Bibo Tower faces Nanhu Lake.
As soon as you enter the building, you will see a granite wall that is one and a half people high and one foot long standing in the center. Lu Yu's Tea Sutra is engraved on it, written in dark green ancient official script. Running water perennially infiltrates the entire stone wall, which is simple and elegant.
Stop and listen carefully, and you can hear the ethereal sound of the guqin, tinkling, tinkling, like gurgling water, or like you are in a deep valley, with a long ending, as if coiled on the beams, soft and strong.
The shopkeeper and the waiter were weighing new tea behind the counter. When they heard the welcoming bell ringing, they looked up and saw the two gentlemen. One person wears a soft soap bar scarf on his head, a blue shirt, and a flowing beard. The other one is slightly fat, has a white beard, a dongpo scarf, and wears plain clothes. The shopkeeper stopped what he was doing and stepped forward to bow to him.
"Two gentlemen, do you have an appointment?"
The slightly fat man wearing plain clothes is Tan Zhi, the censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate. The one in blue shirt is Wen Shuochuan, secretary of the Metropolitan Procuratorate. The two are good friends and confidants.
Wen Shuochuan bowed his head and said, "Let's meet with Xia Tanhua."
When the shop owner heard this, he sent a waiter to inform him. He also personally led the two of them to the private room.
Xia Yunhe greeted the two of them at the door and let each other enter the room politely.
Entering the house, the bamboo curtains sway slightly, and what comes into view is a bamboo table and four bamboo chairs. Sitting by the window, you can have a panoramic view of the South Lake. Boats are rippling on the lake, and the boat is on the bow. Burning rosin indoors makes the air fresh and pleasant. There are three plates of exquisite refreshments on the table. Each plate contains eight pieces. Each piece is small and exquisite, bite-sized, and placed in the shape of a mountain.
There is a clay stove next to the table, and a copper kettle is placed next to the stove, which is hot to the touch.
The three of them bowed to each other and sat down separately.
Xia Yunhe rolled up his sleeves, made tea for the two of them, and said, "This is Mengding Manna. This year's new tea is green in color, curled like a dragon, and tastes fresh."
The breeze came slowly, blowing the sleeves of Xia Yunhe's clothes, bringing a breeze to the moon. Wen Shuochuan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this man who has been exploring flowers for forty years in Yuan Dynasty is indeed worthy of the title of elegant.
When they sat down and looked at each other, Wen Shuochuan was the first to speak, "Tanhua Lang invited us here today. What can I ask you for?"
Xia Yunhe sat back on the bamboo chair and said with a smile, "There have been a lot of rumors about Chen Haizhou in the public recently, 'Indiscriminate killing, cunning, greedy and violent, framed good deeds, wronged souls blocking the road, and not going away will not be enough to comfort the world'."
"How is Chen Haizhou? What does it have to do with us?"
The person who said this was the gray-bearded Tan Zhi. He snorted softly, took a sip of tea, and couldn't help but frown.
Xia Yunhe saw in his eyes that Master Tan, the supervisory censor, had a bad temper.
She blew the foam on the tea, took a sip, and frowned. The tea was too strong today, no wonder Tan Zhi frowned.
In Wen Shuochuan's eyes, Xia Yunhe couldn't help but pretend to be serious. He glanced at his friend Tan Zhi and then looked at Xia Yunhe, "Editor Xia, how are you doing, Mr. Chen? I am a lowly person and I don't dare to comment casually."
Don't you dare to say anything casually? So these two people directly remonstrated at the court meeting and destroyed the pillars with their heads?
After sneering a few times, Xia Yunhe said, "How are you doing with your impeachment? When are you going to report it to His Majesty?"
Tan Zhi was shocked and doubted in his heart, how did Xia Yunhe know that the two of them had written an impeachment notice? Worried that he had other agenda, he slapped the table and shouted, "Xia Yunhe, what nonsense are you talking about?!"
She was not angry when her name was called. She brushed off the cake crumbs on her clothes and looked at Tan Zhi with a smile, "Tan Yushi is very energetic. Do you know what the impact of these two impeachments will be?"
Hearing this, Wen Shuochuan frowned slightly, his eyes passed over Xia Yunhe, his hand stroked his long beard, and he remained silent.
He stood up, held Tan Zhi's shoulders, pushed him down on his seat, smiled and said to Xia Yunhe, "Editor Xia was joking, we didn't write any impeachment remarks."
