Chapter 147 Pingshan Hall

"The most beautiful place in Yangzhou is to protect the river." He Zhaoyi's mouth kept moving, and every word was gem: "The river surface is winding and twisting, and it is always spreading and gathering, and it is beautiful and colorful. The spring willows in the long dike, the mist and rain of the four bridges, the Great Rainbow Bridge, the Twenty-Four Bridges, the Linglong Flower Realm, the Xichun Platform, the gurgling stone walls, the Jingxiang Bookstore, etc., many interesting places, let's go and have a tour together, can we have a chance?"

Zhang Yang was so angry that he was so angry that he would not be able to travel around everywhere, without ten days or half a month. He had a lot of things to do, so how could he accompany this young lady who was doing nothing all day to do these things?

"As for you, don't you want to climb high during the Double Ninth Festival? Since it is the Double Ninth Festival, let's climb high and enjoy the scenery. What about Dahong Bridge, Twenty-Four Bridges, and Jingxiang Bookstores. We can see it all, how about it?" Zhang Yang said tactfully.

He Zhaoyi did not answer, stood on the bow of the boat, looking at the willow trees on both sides of the shore, everything in front of her was becoming more and more familiar. Yangzhou was about to arrive.

"If you climb high, Pingshan Hall on the west side of Daming Temple is a good place. Sitting on this hall, the mountains in the south of the Yangtze River are vividly visible, as if they are on the hall. But..." He Zhaoyi's mouth moved slightly and said these words reluctantly.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Pingshan Hall was built by Ouyang Xiu of the previous dynasty and is now abandoned. Many people miss the previous dynasty, so although it is a ruin, many people go to pay tribute to the past and present."

The Southern Song Dynasty had long been destroyed, but the Yuan Dynasty was cruel, so many people still cared about the previous dynasty. Ouyang Xiu was the prefect of Yangzhou and built this hall, looking into the distance, traveling around, offering sacrifices to scholars and officials, and literati recited poems and essays. Therefore, this place became a thorn in the eyes of the Yuan Dynasty, and over time, it was abandoned.

Ouyang Xiu? Zhang Yang is very familiar with this name. When he was in school, he memorized many of his excellent works.

"On the Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day. The moon rose to the willows, and people made an appointment after dusk.

On the night of the year this year, the moon and the lights are still there. I don’t see the person last year, and tears fill the sleeves of the spring shirt." Zhang Yang casually recited the song "Sheng Chazi".

After finishing memorizing it, I found that why was it so quiet around me? He Zhaoyi opened her eyes wide and looked at Zhang Yang with admiration.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yang was puzzled: "Does there be any words on my face?"

"Brother Shicheng, I thought you were just an ordinary martial artist, but I didn't expect that you would know so much!" He Zhaoyi seemed to have a feeling of finding a soulmate. She has received good education since she was a child. All kinds of poems are catchy, but her favorite is this song "Sheng Chazi".

"The moon rises to the willows, and people make an appointment after dusk. Brother Shicheng, next year, we will go to Dadu to enjoy the lanterns. It is said that the lantern festival in Dadu is very lively, and there are also fans of the lanterns." He Zhaoyi's face was full of excitement.

Well, why did you even book the Lantern Festival next year? At that time, I didn’t know where I was, so I couldn’t agree.

"This, according to Yi, let's talk about going to Pingshan Hall first." Zhang Yang said.

He Zhao woke up from his longing, yes, Brother Shicheng belongs to Sister Han, why did she make an appointment with others after dusk? She felt sour in her heart. Although she had been avoiding thinking about this problem, she could never avoid it.

"Just stop the boat in front!" He Zhaoyi said.

"Don't we have to go to the inland river to get salt first?" Zhang Yang asked in confusion.

"I am very relieved to these brothers of yours. Let them go. Let's get off the boat from here and go to Pingshan Hall closer." He Zhaoyi said.

"Miss..." Xiao Ai shouted from behind.

"Xiao Ai, follow the salt boat back and tell your brother that I will go back tonight." He Zhaoyi's expression was calm.

If she goes back, the elder brother will definitely come out, and now, she just wants to seize this time and be with him. From the time she set out to now, she rarely rests and always follows him. Even if she doesn't speak, even if she just sees him, she is satisfied.

How could Zhang Yang not know about He Zhaoyi's intention? Zhang Yang really didn't know what to do if a young lady was so affectionate about him.

In modern times, Zhang Yang once pursued several girls, but all failed. Unexpectedly, when he returned here, he was destined to be in trouble. Liu Ruohan and He Zhaoyi are all such beautiful girls. It is impossible for Zhang Yang to be unmoved. However, he has already engaged Ruohan, so he always distanced himself from He Zhaoyi.

However, seeing He Zhaoyi's infatuation, he was a little at a loss. Subconsciously, he was a little imagining with Feifei. This man would inevitably be a little distracted.

The salt boat stopped on the shore, and He Zhaoyi jumped off the boat quickly and stepped back to the land of Yangzhou again. Moreover, when he was with him, he felt very happy.

"Come down quickly, why are you so sad?" He Zhaoyi shouted, her white long skirt looked like a fairy in the sun.

"Okay." Zhang Yang had no choice but to follow him. "You go and send salt first, wait for me for a few hours, and you will come back when the night is dark at the end."

The brothers on the boat looked at Zhang Yang without saying anything, but their eyes were extremely envious.

Zhang Yang sighed in his heart. If there was a person who let him go to Ruohan and said that, he might be in trouble.

"Brother Shicheng, hurry up!" He Zhaoyi seemed to have a gust of wind, and had already floated far away.

