Chapter 70: This man is alone in the corner (Part 2)

'It was written by Hu, I didn't think about my state of mind when I wrote the poem!' Zhang Qian complained secretly, but he was helpless with the enthusiasm of several elders.

However, he could not really tell the elders in front of him that before Li Longji became emperor, the royal family was killed and everyone would suffer from the disaster if they were not careful. I advise you to hide as far as you can.

He couldn't really tell the elders in front of him that instead of jointly recommending himself to become an official, it would be better to convince the court to give him patent fees for water gate, windmills and machine wells, so that he would have no need to do anything in the future and would have a lot of money squatting at home.

He could not tell Zhang about this future Kaiyuan name. He was now preparing to take advantage of the loopholes of the court and buy a fourth-rank title to decorate the store. If he accepted the other party's recommendation, he would at most be from the eighth-rank category, less than half of the fourth-rank category...

Therefore, he could only act like a humble junior and be taught.

It happened that Zhang Ruoxu's servant brought the hot white wine. He Zhizhang invited Zhang Qian to sit down and drink together. But Zhang Qian did not want to continue listening to the teachings of a group of half-old men. He quickly smiled and refused to say that he had made an appointment with Wang Zhihuan, Wei Gangjing and others, and was not convenient to accept the gifts from the elders.

They all came from their youth, so how could He Zhizhang guess that he was disgusting everyone's nagging? So, he shook his head and smiled and complained: "Since you have an appointment with Wang Jiling and the others first, why didn't you say it earlier? I have delayed you for so long? Go, go! Daoji is right, you are a young man, you should be with young people, and you can't always follow us old men and get tired of your twilight energy!"

"In this way, please let me take my leave!" Zhang Qianru received a general amnesty and bowed to everyone with a smile. He turned around and walked slowly until he walked far away. He raised his sleeves and wiped the oily sweat from his face clean.

Looking around, he could not find Wang Zhihuan's figure. He only saw Wei Dao Wei Gangjing squatting in front of Qin Lu and talking nonsense. The future cursive saint Zhang Xu obviously did not regard Wei Dao as a competitor at all. He just carried a brush and copied the chrysanthemum poems that everyone had just recited or prepared in advance on the unfolded scroll of paper.

"I have it, so does Zhao!" A young man with apricot-eyed and sword-browed suddenly walked over quickly and bowed to Zhang Xu, "I dare not show my ugly words, so I have to bother Brother Bo Gao to hold the pen."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say! Just read Zixiao!" Zhang Xu was very easy-going, turned around and returned a greeting, and then moistened the brush with ink again.

"Inscription, break the chrysanthemum." The sword-browed boy named Zixiao stood firm and slowly recited: "The flowers bloom all over the garden with yellow, and they are not afraid of the autumn wind or frost. They all say that the peony is beautiful in color, and I love the fragrance of chrysanthemums alone!"

After reading it, he politely said "showing ugly" to his companions around him, and quickly retreated back to his original seat with a blushing face.

"What is my taste in this poem? Let me close the song and sing it to everyone!" Maybe I was anxious to get rid of Wei Dao's entanglement, maybe I was really touched by a sentence in the poem, Qin Lu suddenly sat upright and began to pluck the silk string with a smile. "Ding Ding Dong Dong", another wave of big beads fell on the jade plate.

After a while, after playing the prelude, I really stretched my voice and sang a song of folded chrysanthemums with the rhythm of the piano. The sound was melodious and long, and it penetrated into people's ears, making people feel that their ribs were wings.

"Okay, okay--" The cheers sounded like thunder again. The talented men around them either looked at the boy named Zhao Zixiao enviously and stroked their palms hard. While applauding, they took out the poem of chrysanthemums that they had just written or were already ready to be in their sleeves and asked Zhang Xu to copy them on their behalf.

"I have it too!" A young man in his twenties and tall figure walked to Zhang Xu in two steps in three steps, and handed a piece of white paper on his hands. "I'm sorry for Brother Lao Bo Gao, I'm adding color to this poem! Mu Nanfeng is so grateful!"

"Brother Mu is polite!" Zhang Xu took the paper with a smile and glanced at it quickly. Then he returned the paper to the tall and thin young man, turned around and wrote quickly, "Looking for chrysanthemums, the autumn wind filled the corridor, and the fragrance of the faint garden was a little bit. Why did a flower stand on the path and not want to compete for beauty and beauty?"

