Chapter 147 Pingshan Hall

"The most beautiful place in Yangzhou is the security river." He Zhaoyi's little mouth kept moving, and the words were beaded: "The river is tortuous, and it is beautiful and colorful. There are many interesting places, such as the long embankment spring willows, the four bridges smoke and rain, the big rainbow bridge, the twenty-four bridges, the exquisite flower world, Xichuntai, the stone wall flowing, the quiet fragrance book house, etc. Let's go to play together, okay?"

(The security river here is the thin West Lake of later generations. The thin West Lake is the name of the Qing Dynasty.)

Zhang Yang heard that he had a big head. After wandering around this place, he would definitely not be able to do it without ten days and half a month. He still had a lot of things to do. How could he accompany this young lady who was idle all day to do these things.

"Tao Yi, don't you want to climb high on the Double Ninth Festival? Since it's the Double Ninth Festival, let's climb up to enjoy the scenery. What's the Great Hongqiao, the Twenty-four Bridge, and the Jingxiang Bookstore? We can all have a panoramic view. How about it? Zhang Yang said gently.

He Zhaoyi did not answer. He stood in the bow of the boat and looked at the willows on both sides. Everything in front of him became more and more familiar. Yangzhou was coming soon.

"If you climb high, the Pingshan Hall on the west side of Daming Temple is a good place. Sitting on this hall, the mountains in the south of the Yangtze River are vivid in the eyes, as if it is flat as the hall. It's just..." He Zhaoyi moved the corners of his mouth and said these words reluctantly.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Pingshan Hall was built by Ouyang Xiu in the previous dynasty. Now it has been abandoned. Many people miss the previous dynasty, so although it is a ruin here, many people go to pay tribute to ancient and modern times."

The Southern Song Dynasty has long been extinct, but the Yuan Dynasty was brutal, so many people still have the previous dynasty in mind. Ouyang Xiu was once the governor of Yangzhou. He built this hall, looking far into the distance, wandering around, and writing poems for scholars, doctors and literati. Therefore, this place has also become a thorn in the side of the Yuan Dynasty. Over time, it has been abandoned.

Ouyang Xiu? Zhang Yang is very familiar with this name. When he was in school, he memorized a lot of his masterpieces.

"Last year's New Year's Eve, the flower market was as bright as the day. The willows on the moon, people make an appointment after dusk.

On New Year's Eve this year, the moon and the lights are still the same. I didn't see last year's people, and the sleeves of spring shirts were full of tears. Zhang Yang casually recited the song Sheng Cha Zi.

After reciting it, I found that it was so quiet around me? He Zhaoyi opened his eyes wide and looked at Zhang Yang with a look of worship.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Yang was puzzled: "Is there a word on my face?"

"Brother Shicheng, I thought you were just an ordinary martial artist, but I didn't expect you to know so much!" He Zhaoyi seems to have a feeling of finding a bosom friend. She has received a good education since she was a child. All kinds of poems are catchy, but her favorite song is Sheng Chazi.

"The willows on the moon, after dusk. Brother Shicheng, next year's Lantern Festival, let's go to Dadu to enjoy the lanterns. It is said that the lantern festival in Dadu is very lively, and there are also lantern fans. He Zhaoyi's face was full of excitement.

Come on, why are you even booked for the Lantern Festival next year? At that time, I didn't know where I was, but I couldn't agree.

"This, Zhaoyi, let's go to Pingshan Hall first." Zhang Yang said.

He Zhaoyi woke up from his longing. Yes, Brother Shicheng is Sister Han's. How can he make an appointment with others after dusk? Unconsciously, her heart was sour. Although she had been avoiding thinking about this problem, she could not avoid it.

"Stop the boat in front!" He Zhaoyi said.

"Aren't we going to the inland river to exchange salt first?" Zhang Yang asked puzzledly.

"I'm very relieved of your brothers. Let them go. Let's get off the boat from here and get closer to Pingshan Hall." He Zhaoyi said.

"Miss..." Xiao Ai shouted in the back.

