Buzz——
The sachet kept vibrating, knocking against the jade pendant next to it.
Cheng Juxiu's expression changed slightly, he took off the sachet and took out a rectangular hollow copper piece.
"What's wrong?"
Ding Jingshan's expression finally turned serious and he asked in a deep voice.
"Professor Gongyang is calling me. Although I don't know what happened specifically, but judging from the frequency, the situation is probably very urgent."
Cheng Juxiu took a deep breath and said, "I want to go there."
"I am coming too..."
As soon as Ding Jingshan opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Cheng Juxiu, "Forget it, you still have to work in the Secretarial Department. I don't know how long you will be away this time."
"I'll go with you."
Han Qingyun stood up from the collapse and said calmly to Cheng Juxiu: "Your flying sword speed is too slow."
After saying that, she pulled out two iron bars from her hair and flicked them twice with her nails.
The iron bars immediately spread out and expanded, turning into two broad iron swords in an instant, suspended one meter above the river.
"Excuse me, Senior Sister."
Cheng Juxiu cupped his hands gratefully, turned around and said to Li Ang: "Ri Sheng, I'm going out for a trip. You stay with the team in the post house first, and someone will come to pick you up tomorrow.
If anything happens, you can go find..."
"Find me."
Ding Jingshan said: "I do some clerical work in the Secretary's Office during the day and go home at night. Go to the Secretary's Office or Ding Mansion in Yiningfang, find the concierge and tell me my name."
"Sorry Jingshan."
Cheng Juxiu breathed a sigh of relief and nodded to Han Qingyun. The two of them mounted two iron swords and flew towards the east.
call--
The strong air flow stirred up by the rapid flight of the iron sword caused the bamboo forest on the other side of the waterside pavilion to shake violently, causing countless bamboo leaves to shatter and fly.
In the blink of an eye, the two figures disappeared from sight.
"Oh, what's the matter with this? Where are we with whom we agreed to go to Zuifanglou?"
Ding Jingshan sighed heavily, patted his thigh, turned around to look at Li Ang, and said with a hearty smile: "Risheng, right?
You are Junior Brother Juxiu, and you will be my friend from now on. If anything happens, just talk.
I, Ding Jingshan, am not good at anything else, but I am quite good at sensual things, eating, drinking and having fun. "
...Brother, why do you have to say that you are a playboy so proudly?
Are you just the weird rich second generation who points to the Guanyin statue while saying, "I'm going to get this woman's contact information within ten minutes"?
Li Ang's eyes twitched, but he still sincerely thanked him, "Then I'd like to thank Senior Brother Ding."
Although I don't know who the Ding Mansion of Yiningfang is, the person who can stay in the position of Secretary Lang is definitely a playboy without any ability, otherwise Cheng Juxiu would not associate with him.
"It's easy to talk about."
Ding Jingshan was quite happy with the title "Senior Brother Ding" and rubbed his palms happily, "Hey, Risheng, you are a little younger, otherwise I could take you to Fengyuehua Liuchang tonight, Zhizui Pingkangfang has a long history of selling gold caves.
Do you know where Pingkangfang is? Just west of Dongshi.
The entire Pingkangfang is divided into three types of music according to the region, namely North Music, Middle Music and South Music.
Zuifanglou is located in the highest-end Zhongqu, the seventh building to the east of Baotang Temple.
The newlyweds are not allowed to come in without permission, because according to the rules, the groom who meets him will be charged twice as much, so he has to ask an experienced person to lead the way to avoid being ripped off..."
"Sanlang, it's not good, Sanlang!"
Just as Ding Jingshan was telling Li Ang about the romantic places in Chang'an City, a young man in Tsing Yi ran over along the corridor in a panic and shouted in a suppressed voice: "The court left early today, and the master has to go to the secretary." Let’s take a look at how you compiled the historical records of the Zhou Dynasty, that’s where you’re heading.”
"What? My father is coming?"
