The three of them entered a restaurant. The houses here were very old and probably a few years old, but the prices of wine and side dishes were not low. This is Chang'an. On the wooden platform inside, there was a half-old Xu girl singing with a pipa. Although she sang in a straight voice, she had no color, so that most of the diners present chatted and few went to listen to her singing.

Su Jin and others were no exception. They just turned their heads and looked at them, and then gave up their seats. Finally, Su Jin sat down at the door. After a while, a tea doctor came up, poured a few cups of tea and said, "Cheer, wait, the friend will come to greet you soon." Sure enough, a smiling guy came. Su Jin said he wanted to be a party, so he asked them to serve a few dishes and a pot of good wine.

Butcher Wen talked about the scene and thought about finding the topic, but asked Su Jin about the name before, but Su Jin refused after a chance meeting. Now Butcher Wen couldn't continue asking, so he said to the old Taoist sitting opposite him: "Can the Taoist priest really meet each other and knows the luck of people?"

The old Taoist smiled and rubbed a beard on his chin, and said mysteriously: "If you believe, you have it; if you don't believe, you won't."

Wen Butcher smiled and said, "In this way, you will either have wealth or literary luck if you don't see anyone?"

"Of course not." The old Taoist said, "When I was staying in Handan, I met a young student who went to Beijing to take the exam, called Lu Sheng. He failed the exam many times. He was already poor and destitute at that time, wearing a short robbery. I saw that Lu Sheng had no luck in literature, so I advised him not to take the exam again."

Su Jin said: "The current imperial examination system is different from the past. If Lu Sheng is still there, he might pass the exam after studying hard for two years."

Butcher Wen remembered that he had failed the exam several times before his family was defeated, so he sighed with emotion: "The Taoist priest can't persuade him."

The old Taoist smiled and said, "You both said it well. What people want in their lives is nothing but to betray the family and glorify their ancestors. They think that success can make a fortune and be worthy of this life. Apart from this fame and fortune, nothing else is important. So just a few words of advice is not enough, but I have a magic weapon."

Su Jin nodded slightly, thinking that although the old Taoist was a monk, he still had some experience of the world. Fame, fortune and wealth are often called common things in the scholars, but how many people can truly let go of this thing? Utilitarianism means status, dignity, wealth and food, etc., so many things that people ask for. Su Jin believes that he can't let go. He has done his best for his self-esteem. If he sees through fame, he still has to rely on others now.

Butcher Wen asked curiously: "What magic weapon is better to take it out and let us have a long experience."

The old Taoist patted a package he carried with him: "A porcelain pillow. When I was in Handan, I lent this pillow to Lu Sheng. Lu Sheng leaned against it and fell asleep. He married a beautiful and gentle wife from the Cui family in Qinghe. He was promoted to the governor of Shaanxi Province and Jingzhao Yin. Finally, he was promoted to the Minister of Revenue and the Censorate, and was appointed Duke of Yan. His five children also had high officials and generous salaries, and married high-ranking families. Lu Sheng had a lot of children and grandchildren, and enjoyed all his glory and wealth. At the age of eighty, he was sick for a long time and could not be cured and finally died. When he died of anger, Lu Sheng woke up in shock, turned around and sat up. When he looked left and right, he saw that everything was the same. I was still sitting next to him. The millet (yellow millet) steamed by the owner was not cooked... Haha, it turned out to be a dream of yellow millet."

After saying this, the old Taoist still picked up a cup of wine and drank it all, sighing: "The glory experienced in life is just like this! A life of grace and humiliation, a life of embarrassment and understanding, the truth of acquisition and loss, the reason for death and life is just like this. Lu Sheng woke up and no longer went to Beijing to take the exam."

After hearing this, Su Jin did not enter the realm of nature. He just thought this matter was quite interesting. When he returned to the court, he could talk to Zhang Shuo. Zhang Shuo really liked to collect and organize these folk anecdotes. For example, the "Green Clothing Messenger" he wrote was very praised when Xue Chongxun had not ascended the throne.

Butcher Wen seemed to have not woken up, shook his head and said, "Why don't Taoist priest lend me the porcelain pillow? I'll try it?"

The old Taoist smiled and said, "You have the luck of literature and will eventually get what you want. Life is like a dream. Since you can have a beautiful dream, why should you borrow my pillow for this more than once?"

