MTL - Ask Sword-Chapter 57 broken heart

  Chapter 57 Heartbreak

   After wandering around, I finally followed Yang Yu's suggestion to visit Pingkangfang.

   Li Ang followed behind the team, looked up at the carved beams and painted buildings in front of him, and smacked his lips.

   "Risheng, what are you thinking, hurry up and follow."

  Ji Linglang patted Li Ang on the shoulder and walked to the front.

  She was wearing Tsing Yi, wearing a scholar's head, and a man's attire of a refined scholar.

  The female students around her, including Chai Cuiqiao, all held folding fans, dressed in men's clothes, and walked arm in arm towards the entrance with great interest.

   "Here we come."

   Li Ang sighed and followed.

   "Pingkangfang is divided into North Qu, Zhongqu and Nanqu according to the area. This is the Lianhua Building of Zhongqu. It is also called the third floor with Zuifang Building and Linyue Building."

The host, Yang Yu, walked in the front of the team. He threw out a golden leaf and threw it to the young men who came to greet him. He smiled and explained to the scholars: "It was not fashionable to call Pingkangfang so-and-so building in the past. Therefore, the bustard probably knows it, that is, the surname of the famous actress, so-and-so's family.

  Because it is not allowed to build tall buildings that block the view in the north of the city, only courtyards can be built.

   Later, the school improved the construction technology, renovated Taiji Palace and Daming Palace, and raised the height of the palace, overlooking the whole Chang'an.

  The unspoken rule of prohibiting the construction of high-rise buildings in the north of the city was subtly abandoned.”

  Accompanied by Yang Yu's explanation, everyone stepped into the building, only to feel a gust of cool wind blowing towards them.

  In the building, there is a jade-built and carved lanai.

  The ground is covered with smooth and flat marble, and the six vermilion columns are carved with golden patterns. The beautiful and dazzling dodecagonal large chandelier hangs from the ceiling, which complements the lamps on the ground.

  There are more than 20 tables of various shapes in the building, and the guests toast and drink, but there is no noisy noise as imagined—all eyes are focused on the center of the hall.

  The ground at the center of the first floor was hollowed out to store water in a pool, which was injected with running water through pipes buried in the ground. There are green lotus leaves and ever-burning lanterns floating on the surface of the pool, and the lotus flowers are blooming, exuding a subtle fragrance.

   On the surface of the pool, there is a circular wooden platform. There are small wooden bridges on all sides of the platform, and on the soft floor in the middle of the platform sits a soft and beautiful woman in a skirt, playing the guqin with concentration.

  The sound of the piano is soft, the silk and bamboo are elegant,

   This scene conquered everyone almost instantly, and even Ji Linglang raised her brows in amazement—the luxury and exquisiteness of this pavilion can be called a magnificent structure, and it is more than enough to be used as a palace in other countries.

   And this is just one of the third floors of Chang'an Pingkang Square.

Although Ji Linglang lived in Chang'an for a while when she was a child, she had never been to Pingkang Fang. She scanned the whole building, and her gaze stayed on the yellow paper talismans that were pasted on the beams and columns and integrated with the decorative patterns. She said in amazement: "Cool Breeze Talisman?"

   "Exactly."

  Yang Yu patted his folding fan and said with a smile: "It's hot in summer and there are many mosquitoes. Pingkang Fang usually pastes talismans in the pavilions to call for a cool breeze to cool off the heat.

  But other places usually post Qingfeng Talismans. Only places like Lianhua Building and Zuifang Building can afford cool wind talismans, at least five of them are consumed every day, singing and singing all night, and lights all night. "

   "It's a luxury."

  Ji Linglang smacked her lips in surprise. The cool wind talisman can only be written by a talisman master who is a high-level rain-listening or cloud-watching talisman. The price of a piece is between 200 and 300 guan.

   "Well, but earn more."

  Yang Yu explained casually, "The opening fee for a table of guests will start at half, and when the lights are lit at night, the price will double."

   "No wonder it is a gold-selling cave"

  Song Shaoyuan's eyelids twitched. His family runs a restaurant. Just by looking at the number of customers present and the prices of the food and drinks on the table, he can roughly calculate the turnover and profit of the day.

   At least Wanguan.

   This kind of terrifying profit, I am afraid that only the top nobles can eat and occupy it.

