Yin Dun ordered people to pack up the "Farewell Fu" written by Yang Anxuan. The onlookers were jealous. This "Farewell Fu" was enough to be passed down to the world, but the Yin family was the proprietor and could not compete with it.
Gao Guang said with a smile: "Brother Yin, An Xuan's "Farewell" is fresh and fluent, full of poetry and painting. You can copy it once."
Echoes arose. Yin Dun smiled and said: "Of course. However, you should eat first, otherwise the food and wine will be cold."
Someone in the village rescued Chen Si, but Chen Si could not keep any face anymore and left quietly in despair.
At the banquet, Yang Anxuan became the target of everyone's toast, especially those who had signed the bet, fearing that Yang Anxuan would hold grudges, they poured out compliments like water.
It was hard to reject the warm hospitality, and Yang Anxuan soon became drunk and hazy.
Yin Dun smiled and came to the rescue: "An Xuan is drunk, so Yu took him to the guest room to rest."
The orderer helped Yang Anxuan to the guest room. After the servants retreated, Yang Anxuan sat up from the couch and said with a smile: "These people are really too much to bear."
Yin Dun knew Yang Anxuan's drinking capacity, so he poured a cup of strong tea and said, "Anxuan, don't pretend to be drunk. Have a cup of tea to sober up."
The tea is produced in Yinjiazhuang. The tea making process is to grind the tea into fine powder and add oil and paste to make a tea ball. When drinking, mash it and add spices to boil it.
Yang Anxuan tasted the tea slowly, experiencing the taste of tea in different time and space.
"An Xuan, you are considered to be of the upper or middle grade. What are your plans for the future?" Yin Dun asked, turning the celadon teacup in his hand.
Yang Anxuan shook his head and said: "I haven't thought about it. Let's wait until the court decides on the grade."
Yin Dun put down the teacup, stared into Yang Anxuan's eyes and said: "Anxuan, find a way to go to Jiankang. You are not a thing in the pool. Xinye County is too small to accommodate you. Only Jiankang, the imperial capital, the place where the world meets, can This is the place where you can express your ambitions."
Yang Anxuan was silent. After seeing Hou Yan's powerful troops, he felt that the gap was too big. It was a joke to rely on the 400 Anxuan troops to fight against Hou Yan's soldiers and horses. Only tens of thousands of troops like the Beifu army could be fought. Only soldiers and horses have the capital to compete for supremacy in the world.
If you want to do this, you must hold great power, at least you must be the governor of the state.
Thinking of the great changes that would take place in a few years, Yang Anxuan became anxious. Time was running out, and he might really have to go to the capital to look for opportunities as Yin Dun said.
Yang Qiu's voice came from outside the door, "Third brother, are you in the house? Are you drunk?"
A little head poked out and looked into the house.
Yin Dun and Yang Anxuan stood up. Yang Anxuan greeted each other with his hands and said, "Qiu'er, why are you here?"
Yang Qiu walked to his brother's side with a smile, turned around and said to the door: "Sister Yin, didn't you say you want a gift in return? Come in quickly."
Yin Huizhen walked into the room with a blushing face and looked at Yin Dun and Yang Anxuan with happiness.
Yin Dun frowned slightly, which was inconsistent with the etiquette, but when he saw the girl's slightly haggard face, his heart hurt, and he sighed secretly.
He had some idea of his little sister's feelings. Every time he talked about Yang Anxuan in front of her, Zhenmei's eyes would always shine and her lips would smile.
If there hadn't been a plan six years ago, the girl would have married An Xuan, and the two would have been a match made in heaven. It's a pity that fate has played a role in making people sigh.
Yin Huizhen took the flute from the maid beside her and said softly: "Mr. Yang, you like the jigsaw puzzle slave sent by sister Qiu'er very much. Huizhen is going to travel far to build a healthy life soon, so I specially gave you the flute."
As he spoke, his eyes were moist and tears fell like beads.
Yang Anxuan was deeply moved. It was the hardest thing to live up to the kindness of a beauty. Although he felt more pity for Yin Huizhen, he was moved by this affection.
