Chapter 103: This Night (Part 2)

With a few pipas, the sound of the little maid in the apricot clothes rose up with the sound of the pipas. Then Zhang Ruoxu's lonely poem "Spring River Moon Night" spreads with the romance of the river:

The spring river tide is connected to the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea is growing together. The waves are rippling for thousands of miles, and there is no bright moon in the spring river.

The river flows around the fragrant land, and the moon shines on the flowers and forests all look like sludge. The frost flows in the sky without flying, and the white sand on the ground cannot be seen.

The sky is full of dust and dust, and the moon is lonely in the bright sky. Who is the first to see the moon by the river? When did the moon in the river shine on the first time?

Life has been endless from generation to generation, and the rivers and moons are only similar every year. I don’t know who the rivers and moons are waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending flowing water.

The white clouds are gone in a row, and the green maple piers are so worried. Who has a small boat tonight? Where can I miss the bright moon tower?

Poor, the moon wanders upstairs, and should shine on the mirror table of people. The jade door curtain cannot be rolled away, and the clothes anvil is rubbed back.

At this time, we look at each other but don’t hear each other. I wish to chasing the moonlight shine on you. The wild geese fly long and the light is not far away, and the fish and dragons leaps into the water and make a statement.

Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond. I was pitiful that I didn’t return home in half the spring. The river flowed and the spring was about to end, and the moon set in the pond again set in the west.

The slanting moon hides the fog in the sea, and the infinite road in Jieshi Xiaoxiang. I don’t know how many people will return by riding the moon, and the falling moon shakes the love of the trees in the river.

This is the second time Tang Cheng has listened to a song since time travel. Compared with the first time Hong Gu, the little maid in the apricot clothes is much better in both singing and accompaniment. Although it is not spring, the river, flowers, moon and night in front of him are just as beautiful as Zhang Ruoxu's paintings. After a few sentences, Tang Cheng, who was paying attention to the river scenery at night, was completely immersed in the pipa and singing of the little maid in the apricot clothes.

The river tides are connected to the sea, and the moon is full of tides. The river water winds around the river fields where flowers and plants are everywhere. The moonlight cleanses the colorful colors of all things in the world, and immerses the vast world into a dreamlike silver color. With the leisurely singing of the apricot coat and a small maid, Tang Cheng's night view of Huai River in front of him was actually merged into one with the beautiful and quiet spring river flowers and moon night in Zhang Ruoxu's writing.

Perhaps because of his deep entry, in this clear and clear world, his thoughts were already integrated with Zhang Ruoxu's thoughts and reverie. "Who on the riverside first saw the moon? When did the moon shine on others? Life is endless for generations, and the moon is only similar every year." These four lines of poetry just hit the most secret corner of Tang Cheng's heart like Hong Zhong Dalu. For a moment, the two lives that traveled through the past and after were pouring in endlessly like a tide, and traveling through this strange thing itself has become an unsolvable puzzle like the moon in front of you.

Entangled in this unsolved puzzle, Tang Cheng thought more and more, and the deeper he thought, so he had no intention of listening to the lyrics afterwards, and he was ignorant when the whole song ended.

"Look up at the bright moon, and sent my feelings to the light of thousands of miles. Seeing Brother Tang so obsessed with this song, was it because of the thoughts of people from afar that he had a sudden thought of returning home?" Ling Yi's slightly joking words woke up Tang Cheng, who was sinking into his deep thoughts, and his feelings flowed out of his heart: "The ancients did not see the moon in the present. The moon once shone on the ancients! Returning home? The hometown is still there, but I can never go back..."

His words were very unreasonable. Not only Ling Yi, but also Wu Yujun, who was quite familiar with him, could not understand it. Seeing this, Tang Cheng hurriedly inserted the topic and invited Ling Yi to move forward again.

However, after this song, Tang Cheng's state of mind was inevitably changed again. The initial elegance was wiped out, and now he was as sad as the song "Spring River Moon Night" just now. But he didn't have much intention to speak.

Ling Yi was also a delicate mind. After seeing Tang Cheng's intention, he didn't say anything more. The light swayed, and the two walked forward speechlessly. The little maid behind the apricot clothes were silent, which made Wu Yujun feel depressed. This is a night trip with the light? If I had known this, it would be better to hug the boat girl on my boat. This Tang Cheng was so unconscious. He wouldn't have time to catch such a good opportunity and others would be afraid of drinking honey soup. There was a pussy like his.

On a quiet night, the sound of water is lingering by the river, wearing the cold moonlight, walking slowly towards the wind blowing towards the wind blowing on your face, which is really clear and clear. Tang Cheng didn't want to speak before, but after walking for a while, he couldn't bear to speak anymore. He was afraid that he would destroy this peaceful and peaceful peace.