Ding Jingshan was so shocked that he almost jumped up, and quickly raised his hand to Li Ang, "I'm sorry, brother Risheng. I have something important to do, so we need to take a step ahead. Let's talk some other time."
"Ah, it's okay. Brother Ding, go and do your work."
Li Ang still maintained the gesture of holding his hands, while Ding Jingshan had already pulled the young man and ran towards the exit of the post house in a panic. As he ran, he struggled to pull out the sword from the scabbard at his waist, "Is it too late? I'll take the flight first. The sword rushes over..."
"Sanlang can't ride a flying sword. Wouldn't everyone have seen the flying sword? It's better to ride a horse. I'll lead the horse for you."
"Yes, yes, Ding Xiaoqi, you are so considerate. Riding a horse is good, but you can't do it without a horse..."
Ding Jingshan and the boy disappeared at the end of the corridor.
Li Ang stood there and scratched his head.
Why do you feel...that Senior Brother Ding is so unreliable?
Is the painting style a little different from Cheng Juxiu?
Do the second generations of Chang'an all have this virtue?
Li Ang smacked his lips, turned around and walked towards the wing, still thinking about Han Qingyun's words just now in his mind.
"The hexagram of my spiritual vein is 'Hanwang Juan Dui Jue'. You may be able to find detailed explanations of this hexagram in the two books "Taixu Miaolin Sutra" and "Lingbao Wisdom Body Contemplation Sutra" in Xuegong Library .
I wonder if ordinary people can enter the Academy Library to read...
Tsk, I should have known that I would have troubled Ding Jingshan just now.
Let's wait until the next time we meet to mention this matter. "
Li Ang was thinking about things casually and returned to the corridor, only to see Song Shaoyuan and Zhai Yiming standing at the door of his room, knocking on the door anxiously. Behind them stood Ji Linglang, who was frowning slightly.
"Brother Song?"
Li Ang walked forward slightly surprised, "What's wrong? What's the matter?"
"Risheng, where have you been?"
Song Shaoyuan said: "Do you remember Yong Hongzhong who came with us? He had been dizzy and nauseated for the past few days. He suddenly fainted and vomited in the lobby just now. I don't know what happened."
"Yong Hongzhong? Is he the thin and sickly son of the prefect of Xiangzhou?"
Li Ang recalled it,
Yong Hongzhong was the same age as him and was the son of the governor of Xiangzhou. Although he was born with a stutter, he was able to compose poems at the age of six and wrote many good articles. He was quite famous among the local scholars.
Since the convoys from Xiangzhou and Zhenzhou traveled the same route, the students from the two states stayed together for the past few days and became familiar and friendly with each other.
However, it was usually Song Shaoyuan, Zhai Yiming, Ji Linglang and others who talked to him and discussed poetry and so on. Li Ang didn't know him well.
Song Shaoyuan nodded, "Yes, Risheng, can you heal me?"
“There are so many diseases that can cause dizziness and vomiting, you have to look at them to know.
Give me a moment and I'll get a medicine box. "
Li Ang scratched his head, walked into the room, woke up Chai Cuiqiao who was sleeping on the table, took out the medicine box, and asked Song Shaoyuan to lead the way to the hall.
This post house outside Chang'an City covers a vast area and has a complex structure. Several people ran quickly and rushed to the hall.
I found that many candidates of similar age had gathered in the hall, all looking towards the middle of the hall.
"The doctor is here, please lend me some help."
Song Shaoyuan and Zhai Yiming took advantage of their height advantage to open the way in front.
Li Ang squeezed out of the crowd, only to see Yong Hongzhong sitting on a stool with a pale face, and sitting next to him was a girl in a skirt with bright eyes and white teeth, holding a metal needle and piercing Yong Hongzhong's head seriously.
Already have a doctor?
Li Ang raised his eyebrows, stopped moving forward, stood still, and observed with interest the acupuncture technique the girl was performing.