Reaching out to take the flute, Yang Anxuan bowed his hands solemnly and said, "Young lady of the Yin family, my servant will definitely take good care of this flute."
Seeing the deep reluctance in the girl's eyes, Yin Dun sighed softly: "An Xuan mentioned to Yu several times that Zhen'er, your flute is so clear and ethereal, you might as well play a song here to say goodbye."
The sound of Qingyue's flute is as cheerful as the clear spring in the mountains, like spring flowers blooming in the wind, orioles singing willows, and drizzle and breeze...
The sound of the flute turns violent, accompanied by sudden rain and strong wind, flowers and branches falling, and birds chirping sadly, and then slows down and becomes low, like attachment, like separation...
Yang Qiu sat next to his brother, holding his chin and listening to the flute music with a smile on his face. Tears gradually filled his eyes and he choked up.
Yin Huizhen could no longer control herself. She put the flute on the table, staggered to her feet, covered her face and ran out the door.
The maid held the flute to Yang Anxuan. The body of the flute was as green as new bamboo, straight and smooth, which showed that Yin Huizhen took good care of it.
With the transverse flute in hand, I tried the sound. Thinking of the farewell song "Outside the Changting Pavilion", Yang Anxuanxin played it.
It was stiff at first, but gradually became smoother. The sound of the flute was clear and melodious, sad but not sad, revealing a touch of parting and farewell, with nostalgia and retention, as well as blessings for travelers...
Yin Huizhen's residence is opposite the west building and the guest room.
Yin Huizhen, who was sobbing at her desk, heard the faint sound of the flute. She couldn't help but walk in front of the window, listened carefully, and memorized the score in her heart.
Thinking that this song was specially given to me by Mr. Yang, I smiled unconsciously.
Tears still hang on my face, like dewy petals.
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As soon as "Farewell" came out, Ji Yangzhi was so expensive that no one doubted Yang Anxuan's talent.
The next day, the Chen family obediently sent sixty taels of gold and apologized profusely, claiming that Chen Si was so ashamed that he had already left Jiyang and traveled abroad.
Chen Shen took sick leave and asked others to take over his duties, so he no longer argued with Yang Quanqi.
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November 1st, it’s time.
In the ten-mile long pavilion, Yang Anxuan and Yang Qiu bid farewell to Yin Dun and Yin Huizhen.
The official farewell banquet has already been held, and those who came to see her off today were all relatives and friends.
To raise a cup and drink sadly, it is necessary to cry and say goodbye (1).
As the Romans do in the countryside, Yang Anxuan also choked with tears and said: "Brother Yin, I don't know when we will see each other again. Cherish the journey and the journey will be thousands of miles."
Yin Dun raised his sleeves to wipe away his tears and said, "An Xuan, I really can't bear to be separated from you. I hope you can come to Jiankang soon so that my brothers can be together again."
Yin Youqi smiled and said: "An Xuan, I am very pleased that you and Dun'er have a deep friendship. A few days ago, I wrote "Farewell Fu" in the village, and Ji Yang was very grateful for it. As a Zhongzheng official who evaluates you, I am very happy with you. Rong Yan."
Yang Anxuan bowed and said: "An Xuan can be classified as a top-middle grade, all thanks to Uncle Yin's help."
The Yin friends all waved their hands and said, "If you don't have talent, I can't help you even if you want to."
Looking at Gongsun He who was saying goodbye to people outside the pavilion, Yin Youqi's expression was slightly condensed. This Gongsun He's performance really made him a little disappointed.
Although Gongsunhe decided to go to Beijing with the Yin family, his intention was to let the Yin family work for him in the Ministry of Household Affairs and seek a wealthy county to serve as county magistrate.
Like Yang Anxuan, Yin Youqi believed that Gongsunhe was short-sighted and greedy for profit and was not worthy of strong support.
Gongsun He, Gao Guang and others were talking animatedly, laughing from time to time, unaware that their family's fate was already bleak.