When he turned sideways, his eyes were just facing Ling Yi beside him, and he only looked at the intoxicated look in her eyes. Obviously, it was the same as his own thoughts. People had the same heart and the same reason. When the two of them had their eyes, Hui Ran smiled in his heart.

It was this smile that brought the two of them closer together in silence, so when Ling Yi was frightened by the ground worm and frog suddenly jumped out of the grass at his feet and his body tilted slightly, Tang Cheng naturally reached out and put his hand around her waist.

There was no such thing as before. At this moment, Tang Cheng suddenly did such a thing, and only scared Wu Yujun from behind. He didn't understand. Why did Tang Cheng, who was still a lump just now, have such courage? But compared with this doubt, he was more worried. The girl in front of him seemed to have a very different identity. What if something happened because of Tang Cheng's irregular and frivolous actions?

But the development of the situation was beyond Wu Yujun's expectations. She saw that the little girl who had not even given him a positive face since she met her, let Tang Cheng hug her. What's even more evil was that the little girl, who was obviously taken advantage of by Tang Cheng, was not only not angry, but also thanked her. When she heard her tone when she thanked her, even a fool could tell her good feelings for Tang Cheng.

"I misjudged Tang Cheng. In fact, he is a master of love affairs between men and women, a master?" At the moment when Wu Yujun was in a state of mind, the scene that appeared in front of him made him begin to doubt his eyes. Tang Cheng... actually reached out and held the little girl's hand, "It's dark and the road is slippery, the river bank is rugged, it's better for me to hold you."

In the empty quiet night, Tang Cheng's voice was clear and warm. Ling Yi turned his head in surprise and saw Tang Cheng's face of Guangyue Feiqi. Although she was very careful, she still didn't see a trace of lust between men and women on this face. At this moment, the man's eyes were as clear as the water flowing eastward, with a faint concern and warmth.

After seeing this clearly, Ling Yi's sudden anger melted away quickly. She turned her head and continued to move forward, and her hand was actually... stayed in Tang Cheng's palm.

This girl in the women dressed in men's clothes was a tough guy who was not easy to get started. Tang Cheng didn't say a word, and first grabbed the other person's waist and then saved all his hands. Wu Yujun shook his head vigorously. His grandmother, there was indeed such a clever way to control women in the world. He saw a face that was shocked when he shook his head. Obviously, the little maid in the apricot clothes was also shocked by the scene in front of him. He didn't understand at all, and he didn't even believe that the scene he saw was actually true.

The night insect chirping. It was just the rustling sound of Tang Cheng walking on the grass. The two of them didn't say anything, so they walked step by step towards the clearer moonlight. Sometimes, they looked at each other side, and the other was given a clear smile.

Ling Yi was still a little unnatural at the beginning. His arms gradually became more and more relaxed, and his mood became more and more relaxed. He occasionally recalled everything he had experienced during this period. It made her feel like she suddenly fell into a dream. Why did she become like this? When she wanted to find the reason and the reason, she didn't find any of them. Maybe it was because of the song he sang in the afternoon, maybe it was because of his charming singing in the river. Or maybe it was because of this quiet night, this river, this moon...

The hand in his palm was slender and warm, and the scene in front of him was becoming more and more like the story of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio! Tang Cheng didn't know why the two of them were like this. Maybe it was because they were far away from their hometown that he completely lifted the burden in his heart, maybe it was such a night, such a bright moon river that completely freed him from all constraints. In short, he did it naturally when it was time to do that. During this period, his hands even reacted faster than his brain. Naturally, yes, it was natural!

I don’t know how long it took. The sound of the fishing boats in the distance came faintly with the night wind, urging the few people to go back. Hearing this sound, Tang Cheng looked up at the full moon and sighed inexplicably. At this moment, Ling Yi’s sigh was superimposed with his sigh. The two things were superimposed, making the originally extremely faint regret and reluctance in the sigh become more and more clear.

They looked at each other again and smiled. The two stopped and turned around at the same time. They walked around from each other. This tacit understanding was like they had trained together countless times.

After returning to the Clipper where Ling Yi was on the board, Tang Cheng let go of Ling Yi's hand, as natural as when he started to reach out to hold it. Then the two of them asked nothing as if they had a tacit understanding until Tang Cheng and Wu Yujun returned to their ship.

In Ling Yi's cabin, the maid in apricot clothes knelt down and helped the master untied her hair and combed her hair. She could no longer help it, "Sir, you...he..."