Xia Yunhe looked at the two of them and raised the corner of his mouth playfully, "You two don't have to be like this. I know you are writing a memorial to impeach Chen Haizhou, but what can two memorials change? He is still collecting charges and killing innocent people unjustly, but he was killed in vain. The lives of these two adults.”
What she said was based on her past life memories.
In her previous life, she had also written a memorial, secretly carrying it in her sleeve, and preparing to present it to the emperor during the imperial meeting.
The fact is that Emperor He Hui did not wait for the two men to finish speaking, waved their hands to interrupt them, and ordered the guards to carry them out. Tan Zhi refused to accept it, denounced the morality of heaven and earth, people's hearts turned against him, and he hit the dragon column in the hall. Seeing this, Wen Shuochuan said that the two of them were mutual confidants and did not dare to live alone, so he left. Xia Yunhe thought about it for several days, dug out the winter charcoal basin, and burned the memorial he had written.
She said: "Chen Haizhou is so powerful that he can be defeated by just two memorials. Why risk his life in vain?"
"Xia Yizhi invited us here today just to prevent us from impeaching Chen Haizhou?" Tan Zhi stroked his white beard and snorted.
Xia Yunhe's eyes were clear and firm, "Yes, this matter should be dealt with slowly."
"If there is such an evil thing, and the ministers keep silent and turn a blind eye, where does that leave your majesty? It is a matter of loyalty to the emperor to eat the emperor's salary. As a supervisory censor, he will complain when he is not grievances. How can he let people like Chen Haizhou prevail?"
Xia Yunhe said: "Tan Yushi is not turning a blind eye to it, but avoiding its sharp edges."
Tan Zhi chuckled twice, left the table, and strolled to the window, "Avoid its sharp edges? Starting from the 35th year of Yuanhua, it has become more and more powerful in recent years. Now that you dare to let innocent people die on the streets, you have to avoid its sharp edges. When? Mr. Xia has not even grown a full beard and is timid. Thanks to me, I blindly praised your article for its power. It turns out that you are just a villain who follows the trend."
Xia Yunhe was stunned by the inexplicable personal attack. He couldn't help but smile bitterly, lowered his eyes and drank tea slowly.
Wen Shuochuan looked around, thought for a moment, and said to Tan Zhi, "Brother Bingwen, Editor Xia also has good intentions. Chen Haizhou dares to kill people on the street, and no one can do anything to him. Maybe he should think about it carefully. Is it worth it for us?”
"Humph," Tan Zhi flicked his sleeves, "I, Tan Zhi, have always been able to sit upright and upright all my life. I am not afraid of that guy." He tugged on Wen Shuochuan's sleeve and called Wen Shuochuan's name, "Cheng Yan, let's go."
He stepped hard on the ground, and every step seemed to vent his dissatisfaction to the ground. He strode to the door, turned back, and pointed the index finger and middle finger of his right hand into sword fingers, pointing at Xia Yunhe and said, "Xia Yizhi, the way is different." We work together, you are twenty-one and worried about your bright future, I, Tan Zhi, am over fifty, so I have nothing to be afraid of."
Wen Shuochuan was still sitting on the chair. Tan exhaled and went to tug on his sleeve, but he didn't move. He was stunned, looked at his friend, frowned in confusion, "Chengyan, are you leaving?"
Seeing his friend's expression of shame, he suddenly realized and smiled with relief, "Okay, okay, if you don't go, I'll go alone."
After saying that, he left angrily.
The water in the copper pot was a little cold. Xia Yunhe coughed a few times, put the pot on the stove, picked up the cakes from the small plate and ate them slowly. These things cost money and should not be wasted.
Wen Shuochuan sighed, "Yushi Tan, you have always been such a stubborn person. Don't blame Xia for editing."
She smiled and looked out the window. She had been angry long ago in her previous life. She had no blame to speak of. She had said what needed to be said. Everyone has their own destiny and cannot force it.
After a while, Xia Yunhe turned back and said with a smile, "Siwu Wen, I hope you can persuade Yushi Tan when you go back."
Wen Shuochuan knew that he could not persuade Tan Zhi at all, so he sighed, closed his eyes and nodded, agreeing to Xia Yunhe. Looking up again, I saw Xia Yunhe had finished the pastries on the table, made himself a cup of tea, stood up and stood under the window, watching the tourists rowing boats in the lake.
Xia Yunhe's words today reminded him.
The weak-headed young man in front of the window was too slender, and he coughed many times even after having a cup of tea. Wen Shuochuan recalled that others said that Xia Yunhe was weak. Seeing this, he believed some of the rumors in his heart.