His eyes fell on Yang Anxuan again, and Yinyou Qi smiled gently and said: "An Xuan, Dun'er went to Beijing to study Guoxue. There are many high-ranking students in Guoxuan, and I am just a bastard among the fifth-grade princes. I don't care about Dun'er. Not much help.”
"An Xuan, you are very talented. I would like to ask you to compose a poem as a farewell to Dun'er, so that Dun'er can quickly become famous in the capital through your poem." The Yin friends all stroked their beards and said, "The story of Lacking the Calf" Qing, this is an unkind request, but I hope An Xuan will agree."
Yang Anxuan responded enthusiastically: "Not to mention Uncle Yin's kindness to Yu, but also the friendship between Yu and Brother Yin. This farewell poem is also reasonable."
The Yin friends all nodded. Compared with Gongsun He, Yang Anxuan was much smarter.
Putting the pen and paper on the table, Yang Anxuan meditated briefly and wrote the title on the Yunjie paper: Sending his friend Yin Dun to Jiankang.
Seeing Yang Anxuan pick up his pen, people talking outside the pavilion crowded over.
Seeing this, Yin Dun recited a poem written by Yang Anxuan loudly, "Green mountains stretch across Beiguo, and white water surrounds Dongcheng. This place is like a farewell, and a solitary man marches thousands of miles away. The wandering clouds are full of thoughts, and the setting sun is the love of old friends. Wave your hands and go, Xiao Xiao Ban Ma Ming.”
Although they knew that Yang Anxuan's work would be a masterpiece, everyone still couldn't help but admire it when they heard the poem.
Gongsunhe looked at the title of the poem and really wanted Yang Anxuan to write a poem "Send off his friend Gongsunhe to Jiankang". However, his relationship with Yang Anxuan had gradually become distant from the last time he was on the fence, so he could not open his mouth at this time.
Yin Dun finished dressing, and solemnly said goodbye to Yang Anxuan.
Yang Qiu jumped out of the bullock cart beside the road, his face covered with tears, and he burst into tears.
Zhang Lan hurriedly stepped forward to support his little lady. She often came to Yin's village to play with Yang Qiu. She was also very sad about the little lady Yin's journey, and her eyes were sore.
The window of the car was raised, and the bright eyes in the car fell on Yang Anxuan in the pavilion. He had met Yang Anxuan from the waterside pavilion, and the sentence "Snow loses three points white, plum blossoms smell one fragrance" came into my heart. I often think of that flying black hair, tall and straight posture, gentle smile.
Paper kites were flying in Shipai Village, and my heart was like paper kites flying high, so happy that I wanted to sing.
When those bad guys stopped in front of him, he didn't think of his elder brother, but believed that Mr. Yang would definitely come.
Mr. Yang kicked the disciple down and couldn't help but laugh. It's just that Mr. Yang was only holding Qiu'er and didn't notice his own smile blooming for him.
Sometimes I really envy Qiu'er, who is carefree and has a brother like Mr. Yang who dotes on her.
I couldn't help but ask Qiu'er about Young Master Yang. It seemed that Qiu'er had found out something, and I wanted to hold back from asking, but every time I saw Qiu'er, I couldn't help myself.
When he learned that his grandfather and father planned to send him to the East Palace, his heart was broken, and all the good things collapsed in an instant.
Mr. Yang asked the jigsaw puzzle sent by Qiu'er to accompany him through the saddest time.
That day Young Master Yang came to the village to say goodbye, and he mustered up the courage to give the bamboo flute, hoping that Young Master Yang would take good care of the bamboo flute, just as I cherish every gift sent by Young Master Yang.
Being able to accompany Young Master Yang with the bamboo flute fulfills one of my wishes. The farewell song I heard that day always lingers in my dreams and will never be forgotten in this life.
The man who made her heart beat wildly did not understand her own thoughts after all, and her words of love would never be spoken out. Yin Huizhen's heart was twisted like a knife, and she groaned in pain.
The car body shook and started to move forward. In the car, Yin Huizhen looked at the tall and tall Yang Anxuan beside the car, crying silently.
The car curtain falls, and the rolling wheels grind deeply into my heart. As we move further and further away, my heart breaks. We can only see each other in dreams.
