Dressed as the master of a sickly tyrant

chapter 37

As soon as the words fell, a man in black appeared beside Nan Cangming out of thin air, and respectfully knelt down on one knee and saluted: "See you, little master."

"Exemption."

Nan Cangming waved his hand.

"Thank you little master."

"Did Master ask me any news?" Nan Cangming asked cautiously, full of hope.

"This subordinate doesn't know."

An Qi said: "The order received by this subordinate is to secretly protect the little master, and if there is a situation, fly the pigeon to pass the letter to the right guardian."

Nan Cangming was obviously disappointed that he didn't get the answer he wanted.

Baizhi and the six died because of him, so the master will definitely hate him.

But I still couldn't help asking: "Oh, how is Master doing recently, is there any news?"

"This subordinate doesn't know, and this subordinate dare not ask about the Palace Master's affairs."

"Oh."

Nan Cangming said indifferently: "Can you send a letter to Master?"

"The right protector will give the letter to the palace master, and the little master can just write it and hand it over to his subordinates?" An Qi said respectfully.

Nan Cangming got up and went back to the barracks to study ink. He had a lot of things he wanted to say to his master, and he wrote a whole page.

After remembering that it was Feige who passed on the letter, he put it under the candle and burned it.

It took a long time to write down: put your heart on the bright moon, and let the shadow flow into your arms.

Each stroke is extremely pious, as if to pour all the thoughts into the tip of the pen.

After writing the paper, hand it over to Dark Seven, and let Dark Seven fly pigeons to send it over immediately.

After the letter was sent, Nan Cangming became more and more uneasy. Will Master reply to him after receiving the letter?

Yue Hanyan once said: Master, because I have suffered too much, I hope I will not disturb Master again.

Maybe it's like what the concubine mother said, she is a disaster from the sky, and no one who has anything to do with her will end well.

Bai Zhi and the others died, and Master was also punished in prison because of his own poisoning. How did such a delicate Master survive those bloody instruments of torture?

Nan Cangming didn't dare to think about it anymore, he was afraid that if he continued to think about it, he would really lose his mind and go crazy.

For several days, Nan Cangming spent nervously waiting for a reply.

After receiving the letter from Fei Ge, Yue Hanyan saw that it was not important news marked red, so she casually handed it to Chu Haozhi.

Chu Haozhi was busy with the talk meeting half a month later, and he was in the dark all day long without touching the ground.

Hearing that Yue Hanyan said that it was not important news, he put it on the bookshelf and went to prepare for the seminar again.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and finally the talk meeting was ushered in.

As the proud disciple of Elder Qi Ge, Chu Haozhi was quite famous in the early years, and he never showed up, and then disappeared for many years, and everyone gradually forgot about him.

Now that Chu Haozhi has returned as an old closed disciple of Qi Ge, he will hold a clear talk meeting to debate with famous people all over the world, attracting a lot of literati, even those who are not interested, come to join in the fun.

After all, he is the master of the two dynasties and the closed disciple of the lord of the literary world. No matter what his status is, it is enough to attract everyone's attention.

On the day of Qingming Festival, a large number of literati gathered at the foot of the mountain behind Wenyuan Pavilion.

Chu Haozhi was wearing a white robe, the sleeves and hem of which were trimmed with gold thread, and he became as agile as a flowing cloud when he moved.

Her long, raven-colored hair was tied up with a simple white jade hairpin, casually revealing a bit of laziness.

A light-colored girdle is tied around the waist, making the waist even more slender. Standing there, it looks like a graceful pine and cypress, exuding a refined and gentle temperament.

There is a meandering creek in the back mountain, and the waterside is full of people at this time.

Holding a fan in his hand, Chu Haozhi walked over calmly, attracting many literati's attention.

When she got to a place, she stopped, and Yue Hanyan ordered the maid to set up the aroma burner, towel smoker cage, wine utensils, curtains, and stag tail.

After Chu Haozhi sat down, Yue Hanyan also sat down beside him.

At this time, a young student with white makeup on his face said: "Dare to ask Brother Hao, what is the nature of human beings?"

