The court was in chaos because of the little emperor's repeated random moves, but not all the officials were following suit. At least Zhang Cai, the former doctor of the Literature and Selection Department of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, who was recovering at home, lived a very comfortable life. He was impeached.
After that, Ma Wensheng wrote repeatedly to explain his guarantee and personally tried to persuade him to stay, but he still asked the officials to take a long sick leave. Those friends who came to persuade him saw that he was living a leisurely and comfortable life, and naturally they were unable to express any advice that came to his lips.
On this day, another friend came to visit, but Zhang Cai couldn't sit still. He wrote to the Central Committee to recommend officials with military strategy, and his name was clearly on it. Although he once wrote a letter to report on the military affairs of Ganliang, but that
It was many years ago. Over the years, I worked in the Literary and Selection Department of the Ministry of Civil Affairs step by step to gain qualifications. I spent all day studying the qualification evaluation of foreign officials and Beijing officials, etc. My military strategy has long been inferior to what it used to be. Who is this?
Revealing old scores?
The things he couldn't figure out were accumulating in his heart and he felt uncomfortable, so he simply went out to relax. It was not easy to live in the capital, and he was a small fifth-grade doctor. Naturally, he couldn't be like the big boss, so he just
He brought a boy with him. He walked around the Xisi Archway and picked out those who sold calligraphy and painting, the four treasures of the study, and those who sold books. After a while, the boy took several folding fans and one or two scrolls in his hands.
He felt that his heart gradually felt better, and he slowly walked out of a shop, but unexpectedly, a carriage passed by him, just missing him. He was standing there with lingering fear, frowning, and the boy beside him
Suddenly he shouted: "Master, there is a veil on the ground.
"Hanker?" Zhang Cai was slightly startled. He lowered his head and saw that it was a pink loppa. After thinking for a moment, he bent down and picked it up. When he took a look, he saw an elegant peony embroidered on the lower left corner of the handkerchief.
, and on the back, there seemed to be two poems written with the eyebrow stone, and I was immediately attracted by it at first glance.
"If life is just like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind be so sad as to draw a fan?"
He couldn't help but read it several times, and the expression on his face was very exciting. Although after becoming an official, most people, even if they have poems, they are in the pavilion style... and they often say poems to others with disdain.
The little passage is not worth mentioning, but when you really see the famous lines, you can't help but feel a little bit technical. However, he recited it several times, but he couldn't figure out how to continue it. He was actually holding a handkerchief in his hand.
He was so lost in thought that he didn't realize that the boy behind him had called him several times.
For a long time, he felt that there was someone in front of him, and Zhang Cai suddenly woke up. When he looked closely, he saw an honest-looking little boy. He was surprised, but he didn't expect the other person to give him a deep bow: "This master, my family
The master just left a handkerchief in his carriage, and I came back to look for it. I found out that you picked it up, and I wonder if I can give it back?"
Hearing this little boy's elegant voice... He also said that the veil was left behind by his master. Zhang Cai suddenly had an inquiring mind. He held the veil but did not hand it back. Instead, he asked with great interest: "You said
This is the veil left behind by your master, is there any record of it?"
The little boy hurriedly said: "My master said... the lower left corner of the veil is embroidered with peonies, and there is a poem written on the back."
"What poem?"
"This..." The little boy was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "My master never told me, and I don't even know."
"If you can't tell me, how can I give it back to you?"
Although he is already in his early fifties, Zhang Cai is well-maintained and looks like he is no more than forty years old... In addition, he pays great attention to appearance... which naturally makes him more dignified and majestic. The little boy seemed to be intimidated by Zhang Cai's radiance and defended himself.
After two sentences...he said angrily: "Then the master will follow me to see my master. He will definitely remember the poem, and you should pay it back by then!"
Pink Lopa and those two wonderful words that left a lingering taste in the mouth, Zhang Cai naturally agreed happily. Seeing that his boy was carrying a lot of things, he sent them back directly, and he followed them.
The young boy, who was fourteen or fifteen years old, moved forward. When the young boy went straight to the bustling mutton alley and hired a carriage from a horse and carriage shop, he couldn't help but be slightly surprised. He raised his eyebrows and asked: "Don't you
Does the master of the house live outside the city?"
"good."
Seeing that the little boy was still a little angry, Zhang Cai couldn't help but be a little suspicious, but now that he was free at home, his desire to explore secrets and wonders unknowingly took over. So, after thinking about it, he patiently sat down
.When the carriage left Xuanwumen, it stopped outside a large mansion not far away. After getting off the carriage, he stood at the door and looked around, then frowned thoughtfully.
When Wang Shouren gave a lecture, he also came to join in the fun. Naturally, this place was unrecognizable. However, less than a month later, the place looked completely different. The faint voices of scholars commenting on poems could be heard inside.
Not to mention, the outside is not as full of vendors of all kinds as before. In the pavilion opposite that looks like a restaurant, you can vaguely see a number of wealthy businessmen wearing Chinese clothes.
Faced with this grandeur, he had to pay some attention as he followed the little boy into the big house. What surprised him was that behind a wall outside, there was a large area inside that had not just been leveled and transplanted.
Several bushes of flowers and plants were piled into the rockery garden. The pavilion was complete with stone tables and benches. A dozen scholars were discussing ancient and modern poetry generously. Looking from a distance, he recognized a famous poet.
