Chapter 21

To their surprise, Ling Yun still felt that he was out of fashion. He just read a few more books. At the beginning of practicing sword, he had already got the idea of sword. The spirit of sword is the spirit of sword.

But he didn't really think he was as good as he should be.

Mr. Wang said that it's a long way to go. Mr. drunkard also said that it's a bit like practicing sword. But compared with the really powerful people, it's nothing. Even among ordinary people, it's the worst one. Ling Yun believes it.

As for Klaus who lost to him and the young Jianxiu who listened to yuezong, in Lingyun's opinion, they are all reasonable people. Those who can be reasonable will keep their hands, and they have done their best.

A group of people had a good time chatting with each other. Ling Yun's knowledge was that the three religions came at fixed points, and they all had their own opinions. When Ling Yun told his real age, the scene was quieter.

Fugui asked tentatively: "brother Lingyun, do you really don't know that you are very powerful?"

Lingyun seriously said: "I'm really not strong, my husband said I'm poor."

"Your husband must have lied to you." Rich and noble also very serious say, finish saying a group of people all laughed.

Ling Yun also laughed, as a joke, how can Mr. cheat himself?

Sir is the best in the world.

Ling Yun is in a good mood at this time. Because his goal has been achieved and a lot of trouble has been saved, Caiwei suddenly says, "is there a name for this song, young master Ling?"

"No, it's too troublesome to name them," said Ling Yun, who has read many books, and of course has poems. Most of the poets are too lazy to name them. They just use untitled words to write poems. "Let's call them untitled."

"Duckweed in the world, famous as nameless, singing, nameless as famous." The rest of his life said softly, these two sentences are the joys and sorrows of the people who were born in a rich merchant's home and met in Liangcheng. Most people have been working hard all their lives, without income or fame. Just like the Jiuzhou, the four seas and the eight wastelands, there are few people who can keep their names.

Everyone can read and listen to CI and Qu, but everyone has different feelings. When you listen to it, others will be happy to hear it. Ci and Qu are still that CI and Qu, but the situation of human heart gives it too much connotation.

"It makes sense." Ling Yun nodded. He grew up in the frontier battlefield when he was young. Later, when the war subsided, he and his adoptive father Ling Wang just returned to the capital. The general of the battlefield died in a hundred battles, and the old soldiers buried in the yellow sand could remember their lives.

The names of these people will not be recorded in this dynasty history book.

"Come to the surface!"

Wang Qian raised his glass and everyone drank. The young people here ignored their worries for a while.

Chunhua thinks that Ling Yun is the most interesting one among these people. He is interesting in speaking and doing things. He is easy-going and can get along with any kind of people.

The rich man seems to be able to deal with anyone. In fact, for others, he still keeps a certain limit. For example, for Chunhua, he has the dignity of the superior, for Wang Qian, for the empress of the general, and for the rest of his life, he has a real admiration. They are both the legitimate sons of the rich businessmen. Under the Confucian etiquette, business is cheap, But there is a real scholar, he has no reason not to like and admire.

As for Ling Yun, who suddenly appeared and was astonished by his skills, wealth maintained a sense of alienation, not far, not close, not disgusting, not alienating.

And Wang Qian has a natural sense of closeness to Ling Yun, because there is a kind of general style between his words. He speaks directly, does not beat around the Bush, and is sincere and does not cheat. But for the wealth, they are not happy with each other. For the rest of his life, Wang Qian is naturally a good friend, but he does not admire as much as the wealth, and has nothing to do with his family background, It's just about reality.

Nowadays, most of the scholars can only sing flowers and moon, and write poems with gorgeous style. He was born in a general family, and most of them are just border officers and soldiers. Therefore, for the rest of his life, he is really a good friend, but the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water.

They all have their own attitudes towards each other, but Ling Yun doesn't have a boundary with them. At least from Ling Yun himself, he can't find those who feel that friends are friends, clean and pure.

Spring flower is a natural skill. It can show the intimate relationship between people. Sister Caiwei looks at the 16-year-old boy from time to time. Some of her joy in finding like-minded friends is naturally appreciated.

It's hard to have a confidant in life. It's the best way to make friends.

After two pots of cool autumn wine are finished, Ling Yun says goodbye to them. Caiwei whispers a few words to the rest of his life, and the rest of his life nods, "young master Ling, Caiwei will take you out."

"No, I can go myself." Ling Yun waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to send Caiwei, but Caiwei still followed.

After Lingyun and Caiwei go out, Fugui asks, "brother Lingyun is an interesting person."

"It's interesting," Wang Qian came back after he came back from the toilet. He had a letter in his hand. He was the Lingyun who had just checked it. "A young beggar was born in Liangcheng, and was taken over by a teacher who was a teacher in the school of Ji Xia, and he registered residence for him."

"You know where a cup of green shadow bamboo garden in Liangcheng is. Since then, he has grown up there," Wang Qian said with a faint smile. "It seems that he really does not know what kind of person his husband is. He may even think that he is really an ordinary teacher, but there is no need to further study this kind of thing."

Wang Qian changed his words and said with a smile: "he renovated his house in the old house in the east city recently, and put most of the beggars in the city to eat and live. Those beggars helped him do some rough work, which was counted as the house money, and he didn't get any money." Wang Qian rubbed his cheek. "He has a good relationship with he Zhang."

In fact, the last sentence is the key point. Other things, for them, are harmless.

"What do you want?" Asked the rest of his life.