Zhang Yang had no choice but to follow him quickly.

"Zhaoyi, didn't you say that Pingshantang is very close to here? Why did you go so far and haven't arrived yet?" Zhang Yang felt deceived.

Of course that is very... far away. Pingshan Hall is located in the northwest of Yangzhou City, and is still in the eastern suburbs of Yangzhou City. Even if you take a carriage, it will take an hour. However, this makes you feel more like it. If you arrive in less than two steps, can it be called Autumn? Autumn is used to stair.

He Zhaoyi felt a sense of satisfaction, stepping on the green grass under her feet, sucking the breath of autumn, walking with Mr. Zhang, walking together, the beautiful scenery was everywhere, and she felt relaxed and happy.

Zhang Yang's mood was different, as if he was urinating in anger, but he was on the bus and couldn't go to the toilet. This feeling was very unhappy.

He looked at He Zhaoyi's happy look and knew that this little girl must have deceived her.

"So, let's hire a carriage to Pingshantang." Zhang Yang said.

If the road is long, then just take a taxi. Anyway, I have money now, so why do I always take the eleventh route?

He Zhaoyi withdrew her enthusiastic gaze and stared at Zhang Yang: "Brother Shicheng, don't you think that in this environment, there is a warm atmosphere of traveling with me? We are experiencing autumn, not rushing on the road. If you are so absent-minded, I will be unhappy."

The little mouth pouted, with a unique charm, so Zhang Yang had to give up.

"The famous Twenty-Four Bridges in Yangzhou are ahead." He Zhaoyi said.

"Twenty-four bridges? Are there twenty-four bridges?" Zhang Yang asked.

"These twenty-four bridges are just one bridge. For example, thirty-six strategies are the best strategy, so are there thirty-six strategies?" He Zhaoyi looked at Zhang Yang with a smile.

"Then why is it called the Twenty-Fourth Bridge, not the Twenty-Three Bridge, nor the Twenty-Five Bridge?" He said just now, like an idiot, of course he had to make some excuses and see how He Zhaoyi answered.

"This is really something that says. Brother Shicheng, the origin of the Twenty-Four Bridge is a thousand years ago. When Emperor Yang of Sui arrived here, he saw a small bridge and asked casually: 'What is this bridge?'. The eunuch said he didn't know. At this time, a favorite concubine said: 'I'll give it a name, it's Twenty-Three Bridges.' Because there are twenty-three concubines on the cruise ship, the princesses on the cruise ship, and the final vowel of "Jiao" and "Bridge" are the same, and the right half is the same. But after hearing the reason why the favorite concubine said, a eunuch reported to the emperor and said that there were twenty-four girls on the ship.

Do you know why?"

"Is there a concubine pregnant?" Zhang Yang said. It's too bad to use this kind of brain teaser problem to test himself. However, Emperor Yang of Sui has so many wives, which is a blessing. No, it should be said that any one who becomes the emperor is... three thousand beauties, and there are too few such twenty-four bridges.

He Zhaoyi didn't know that Zhang Yang had thought of these things. Her question was stumped by many people, and Brother Shicheng actually guessed it all at once. This made He Zhaoyi feel that Brother Shicheng was simply a god.

"After crossing the twenty-four bridges and heading north, we can go to Daming Temple." He Zhaoyi said.

"Aren't we going to Pingshan Hall? Why are we going to Daming Temple again? I don't ask God to worship Buddha. I am an atheist and do not believe in any religion." Zhang Yang said.

"Seeing your nervous look, I didn't say that you would shave your head and be a monk." He Zhaoyi said: "Pingshan Hall is on the west side of Daming Temple. If you don't go to Daming Temple, how can you go to Pingshan Hall?"

Oh, so that's it.

Shugang is a treasure land of dragon veins in Yangzhou, stretching and entrenching in the northern suburbs of Yangzhou. There are three hills above, called Dongfeng, Zhongfeng, and Beifeng. Daming Temple is built on the center front, and below the hill is the guarantee lake (that is, the Slender West Lake in later generations).

Zhang Yang was very injured. He just wanted to accompany He Zhaoyi to climb up to enjoy the scenery. Even if he completed the task, he didn't expect that this trip, from the east of Yangzhou City, to the west of the city, and then to the north of the city, he would have been able to turn all the scenery in Yangzhou. It was all because he had no geographical knowledge and did not know where Pingshan Hall was. Otherwise, He Zhaoyi would not have been led around like walking a dog.

Stepping on the bluestone steps, I came to Pingshan Hall step by step.

This place has long been abandoned and a dilapidated scene, but under the thick spider silk, the whole red hall is still quiet and quaint. On the stone shed outside, vines have already crawled everywhere, with ancient vines and banana leaves. In the center of the hall, there are still three gold-iron characters "Pingshantang" hanging high.

"Brother Shicheng, let's go there and you can see the beautiful scenery everywhere there." He Zhaoyi said.

The hall blocked the view here, and it should be clearer when you pass through it. Zhang Yang followed He Zhaoyi.

Sure enough, the eyes suddenly became clear, and the eyes were full of green, surrounded by trees, the breeze was refreshing; the lake water below was winding and twisting, simple and colorful; looking south, the hills in the south of the Yangtze River were covered with mountains, faint mountains, and the mountains were like picturesque.

This feeling of enjoying the mountains and rivers makes Zhang Yang feel relaxed.

Suddenly, I felt something strange in my hand. A soft little hand was already touching my hand at some point.

Zhang Yang wanted to pull out his hand, but he couldn't stop.
Chapter completed!