"Xiao Ai, you go back with the salt boat and tell your eldest brother that I will go back at night." He Zhaoyi looked calm.

If she goes back, the eldest brother will definitely come out, and now, she just wants to seize this period of time and be with him. From the beginning to now, she seldom rests and always follows him. Even if she doesn't talk, even if she just sees him, she is satisfied.

He Zhaoyi's heart, Zhang Yang doesn't know how to do it. A young lady has such affection for herself. Zhang Yang really doesn't know what to do.

In modern times, Zhang Yang once chased several girls and failed. Unexpectedly, when he came back here, he killed the peach blossoms. Now Liu Ruohan, what's the matter with him? They are all such beautiful girls. It's impossible for Zhang Yang to say that he can't move his heart, but he already has a marriage contract with Ruohan, so he is always in Ruohan. The distance between the ground and He Zhaoyi.

However, he was a little overwhelmed to see He Zhaoyi so infatuated. Subconsciously, he wants to get into Feifei again. This man will inevitably have a trace of inconcentricity.

The salt boat stopped on the shore. He Zhaoyi jumped off the boat quickly and stepped back to the land of Yangzhou again. Moreover, he was happy to be with him.

"Come down quickly, what are you looking at?" He Zhaoyi shouted, the long white dress was like a fairy in the sun.

"Okay." Zhang Yang had to follow. You go to deliver salt first. Wait for me for a few hours, and I'll be back when it's dark at the latest.

The brothers on the ship looked at Zhang Yang without saying anything, but their eyes were extremely envious.

Zhang Yang sighed secretly in his heart. If there was a leak among them, he would run to Ruohan and say that he would be in trouble.

"Brother Shicheng, hurry up!" He Zhaoyi, like a gust of wind, has drifted to the distance.

Zhang Yang had to keep up quickly.

"Chaoyi, didn't you say that Pingshan Hall is very close to here? Why have you come so far and haven't arrived yet? Zhang Yang has a feeling of being deceived.

Of course, that's very... far away. Pingshan Hall is in the northwest of Yangzhou City, and it is still in the eastern suburbs of Yangzhou City. Even if you take a horse-drawn carriage, it will take an hour. However, this will make you feel more. If you arrive without two steps, can you call it Taqiu? Autumn is used to step on.

He Zhaoyi has a sense of satisfaction. She stepped on the green grass under her feet, sucked the breath of autumn, and walked with Mr. Zhang, walking together. The beautiful scenery was everywhere, and she was relaxed and happy.

Zhang Yang's mood is different, as if he was in a hurry to pee, but he was on the bus and couldn't go to the toilet. This feeling was very unpleasant.

When he looked at He Zhaoyi's happy appearance, he knew that this little girl must have slandered herself.

"Thaoyi, let's hire a carriage to go to Pingshan Hall." Zhang Yang said.

If the road is far away, then take a taxi. Anyway, I have money now. Why do I always take the No. 11 bus?

He Zhaoyi withdrew her interested eyes and stared at Zhang Yang: "Brother Shicheng, don't you think it's a warm atmosphere to play with me in this environment? We are stepping on the autumn, not on the way. If you are so absent-minded again, I will be unhappy.

That little mouth pouted, with a special amorous feelings, Zhang Yang had to give up.

"In front of it is the famous 24 Bridge in Yangzhou." He Zhaoyi said.

"Twenty-four bridges? Are there 24 bridges? Zhang Yang asked.

"These twenty-four bridges are just a bridge. For example, thirty-six strategies. If walking is the best strategy, are there thirty-six strategies?" He Zhaoyi looked at Zhang Yang with a smile.

"Then why is it called Twenty-four Bridge, not Twenty-three Bridge, or Twenty-five Bridge?" I just said that I was like an idiot. Of course, I have to quibble and see how he answered.

