Royal Road

At the foot of the green hills, beside the green lake, two gentlemen from Eguanbo sat opposite each other in the pavilions. One person has a stern face and a graceful manner, sitting in front of the jade case, stroking the phoenix-tailed piano on the stage. The other person is quite tall, but has a docile and amiable appearance, holding the tail in one hand, tapping his palm lightly in accordance with the rhythm, and looks intoxicated.

The wind is habitual, the sun is warm, and the mellow string sound attracts the birds with clever tongues, who tweeted outside the pavilion, and it also made the piano sound melodious and not scattered around the beams. Such a three-folded song, the sound of the song went from anxious to a slow, gradually inaudible. When the last sound of the piano also disappeared, the man who closed his eyes and listened gently patted his palm: "A good song "Yangchun". It can attract a hundred birds to contend."

The Fuqin man shook his head and sighed: "It's not as good as Uncle Ji Ye Yuan. It's sigh that "Guangling San" finally became a hit."

When Ji Kang drew his neck to death, he once played a piece of "Guangling San", which attracted three thousand students to petition at the same time, and countless generous people were willing to die for him. Although "Guangling" piano scores exist, no one can compare with that peerless genius.

If other people talked about Ji Shuye and "Guangling San" so grandiosely in the Jinyang Prince's Mansion, they would probably attract criticism. Not to mention that Ji Kang's death was written by Emperor Wen. There are many rumors in the world. This matter has nothing to do with the then Sili Xiaowei Zhonghui. The deceased wife of Wang Hun was Zhong Hui's granddaughter Zhong Yan. Such embarrassing past, of course, no one will mention it.

However, this person is the son of Wang Hun. Therefore, this emotion sounded not only impolite, but also a bit of a loss of understanding, and it seemed that the person who spoke was pure and unrestrained.

The tall man smiled slightly: "Mao Shen's words are wrong. Uncle Ji gave "Guangling San" when he met the immortal at night. This kind of fairy music should also be free for him to return to the fairy family. This is a drink and a peck. Retribution. Why do you need to be melancholy about this?"

These remarks borrowed the sayings of Zhiguai, but also in line with Buddhism, causing Wang Wen to show some smiles on his face: "What An Qi said is quite true."

The tall man in front of him is Du Chengdu Anqi, born in Jingzhao Duling. Although his family is not as good as Wang Wen, Wang Wen's favor is also due to his preference for musical temperament.

Seeing that Wang Wen no longer has any worries on his face, Du Cheng gently shook his tail: "It is the joy of life to get rid of the mundane affairs and enjoy the scenery. It is a pity that I have to go to Luoyang for a while. Maoshen can Want to go together?"

Du Cheng has just received the requisition order from Changsha Wang Sima Yi, Luoyang is now temporarily settled down, and Sima Yi presides over the government. It stands to reason that this is a pretty good invitation, but the kings have been fighting for a long time. Who can guess whose authority will fall? Standing in the team at this moment is really not a smart way. It is a pity that the Du family is weak and the nobles have a life. It would be wrong not to go there. That's why he ran to Jinyang and invited Wang Wen to go with him, with great prestige.

Wang Wen didn't think so much. The smile on his face became lighter, and he sighed: "The selection of officials is over. I'm afraid I will have to go to Beijing in some time. It is a pity that the talents in Bingzhou are dying. A vulgar thing. The only thing available, but he refuses to participate in the evaluation."

Du Chengqi said: "Refusing to participate in the evaluation? When did these characters appear again?"

Looking at his friends with great interest, Wang Wen naturally stopped selling things off, and talked about the things about the Weishan Gathering. Hearing that someone could meet such a miraculous thing as a **** and Buddha entering a dream, even Du Cheng couldn't help but marvel: "There are other strange things? Did Liang Zixi reply to you?"

"I haven't received it yet. I'm afraid Jiang Weng will not be able to heal, and I will lose my talent..."

Just as he was talking, a beautiful maid came up and said softly: "Langjun, someone from Tongdanjiang Mansion is asking for a meeting."

Wang Wen patted the case lightly: "Ha! It just happened to be here. Please, please, please!"

After a while, a young man followed behind the servant and walked in. The man had a plain face and medium stature, and his jumpsuit was so plain that he had no special features at all. Seeing Wang Wen sitting in the upper seat, he immediately bowed and saluted: "Little man Jiang Da, I have seen Zhongzheng."