"I don't know, nor do I know, maybe... this is the God-friendship!" Ling Yi said vaguely. The man had already lie down. Seeing that the little maid in the apricot clothes was about to say something, she simply waved her hand, "There is a true meaning here, I have forgotten to say it if you want to distinguish it! This is not the poem you just learned! Not everything in this world can be clearly stated. Okay, I'm tired, you go to bed too." When she said the last sentence, Ling Yi seemed to have returned to her usual appearance.

Seeing that his master was like this, Qingxing didn't dare to ask any more. But when he turned around and left the cabin, he said softly: "Sir, do you want me to ask where the ship will be heading?"

"You have to ask me if I don't know? Who made you troublesome?" At this point, Qing Xing didn't dare to say a word, and bowed and retreated out of the cabin.

After Tang Cheng returned, he had to disturb him for a while, but like what happened today, it was impossible to explain clearly. A special thing happened to a specific person in a specific environment. The momentary spiritual intersection was like the legendary love at first sight in later generations. Not only did others be confused, but the parties involved could not explain clearly what was going on when they wanted to say it.

After disturbing for a while, Wu Yujun went to bed, perhaps saying that he was about to arrive in Yangzhou. He had gone out of fire in the afternoon and didn't bother much at night, which indirectly made Tang Cheng able to have a good night's sleep.

When Tang Cheng woke up the next morning, he found that the fast ship Ling Yi was sitting on had left at some point. He looked at the red rising sun in the distance, and then thought about the things that happened last night, it became more and more like the imagined story of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio.

The boat owner was sent to the next few days. After the initial freshness, Tang Cheng spent the rest of his time reading books, except for occasionally looking at Jing'er. His experience at Master Yan's last time was deeply stimulating to him.

I left the boat to take the boat to the entrance, and a few days later, the trip finally reached the beginning and Yangzhou arrived.

Yangzhou is located in the lower reaches of the Huai River. Not far from the east, it is the sea. It connects to the sea and the Grand Canal, which connects north and south. Its special geographical location makes Yangzhou the most important shopping port city during the Sui and Tang Dynasties, and it also makes it famous all over the world.

The prosperity of Yangzhou is coming, and the prosperity of Yangzhou is real. This can be seen from the turmoil on the wharf. When I arrived at the wharf and walked all the way to the city, Tang Cheng's feeling was similar to the feeling of later generations visiting Shanghai City. There were many people and many cars. Compared with the city in front of me, Jinzhou, which was originally quite large, was like a countryside. But Tang Cheng had traveled through time in later generations, and there were more big cities, so he was not as surprised as Wu Yujun thought.

"This is the most popular in Persian Hu, Yangzhou, that... Look at the black-brown man in the overseas South Kunlun. If you are interested, you can buy two Kunlun slaves. These guys have no other skills. The water is really good; look at the Brahmin with half of their shoulders." Walking all the way to the city, Wu Yujun pointed and introduced the Fankes passing by to Tang Cheng. "This is from the Lion Kingdom, the Dashi Kingdom. These two are interesting. One looks like the Baiman. The other looks like the Chiman. Why did they actually walk into the Yizier? Well... The Gu Tang Kingdom, the fuck he must have come from the Gu Tang Kingdom."

When Tang Cheng later studied Du's poems, he also read Du Fu's poem "Shanghu farewell to Yangzhou, recalling the ancient post tower of Xiling". In addition, he had read some other information, and he also knew that during the Tang Dynasty, there were a large number of Hu people who settled here in Yangzhou and Guangzhou, such as in Guangzhou, which was not as popular as Yangzhou in the Tang Dynasty. In the late Tang Dynasty, there were no less than 100,000 Hu people who settled here, so they had to set up a special arch area for their residence and management.

Tang Cheng grew up in a provincial capital city in his later generations, and after graduation, he even went to foreign subsidiaries. Foreigners had seen a lot of foreigners, so he didn't have much surprise except for making him sigh that there was such a city in the Tang Dynasty.

The listener reacted so, and Wu Yujun, who was the interpreter, gradually lost his energy and finally gave up pointing at the Hu people. It was not until he saw Tang Cheng sniffing. He was excited and laughed a little, "Don't smell it, this is the smell of spices. And the dryness is the smell of porcelain. There are nearly 10,000 shops of all sizes in Yangzhou City, of which 30% are spice shops, 30% are porcelain shops, and as for the other 30% I don't say Ah Cheng, you should know, right?"

"Silk!" As the most famous Shanggang city, spices are the largest imported product, but since there is porcelain in the export, how can there be no silk? Sure enough, after Tang Cheng answered, Wu Yujun laughed and nodded.

