The five-story Penglai Pavilion stands on the top of Danya.
When you are there, you can sigh with emotion for thousands of years.
Climb high and look far away, you can swallow thousands of miles of sea.
How many heroes, literati and poets are favored and yearned for it.
How many good men and women, devout believers, are fascinated and crazy by it.
When I climbed to the top of Penglai Immortal Pavilion, I suddenly felt relaxed and happy. I didn't dare to speak loudly for fear of the people in the sky.
"Holy shit, she's so fucking beautiful!"
Jiang Yuntian leaned on the railing and exclaimed, expressing his feelings.
The literati and poets on the same stage all looked at him with disdain, rolled up their sleeves and left the balcony, for fear of being contaminated by the tackiness.
Jiang Yuntian curled his lips and said, "These scholars are so easy to deceive. They will disappear with just one dirty word."
Song Che smiled and said: "People who don't go along with the secular world are not seen as a clean stream. On the contrary, people like Brother Jiang are true-hearted people who are vulgar and elegant."
Jiang Yuntian asked in confusion: "Is this pavilion really magical? How come you become so polite when you climb up to it?"
Song Che laughed, took out the telescope, and began to look down at the surroundings——
There are two things to do when you climb Penglai Pavilion.
First, get rid of superstition.
Second, wait for Lin Yue.
It is said that when Master Hong Hai celebrates his birthday, he will land at Penglai Pavilion and fly from the attic to Wanshou Palace to entertain the guests.
Song Che didn't believe it at first, but when he thought about the "ghost mother" he met in Thumb Village who knew how to pull wires and walk on a tightrope, he completely believed that this immortal master from Hong Hai could also pretend to be a ghost.
From Penglai Pavilion to Wanshou Palace, it is at least half a mile away and thirty to forty feet above the ground. At this distance, as long as the steel wire is thin enough and the vision is not good at night, the naked eye cannot tell the difference.
At first he was wondering why King Anyang would raise the height of the Penglai Pavilion. Now that he climbed to the top, he realized that the original three-story attic was almost the same as the Wanshou Palace. How could he "fly" with the help of gravity potential without a gap?
The people of Dengzhou City are deeply poisoned by superstition. If they want to get rid of this superstition, the best way is to let this "immortal master" overturn his position in public.
On the day of the birthday banquet, just hide someone in the attic and secretly cut the wire to ensure that the immortal master will be smashed to pieces when he flies halfway.
"Let's go."
Song Che remembered his location, and together with Jiang Yuntian, put on their masks and walked to the bottom of Penglai Pavilion.
In the lobby on the ground floor, a group of well-dressed literati who talked elegantly gathered together. They gathered around a desk and handed out the calligraphy and paintings in their hands.
The Penglai Pavilion should be rebuilt and the word order should be good.
If the word order is selected, it will not only be engraved on the screen wall and passed down through the ages, but also be appreciated by King Anyang and recruited as an aide to the Western guests in the mansion. From then on, he will follow the prince and reach the peak of his life.
Scholars in ancient times were chasing fame and wealth. Anyone who had a little bit of ink in their belly wanted to give this good opportunity to be famous a try.
"No, no, no, the rhetoric is vulgar and the sentences are incoherent..."
"No, no, it's too gorgeous, it's just flashy..."
"No, no, the writing is so poor, I don't even have the desire to read..."
The person who checked the article was an old scholar with a green beard. His neck almost broke when he faced the articles handed to him by the scholars.
"Get out of the way! If you wear a Confucian robe, wouldn't you look like a rotten fish?"
Jiang Yuntian held the scroll, pushed aside the Confucian scholars, and strode up to the scholar: "Old student, this article in my hand is unprecedented and unprecedented. You read it for three days and three nights and you couldn't sleep."
"I've seen people talk big, but I've never seen anyone bragging like this. What's a good article that can make people sleepless at night?"
