Royal Road - Chapter 194

[Chapter 193 | City]

Outside the pavilion, there are no ice basin cooling fans that can be seen everywhere, and even if there is a shade of greenery, the temperature has risen a few degrees.

However, Liang Feng only felt that his limbs were cold, and even his body began to shiver.

The crazy thirst that was hidden in the body came up again.

Just the act of swallowing the pills aroused the lingering addiction, urging him to bend his knees towards something he had already quit.

This is beyond the control of consciousness, but Liang Feng did not surrender.

In the closed sleeves, his hands were tightly clasped together, strong enough to pinch deep bruises, as if wrestling with himself.

The chatter and laughter of others, the rustling of the wind passing through the dense forest, and various other sounds were all forgotten.

Liang Feng walked numbly, neither fast nor slow, every step seemed to be walking on the tip of a knife.

Cold sweat slid down his back, and his lips turned pale, but he still did not stop, so stubbornly followed the team.

It took less than a quarter of an hour to walk from the pavilion to the lake, more than three miles away.

Sima Yue ran as fast as he could, and he was covered in sweat.

The irritating dryness gradually dissipated, and it turned into an intoxicating comfort.

With the help of the maid, he boarded the boat parked on the shore.

This boat is also specially made. In this small artificial lake, it is obviously too big.

However, the small waves in the lake could not shake the floating boat at all, and the mountains were dense with water vapor, and the coolness was refreshing.

The sweat-soaked clothes gradually became cold, just in line with the cold clothes and cold sleeping after the clothes were dissipated.

Without changing his clothes, Sima Yue squatted in his arms, sat down regardless of his manners, and ordered Lao Dao and the accompanying guests to board the boat.

The music sounded again, and the food was placed on the table like water.

After taking the powder, you need to eat a lot, and you can only eat cold food.

Sima Yue also ignored the preferences of others, and ordered delicious cold food, enough for him to enjoy.

After gobbling down a few plates, Sima Yue finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the medicine pill he took today was really effective.

However, the reward on the spot lost his identity. It seems that he still needs to build a Taoist temple to support this immortal master.

With a casual glance, he noticed the lonely figure sitting beside him.

I don’t know if it was because I was slow to wait, but the attendant only gave Liang Zixi a last seat, and the meal on the table was not very rich.

The man just stayed in the seat, he didn’t seem to move much, and his face was astonishingly white.

Sima Yue put down the wine cup in his hand and said, “Why does Liang Taishou use so little? But the wine and food don’t suit the taste?”

Liang Feng seemed to be stunned, then slowly put down his chopsticks, and cupped his hands back: “Xiaguan is weak, use Not too much.”

This doesn’t sound like a lie.

Seeing the man trembling slightly, his lips white and his eyes blue, Sima Yue only reacted.

Could it be that the road just now made him tired and sick?

This body is really weak.

Thinking of the old-fashioned verdict, Sima Yue smiled even more: “Liang Jun is frail, so he should take good care of him. By the way, I heard that you have a lot of Jiehu, is there such a thing?”

“Yes. Liang Feng breathed a low breath before he calmed down his voice. “Hu people are reckless. If they are indulged, it will eventually lead to disaster. It is better to use them.

”

Liang Feng’s ancestor was Liang Xi, a famous minister of Cao Wei, and Liang Xi’s greatest achievement in his life was to govern Bingzhou, and let all the Xiongnu and Xianbei in the state return to the court.

It is also because of this that he was reused by the emperors of the two generations of Cao and Wei, and won the reputation of the most capable minister in the world.

If this Liang Zixi had learned the ability of his ancestors, wouldn’t he not be symptomatic and lead to chaos in the state?

Liang Feng lowered his eyes and said, “It’s passed down by our ancestors.”

Sima Yue laughed: “It’s really after a capable minister…” After

saying that, Sima Yue’s eyes circled around Liang Feng.

Such a sick half-dead, yet truly talented person, seems to be really available?

After working hard for several years, he might die on the couch without having to do it himself.

At that time, if the rectified Bingzhou is gathered in hand, wouldn’t it kill two birds with one stone?

After the conversation changed, Sima Yue’s face became serious: “It’s just that in the past two years of the party, the taxation is really insufficient. There are rumors that Leping Kingdom was harassed by soldiers and horses. Is there such a thing?”

Liang Feng’s mind was already buzzing, but he gritted his teeth, supporting the only remaining Qingming: “There are too many refugees, and they have to support the army’s back road. The next time I reported to the Ming court, I only hoped to reduce or exempt taxes. As for the Leping Kingdom, it is to clear up the bandits, and Wen Taizhen will take over as county magistrate…”

He paused for a while, then slowly leaned over: “Shangdang is in danger. The lower officials have worked hard, just to protect the road of Huguanxing and keep the king’s capital safe. He is sincere, and he also asks the Taiwei to check it out.”

