Bully

After Mingchuan left Jinling, he went to Yangzhou.Yangzhou is Yan Ke's hometown, and Yan Ke once told Ming Chuan about the customs and customs of Yangzhou.This is where the four directions meet, people from all over the world gather here, and an inn clerk can even speak more than a dozen dialects.

Mingchuan stepped into an inn called Sifang Inn, and Yan Ke said it was the largest inn in Yangzhou.

As soon as he came in, a clerk came forward and asked in official language: "What do you want, guest officer?"

Ming Chuan carried a small burden on his back, "I want a guest room."

"Guests upstairs, please." The clerk led Ming Chuan upstairs, and his speech had changed into a capital accent.Ming Chuan thought it was interesting, said a few more words to him, and finally asked him to bring up a bucket of hot water.

After taking a hot bath to relieve his exhaustion from traveling for many days, Ming Chuan changed his clothes and went downstairs to eat.

The lobby downstairs is very spacious, with more than a dozen tables, chairs and benches, and the lights are fully lit, making the hall very bright.

The waiter asked Ming Chuan what he would like to eat, Ming Chuan said: "Here are some signature dishes, it is best to have a soup."

The clerk agreed to go down, and after a while brought out a few dishes, and introduced them to Ming Chuan while putting them on the table, such as three delicacies from the Yangtze River, eight-treasure gourd, Wensi tofu, and pipa prawns.Just listening to him, Ming Chuan felt very hungry.The clerk also said that if Mingchuan stayed longer, he could try Yangzhou's famous burning tail feast.

While talking, a few more people came in at the door, each of them was dressed in bunts, armed with weapons, and covered in dust.Ming Chuan looked at them with surprise.

"Our Sifang Inn welcomes guests from all over the world, whether they are ordinary people, business travelers, or these Jianghu people, they are all seen every day." Seeing his appearance, the clerk explained to him.

"People from the Jianghu?" Ming Chuan asked.

"That's not it." The man said: "All the magic soldiers in the world come from Yuqiong. The most famous Yuqiong Villa in the world is in Yangzhou. Not long ago, the young owner of Yuqiong Villa who had been missing for many years came back and opened Yuqiong Villa. , invite guests from all over the world, if the guest officials come earlier, you can join in the fun."

"That's really not a coincidence."

The buddy went, Ming Chuan looked at those Jianghu people with some novelty in his eyes.This is the first time that Ming Chuan knows about Jianghu and another world outside the capital.

It was already late autumn, and it was getting dark early, and the wind blew over, cooling the skirt of my clothes.

Ming Chuan lived in Sifang Inn for a long time, and visited Yangzhou City all over.He didn't come at the right time, and he didn't see the famous viburnum, but ginkgo. In late autumn, the eyes were golden, and the leaves were lingering in layers, ethereal and thick.

Ming Chuan thought of another ginkgo tree almost instantly. At that time, he said that he wanted to draw that ginkgo tree, but after several twists and turns, he never mentioned it again.It is strange to say that it is obviously not a very difficult thing, but it is always impossible.

Now that he remembered it here and now, Ming Chuan also became interested, and picked up a fine day to paint under a very old and tall ginkgo tree.

He spread out the paper, and attracted a group of people to look at it. Some talented scholars talked with each other and talked about painting skills.Listening to their words, Ming Chuan thought that Yangzhou is really a place of outstanding people, Fengshui nourishes people, it is true that the world's talented people come from the south of the Yangtze River.

After finishing a painting, Ming Chuan always felt that there was something missing when he looked left and right. A Confucian scholar behind him said: "Only the scenery and no one will appear thin. You must know that the vegetation is ruthless. You must add characters to make the scene appear true."

Ming Chuan felt that it made sense, and with a few strokes, he added a man in white under the tree. Although only the back view was shown, it was enough to show the character of the man in the painting.

The person was drawn, but Ming Chuan felt a little bad.The Confucian scholar behind him also had the same thought, saying: "Young master's skill in painting people is far superior to painting scenery, others are attracted by the person in this painting at a glance, and the scenery seems to be a foil."

Xu Shimingchuan is used to drawing people, no matter what, he always compares people with scenery.He thought in a blink of an eye, how can this be my fault, others are like this, standing there, everyone else is just a foil, but I didn't draw him like this.

No matter how he thought about it, Ming Chuan's eyes were full of regret. He turned his head and bowed to the Confucian scholar who had spoken, and said, "Thanks for your advice."

The Confucian scholar saw Ming Chuan's overly good-looking face at first glance, his face turned red for a moment, and he said, "Don't dare, don't dare."

Ming Chuan smiled, and it was as bright as haze. Not only Confucian scholars, but also many others were fooled by it.Ming Chuan collected the painting on his own, and left with his things.

Ming Chuan celebrated his 20th birthday in Yangzhou.

On the same day, he asked the inn for a bowl of longevity noodles, and when he learned that it was his birthday, the shopkeeper presented Mingchuan with a pot of Yangzhou's unique snow fermented wine.

There was a saying, Yangzhou Yi, but few people know this meaning.The water is heavy and the water is light, but I don't feel it at all, and I worry about it for a long time.Snow fermented grains touch lovesickness.

The first-class snow fermented wine tastes slightly bitter, but the bitterness is not heavy but lingers for a long time.Only after Ming Chuan had tasted it did he understand why people say that snow fermented grains touch lovesickness.