But although the young man was sick and weak, his spine was as straight as a pine tree.
He secretly praised Xia Yizhi as someone who had an idea in his heart.
Thinking of the impeachment of Shu again, Wen Shuochuan frowned and asked, "Editor Xia, how do you know about the impeachment of Shu?"
Xia Yunhe looked back at him and smiled. Seeing the copper kettle boiling on the stove, he leaned over to add tea to the two of them, and then spoke calmly.
"I dreamed of it."
I said goodbye to Tan Zhi after leaving the teahouse, and saw Tan Zhi again in the Hall of Supreme Harmony. Just like in his previous life, Tan Zhi spoke outright, without fear of the powerful, and with awe-inspiring righteousness, he ran headlong into the Panlong Pillar, which frightened all the ministers present.
There are also differences. Wen Shuochuan was ill at home and did not impeach Chen Haizhou with Tan Zhi.
Shortly after this incident, Chen Haizhou was promoted again to the fourth rank, Zuo Qiandu Censor.
The limelight lasted for a while, and no one dared to touch the edge.
In late April, on a rainy day, Xia Yunhe found out where Yushi Tan was buried. He took a pot of Mengding nectar, bought incense and candles with paper money, and headed to Yanzi Mountain outside the city alone, holding a green cloth and oil umbrella. Go.
In ancient times there were those who gave admonitions to death, but now there is Tan Bingwen.
The mountain road was rugged and difficult to navigate, so Xia Yunhe walked slowly, not in a hurry, and rested for a while at a thatched pavilion halfway up the mountain.
Fortunately, the rain stopped, the sun peeked out from the clouds, and the new branches of the plants were green and tender. The apricot blossoms are delicate, the peach blossoms are sweet, and the pear blossoms are white. The mountain road is paved with a layer of fallen flowers, decorating the mountains and rivers.
After asking several farmers and they pointed out the specific direction, Xia Yunhe wiped the slight sweat from his neck and headed towards the top of the mountain.
After turning three corners, a large apricot forest appeared in front of me. The apricot flowers had long since fallen, and the branches had green fruits the size of thumbs. Two or three, crowded together, it was very lively.
She walked towards the forest, and there was a tomb at the end.
There is one more person. This man's clothes were soaked by the rain, and his temples were wet and stuck to his cheeks.
It was Wen Shuochuan who was burning paper for Tan Zhi.
Xia Yunhe stepped on the mud and walked in the direction of the tomb.
Wen Shuochuan heard the footsteps and turned around to see her. He was stunned for a moment, took a breath, relieved his tense nerves, stood up and said hello, "Xia Bianzhan."
Xia Yunhe bowed in return, put down the incense candles, paper money, and offered tea and tea on both sides of Tan Zhi's grave.
Wen Shuochuan wiped away the tears from his eyes and looked into the distance, seemingly lost in memories.
"Xia Yizhi, do you know? Brother Bingwen liked your article so much in the 40th year of Yuanhua. At that time, many people were spreading the news that according to your article, you should have been the number one scholar. However, His Majesty did not care about the Xia family. I am too afraid to give you the title of Number One Scholar. He also reported it to His Majesty, but unfortunately, there was no response."
He sniffed and continued, "I had no chance to get to know Mr. Xia before. When I met him that day, he said that if Xia Yizhi would come to see him after his death, it would prove that he was not wrong about the person back then. The person who wrote such an article, You shouldn’t be a timid little person.”
Xia Yunhe knelt down, burned the paper with him, and whispered, "Ashamed."
Wen Shuochuan talked a lot today, his face was flushed, and his conversation was full of drunkenness. Xia Yunhe glanced at the wine gourd that was tipped to the side. He knew that there was not even a drop of wine left.
"What are you ashamed of? Brother Bingwen said that he was alone and had nothing to worry about. He was willing to use his life to find a way out. We have different paths and we don't want to work together. The road is difficult." Wen Shuochuan raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes burning, as if he was drunk but not drunk.
He asked again: "Are you afraid?"
There was a spring thunder, and the sun that had just emerged disappeared into the clouds, and the sky and the earth became dark.
Xia Yunhe lit the incense candle and inserted it on the ground in front of the tomb, speaking slowly and firmly.
"It doesn't matter how difficult it is, it doesn't matter if it's not difficult. No matter how narrow the road is, you can't reach it if you don't go. No matter how small the task is, you can't do it if you don't do it. Mr. Tan has opened the way. With loyal people like you, no matter how dark the clouds are, one day we will see the blue sky. .”