This is a true bow, and the long kneeler can’t afford to kneel.

Looking at the shivering thin back, Sima Yue couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride in his heart.

He is a famous person, and even treats those guys who have scolded him and let him go.

But those madmen who came from humble beginnings could only serve as subordinates in his house after all, and could not hold official positions.

In his heart, the only people who can hold the post of officials, especially those with a high rank of 2,000 stone in the state and county, are still only the sons and daughters of high-ranking officials.

And those who are slightly less wealthy should obey him and be loyal.

As for integrity and talent, it is always just something that looks good on the face.

Therefore, saying a thousand words and ten thousand is not as real as this kneeling begging.

With a smile, Sima Yue said lightly: “Why is Zixi doing this? The merits of Shangdang are only seen in the eyes. Those matters of money and food are allowed, so there is no need to worry. It’s just that Bingzhou’s soldiers are in danger, and they should be sent. The people in the DPRK should be stationed there.”

What does this mean?

Losing his keen observation skills, Liang Feng straightened up, not knowing how to answer.

Seeing that the other party was in a trance, Sima Yue didn’t explain it, shook his head and sighed, “Why is Zixi sweating so much, why do you need to call a doctor?”

Only then did Liang Feng realize that his face was covered in sweat, and he raised his sleeves. Gently wiped his face: “The weather is hot, and the lower officials can’t bear the heat…”

“If that’s the case, let’s rest early. Come on, send Prefect Liang out of the garden.” How can you be patient with him staying here in the eye?

Facing this “considerate” order to evict guests, Liang Feng lowered his eyes and thanked him again.

Only then did he slowly get up and follow the waiter’s path.

Seeing the shaky figure, Sima Yue let out a chuckle. It seemed that Wang Yifu’s idea was not bad.

After a short walk, he turned his head with a smile, and said to the people around him, “Since the immortals have come to visit today, I want to talk about mysteries. Come people, come and come.

”

The following guests suddenly became energetic and geared up, just wanting to please the master.

The old man on the side also caressed his beard leisurely. Without that obtrusive Buddhist son, he would be able to occupy the important position beside the King of the East China Sea.

Just like the fairy beside the King of Chengdu in those days, he enjoyed all the glory.

Everyone left the figure that left behind, and once again threw themselves into the feast.

Liang Feng didn’t know how he got out of Xianmingyuan.

When he came to the ox cart with one foot deep and one foot, Qingmei exclaimed: “Lord, why are you looking so bad?”

Liang Feng boarded the bullock cart without saying a word. Back to the city.

It is necessary to find Dr. Jiang as soon as possible to diagnose and treat Master Lang!

However, the ox cart only traveled a few miles when Liang Feng suddenly shouted, “Stop!” He

was startled, but the driver, who was also a part-timer, reacted extremely quickly, and immediately pulled the ox cart to a stop.

Without waiting for the car to stop, Liang Feng rushed out of the carriage, stumbled forward a few steps, and spat out with a wow.

Those cold delicacies turned into sour mucus and rushed out of the throat.

Is this motion sickness?

No, Liang Feng just felt utterly disgusting.

For the banquet just now, for the self who knelt down and bowed.

Why did he become like this?

Why should you kneel to that stupid Sima ethnic group?

And the unbearable addiction.

The discomfort all over his body seemed to be condensed together, making Liang Feng want to spit out his liver and gallbladder!

Qingmei was terrified, sobbing and patting Liang Feng’s back, trying to make her husband feel a little more comfortable.

However, what is the use of this insignificant comfort?

After spitting up, Liang Feng didn’t get back into the car, or even took the water handed by Luzhu to rinse his mouth, so his mouth was full of bitterness, and he walked staggeringly into the forest beside him.

Where is he going?

Liang Feng actually didn’t know.

The chaos in his mind was completely triggered, and he didn’t even know where he was.

This is not Beijing, not anywhere he knows.

Where is his car parked?

The celebration feast should be held. Will the old man send someone to cut him again this time?

When he stumbled, he supported the tree trunk beside him, and the long sleeves of his robe hung down in front of him.

Liang Feng stretched out his hand in confusion and tugged at his cuff.

However, it was not clear why he was wearing this, and a low sound of the piano wafted in the wind.

As if attracted, Liang Feng walked deeper into the forest.

After passing through a broad-leaved tung tree, a small stone platform appeared in front of him.

On the bright and clean boulder, sat an old man, with white hair and beard, and wrinkled face.