The three of them didn't know each other's names, but they chatted happily in this old wine shop, and they didn't enjoy it until dusk. When they parted, Su Jin did not forget to ask the old Taoist's name, but the old Taoist did not refuse, and laughed: "When Mr. I have this question, I am afraid that I will leave my name in the past and the present! After all, I can't escape the burden of fame. Mr. I called me Lu Weng."

The next day, when Su Jin went to court, waiting for the meeting under the locust tree inside and outside, he met Zhang Shuo. Zhang Shuo was from the Zhengshi Hall, and Su Jin was from the cabinet. Most of the time he met him, he would mostly greet each other and rarely talk too much. Today, the two people from different yamen talked happily, almost forgot that the cabinet and the Zhengshi Hall were two mutually restrained yamen. They found a common topic, and Zhang Shuo was really interested in such things.

Even the eunuch Zhang Xiao, who came to pass the imperial edict, was very curious to see this. He saw that the two were talking and laughing, so he listened to Su Jin saying something while he was talking to other ministers after passing the imperial edict. Today, Xue Chongxun did not see the ministers, so he asked the ministers to come and ask the ministers to go back to the yamen to work.

The section Zhang Xiao heard was about borrowing a pillow. After hearing this, it was probably not good to stay in the minister for too long, so he had to go to the greenhouse hall to report. When he saw Xue Chongxun saying the oral order, he mentioned gently: "Zhang Xianggong and Su Shaoshi of the cabinet were having a happy conversation under the locust tree outside the door."

Zhang Xiao was promoted to do internal affairs, often walking among the emperor and ministers, and was so obscene that he also had some knowledge of the political situation. He knew that the cabinet and the Political Affairs Hall were actually two checks and balances. The cabinet and the prime minister were a bit abnormal. Zhang Xiao was also responsible for helping the emperor contact the inner factory yamen and reported the news secretly. At this time, he did not forget to mention the matter of Su Jin, and also wanted to please Xue Chongxun.

"What did they say?" Xue Chongxun asked indeed.

Zhang Xiao roughly told the story he heard. Only in the second half, Lu Sheng had a beautiful dream and gave up the imperial examination. He did not hear the whole story of the first half. Unexpectedly, Xue Chongxun blurted out as soon as he heard it: "The beautiful dream of yellow and beautiful women."

"The emperor created an idiom." Zhang Xiao hurriedly flattered him.

After hearing this, Xue Chongxun remembered that there was no such idiom at this time, and immediately smiled and said, "The source of this idiom will not be with me, but it should be circulated from Zhang Shuo's writing. Last time, Zhang Shuo also wrote an article "The Green Clothing Messenger", which was very well written; this time there is such a good story, he will definitely adapt it into a text and engrave it."

Seeing that Xue Chongxun had heard about the incident and laughed, Zhang Xiao stopped talking about it.

"I gave the word "Huangliang Dream" to Zhang, but I thought of a poem." Xue Chongxun said with great interest.

"Every line of the emperor's poem is a masterpiece of eternal songs, and it will be sung in the world!" Zhang Xiao just slapped the horse's legs. Before Xue Chongxun started writing poems, he started to sing praises. Xue Chongxun was used to this kind of words and didn't care. He stood up from the chair and walked back and forth for a few steps. It seemed that he was really going to write poems. Princess Hezhong, the sister who helped him review the memorials, smiled and took a piece of paper in front of him. He held up the brush on the inkstone in one hand, held his chin in the other hand, and stared at Xue Chongxun with enthusiasm.

After walking a few steps, Xue Chongxun finally "recalled" almost, and then chanted: "The Duke and the Marquis for 40 years are still romantic even if they are dreams. I am now in a down-and-out way in Handan, and I want to borrow a pillow from my husband."

Before Zhang Xiao could praise him, Princess Hezhong laughed first and said, "Brother writes a good poem!" Even Yao Wan on the side also looked meditative, obviously the content of this poem was a bit chewy.

Xue Chongxun became in a good mood. He laughed happily a few times, and when he turned around, he saw that He Zhongzheng wrote down Shimo, he pointed to the paper in front of her and said, "After writing, let Zhang Xiao copy two copies, one for Su Jin and one for Zhang Shuo."

Zhang Xiao quickly followed the order to write the poems from the inner palace to the Southern Yamen. When the ministers thought the emperor had some oral orders, they thought it was a poem. When the ministers were interested, they would write a poem to give it back to the emperor. The atmosphere of the north and south centers today became harmonious.
Chapter completed!