After eating the noodles, Ming Chuan walked out of the inn. The night was cool, and he gathered his clothes.There is no curfew in Yangzhou, and the bustle at night is not inferior to that during the day.Mingchuan along the river, willow leaves have turned yellow.He was watching a leaf fluttering down from the branch under a willow tree.

There are river lanterns flowing with the water in the river, and the candlelight is like the Milky Way in the sky, embellishing the river surface.There was a peddler who sold river lanterns. Ming Chuan bought all his river lanterns, walked to the river with a pen and paper, and wrote on the river lanterns.At the beginning, I wrote some verses such as wishing people a long life, but in the end, only one name was written on each river lantern.

Ming Chuan looked at the departing river lanterns, and easily admitted that he missed Rong Shang in a foreign land where no one was an old friend.To Mingchuan, Rongshang represents many things, happy and unpleasant, sad and unforgettable.But right now, aside from all those things, he just misses him very much.

Suddenly, there was a burst of vocal music from the other side of the river. It turned out that someone was holding a crown ceremony. There were a lot of red silk around it, surrounded by lights and candles, like a grand ceremony.The crown ceremony by the water is a unique feature of Yangzhou people.

Ming Chuan stood up, stretched his numb legs, and prepared to watch the excitement.

He walked to the opposite side, where many people were already surrounded.Relying on his good looks, Ming Chuan squeezed to the front. After a closer look, the one holding the crowning ceremony turned out to be the Confucian scholar who discussed painting skills with him a few days ago.

Confucian scholars soon discovered Ming Chuan. An outstanding appearance like Ming Chuan's won't faze the crowd no matter where he goes.

The Confucian scholar said something to the people around him. After a while, he walked up to Ming Chuan. He cupped his hands and said, "If you don't think so, why don't you sit down and watch the ceremony together."

Xu was afraid that he would refuse, so Confucian scholars repeatedly invited him.

Ming Chuan said with a smile: "Today is also the day when I perform the coronation ceremony. It is so predestined, how can I refuse."

The Confucian scholar was a little surprised, and said: "Since that's the case, why don't you crown me together, sir?"

Ming Chuan didn't expect it to be like this, and the people around him also said: "Since there is such a fate, let's go together!"

The host family didn't dislike it, and Ming Chuan was also happy about it.He thought about it, and found it interesting that his crowning ceremony was actually taken by someone else, not to mention that this person met him by chance.

The word "meet by chance" is very interesting. Ming Chuan has traveled all over the world, and he met people who met by chance. He has been in the capital for 20 years, but he has not met as many people as he has in the past two months.Ming Chuan is a person who finds it easy to say goodbye, meeting and acquainting someone and saying goodbye is the thing he is most proficient in just two months.

Perhaps it was because he had already experienced the most difficult parting, so the rest became easy.

Yangzhou has a beautiful scenery, but the capital city has been raining all night.The Zichen Hall was burned down and rebuilt, but the two old banyan trees on the swing at the back did not survive, and quickly withered after autumn.Rong Shang asked people to move the two trees and planted more bamboos. The sound of rain hitting the bamboo leaves added to the loneliness.

Rong Shang sat alone on the porch, with a silver pot and a pomegranate cup on the small table beside him.He decides for himself alone, listening to the Xiaoxiao rain fall.

Ming Chuan likes to sit on the porch, sometimes basking in the sun, sometimes listening to the rain fall.He never knew what Ming Chuan was thinking when he was sitting like this, until he was sitting here himself.

After all, it's not a happy thing, Rong Shang thought, when he was sitting here, the past scenes appeared in front of his eyes, like a person reminiscing about his life before death.

How could Ming Chuan like to sit like this?Rong Shang still can't figure it out.

He lowered his head, and Ming Chuan's crown was placed on his lap.Today is Ming Chuan's coronation ceremony, and this crown dress is the clothes he will wear at the coronation ceremony.The emperor's crown and clothes were complicated and heavy. Ming Chuan once said that fortunately his birthday was in autumn. If it was summer, it would be swelteringly hot. If it was winter, his hands and feet would have to freeze.

It's good right now, so I don't want this crown uniform at all.

Rong Shang poured himself a glass of wine, and there were a few pages of paper beside the jug.Those were left by Ming Chuan, one for Jing Rong, one for Wei Nanqing, and one for Xu Chengyu, but in fact these were all for Rong Shang.

Ming Chuan wanted to fulfill Jingrong's wish, and Xu Chengyu's wish, and spread his own wish in front of Rongshang.

The autumn wind was getting colder, and a child came across the corridor. It was Wei Nanqing, and now he should be called Ming Nanqing.

"What are you doing here?" Rong Shang asked.

Once Ming Nanqing lost his mother, he became more and more taciturn. Rong Shang only raised him in the palace and didn't care much about him. His attitude towards him was very cold.

"I want to see my uncle." Ming Nanqing didn't know that Ming Chuan had left the palace yet.

Ming Nanqing looked up at Rong Shang, before she could say anything, her eyes turned red, "I miss my uncle."

Rong Shang glanced at him, and said: "You know, when your aunt and mother died, you were at your age. He doesn't have any aunts and grandmothers to accompany him, and living alone in the palace is much more difficult than your situation. "

Ming Nanqing lowered her head and sobbed softly.

Rong Shang glanced at him, but didn't drive him away, because he also missed Ming Chuan.