"Free gift. Are you Jiang Weng's nephew?" Wang Wen asked.

Jiang Da replied: "Exactly. Grandfather had already been to Liang's Mansion the day before and gave Liang Langjun a diagnosis. Liang Langjun is in a serious condition, and it is estimated that it will take a year or a half to recover after recuperation. This is written by Liang Langjun. Letters from Zhongzheng."

With that said, he respectfully handed a letter up.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Da also brought the letter written by Liang Feng, Wang Wen immediately raised his interest, took the letter from the handmaid, and looked intently. At this moment, he was shocked: "What a handsome character!"

I saw a few paragraphs written on plain letter paper, dense and dense. The content is second. This handwriting is definitely not the style of writing that Wang Wen has ever seen. He was born as a direct descendant of the Wang family in Taiyuan. He has been intensively studying calligraphy since he was a child, and he has seen countless famous calligraphers. However, none of them, like the words on this letter, have a handsome skeleton and a graceful atmosphere. When I look closely, I feel that there is a sense of beauty and beauty in the writing, which is simply amazing.

It was the first time that Du Cheng heard Wang Wen praise others' pen and ink like this. He couldn't help but became curious and shouted, "Look with me!"

At this time, Wang Wen didn't have the time to pay attention to him. After reading it fascinatedly, he only noticed the content of the letter. These are the last two grades of the Diamond Sutra. The Buddha's answer to the Diamond Sutra lies in the principle that all the world is "response to the untrue", such as dream bubbles, dew and lightning. Only by letting go of these can enlightenment and accomplishment. All beings explain and seek good results.

At this moment, the Hinayana scriptures are mainly introduced to the Buddhism of China. Pay attention to self-sacrifice and pursue comprehension. Rarely, it is necessary to speak to others in order to obtain merit. However, this scripture is elegant and long-lasting, and the words are jewels. It is by no means a man of a weak crown can make up. It's just that these two short products are endlessly memorable. If you are lucky enough to be able to read the full text?

For a time, even Wang Wen couldn't help but feel turbulent.

Seeing the change on his friend's face, Du Cheng finally couldn't hold it back, and leaned over to take a look. With just a glance, he understood the reason for Wang Wen's failure. Although the pen strength of this character is weak, but the pen is strong, rigorous, thin and rugged, and excellent in character. With the graceful and dignified attitude of Han Li, and the delicate and charming attitude of Zhong Shu, given time, it will definitely become a family!

"Good word! Is it like him?" Du Cheng blurted out.

"Just like him!" Wang Wen replied. Just by looking at this word, you can think of the perfect demeanor of the sickly willow lonely pine beside the water-recovering pavilion that day. Words are just as they are!

Wang Wen is from the Jinyang Wang clan, and he is a celebrity, and his ability to know people is naturally outstanding. It would not be a mundane person who could make him so amazed. The shock in his heart calmed down a little bit, Du Cheng only then carefully read the letter in the letter, and only a few words, but he couldn't help but praised the case: "What a saying,'You should behave like this'!"

Seeing that his friend was also moved by this sentence, Wang Wen asked: "Have Anqi ever seen such a scripture?"

"Never."

"Is this the ultimate truth of Buddhism?"

"When the clouds see the sun, Mao Sai suddenly opened!"

"I don't know what the rest of the scriptures will look like!"

At this moment, the matter of gods and Buddhas dreaming is no longer doubtful. If it weren't given by God, who could pass down such a scripture?

The two looked at the two pages again, completely forgetting the others. After half an hour, Wang Wen suddenly thought of Jiang Da, and immediately raised his head and asked: "Jiang Weng said, can Liang Zixi's illness be cured?"

"It needs to be recuperated slowly." After hesitating for a while, Jiang Da added: "I don't know whether to say this, but according to the family ancestors, Liang Langjun is not only suffering from loose energy, but also has symptoms of poisoning. Arsenic!"

"What?!" Wang Wen exclaimed, "Someone poisoned?"

"Xu is so." Since Liang Feng would tell his grandfather about the arsenic, I am afraid he would also point it out, and Jiang Da naturally wanted to convey it to Wang Wen.