Chu Haozhi shook his fan and said slowly, "All people, regardless of whether they are high or low, rich or poor, wise or stupid, have a spiritual conscience."

As soon as Chu Haozhi said this, students kept getting up to refute.

"But the master once said that food and sex are also sexual.

I don't know how to explain it? "

Chu Haozhi smiled slightly: "Isn't this referring to human nature? The use of color clearly refers to humans rather than animals.

Because animals are called estrous, not lustful. "

"Birds and beasts only seek to satisfy their predation, but human appetite is not only for survival. Didn't Confucius say that he never tires of fine food and fine meat?"

"Then how does Haozhi think that the only permanent thing in the world is change?"

"Most good things are not firm, and colorful clouds are easy to scatter and glass is brittle.

Perhaps, friends will leave, lovers will become strangers, and beauties will grow old, but the sacrifices and efforts made by everyone to maintain a beautiful relationship are eternal and indelible. "

"In other words, trying to make people around you happy is itself a pursuit of eternity."

Chu Haozhi spoke unhurriedly, but his eyes looked into the distance through the crowd, and he sighed leisurely, as if he thought of someone, he thought of the boy who clamored to warm his bed in the cold winter.

"Brother Hao's thoughts are really lofty, and he is worthy of being the disciple of Elder Qi Ge! I am not talented, but I have a question and I want to ask Haozhi."

"Confucius attaches great importance to the name, and if the name is not right, the words will not go well.

However, "Lu Lan" believes that the value of things is real, and the so-called good swords can't be expected to be broken; "

"How should we scholars deal with it?" A young student asked sincerely.

Nowadays, most of the talk is about the philosophy of Lao Zhuang and Zhuangzi, but this scholar is uncharacteristically talking about names and facts, which really makes Chu Haozhi admire.

If scholars can take helping the world as their own responsibility and abandon those unrealistic empty talk, the Nanchen Dynasty will definitely take on a new look.

Chu Haozhi smiled from the bottom of his heart since the talk: "A good sword can last a long time but not a scorpion; a good horse can run a thousand miles but not a horse.

Don't you see, those who have a false name will never be able to touch success at a distance, and those who pursue reality will eventually win the laurel crown despite the difference between heaven and earth. "

"The pursuit of reality is a noble quality, not everyone can do it.

It needs the perseverance not to bend down for five buckets of rice; it needs the courage to be able to break the eyebrows and bend the waist to serve the powerful and make me unhappy; The chaste and elegant Zhuoqing lotus is not a demon. "

"However, as Mr. Zhuge said, if you are calm and indifferent, you will naturally be able to be peaceful in your heart and indifferent to your name, so as to realize your own life value, and you deserve it."

As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of applause from around.

Chu Haozhi cupped his hands to his surroundings and smiled faintly.

The clear talk lasted for several days before it ended. In just a few days, Chu Haozhi's reputation had spread throughout the Nanchen Dynasty.

It has become a topic that everyone talks about after dinner, and it has also become the dream lover of many girls in their spring boudoir.

At nightfall, Chu Haozhi was standing on the bluestone steps outside Wenyuan Pavilion looking at the sunset glow in the sky, when a gust of cool wind blew up and messed up his long hair.

The news that the second prince of the Huns ascended the throne by virtue of the two tricks given by Chu Haozhi also spread, and the name Chu Haozhi was passed on for a while, and the limelight was unparalleled.

The moon is gradually rising, and it is a crescent.

The sea has its end, the moon has its waxing and waning, and there is a shortage in the world, who can make up for it?

After being in this world for many years, I finally found someone I like, but because of my indulgence, I caused others to lose their lives...

Chu Haozhi stopped thinking about it, and went back to the study to see the news that Yue Hanyan sent over on the table a while ago.

Take it out and unfold it, and the handsome and powerful words read: entrust your heart to the bright moon, and let your shadow flow into your arms.

It can be seen that the writer is extremely devout, and every stroke and painting is full of thoughts.

Such a straightforward confession made Chu Haozhi feel shy for a while, the tips of his ears were dyed a light pink, and his heart beat faster, which was a long-lost heartbeat.