  A group of students looked left and right, glanced at the magnificent pavilions, originally thought that Yunzhou was already prosperous enough, but only when they came to Chang'an did they know what luxury and prosperity are.

   "Master."

Chai Cuiqiao secretly pulled down Li Ang's sleeve, pointed to the lotus pond in the middle of the hall, and whispered in Li Ang's ear: "Do you think there will be money in that pond? It's just that after a performance, the surrounding guests Shout out and throw money in the pool or something."

  Listening to the little maid's question, Li Ang couldn't help rolling his eyes, and complained: "Have you watched too many monkey shows at temple fairs?

   What should I do if I still lose money, and throw it blindly on the forehead of a famous actress.

   There should be a servant walking around with a silver tray to ask for a reward. "

   "Master, isn't this still a monkey show?"

   "Then change the way to throw money. Hold a stack of flying money in one hand, hold the banknotes with the other hand and throw them forward, like this, 歘(chua) 歘歘."

  The two master and servant chatted indecently,

  Yang Yu was not surprised by the whispering performance of the students from other places, so he grabbed a young man and asked, "Do you know where you are?"

   The boy said: "You are Yang Qilang? You all know that you are here, do you need me to help you hold the banquet?"

   "Yes. Chinese banquet."

  Yang Yu led the crowd familiarly, along the left side of the hall, towards the backyard.

  The noise suddenly decreased,

  The backyard of Lianhua Building is a courtyard house with several entrances and exits. The hall is spacious and quiet, elegant and simple, with flowers and plants planted, and a strange stone basin pool, which contrasts sharply with the magnificent front yard.

  Yang Yu led the crowd into the room, sat down at the table one by one, the servants with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes brought all kinds of wine and food, and the band sitting behind the light gauze curtain began to play music.

In anticipation, only to hear the jingle of rings, a woman in a pink skirt, surrounded by maidservants, walked out of the corridor slowly, and saluted everyone dignifiedly and charmingly, "You Qiao have met you, son .”

   "This is You Duzhi."

  Yang Yu said with a smile: "Today she will be the law recorder, and the Gong recorder"

"Let me do it."

  Song Shaoyuan raised his hands in a strange way, he and the infinitely charming You Duzhi looked at each other, and quickly took a sip of wine to cover up the slight redness on his face.

  Although Pingkangfang is a romantic place, pure romanticism is only a small part of it.

  More banquets and receptions for officials and scholars.

  Yang Yu’s Lülushi and Gonglushi mentioned belong to a game called Xingjiuling.

  The law recorder is the judge. He sat down at the table and began to "proclaim the order", which is the rule of today's wine order-self-reliant scholars often follow the "law order", that is, write poems.

  Or impromptu poems, or poems referring to objects, or poems according to the calendar, seasons, or poems with puns on scenery, one sentence per person, if you can’t continue or the poems are not good,

   You have to drink a glass of wine as required by the law judge.

  For example, the first person said "the autumn moon is round like a mirror", the second person said "the autumn wind is as sharp as a knife", the third person said "the autumn wind is light and fluffy", and the fourth person said "the autumn grass is as thin as hair".

  Difficulties of different laws and regulations vary greatly. This kind of "propositional couplets chanting autumn things" is considered the simplest, and literati with a little level bother to practice this kind of drinking order.

  The most difficult drinking order requires that every sentence must be quoted from the classics, strictly rhymed in antithesis, and closely related to the personnel present here.

  This requires well-known actors who are judges of laws and regulations to have extremely high talent and emotional intelligence, and can instantly judge whether each sentence conforms to the rules and whether they should be punished with alcohol.

   To a certain extent, it can be called a well-known famous actor, whose talent and learning have surpassed 99% of the scholars, and there is no problem even if they take the imperial examination.

   "Speaking of the drinking order, there was an interesting incident in Yuchu two hundred years ago. At that time, Su Zi was still a playful young man who was unrestrained. An old man saw that he was not used to it, so he confronted him about the drinking order at the banquet.

  The old man laughed at Su Zi, "Chang'an is frivolous, and the white horse is golden",

  The two poems quote the original sentences from Jia Zhi's "Two Spring Thoughts" and Han Shan's "Three Hundred and Three Poems".