In Yangzhou City, there are Zicheng and Luocheng. On the upper ring of Shugang, there is a deep shady land and curved Zicheng, which is the location of military and political organs, and Luocheng under Shugang is the residence of the people and merchants.

After inspecting the office at Donghuamen, Tang Cheng officially entered this orderly city separated by three canal channels and land roads.

A ten-mile long street with a full street, watching the gods on the Yueming Bridge. Tang Cheng and his group walked to the most prosperous place in Yangzhou City. Finally, according to Wu Yujun's instructions, they visited an inn not far from Yueming Bridge.

"This area is the most prosperous area in Yangzhou. This inn is also the largest inn in Yangzhou. You have just seen the inn. There are only one large area here. There are more than 100 rooms alone. There is also a restaurant next to it. There are restaurants and tram behind it. As long as you have money, you don't have to go out after you stay in this inn. It's very convenient to ask for information." At this point, Wu Yujun smacked his tongue: "It's really weird. There are many big shops that make money in Yangzhou City, but almost all the owners behind it are Persian Hu."

After completing the procedures on the cabinet, Tang Cheng followed Wu Yujun's nagging and entered the inn with the lead. The inn was indeed big. There were many houses and many customers on four buildings built around the patio.

"I saw it. Walking back from the gatehouse in the south is a tray. After going there, you will know Jinzhou..." Wu Yujun was talking here with an excited look on his face, and heard a person not far away greeting, "Isn't this Brother Wu? Why did he come to Yangzhou?"

"Oh, it's Brother Lin. You've also arrived in Yangzhou. Fortunately, I'll be lucky!" Tang Cheng walked over with Wu Yujun who was greeting loudly. He saw that "Brother Lin" in his mouth was a slightly fat middle-aged man in his forties. He was dressed in a delicate manner, especially the two beards on his face were even smoothed with sesame oil. The oily light was visible and meticulous.

"It's not for the tung oil business, but for the economic business, isn't it just the hard work of doing business?" Brother Lin picked Hu Shaoer with his long nails on his tail finger, "Did Brother Wu come for this too?"

"I came to Yangzhou mainly to buy some tea goods." As soon as Wu Yujun said this, Tang Cheng couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Who could believe this after hearing this? Sure enough, Brother Lin's brows raised, but he didn't say anything, just smiled and said, "It just so happened that Brother Yu had booked a banquet in the front hall. The banquet was all the tung oil merchants from my Shandong East. It was better to catch it than to catch it. Brother Wu and this one..."

"Oh, this is my cousin Tang Cheng, who ate the yamen rice. This trip came to deliver official documents together."

"Okay, Brother Wu and Brother Tang come together to take advantage of the fun. After all, everyone comes out of the east road of Shannan, haha!" Brother Lin bowed to Tang Cheng with his fists, "That's all, Brother Wu, you go and wash first. See you at Qiantang Age, the front hall wine shop."

"Who is this person? He looks quite arrogant."

"The largest tung oil merchant in Shandong East Road, Lin Minglin, is so arrogant!" Wu Yujun walked into the guest room and explained to Tang Cheng in a low voice: "His uncle is this one in our road."

Tang Cheng looked at Wu Yujun's raised thumbs up, "This way of observing Lord Lin Baiyu?"

"Who else is considered this except him in our Shandong East?" Wu Yujun's face disappeared from the joy of his finger hooking the railing just now. "As soon as we arrived, we hit him, which sign..."

Tang Cheng had great hopes for this business. He couldn't help feeling a little depressed after hearing about Lin Ming's origin, but he had always been tough and did not show his face. "Let's go and have a look after it, Shandong Dongdao said it was big or small, and it might not be possible that he could eat it in one bite?"

After entering the room and settled down, Tang Cheng washed up and went to the front hall with Wu Yujun.

Qiantang Pavilion is a big ace pavilion. In addition to the place where the mats are placed, there is also a large group of big ones. It is probably a place for the amusing Kabuki. Because it is big, even though there are seven or eight people sitting in the ace pavilion, it is not crowded.

Tang Cheng and the others arrived last, and this was a turbulent exchange of greetings. After Lin Ming's introduction, the person sitting in the Accord was indeed a big tung oil merchant from the eastern states of Shandong Province. The fat man in the Satin shirt with a character named Fu and disagrees with the two of them with his expression should be the owner of Wanfulai Tung Oil Shop in Jinzhou. When he came just now, Tang Cheng heard Wu Yujun say that this person was originally the butler of the General Mansion in Zhongzhen, Jinzhou. With such a connection, Tang Cheng was not surprised by his coldness towards him.
Chapter completed!