Come on, who else is it but Li Mengyang who is vigorously advocating retro in this capital today?
"Listen to this song "Travel to Yutai" by Changgu... The height of Yutai is close to the Huns, and the Huns are guilty of their crimes. The battle is not going well, and the division is surrounded. The division is surrounded, and the soldiers are thirsty and have no food. Draw your sword and look up to the sky
Jue, the strong man died of starvation. He abandoned his corpse without protecting it and trampled the people who took advantage of the road to join the army. What can they do if they can't come back? My heart is sad!"
After reading this poem aloud, Li Mengyang said indignantly: "Now the reinforcements have been sent for several days, but there is still no movement, and I don't know how much food is spent every day. What is this called?
?This is called timidity, this is called a vegetarian meal! Han Shangshu of the Ministry of Revenue has been lamenting in front of others several times, just because of these silverfish! In the past, I thought that Xu Xun was using the emperor to steal high positions, but now he still knows Wanquan
Youweicheng's investigation of the whereabouts of the bandits seems to be much more ambitious than that of Zhu Hui, the protector of the country..."
As Li Mengyang was talking, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the person passing by on the other side. He was stunned for a moment and recognized that it was Zhang Cai, a doctor in the Literature and Selection Department of the Ministry of Civil Affairs. Zhang Cai had been impeached before and had a very good reputation among middle and lower-level officials.
So he immediately said hello to everyone and strode over. After bowing and saluting, he asked with a smile: "Mr. Xilu is so leisurely and elegant today, why do you come to visit Xianyuan?"
"Xianyuan?" Zhang Cai had never seen a door plaque hanging outside the mansion at first, but now he couldn't help but gleam with excitement when he heard the name, "When the name sounds like Xianyun Yehe, it's a good place!"
"Of course it's a good place, and the most valuable thing is that while the owner built this big garden, he didn't allow people to come in and out. He set up guards at the door, but they only prevented idlers from living in a private courtyard in the middle. The rest of the huge place was free to people.
For sightseeing and sightseeing, plus there are many restaurants nearby, it’s the best place to study poetry, society, literature, etc., and you don’t have to be cramped at home. Today I invited a few people from Xuchanggu and He Baipo to come here and talk about it in the name of the previous war.
Society. By the way, Mr. Xilu is here..."
When Zhang Cai saw several other people on the other side coming to salute him, knowing that these people were talking about the Yutai Xiongnu, they were talking about the Yutailing and Little Prince tribes that had fought before. He immediately raised his hands and said with a smile: "Everyone
It’s a poetry club, but I’m a person who likes to explore mysteries. I heard two wonderful lines today, so I came to look for the person who composed the poem.”
"Oh, what's a good poem?"
Zhang Cai and these people are at least one generation apart. Naturally, he would not take out the ropa from his sleeve and just smile and recite the sentence: If life is just like the first meeting, why is the autumn wind sad to draw a fan? When seeing these seven or eight people, all of a sudden his eyes are open.
Da Liang, he knew in his heart that these two sentences were not made by these self-proclaimed talents. He was determined for a moment, simply glanced at the little boy, quietly left these people and retreated. When they arrived all the way
In the innermost part, he saw several groups of patrolling generals with strange expressions on their faces.
"Is your family members from the military?"
"My master's ancestor was a veteran in the army." The little boy replied and was surprised to see Zhang Cai's face. At the same time, he was vaguely curious about the secrets and joy, so he shut up and said no more.
Taking the person to the deepest bamboo forest, he pointed to the small courtyard hidden in the bamboo forest and said: "Master, please wait a moment and let me report to my master."
Seeing the little boy coming to the door and reporting loudly through the door, a mother came out in a moment. Zhang Cai secretly praised the rigorous housekeeping of this unprepared boy who answered the door, and became more and more convinced that the owner of the house was a female.
His curiosity became even more serious. So he went forward. Even though the mother directly said those two lines of the poem, he still refused to return the veil easily and insisted on asking the author of the poem. It was a good time to argue back and forth.
After a while, until a pleasant female voice finally came from inside and continued the whole poem, he blurted out a few words of praise and turned around.
As soon as he left, Li Qingniang watched A Bao send Zhang Cai out. Then she breathed a sigh of relief and immediately followed him into the yard. Seeing that Ruyi, who had just recited the poem, was still looking there, she waved her hand in front of the person.
Only then did she give in. She had to drag people back to the house, but she didn't even look at Huitong. She only smiled and saluted Xu Liang and Shen Yue who were sitting in the middle and said, "Look at Zhang Cai's temperament. He's been here for the past few days."
I will definitely continue to come here to explore the wonders.”
"This is called giving in to others." Seeing that Li Qingniang ignored him, Huitong couldn't help but feel a little itchy. After saying just one sentence, he received a big look. He didn't feel dissatisfied and just said with a smile, "He is now a scholar.
Lin Zhong is very famous. If you come and go like this, some people will definitely follow you, and if you meet Li Mengyang and the others who love poetry, you will be famous..."
Before he finished speaking, Shen Yue couldn't help but said angrily: "This poem was brought back all the way by Xu Xun on horseback, and it was just spread outside. He may not know how he will launch an attack after he comes back...Uncle , are there any poems written by Xu Xun at home?"
Xu Liang saw Huitong and Li Qingniang also staring at him.