Records of the Lost Cases of Helaitang in the Ming Dynasty

Spring is not a day for reading.

Spring has been springing for days, and students in the dormitory have gone out for spring outings in Wushan to see the lush spring trees, paint boats and listen to the lingering drizzle. Many of them even skipped classes with excuses.

When the gentlemen saw that they had spent so much effort but the students did not appreciate it, they felt frustrated and gave up on themselves and felt sorry for themselves. A thousand words can be summed up in one sentence: if the young ones don’t work hard and the elders do the teaching, the gentlemen’s lectures will become weak.

Wang Heng never dared to skip school. Those classmates who skipped class were rich and only knew how to spend money. However, they also yearned for wandering and playing in their hearts, so they fell asleep and got half the result with twice the effort.

At noon, Zhaifu came to report that Mr. Zhang Wu from Taicang had come to check on Wang Heng on the orders of his eldest relative. He was waiting in the Wu Palace Teahouse diagonally opposite the main entrance of Ziyang Academy to invite Wang Heng. Go out and meet each other.

Mr. Zhang Wu, Wang Heng then thought about it, it was probably Zhang Xiru, so he straightened his clothes and hurried out.

At the door of the teahouse, an old servant in gray clothes stood. Seeing Wang Heng wearing the blue robe of Ziyang Academy, he came up to greet him and said, "May I ask if he is the seventh master Wang? Our fifth master is waiting in the private room on the second floor."

Wang Heng nodded, and the old servant led him towards the inner room.

When he arrived at the private room, there was no one inside. Wang Heng looked around and saw a young man standing under the east window, staring blankly at the Baoen Temple Tower in front of him.

The old servant reported: "Fifth Master, the Seventh Young Master Wang has arrived."

The young master turned around, raised his eyebrows towards Wang Heng and smiled slightly.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Xiru is so young. He is 27 or [-] years old. He is tall and tall, handsome and handsome. He is dressed in an azure cloth robe of an ordinary scholar. His appearance and charm are somewhat similar to Mr. Wei. Mr. Wei is free and unrestrained, while Mr. Zhang Overflowing with heroism.

Wang Heng lifted his robe and was about to prostrate himself. Zhang Xiru quickly held him up, not daring to accept his great gift, and said with a smile: "Qi Lang, please get up. It must be the elder of the pavilion who asked you to worship me, but Yuan Weng forgot that I was in my hometown in the early years." , Yuan Weng has already accepted me as a registered disciple, how can I be so shameless as your husband, you and I should be worthy of each other as brothers."

After some discussion, they decided to call Zhang Xiru brother like a member of the family, and Zhang Xiru called Wang Hengqilang.

Wang Heng said: "Where will Brother Xiru stay in Gusu City?"

Zhang Xiru said: "This time I took leave from the official department to return to my hometown to bury my relatives. My deceased mother has been buried now. Several of our friends from Xingshe gathered in Gusu to hold the Tiger Hill Conference. I am temporarily staying at Wang's house in Guoxiang. Garden, Qirou can come and live with me if you want, but I am busy with social affairs, so I may not be able to take care of you."

Wang Heng said: "I am doing well in the academy and my daily life is very convenient."

Zhang Xiru nodded and said: "That's good, the days are long. We will spend time together in Nanjing Imperial College in the second half of the year. Three days later, Qi Lang must come to Qianrenshi to attend the Tiger Hill Conference. I will introduce you to a few friends, Chen Dazun and Wu Zhuting. Of them, Dazun is a few years older than you, and he is generous and generous, so you will definitely like him."

Wang Heng had heard that Chen Dazun and Wu Zhuting were the other two of the Three Phoenixes of Wu Clan, so it would be a good thing to be able to make friends with them.

After chatting for a while, Zhang Xiru asked Wang Heng to go back to the academy. It was time to attend classes in the afternoon.