"Then Li Lang is so vicious!" Wang Wen's mind didn't turn slowly, and he immediately remembered the scene by the water-recovering pavilion that day. It seems that it is still too cheap for them to just drive the Li family out of Yaji!

Could it be that there was some upset in my heart, but there was no basis for it, even he couldn't handle Li Mansion. Wang Wen sighed lightly and exhorted: "If this is the case, I will send someone to Liang Mansion to take care of Zixi. As soon as I go to the doctor, I can get the gold medicinal materials from my mansion."

Jiang Da did not directly agree, but said: "Even without the order of Zhongzheng, my family ancestor and I will try our best to rescue Liang Langjun."

Unexpectedly, the grandson of a medical officer would say such a sentence almost contradictory, Wang Wen was taken aback for a moment: "Why is this?"

"Liang Langjun said that in his dream, he met the Buddha's enlightenment and pointed out that the typhoid fever was caused by the'epidemic.' After returning from Liang's mansion, the family's ancestor told me about it. I think it may be true. The matter." Jiang Da replied calmly. He studied medicine since he was a child, not only inherited the mantle of his grandfather, but also studied the book "Treatise on Febrile Diseases". Hearing what Liang Feng said about the epidemic, he immediately became interested, and it was precisely because of this that the doctor Jiang sent him to the palace to deliver the letter.

These words immediately made Wang Wen stand up: "The Buddha instructed him to cure typhoid fever?"

"No, it's just the source. But my ancestor mastered Wang Linggong and learned the first subject of typhoid fever. As long as I find the source of the disease, I might not be able to come up with a solution." Jiang Da said something with a certain arrogance.

However, Wang Wen can no longer care about so much. Typhoid fever is a symptom, even if it is a high-level family member, it suffers from it. At that time, people only had a life span of 40 to 50 years, and opening their eyes every day could be the last day. It is precisely because of this that the drinking service has become a favorite of scholars. If someone can cure this terrible disease, it is definitely a great merit.

Du Cheng was also a little silly, and muttered, "Could this be the true meaning of the gods and Buddhas in their dreams?"

Wang Wen gave a shock. Yup! When gods and Buddhas enter their dreams, how can they only leave the next volume of scripture? I am afraid that the "epidemic" is his true intention to save the world. This Liang Feng Liang Zixi is more important than he thought!

"You don't want to spread this matter first!" Wang Wen made a decisive decision and ordered, "All the expenses, Jiang Mansion don't have to worry about searching for the epidemic. If the source of typhoid fever is really found, I will report it to the court. I'll add officials to you!"

This is what Jiang Da wants to hear. Coming from a family of medical officers, no one knows the terrifying aspects of typhoid fever better than him. If he and his son were to conquer this vicious disease, I am afraid they would be as famous as Zhang Changsha. Even if the old man is serious, Jiang Da's face is a little excited at this moment, and he nodded vigorously and said: "Do your best!"

"Okay!" Wang Wen was excited and turned around the case again, "Bai Lu, you take Jiang Da to get one hundred thousand dollars, if you need any rare medicine, you can get it from the library."

The maid beside Wang Wen immediately bowed to answer. Jiang Da seems to still want to refuse, Wang Wen already waved his sleeves: "Hurry up and go! If there is progress, report me quickly!"

This is already fully supported. Jiang Dashen saluted again, got up and said goodbye.

Du Cheng looked at his friend's indifferent appearance, and couldn't help sighing: "It's a rare opportunity for Maoshen to go to Luoyang?"

Wang Wen hesitated and replied, "I'm afraid I can't accompany An Qi."

Instead of going to the capital, it's better to stay in Jinyang and wait for news of the epidemic. Regardless of whether it is the king of Changsha or the king of Chengdu, he has no good impressions, so why bother to be so diligent in the affairs of the king? As for the title of Liang's mansion, it is better to edit a book to inform brother Cong that he will be transferred from brother Cong... Alas, it is too much to get rid of trivial matters for a day.

Wang Wen sighed and picked up the letter again: "An Qi, let's comment on this witty remark."

The author has something to say: The death of Ji Kang is essentially Sima Zhao’s pot, but it might not be appropriate to discuss the first emperor in the Jin Dynasty, so it is not surprising that Zhong Huijin slanders. It is precisely because of political pressure that literati seldom talk about current affairs, and talk about it has become a trend.