Yang Qi quickly ordered Yang Kuan to send 300 yuan to Kong Sheng's residence, and pretended to tell Kong Sheng that he could live in the Kong family's ancestral house for the time being, and it would not be too late to find a place to move out in the future.
The Yang family is actually not afraid of Kong Sheng's remorse, in Jiangnan and Jiangning County, no one dares to openly play sloppy with Yang Qi, if Kong Sheng dares not to appear at the Wangjianglou poetry meeting tomorrow and take the initiative to "publish" his divorce letter in strict accordance with Yang Qi's arrangement, the consequences will be unimaginable.
Then it's not a matter of the money being taken back by the Yang family.
Kong Sheng got the money and accepted it silently, and sent a receipt to the family sent by Yang Kuan, and handed over the house deed and the house sale document signed by the individual to the person who came to take it back.
Immediately afterwards, Kong Sheng went out to the restaurant, ate and drank, and did not return to the ancestral house of the Kong family when he was finished, so he found a medium-sized inn named Shunsheng in the city and rented a room with a quiet environment to live in.
As soon as Kong Sheng moved in, a Taoist with a fairy wind and a handsome Taoist also lived in the inn.
From opening the room to moving in and entering the room, Daotong has been babbling and not knowing what to say, and his face is a little unsightly, but the Taoist is smiling, giving people the feeling that it is like a spring breeze, and he is very kind to others.
Entering the room, the Taoist figure flashed, and he sat down cross-legged and began to close his eyes and recuperate.
Dao Tong still muttered to himself: "Lord, is it worth wasting time to delay the trip on this kind of prodigal scoundrel?"
The Taoist closed his eyes and was silent.
Dao Tong stomped his feet and said: "Lord, I have inquired, this little guy has just been expelled from the Yang family, you can tell me, it was only one night, and the ancestral house was sold, this kind of unscrupulous descendants, shameless scum" The Taoist slowly opened his eyes, and the brilliance in his eyes was full of brilliance: "Atai, the so-called hearing is false and seeing is believing, poor Dao believes that this little guy is neither as unbearable as you heard, nor as simple as you imagined, you can rest in peace, tomorrow after the dust settles on the poetry meeting of Wangjianglou, there will be results." ” Daotong Atai was about to say a few words, but he heard the sound of the flute suddenly coming from next door.
The sound of the flute was melodious and melodious, and the frustration was like a cry, and Atai's mind was immediately grasped by the vast and simple but full of inexplicable emotional music, and he listened attentively, and the contempt for the prodigal Kong Sheng in his heart had long since disappeared. ay The sound of the flute stopped abruptly with a sigh, but there was a faint low magnetic chant: Whose dreams go to the sky Cold Moon Border Pass The wolf smoke walked the shepherd's flute The desert wasteland is nowhere to be seen Whose love makes the world Music in all directions Whose dream is the country Take stock of the warm and cold The sun and the moon sing the drums of heaven and earth Break the wind and rain grievances Whose love is not over Ancient and modern The singing is long-term, and the lyrics are even more novel, which is very different from the popular vocals of the moment.
Atai sighed: "Lord, I don't know who has such a Yaxing, first flute and then song, the lyrics are quite wonderful, and the artistic conception is far-reaching."
The Taoist smiled lightly, and the brilliance in his eyes was even greater: "Atai, if Poor Dao didn't guess wrong, it must be Kong Sheng, a wandering little guy who lives next door."
The melody of the flute and the lofty lyrics of this song alone prove that he is not an ordinary scoundrel.
Atai, you go out and have a look. ” Atai was stunned, but he still pushed the door out according to his words, next door was Kong Sheng's room, at this moment, his door was slightly open, Atai walked over quietly, and saw Kong Sheng, who was only wearing a small shirt, holding a tube of gold silk Dong Xiao in his hand, and was sitting on the collapse stupidly.
Atai glanced at it and was about to leave, but he saw Kong Sheng bring Xiao Kou to his mouth again, and the deep and long and penetrating sound of the flute reverberated again, but this time, there was a little less poignant, and more of a very fierce killing law, the rhythm was impassioned, like a golden iron horse crisscrossing the field, and like a lonely knight taking the enemy's head among thousands of people, it echoed in the night sky for a long time, and Ah Tai, who was leaning on the railing of the corridor, was shaken and secretly awe-inspiring.