"This, that's really what I said. Brother Shicheng, the origin of this twenty-four bridge can be traced back to a thousand years ago. At that time, Emperor Yang's cruise ship of the Sui Dynasty arrived here. When he saw a small bridge, he casually asked, "What kind of bridge is this?" The eunuchs said they didn't know. At this time, a favorite concubine said, 'Let me name it, just call it 23 Bridge.' Because there are twenty-three princesses and concubines on the cruise ship, called twenty-three Jiao, and the rhyme of 'Jiao' and 'Bridge' is the same, and the right half is the same. However, after listening to the reason why the favorite concubine said, a eunuch reported to the emperor and said that there were twenty-four Jiao on the ship

Do you know why?

"There is a concubine who is pregnant." Zhang Yang said that this kind of brain teasers is too bad to test himself. However, it is a blessing for Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty to have so many wives. No, it should be said that which one is the emperor is ** Jiali three thousand, and there are too few 24 bridges.

He Zhaoyi didn't know that Zhang Yang had thought of this. Her question was difficult for many people, and Brother Shicheng actually guessed it all of a sudden, which made He Zhaoyi feel that this brother Shicheng was simply a god.

"After crossing the twenty-four bridges and heading north, we can go to Daming Temple." He Zhaoyi said.

"Aren't we going to Pingshan Hall? Why did you go to Daming Temple again? I don't ask God to worship Buddha. I'm an atheist and don't believe in any religion. Zhang Yang said.

"Looking at your nervousness, I didn't ask you to shave your head as a monk." He Zhaoyi said, "Pingshan Hall is on the west side of Daming Temple. If you don't go to Daming Temple, how can you go to Pingshan Hall?"

Oh, so it is.

Shugang is a treasure of dragon veins in Yangzhou. It stretches in the northern suburbs of Yangzhou. The upper three hills are called Dongfeng, Zhongfeng, and Beifeng respectively. Daming Temple is built above the center front. Under the hill is the security lake (that is, the thin West Lake of later generations).

Zhang Yang was very injured. He just wanted to accompany He Zhaoyi to enjoy the scenery. Even if he had completed the task, he didn't expect that this trip, from the east of Yangzhou, to the west of the city, and then to the north of the city, he turned all the scenery of Yangzhou. He blamed himself for not having no geographical knowledge. He didn't know where Pingshan Hall was. Otherwise, he would not be Zhaoyi led the group around like walking a dog.

Stepping on the steps of the blue stone, he came to Pingshan Hall step by step.

This place has long been abandoned and a dilapidated scene, but under the thick spider silk, the whole bright red hall is still quiet and simple. On the stone shed outside, the vines have already crawled all over the ground. The ancient vines are staggered and the bananas are fat. In the middle of the hall, there are still three golden iron characters "Pingshan Hall" hanging high.

"Brother Shicheng, let's go there, and we can have a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery there." He Zhaoyi said.

This side is blocked by the hall. If you pass through it, it should be clearer. Zhang Yang followed He Zhaoyi.

Sure enough, the eyes are suddenly bright, full of green, surrounded by trees, the breeze is gentle, refreshing; the lake below is winding and winding, simple and colorful; looking south, the hills of the south of the Yangtze River are stacked, hidden mountains, and the country is picturesque.

This feeling of enjoying the rivers and mountains makes Zhang Yang feel comfortable.

Suddenly, I felt something strange in my hand. A soft little hand, I don't know when, has touched my own hand.

Zhang Yang wanted to pull out his hand, but he couldn't stop.

"Alas, I didn't expect that the flower world of our Han people is now occupied by the Hu captives. The mountains and rivers are broken, and the country is broken and the family is destroyed. It's painful, painful!" A voice said as if no one was left.

(After two o'clock this afternoon, I made a recommendation. There are still three updates today, starting tomorrow, two updates every day. My reputation is the best, and I have never updated less. When I say it, it is my promise that will never change. There is only more and more, and there is no debt. During this period, there are as little as six or seven thousand and eight or nine thousand, which makes me really tired, because I have to go to work and work. I have to work for at least seven or eight hours a day. Thank you, readers. With great support, I finally shouted: Do you have any recommendation tickets?)