"We all know the situation in the east city. He can live in it, but it's OK. It proves that he is extraordinary," Wang Qian squinted. "Don't forget, his last name is Ling."

Of course, Wang Qian knows something about his own affairs. In the old case of Ling Wang Fu, if it had not been for several uncles who pressed his father, he would have directly rebelled that day. Moreover, when he went out and came back, Ling Yun's attitude towards him was completely different from that in his room. As for how different, Wang Qian would not have said, but he was guessing, Ling Yun may really have something to do with Ling Wangfu.

Many other people don't know about it, but the people who are still alive are very clear about it. There are 173 people in Lingwang's family, but only 171 bodies were found. It's not clear who is alive, but Lingwang's two sons are dead. Lingyun may be the descendant of one of the two people who escaped.

"Cut, don't say so gloomy," rich and noble repeatedly waved his hand and shook his head, "how can there be such a coincidence, if he is really that man, we are lucky."

The old case of King Ling's residence has always been the last thing the Zhao and Song Dynasties want to mention.

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"Mr. Ling, do you have any research on temperament?"

Caiwei asked.

Ling Yun shook his head and said mildly, "there is no research. It's just that he was forced to learn by his husband. I don't like it much."

"Young master Ling has this talent, but he doesn't like it. It's a waste," Caiwei said with a smile. "But can you give that song to Caiwei?"

"If Miss Caiwei likes it, just take it," said Ling Yun half jokingly. "If you can have a reputation or two, miss Caiwei should not forget Ling Yun. If you mention a name, I can enjoy the admiration of all people."

"Is a person like Mr. Ling still famous?"

Caiwei holding Lingyun's arm, brothel woman, in the end is involuntarily, is also influenced, used to.

Ling Yun pulls down Caiwei's hand without any trace and walks towards Qiuhua garden with both hands on his back. "Sometimes it's necessary," Ling Yun says in a low voice. He suddenly pulls Caiwei behind him and grabs an empty hand from his left side.

This is a young man with rich clothes, but his face is full of anger. Behind him stands a young man with a gloomy look. He is a monk with a long cry and a short breath. He is a monk in the realm of tuina.

The angry young man grabbed the procuress and yelled: "didn't you say that Caiwei is not free?"

The procuress said with a smile, "I have no time. Caiwei is with Mr. Yu. Mr. Song, I'll find other girls for you."

"The rest of your life? He's nothing, "Song Jiang sneered," looking for something else. Since Caiwei is here, now come with me and accompany this noble guest. "

He has not been concerned about the existence of Lingyun, Liangcheng, he was afraid of who?

Ling Yun said to Caiwei, "go back first."

Caiwei stands behind Lingyun, nods and salutes Songjiang to show her apology. How can she not know Songjiang's bad name? If you want her to accompany Song Jiang, you can't do it in this brothel.

For Song Jiang, Ling Yun is extremely disgusted. People who have not seen him are known by his name and have no good feelings. Since he wants to come here voluntarily today, he can't be taken care of.

He can do such a thing naturally.

Confucian "Analects of Confucius · Xianwen" says: to repay virtue with virtue and to repay resentment with uprightness, which means to repay kindness with favor and treat others' hatred with fairness and integrity. That is to say, if you repay me with resentment, I will also repay with resentment.

However, Mr. Chen once said that it's natural to repay resentment with uprightness, but we should follow the rules of Confucianism, not implicate the innocent, not retaliate by cruel means. We should follow the rules of one place, one country, and the world. The rules are set by Confucianism and formulated by Legalists. Therefore, if we get the crime of homicide, we will die, and so on, They all have specific legal rules.

"Did I let you go?" Song Jiang said sternly, "you dare to walk away today, you want to know the consequences."

"One more fart today, and you want to know the consequences." Lingyun said coldly.

It is also a matter of mutual desire to play in brothels. If others do not want to play in brothels, they will use force to suppress others. This is unreasonable. Today's excellent mood was destroyed by the appearance of Song Jiang.

Song Jiang behind the youth light said: "just accompany a wine, play a few songs just, there is no need to make so unhappy."

Ling Yun said with a smile: "Caiwei just sent me out, I still have a few friends, she naturally can't be empty," Ling Yun's eyes suddenly cold down, "and, I hate to hear others threaten me."

"Do you know who I am?" Song Jiang pointed to Lingyun's nose and poked Lingyun's chest.

Ling Yun shrugged and motioned to Caiwei to look for them for the rest of her life. Then he said to Song Jiang helplessly, "is it hard for me to see some cats and dogs by the side of the road? I have to ask him his name and where he lives. I have to send some dog food and cat food another day?"

"You Song Jiang is not angry but laughs, "you succeed in irritating me."

"You bite me?" Ling yunpai's mouth.

Caiwei walked towards the rear elegant residence, but was stopped by the servant Song Jiang brought. Song Jiang said coldly: "I said, if you dare to go, you want to know the consequences."

"Oh, who did I think it was? It turns out that song can't do it. "Fugui lies on the fence with a chicken leg in his hand." elder sister Caiwei, you can come up. He dares to touch your hair. His grandfather is so rich that he doesn't even know his mother. "

In the rest of his life, Song Jiang and Song Jiang had the same number of recommendation places, and Song Jiang was arrogant and domineering, with constant evil deeds. He didn't like the rest of his life, nor did he like the wealth and advancement.

Ling Yun followed Caiwei and asked Caiwei to go up first. He stood in front of Song Jiang, rolled up his sleeve and said, "dog, call twice."