Fireworks in March, Suzhou and Hangzhou.

Ten thousand dragon boats were among the green silk, and they were carried to Su Yang and never returned.

Hangzhou, the end of the Grand Canal that runs across the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, flows through Hangzhou. Ships and boats shuttle through the busy blue waves, bringing the prosperous scenery of Suzhou and Hangzhou since ancient times.

In one of the boats, the inconspicuous young and old sat next to the table in the corner, looking at the busy and prosperous city outside the railings. In the spring of March, leaving Bianjing and heading south, and came to the south of the Yangtze River, which was infected by the bustling hustle and bustle of the Spring Equinox.

"The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me? Alas, Lao Jia, don't be sad. If you leave the gloomy Bianliang, you will come here, Hangzhou is not bad. Just think that you can live here for a year or two. Uncle Lanting is a good man and will not treat us badly in Hangzhou."

Old Jia, who felt that he could no longer drink Bianliang Huadiao wine, held the package with a sad face. He looked at the young master with a resentful expression of the wine that he could not drink Bianliang, and sighed.

Chen Zhongqing held one hand on the wooden railing, and looked up at the top to see the prosperous area of ​​Hangzhou City. Just like the one depicted in the Qingming Festival, the streets were shoulder to shoulder, and the shouts of hawking and shouting were constantly endless. One area of ​​land and water nourished the other people, and the prosperity nurtured by the Qiantang of Jinghang was more gentle and gentle.

Chen Zhongqing narrowed his eyes and let the warmth of spring in March gently caress his face. Willow catkins fluttered along the canal, making his nose itchy. He touched his nose and said, "It's windy."

When the wind blows, the wind comes from the river, which makes his clothes whirring, and there are birds like spring swallows rising and falling back and forth on the water surface. The tip of the scissors lightly taps across the water surface and leaves a ripple. The clouds above Hangzhou condense into a line, and the mottled light and shadows reflected by the rippling river surface. As the fisherman's boat slides, scene after scene slowly unfolds the landscape painting scenery.

The noisy sound attracted Chen Zhongqing's attention. He turned around and several scholars next door dressed in green shirts were talking loudly. The loud voice was enough to attract the attention of most people on the second floor. At first, he didn't care. It was understandable that the scholar who was not a little confused about it and wanted to show off his talent.

The most memorable sentence Chen Zhongqing remembered in his previous life was to stop people from pretending to be like killing their parents.

It was not until he heard of the coup in Bianliang that he attracted a little attention.

The city of Southern Jin is open-minded, and scholars will take the responsibility of inheriting their unique knowledge to create peace for all eternity. Even if Huang Diao Temple is in power, it will not hinder the indignation of scholars in Jiangnan.

"Originally, the emperor conspired with Prime Minister Li Dangxian and ambushed the sword and axe man in Zichen Hall. Just by a command, the eunuch Huang Diao Temple fell to the ground. Unexpectedly, someone reported it and gave it to the eunuch party through the air. As a result, he was plotted and implicated more than a thousand people were killed. The most unfortunate thing is that the reforms presided over by Prime Minister Li Dangxian were interrupted. Alas, the eunuch party is hateful!"

Another scribe with a slightly bloated figure disagreed. He moved his butt and the bench seemed to be shaking under his torture. He shook his head and said, "You can't say that. Fan Xiwen, who was later promoted to the stage by Huang Shiliang, also agreed with Lord Li's reform plan before. Perhaps he would continue to implement the reform. The seeds of scholars remained."

"Hmph, Fan Xiwen? He is just a slave to the eunuch, his backbone is not straight. Ahem, how can he reform?"

Chen Zhongqing stood up and moved his steps, walked to the three of them, bowed respectfully and greeted him, "Chen Zhongqing, coming from Bianliang, can you get together with you?"

They also paid attention to the young man sitting next to him along the way, but the other party ignored them and was too lazy to pull him over to join in the fun. Now Chen Zhongqing took the initiative to put down his figure and come over to ask for advice, and he still had to do enough etiquette.

The Gao Dazi, who was the first to angrily scold the eunuch, waved his hand and said with a smile, "It's okay, I'm in Deng Hanlin and Jiangdu."

The slightly obese scholar waved his hand and was obviously more generous than the other two, saying casually, "In the summer of Sun Ji."

Finally, the skinny sick man left a face and said politely, "I'm going down to Wei Hongshan."

