Chapter 119: Qin Hao chases Guo Jia under the moon
"Brother Jinglue, you are going to Yanmen Pass soon, and I, a scholar, can't help you much, so I'll just say goodbye."
Mr. Guo smiled lightly and said goodbye to Wang Meng.
Wang Meng was stunned. He didn't expect that the other party would leave so soon. He was about to persuade him to stay, but Hao Juncheng got ahead of him.
"Mr. Guo, why are you leaving so soon? Why is Yanmen not so well received?" Hao Juncheng stood up in a hurry and said.
Mr. Guo quickly waved his hand and said: "No, no, it's just something urgent at home, so it's really inconvenient to stay for a long time."
Hao Juncheng also knew that what Mr. Guo said was just an excuse, but since Mr. Guo said this, he couldn't force him to stay, so he gave Wang Meng a wink and told him to try to keep Mr. Guo as much as possible.
Wang Meng nodded, but smiled and said to Mr. Guo: "Then I will give it to you, Fengxiao!"
That’s right, Mr. Guo, Wang Meng’s classmate and friend, is none other than the “ghost” Guo Jia and Guo Fengxiao.
When Hao Juncheng saw that Wang Meng was not prepared to keep Guo Jia, he suddenly felt anxious. He was about to say something, but he found that Wang Meng was winking at him, so he held back his words.
After leaving the Prefect's Mansion, Wang Meng and Guo Jia strolled slowly along the streets of Guangwu, chatting with each other as they walked.
"It's hard to imagine that Yanmen, a bitterly cold place, could be managed to be so prosperous. There must be many difficulties involved, right?" Looking at the prosperous street scene of Guangwu, Guo Jia couldn't help but admire from the bottom of his heart. p>
"Yes, I came here two years ago and witnessed with my own eyes that this city has grown to its current size step by step. It is really not easy." Wang Meng sighed with some melancholy: "There were several crises where I was actually prepared to take action.
They helped, but those few crises were finally resolved by Zhicai and Mr. Qin."
"Master Qin?" Guo Jia was stunned for a moment, then asked in a playful tone: "Haha, brother Jinglue, are you so optimistic about that kid Qin Hao?"
"I'm not the only one who is optimistic about my lord, there's also Master Wang. What's more, you are the same!"
With that said, Wang Meng snatched the brocade folding fan from Guo Jia's hand, and when he opened it, he saw three sentences written on it:
Last night, the west wind withered the green trees. I climbed up to the tall building alone and looked across the road to the end of the world.
The belt is getting wider and wider, but I don’t regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of Yi.
The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was in a dimly lit place.
These are three lines from three poems written by Qin Hao during his study tour. Later, Qin Hao excerpted these three lines and called them the "three major realms" of life. This statement is also recognized by most literati.
"Give it back!"
When Guo Jia saw that Wang Meng had snatched away his beloved fan, he became anxious and quickly snatched it back.
"Fengxiao, please explain why your fan has poems written by my lord?" Wang Meng looked at Guo Jia with a faint smile and asked jokingly.
Guo Jia rolled his eyes at Wang Meng and said quibly: "I just admire that boy's literary talent. These three sentences are small words, but they should be used to praise the great vanity of life. They are the lifelong pursuit of the literati of our generation, so what happened to me writing them on the fan! ”
"Just keep your mouth shut. Fengxiao, do you really not consider staying and assisting my lord with me?"
When Guo Jia heard this, he immediately lowered his head and became somewhat silent.
Seeing this, Wang Meng continued to persuade: "You have never been in contact with my lord, so you don't know. Your two personalities are a perfect match together. When the time comes, you will gain not only a wise master, but also a confidant in life." , why not?"
Guo Jia raised his head and said calmly: "Stop trying to persuade Brother Wang, I have my own reasons."
"The defeat of the Yellow Turbans has been doomed for a long time. You can't help but see it, so why bother wading into this muddy water?" Wang Meng advised earnestly.
"Haha, brother Jinglue, you are right. I know it, but I am not willing to accept it. For thousands of years, in the battle between poor families and wealthy families, the wealthy families have always crushed the poor families. Only this time, the poor families have a little bit of success. There is a good chance of winning, but in the end it is estimated that it will inevitably fail."
"Since you know, why don't you stay and assist the lord with me. With my lord's natural talents, and with my two assistants, he will definitely be able to take back the world from the wealthy families in the troubled times in the future."
Guo Jialong looked at the sky in the distance and said with some seriousness: "Everyone has his own path, and this path is chosen by you, Brother Jinglue, not mine. I, Guo Jia, rely on my own strength to follow my path. I want to help a poor family in the world, no matter whether I succeed or fail, I will feel no regrets."
Although Guo Jia's tone was gentle, Wang Meng could hear the firmness in it, and his heart trembled. He opened his mouth but was speechless.
"Brother Jinglue, you are also a disciple of a poor family, and you must understand the pain in the hearts of poor people in the world. And even if I can't accomplish anything, I want to let the families in the world know what the wrath of a common man is."
"Of course, if the path I chose fails, then I will help you complete the path you chose. So, brother Jinglue, please stop trying to persuade me."
When Wang Meng heard this, he immediately smiled bitterly and said: "You have said so, what else can I say? What are your plans?"
Seeing that his friend finally stopped objecting, Guo Jia smiled and said, "I'm going to assist Xiang Yu."
"Xiang Yu?" Wang Meng raised his eyebrows and said with some surprise: "Feng Xiao, with your wisdom it is impossible not to see that Xiang Yu is not Zhang Jiao's heir, so what's the point of assisting Xiang Yu?"
"No matter who I assist, it will be difficult to stop the trend in the end, so I decided to take a gamble."
"Why Xiang Yu?"
"Throughout the ages, no one with double eyes has been ordinary. Every time they appear, they will cause a storm. But double eyes, which have not appeared for four hundred years, actually appeared in this life. It is difficult to imagine the troubled times in the future.
What kind of chaos will it become?"
"The reason why I chose Xiang Yu is just to take a gamble on the illusory legend of double pupil. I hope Xiang Yu will not be like his ancestor Xiang Ji."
"Ha." Wang Meng twitched the corner of his mouth and said helplessly: "It's really your usual style, as sloppy as ever!"
Guo Jia ignored Wang Meng's sarcasm, but said with profound meaning: "Aristocratic families, poor families, coupled with hundreds of schools of thought that are gradually emerging... the world is really getting more and more chaotic."
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When Qin Hao just set off, it was already very late, and when he arrived at Guangwu, it was already dark.
As soon as he arrived at the east gate of Guangwu City, Qin Hao found Wang Meng standing at the gate of the city, as if he had guessed that he was coming back.
"Mr. Jinglue, where is Guo Jiaren?" Qin Hao asked impatiently.
"We've been walking for an hour, but Fengxiao was riding in a donkey cart. If my lord wants to catch up, it's still too late." Wang Meng said calmly.
"Okay, I'll chase you now."
"My lord, wait a minute, listen to what I have to say..."
After listening to what Wang Meng said, Qin Hao's brows furrowed so tightly that they almost formed a straight line.
"I'm going to give it a try no matter what." Qin Hao gritted his teeth and said.
After saying that, Qin Hao turned his horse's head and galloped away to the south.
A bright crescent moon hangs alone in the sky, and the silvery moonlight puts on a new coat for the whole city.
At this moment, a handsome young man wearing silver armor rode a tall white horse, galloping quickly on the ancient road that had become silent.
The silver moonlight shines on the young man's silver armor, reflecting such a dazzling light that the young man looks like a god general bathed in divine light.