Ah Tai stared deeply at Kong Sheng and slowly left.
Ah Tai silently returned to the room, the Taoist had already gotten up from the couch, he stood in front of the window with his head held high, and the light in his eyes was faint.
"Atay, how" "Lord, the person who is giving the next door is Kong Sheng" Atai frowned slightly, not knowing what to say.
Kong Sheng's flute music is quite skilled, as a person who is also proficient in music rhythm, Atai can hear a certain mood and talent contained in it, which should not be what a scoundrel wanderer can do.
The sound of the flute just now was desolate and tactful, as if it was self-pity, and it seemed to convey a certain ambition and state of mind; And at this moment, the sound of the flute is full of killing Atai, it seems that tomorrow's Wangjianglou poetry meeting, there must be a little bit to see, you wait and see" The Taoist waved his robe sleeves: "Rest." ” The sound of the flute next door gradually stopped.
This tube of hole flute wrapped with gold silk and jade thread was accidentally discovered by Kong Sheng when he passed by a musical instrument store, and he bought it at a high price of 300 wen and brought it back to the inn at a moment's notice.
But he didn't want to attract the attention of Taoist masters and apprentices, which became an important opportunity for Kong Sheng's fate to turn around.
Speechless all night.
When the dawn of dawn appeared, and the sound of peddlers' pawns walking busily came from the street outside the inn, Kong Sheng calmly got up and washed, changed into a brand new set of cyan round-necked robes he had purchased yesterday, held a hole flute, and went out refreshed.
The Taoist master and apprentice stood in front of the Gangan and stared at Kong Sheng's elegant walking back, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Atai, go to Wangjiang Tower with the poor road." ” At this time, the Wangjiang Tower is located on the Lion Mountain outside the city, facing the Yangtze River, more than ten zhang high, a total of two layers, the next layer of square cornices, the upper layer of octagonal points, Zhu Zhu Bitile, the top of the treasure gild.
The pavilion corridor is spacious, with four columns on each side, and the roof is covered with green glazed tiles, warped cornices, carved beams and painting cabinets, and the gold items are dazzling.
Since the end of the Sui Dynasty, Wangjiang Tower has been an excellent place for literati and ink writers in the south of the Yangtze River to sing nostalgically, and in the past two years, it has become famous because of the poetry meeting presided over by Yang Xueruo, the daughter of Yang Qi.
With Yang Qi's powerful position in Jiangnan, the poetry meeting personally convened and organized by Yang Qi's daughter naturally received enthusiastic responses from literati and celebrities from all walks of life; At the same time, Yang Xue Ruohua's appearance and talent are unparalleled, and the Yang family faintly released the rumor of the poetry club competing for the championship and choosing a son-in-law, which attracted young students to flock to it.
As for Kong Sheng, the quasi-son-in-law of the Yang family, who is in name only, everyone chose to ignore it.
That is, to promote the name of the poem, and to get the beauty, why not The sunrise river is red like fire, and the river water is green and blue in summer.
In the early morning, there were literati who came to participate in the meeting one after another at the foot of the Lion Rock, and some even stayed at the bottom of the mountain last night, and climbed the mountain early in the morning and waited anxiously outside the Wangjiang Tower.
On the official road at the foot of the mountain, there is an endless stream of gorgeous sedan chairs, tall horses gallop by, and many vendors selling food stationery, pen and ink are also in a hurry.
Compared with the go-to-ride, there are more people coming this year, but the Wangjiang Tower can accommodate up to 100 people.
In addition to the local bureaucrats and celebrities, only fifty or sixty young scholars with Yang Xueruo's autographed invitations were able to enter the poetry meeting in person, from various prefectures and counties in the south of the Yangtze River.
But despite this, there are still more and more young students gathered outside Wangjiang Tower, trying to catch a glimpse of the peerless demeanor of the talented girl Yang Xueruo.
Of course, there are many careerists who hope to climb the dragon and the phoenix and climb the high branches.
The end of the hour.
The crowd outside Wangjiang Tower was agitated, and the voices of people were full of jubilation.
The two soft sedan chairs climbed up the mountain road without hurry, and went straight to the pavilion halfway up the mountain.
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