Chen Zhongqing left the sleepy Lao Jia aside and started talking to the group of people, "From the accent, are all three of them fellow villagers?"

"Yes, we are all from Yangzhou."

Chen Zhongqing showed a sudden realization and asked, "I just heard the three of you talking about the things in the palace, and I couldn't help but be curious. Can you explain it in detail?"

"Some things are heard and have not been discussed in detail. I just heard that Huang Shiliang was arbitrary, which made the civil and military officials in the court dissatisfied. The emperor, who came to power, wanted to regain power, which led to such a fierce and bloody conflict. Huang Shiliang deserves to die. How could we, the Jin people, rule the court, let a eunuch hold it in our hands? Unfortunately, the emperor and the Qingliu Party, were severely injured after this coup, and it is probably difficult to recover."

Deng Hanlin criticized the most intensely about the affairs in the court. In front of the unstoppable scholars of Jiangnan, the blood of the court was already silent when they reached Jiangnan. The blood of the palace thousands of miles away was just a topic of conversation for the people in the city after dinner. No one of the many passionate scholars jointly wrote a letter to accuse him.

After leaving Li Dangxian, Fan Xiwen was replaced. The life of Jiangnan people was like this. Huang Shiliang also knew that these Confucian scholars could not make any waves, so he turned a deaf ear and let them scold him.

I didn't hear any high-profile arguments, they were all things that made people smart. Chen Zhongqing was a little excited, and the other two were not interested in the Shangyuan Festival coup. They were originally scholars in Hangzhou. In March, the flowers bloomed in Hangzhou and were thinking of taking a boat trip. The coup was just a topic that was raised occasionally.

Seeing that the other three were not interested in this topic, Deng Hanlin provoked another one and turned his head to Chen Zhongqing, "Brother Zhongqing, it's okay to call you "Brother Zhongqing?"

Chen Zhongqing lowered his head and fiddled with the porcelain cup in front of him. When he heard Deng Hanlin speak, he quickly raised his head, waved his hand with a smile, and said lightly, "Brother Deng is older than me, so it's okay."

Sun Ji asked eagerly, "What are the arrangements for you next?"

"I went to visit a friend of my father. I came to visit Hangzhou this time and needed his care."

"If time is not urgent, should we go to Lord Li Lanting's mansion with us?"

"Hmm?" Chen Zhongqing was stunned for a moment, with a strange expression.

Deng Hanlin mistakenly thought that Chen Zhongqing didn't understand what he was saying, and then explained, "That's right, Lord Li Lanting is the first-tier portal in Hangzhou and has a very high reputation. This person is very good at writing and writing, and likes to buy good words and sentences with a lot of money. In the second year of Xiangfu, the top scholar in the imperial examination once exchanged a song "He Xinlang" for 40 taels of silver to go to Beijing to take the exam. Forty taels of silver, we dare not think about it, but we thought about writing a few poems and exchanged for a few taels of silver to buy wine. Wouldn't it be nice?"

When Deng Hanlin said this, Sun Ji smiled a little unnaturally and picked up the wine glass to block his face. The sickly Wei Hongshan looked even more alert. Seeing this, Chen Zhongqing generally understood something, "Brother Deng is hard to refuse, but I am not talented and have never written poetry. I am afraid there is no verse that can be shown when I go to Lord Li's house."

“No obstacles.”

When Sun Ji heard Chen Zhongqing say that he was not talented and knowledgeable, he didn't know whether he was humble or telling the truth, he immediately added a sentence and said with a grin, "Why do you need Brother Zhongqing to take action? The three of us can be easily captured. Just watch the show on the side. Right, Hongshan?"

After saying that, he also winked at Wei Hongshan sitting opposite him.

"Ahem, yes, brother Zhongqing, the three of us are enough, it's enough. Don't need you, cough, take action, haha."

Wei Hongshan smiled a little reluctantly, and he and Sun Ji sang together, which seemed particularly cooperative, and first stopped Chen Zhongqing's idea of ​​speaking next.

Looking at Deng Hanlin's sincere face and the invitations of the other two smiling knives, Chen Zhongqing showed a harmless smile, "Okay, since all the three elder brothers said that, I naturally have to follow and gain some insight."

"Okay, hahahaha... Brother Chen, I just like someone who is so refreshing."

The hearty laughter returned to the second floor of the boat. Lao Jia was awakened in his sleep. He wiped the saliva left behind the corner of his mouth, turned around and forgot the four people next to him to see him, turned around and continued to sleep.
Chapter completed!