  The young Su Zi responded that "yesterday he was a beautiful boy, today he is an old and ugly man", which is also an excerpt from "Three Hundred and Three Poems" and Liu Xiyi's "Dai Bei Pulsatilla".

  The angry old man blew his beard and stared, while Su Zi kept drinking and composing poems, fighting wine with hundreds of poems, scolding the old man and everyone who helped the old man at the banquet without swearing, and became famous overnight.

  The old man was the head of the school, and because of this incident, Su Zi was specially recruited into the school, and it became a good story.”

  Yang Yu smiled and told interesting stories about the wine order,

  Li Ang, who knew that he was not talented in poetry and singing, sat consciously at the back of the banquet, happily eating small dishes with Chai Cuiqiao, and silently complained: "Emotional Su Zi is still a violent gangster rapper?

   AKA Suzi? "

   Li Ang raised his head, just in time to see Song Shaoyuan, who was serving as a Gong recorder (assisting the referee in pouring wine), was blushing and slowly sat beside You Duzhi.

   Li Ang narrowed his eyes slightly,

  Brother Song is tempted?

   Tut.

   Li Ang lowered his head, unexpectedly, Song Shaoyuan usually looks honest, honest, and gentle, but he likes this charming type.

  People should not be judged by their appearance.

   Having said that, Master Gaku Miyayama seems to have the right to recruit students without passing the exam?

   Li Ang took a sip of the aromatic fruit wine, thinking casually.

  ——

   "Ahem!"

  North of Chang'an City, Longshouyuan, Daming Palace, Imperial Garden.

  The tall, white-haired old man stopped, covered his mouth and coughed.

   "The mountain is long!"

  Several eunuchs beside the old man who were holding lanterns to greet him fell to their knees in an instant, their hands trembling with fear, and they kept silent like cicadas.

  The leading **** with a white face and no beard in yellow clothes held a lantern and asked with trembling lips, "You, what's wrong with you?"

   "It's okay, I just caught a cold."

  The old man slowly tightened the white fox fur on his body, and said lightly: "Don't worry, let's go."

"yes."

The **** in yellow barely calmed down, led the way, and forcibly held back the convulsions of his calves—at the moment the old man coughed, the **** felt great fear, even though he was a junior supervisor of the Ministry of Internal Affairs on the fourth rank and the emperor's personal servant .

  Lian Xuanxiao, Xuegong Shanzhang, the most important pillar of Yu State, a monk who has stepped into the Zhuxiao Realm thirty years ago, coughed.

  The monk comprehends the ultimate principle of heaven and earth, the sea of ​​​​qi circulates and recurs, and rarely gets sick. But once you get sick, it means something serious is wrong.

  Haotian Temple, Southern Zhou Dynasty, Xijing, Nanzhao. Even Turks who have been dormant for a long time,

  All countries and forces in the world will move because of this cough,

   set off a stormy sea.

  The **** in yellow led the way silently, came to the courtyard and stood still, watching the old man enter the courtyard led by the Jinwu Guard soldiers.

When the back of the old man disappeared, the servant in yellow turned around, his eyes were like knives, he gouged out all the trembling eunuchs, and said coldly: "No one is allowed to tell what happened today. Those who are good at spreading the word, die."

  ——

  In the room in the courtyard, a gentle woman dressed in a phoenix crown and phoenix suit, graceful and luxurious but could not hide the haggard eyes, stood up and said softly, "You are here, Master Shan."

  In the Daming Palace, there is only one person who can wear the phoenix crown and phoenix suit, Empress Xue.

  The middle-aged man in black uniform sitting sideways on the bed next to her, with his mouth slightly pursed, calm and arrogant, is naturally the Emperor of Yu Kingdom.

  The ruler of the largest empire in the world, the empress of Yu Kingdom whose every word and deed can affect the fate of hundreds of millions of people.

   But right now, they're just an anxious couple.

   "I have seen Your Majesty and Queen."

  The old man nodded casually, and didn't even salute—it was the head of the mountain's right not to salute when he saw the king, not to mention that the emperor himself was a student he watched growing up.

   "Chairman Shan, come and have a look, Le Ling, she has a heart attack again."

  The emperor let out a long sigh, and looked sadly at the pale **** the bed.