The two of them walked out of the Wu Palace Teahouse. Zhang Xiru watched Wang Heng walk towards the academy. Wang Heng walked a few steps. Looking back, he saw Zhang Xiru was distracted looking at the Baoen Temple Tower in the distance, so he stepped back and said with a smile: "Brother Xiru, are you interested in the Baoen Temple Tower? Let me go shopping with my brother tomorrow."

Zhang Xiru looked sad and said: "This Pagoda of Baoen Temple was built by Sun Zhongmou's mother Wu Guotai. When I saw the tower, I thought of my deceased mother. My biological mother was my father's maidservant, so I am the son of a maidservant, but I I'm a boy, but others don't dare to bully me too much. Many dirty and dirty things were done to my biological mother. She suffered so much and died at a young age."

Wang Heng was silent for a long time and said: "The late Madam can be awarded a posthumous title, which finally comforts her spirit in heaven."

Zhang Xiru took a deep look at Wang Heng and said, "So, I want to make the world a better place." Wang Heng nodded approvingly and said, "Very good, I think so too."

Say goodbye again.

Wang Heng is already looking forward to the Tiger Hill Conference.

Three days later, the sky was clear and the scenery was beautiful.

After dinner early in the morning, Wang Heng hired Qing Donkey to go to Huqiu alone to attend the meeting because Li Xiucai asked him to run errands for Wang Cai's elementary school class today.

Arriving at Huqiu before noon, he led the green donkey to a resting pavilion at the foot of the mountain. Wang Heng climbed up the steps, only to see an endless stream of scholars dressed as scholars rushing towards the mountain.

By the time they reached Qianren Stone, hundreds of people had gathered.

Everyone surrounded Zhang Xiru like stars holding the moon in their arms. Zhang Xiru spoke eloquently and convinced everyone.

Seeing Wang Heng's arrival, Zhang Xiru pulled him into the inner circle and introduced the leaders of Xingshe to him one by one.

Wang Heng was dizzy due to the loud noise. He seemed to remember that Chen Dazun was a handsome and heroic young master, while Wu Zhuting was a short and fat man. Besides, there were too many people, and they all nodded and bowed in salute, so he couldn't remember who was who.

There were only two scholars, and Wang Heng was deeply impressed by them. One was a handsome young man named Yang Ai, a few years older than Wang Heng, and the other was a young scholar named Huang Jiiling, who was about the same age as Zhang Xiru. These two, one You could tell by looking at it that it was a woman disguised as a man, but no one could tell.

The conference officially started in the afternoon, and Wang Heng sat down next to Qianrenshi.

First, the leader of the society was elected, and Zhang Xiru was the one who took the lead.

In addition, the leaders and deputy leaders of various regions were elected. Wang Heng listened for a while and only heard a familiar name, Li Xugu, the deputy leader of Wu County. Could it be Li Xiucai from the Plum Blossom Festival?
Zhang Xiru expounded on the purpose of establishing a society, which was to discuss knowledge and sharpen one's character. Then he registered the list with fellow scholars. There were so many people there that it was not over until dusk.

Wang Heng felt dizzy and dizzy. Seeing that Zhang Xiru was very busy, he wanted to leave on his own.

I saw an acquaintance coming in front of me. He was the young Jianghu man who had appeared in Yuan Shan Chang Jing Yizhai that day. He cupped his fists towards Wang Heng and said, "Sir Wang Qi, my sworn brother invites you to go to the horse-resting pavilion at the foot of Huqiu Mountain to meet you." See."

"Who is your adopted brother?" Wang Heng met many people today and couldn't remember their faces at all.

The young man smiled and said: "My adopted brother is Li Xugu and Li Xiucai. He said that if I give my name, the Seventh Young Master Wang will definitely go."

Wang Heng nodded slightly and said seriously: "Please lead the way."

It was an easy walk down the mountain and we soon reached the Xiema Pavilion.

A familiar figure came inside, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and a strong figure. Now, he had a bit of a bookish air.

Wang Heng looked at him blankly and said, "Ah, so you are here."