gate; the willows in the pond water are not tied to the building, and the fishing boats are tied to the fishing boats. It turns out that I feel a lot, and I can't imagine how sad Mr. Sheng came all the way."

The cold mountains and smoke are too blurry, and the moon is full of the maple bridge and there is no wine to buy.

It’s not for the ferry children who ask about West Lake when they meet others.

Zhu Mingzhi, who was listening quietly, said: "There is a prejudice here, how can West Lake get the scenery of Hanshan?"

"Didn't you know that the lakes and mountains are good here, but you insist on being against your will?" Xu Yu smiled softly and continued to recite: "I walk on the road of the car, and I hear the music and singing on the building; I look at the Wumen Bridge coldly, and the lights are mixed with green phosphorus."

Zhu Mingzhi sighed: "It refers to Qingyang again. What an exclamation that makes people unbearable to read it."

Wushan and Wushui are dreams, but who knows when Cui Hu comes back?

The peach blossoms have no color for a long time, but the setting sun is like the old days.

After reading this paragraph, Xu Yu didn't notice that Zhu Mingzhi's face was shy and his eyes turned red.

The path is filled with sorrow, and I have been asking everyone what I know.

A rumor suddenly became shocking, and the smoke and water of the five lakes were buried in Xi Shi.

When Zhu Mingzhi heard this, shed tears. Xu Yu also looked at the poem for a long time. For a moment, the room was silent. Chunyan and others who came in hurriedly retreated gently, not daring to disturb him.

Xu Yu said: "The following are all eulogies. The writing is so sad that I can't continue reading. Hey, my sister is crying."

Zhu Mingzhi sighed, "Poetry is not worth much, but it has caused me some sorrow. According to this poem, Yinglian's sister is accused of making an annoyance. Do you think I can't be sad? I am willing to go to Jiangnan to worship, but my body is good and bad at this time, I am afraid that my elders will not let go. Everyone has their own fate, and I will say nothing. I'll ask you to prepare some gifts for me and send some poems from recent years to Meixian."

Xu Yu frowned and said, "This gift is not easy. If it is heavy, it will be clichéd, but if it is light, it will be inappropriate."
Chapter completed!