  Li Leling, the eldest daughter of the Emperor and Empress Xue, was born beautiful, beautiful, elegant and good at painting and poetry, and was most favored by the Emperor and Empress. The only thing is that he was born with a heart disease and couldn't stand and run for a long time.

The old man walked forward silently, put his finger on the girl's wrist to check the pulse, opened his eyes after a while, took out a piece of yellow paper from his arms, used his finger as a pen, wrote down the talisman on the paper, and gently pasted the talisman on the **** the wrist,

   Then she stood up, took half a step back, and whispered to the empress: "The princess was born with a heart defect, and the heart disease gradually worsened with the circulation of blood. Compared with the last time, it was a little more serious.

  I used the tortoise breath talisman to slow down the princess's heartbeat and heart disease. From now on, once every three months, His Majesty will have people learn from the tortoise breath talisman written by the palace leader.

  However, it's still the same. It's a palliative, not a permanent cure. "

  The head of the mountain is the most powerful practitioner in Yu country, and what he said is almost equivalent to the golden rule.

Empress Xue's complexion was pale, and she swayed for a while. She barely supported the bedpost to stand firm. Medicine, so many prescriptions, none of them are useful.”

  Empress Xue disregarded her manners, gritted her teeth and cursed in a low voice, even though she knew it was useless—congenital heart disease, hard to cure,

  In fact, the fact that Li Leling can live up to now is entirely due to the empress and empress searching for rare medicinal herbs at all costs, and forcibly extending the princess's life to the present.

   "Okay, stop talking."

  The emperor waved his hands wearily, and said in a low voice: "Shan Zhang, is there no other way?

  For example, heterogeneous.”

  The old man suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes met the calm and firm eyes of the emperor.

   "There are many kinds of heterogeneous species in the world, strange and unpredictable.

  And when two or three different species meet, there will be unpredictable and weird reactions.

  The Tianji building in the imperial palace does not have any kind that can heal Le Ling's congenital heart disease.

  The Dongjun Building in the Xuegong Palace, and the Wanhua Pavilion in the Haotian Temple, maybe there is a way.”

  The emperor whispered,

  The Jinwu guards guarding outside the house were all silent, wishing to plug their ears.

  Aliens are the common enemy of all living people under the rule of Haotian. The Academy and the Zhenfu Division can contain and study aliens, and even use aliens as weapons.

  But using heterogeneous to treat diseases, even transplanting heterogeneous.

  That is almost a demonic act, which is not tolerated by Haotian.

  The empress of a country talked about these contents in the hut, and spread it out, I don’t know how terrible shock it will cause in the world.

   "Niang, Aye, don't."

  After putting on the tortoise's breathing amulet, Li Leling's complexion improved a bit, and he sat up reluctantly, holding back the parents who wanted to continue, "Don't"

well.

  The old man sighed softly, and lowered his eyes again, "Your Majesty, let the princess come to the school to enroll in the school this year. The princess has also reached her age, and she will be clean and cultivated in the school, warming the sea of ​​energy, maybe her heart disease can be cured without treatment.

  As for the matter of Dongjun Tower, I will think of a way. "

   "Then there will be Mr. Laoshan."

  The emperor breathed a sigh of relief, and together with the empress sent the old man away.

  The full moon hung high, and the old man, accompanied by eunuchs in yellow, quietly walked out of the Forbidden Garden, boarded a carriage, and drove out of the imperial city.

  Gululu—

  The wheels of the carriage crushed the slate ground of Chang'an at night. As the deep palace moved away, the noise of the downtown gradually approached.

   "Heart disease."

  The old man seemed to remember something, raised his head slightly, his eyes seemed to penetrate the roof of the carriage, looking at the vast and vast Milky Way, and muttered to himself, "My heart is broken, can I still live?"

   "vomit—"

   Li Ang, who drank too much fruit wine, stood by the side of the road, spitting acid water under Chai Cuiqiao's back pat.

   Unexpectedly, Chang'an's fruit wine still has some strength.

Li Ang, who was drunk, didn't notice the carriage that drifted away and disappeared at the corner of the street. He stood still for a while, hiccupped, and murmured softly like a dream: "My heart is broken, just make it up." up.

  Extracorporeal cross circulation technology, do you understand, hiccup, understand."

  (end of this chapter)