His clothes were all made of linen, and the front was not closed, revealing his shriveled chest and abdomen, and there was a dumped jug beside his feet.

In front of his chest, he was holding a musical instrument, with a long neck and a round belly, a stringed instrument.

Liang Feng stared blankly at the old man in front of him.

It wasn’t the way he was used to dressing up, and it wasn’t an old man in an ordinary mountain village.

On the contrary, the old man was like walking out of a historical drama, with indelible vicissitudes and a sense of reality.

“Lang lord! This is the courtyard of another family…” An eager voice sounded from behind.

Liang Feng turned his head and saw a teenage girl who also looked like a hairpin skirt.

Who is he?

Who are they?

The numbness and confusion suddenly had a direction, and Liang Feng trembled.

Yes, he is no longer the Liang Feng, no longer the criminal policeman who was born and died.

He is Liang Feng, the prefect of Shangdang, and the master of Liang’s mansion.

It has been three years since he came to this world…

why did he stop here?

In the chest, a piece collapsed, and Liang Feng felt that his breathing was rapid.

Why does he still stay here?

!

Just as the darkness rushed over, the old man on Shishang suddenly said, “Do you want to play?” The

old man handed out the musical instrument in his arms.

Looking at the musical instrument for a while, Liang Feng walked over and took it in his hands.

It’s not like the pipa that I usually see, it’s more round, and it’s not hugged vertically, but like a guitar, it can be hugged across the chest.

It’s just that the strings are not six, but four have pillars, like a deformed body of some kind of lute.

Holding the icy musical instrument in his arms, Liang Feng froze for a while, then started playing.

Without a pick and unfamiliar with the four strings, Liang Feng played messily.

What he played was not an ancient song, but an ancient popular song.

At that time, they changed the song to guitar music, and a few people gathered around, shouting, drinking and singing.

The singing is frivolous and frivolous, and it also has the heroic and comfortableness of the distant rivers and lakes.

He plays very well, and every time he can exchange for full applause.

Now, however, the tune is out of tune.

This is not a musical instrument he is familiar with, this is not an era he is familiar with, and this is not a place where he can sing and be sympathetic.

There was a ding, and the sound of the piano was interrupted.

Liang Feng stood still as if he had lost his soul.

Yes, he can’t go back.

Unable to stop the trembling of his hands, he handed the piano back to the old man, staggered and turned around, wanting to leave.

However, at this time, the sound of the piano started again!

It was not mere music.

The four strings vibrated and made a loud noise, like a long roar in the stream, and then, the tune changed, the turbid waves hit the shore, the crane flew into the lonely field, became free and easy, like a long song of laughter, like a sword in the world .

Liang Feng turned his head sharply.

The tune was so familiar, just like the one he just wanted to play.

However, the rhythm is so unfamiliar, more powerful and more free and easy than the original sound that he has heard, like a high-ranking scholar who wears clothes, walks the clouds and treads the wind, and sings when drunk.

It was obviously just a musical instrument, but it produced an astonishingly complex sound.

And that sound of the piano penetrated the bone into the marrow again, piercing the heart.

Liang Feng had never heard such a tune, let alone such a musician!

His body, mind, and heart were grasped by the voice of the song, and in addition to the extreme pain, he gave birth to infinite joy!

However, the song was played so fast that it stopped abruptly before it could be recollected.

The wind stopped and the trees were quiet, the birds did not chirping, and there seemed to be a lingering sound around the beams.

The old man put down his hand and sighed: “This song is novel and has some relics from Guangling.”

The old man’s voice was not like his piano sound, dry and hoarse, with little strength.

However, Liang Feng seemed to have been hit by something, his eyes were sore, and he could hardly hold back the tears in his eyes.

Yes, in the film, this song is played and sung as an adaptation of “Guangling San”.

At this moment, there are still people who have never forgotten the remnants of Guangling that Ji Zhongsan had left.

Is that song like Guangling?

Maybe not really similar.

But thousands of years of chaotic time and space have quietly merged together!

Suppressing the tears in his eyes, Liang Feng bowed to the ground and said, “Thank you old man for the song.”

He didn’t ask the other party’s surname.

Hearing “Guangling San” and being able to play such a melody is absolutely extraordinary.

But does the name matter?

Does identity matter?

Far better than this encounter with Xianle!

The old man didn’t say much, just waved his hand and fiddled with the strings again.

The strings buzzed, but were no longer in tune.

Taking a deep breath, Liang Feng straightened up, smoothed the messy folds of his clothes, and also smoothed the frantic gaffe.

Yunlu lightly lifted, and he walked towards where he came from.