"He's full of filthy words and doesn't even dare to show his true face. In my opinion, he's just a talkative clown!"
"Tsk, whether my article is good or bad, you will know after seeing it!"
Jiang Yuntian thrust the scroll into the scholar's hands, pushed aside the crowd and strode out of the pavilion.
Song Che was sitting at an inconspicuous tea stall across the street, quietly waiting for the news.
"Brother Song, even I think this is a bit exaggerated. Are your articles really that good?" Jiang Yuntian took off his mask, walked over and sat down.
Song Che definitely did not have this kind of talent, but this "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" is known as the first preface in history. After deleting, deleting, copying and writing, it was still Wang Zha when it was placed in Penglai Pavilion.
as expected.
Holding the scroll in his arms, the old scholar rushed out of the attic and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Young master who gave me the preface earlier, where are you? I just want to see you, I want to see you!"
"You can't really be such a god, right?" Jiang Yuntian said in surprise.
Song Che helped, closed his chin, turned his head over, and said with a smile: "Don't expose yourself. This sequence is just bait. The fish I want to catch will soon be hooked."
If King Anyang is truly determined to be self-reliant, he will be eager to recruit talented people. Anyone who can write such an article must be a rare talent, and he will not let it go.
If King Anyang comes, Lin Yue, who is a bodyguard, will definitely follow.
I hope so.
Song Che and Jiang Yuntian drank three pots of tea at the tea stall.
Finally, when the fourth pot was about to be continued, a group of elite soldiers opened the way and dispersed all the passengers in the attic. A magnificent chariot slowly drove over.
In front of the chariot, there is a female knight riding a white horse, wearing a power fence on her head, a silver whip hanging on her waist, and holding a sword.
finally found you.
"Hello."
Jiang Yuntian waved his hand in front of Song Che's eyes and asked, "I read two words in your eyes, do you know what they are?"
"What?" Song Che asked.
"Mate." Jiang Yuntian whispered two words.
Song Che rolled his eyes.
"Buy flowers, buy flowers..."
Next to the tea stall, taking advantage of Penglai Pavilion's re-opening, a girl in bloom was buying flowers, shouting at the top of her voice, but there were only a few customers.
"Little girl." Song Che waved to the flower-buying girl.
The girl ran over with a flower basket in her hand and asked, "What flowers does the official want? I have peonies, begonias, and magnolias..."
Song Che took out a letter from his arms, stuffed it into the bottom of the flower basket, covered it with flower cores, then handed the girl a piece of silver, pointed to Lin Yue at the door of the attic and said:
"Have you seen the sword-wielding heroine? Later she comes out of the attic. You find an opportunity to hand the flower basket to her. She asks you who sent it to you. Don't answer, just let her accept it. That’s it.”
"Thank you, sir. I wish you all the best and may your lovers get married eventually!"
The girl blushed and ran towards the attic holding a flower basket.
"Let's go and come back tonight."
Song Che and Jiang Yuntian left the tea stall.
In Penglai Pavilion.
Everyone was amazed by the article.
Only Lin Yue had no intention of admiring it. She walked out of Penglai Pavilion, came to the seaside, and gently picked off the power fence. She was still beautiful, but a little less heroic than before.
She quietly watched the ebb and flow of the tide, hiding her thoughts in the deepest part of the twilight.
The sea breeze came slowly, ruffling the green hair on her temples, but she was too lazy to pay attention to it. She hugged Mi Li and lay on the stone pier. She didn't know where to start, but her sorrow deepened.
"Sister, someone gave you flowers."
The girl stuffed the flower basket into Lin Yue's arms.
Lin Yue was so flattered that she couldn't help but be startled. Just when she was about to ask why, the girl had already run far away.
She looked around again and found that no one was so romantic.
She looked at the clusters of flowers in her arms, lowered her head and took a deep breath of the fragrance of the flowers, straightened her ears and hair that were blown by the wind, and finally felt better.
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