The rhetoric may not be very exquisite, but it alternates movement and stillness, and is full of painting. Qin Lu was happy when she saw it, and was about to close the song and sing for everyone to enjoy. However, a short and fat man suddenly broke into the slanting thorn, and pushed away the guards who were squeezing and yelling loudly: "I would like to invite Qin, everyone, Lu Xun, whose courtesy name is Zhongda, was born in the Lu family branch of Fanyang, and his father was named Zhengming, and he was the Minister of Personnel..."

"I have long admired the name of the Lord! I have seen Brother Zhongda today. As expected, my father has no dog and son!" Qin Lu's Lesi was interrupted, and her heart was suddenly a little angry. She moved her body slightly backwards, and smiled and grabbed the sword standing beside her and blocked her chest.

But Lu Xun didn't feel the alienation in the other party's words at all, and squeezed forward again, saying with a smug look: "Everyone has won the Qinlu, and I admire everyone for a long time. Today I wrote a poem and asked everyone to perform it for everyone to be elegant and upright!"

As he spoke, he took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and said loudly: "My poem is titled "Appreciating chrysanthemums". If the chrysanthemums bloom but no one knows how to appreciate them, the flowers must be lonely. Listen to you, the bright reds and purples bloom all over the garden, but no bees and butterflies dance. The next day, they will disperse and leave the autumn wind, but the fragrance will fill the world."

After reading, my eyes were closed, my hands were stroking my chin, and I was in a fairy-like shape. But my figure was too round and I couldn't blow the autumn wind, but my forehead was shiny by the autumn sun.

"Good poems, good poems!" Wei Dao hated this person for being rude and shouted and stroking his hands beside him. "This poem has lofty ideas and smooth sentences, making it even more difficult to catch up. After listening to it, people suddenly felt that their belly was filled with a gust of autumn wind. If they didn't eat or drink for three days, they would no longer feel hungry."

"Yes, it's not three days. I have to see it. I have to don't know the taste of the food in March!" Someone around laughed and shook his eyes.

But Lu Xun didn't hear it. Wei Dao and others were damaging their poems, which made people feel disgusted after listening to them. Suddenly, they felt a sense of soulmate in their hearts. They grabbed Wei Dao's sleeve and smiled and sent an invitation: "Gangjing, Gangjing, people say that you are knowledgeable and have a broad vision. I didn't believe it before. When I saw it today, I realized that the rumors were really not bullying me. Come, come, come here, take advantage of the tuning of the piano rule, let me tell you carefully. I also used the following allusions in my poem..."

"Brother Lu, please forgive me. I have also written a poem and am about to give it to Brother Bo Gao..." The Wei Dao had the intention of fighting with someone, but he did not expect that he was regarded as a confidant by the other party. He was immediately annoyed and couldn't cry, so he had to pick Zhang Xu as a shield.

Unexpectedly, after only half of his words, he saw Qin Lu quietly raising his eyes at him. Suddenly, the cold air on his head was pouring back, so he had to swallow the second half of the sentence back into his stomach, let Lu Zhang pull it, and go to the side to appreciate the other person's masterpiece!

Zhang Qian had just met Wang Zhihuan and Wei Dao, and had no time to say hello to other young heroes. At this moment, seeing Wei Dao being entangled by the Lu person's surname is Lu, he didn't want to come over and suffer together.

So, his legs quietly circled, turned to a stone table outside and sat down, grabbed the rice wine that the servants had prepared long ago, and tasted it slowly.

After taking two or three sips, a "ding" sound suddenly came from his ears. The rhythm of the piano failed and tuned the strings of the guqin and could no longer sing for everyone. The talents shouted that it was a pity, but they were still unstoppable. They continued to step forward one by one, either picking up the pen in person, or asking Zhang Xu to copy the poems they wrote about chrysanthemums on the same roll of mulberry paper.

Seeing the young people around him "hand over the paper", Zhang Qian felt faint again. Since the song "Watching the chrysanthemums" he prepared in advance had already been criticized by Zhang Shuo, of course he could not take it out again to show his ugly face. And when another song "shoulder" came out on the spot, he was worried that he would steal the last limelight of Lu Zheng, which was said to be the laughing stock of scholars left and right. Therefore, after thinking about it, seeing that no one on the left and right noticed him, he simply stood up and directly imitated Liu Bang, Emperor Gaozu of Han, and escaped.

However, when he entered the park, he was led by Wang Zhihuan and did not think that Zhang Ruoxu's house was so huge. At this moment, he slipped out secretly and immediately turned a little.

I just walked through two corridors and a pavilion, but I still couldn't find it clearly. Under my navel, there was a urge to urinate quietly.

In this way, Zhang Qian did not dare to walk around. He hurriedly turned around and secretly turned back to the garden. He planned to find a servant after returning to the garden and ordered the latter to take him to the toilet. Unexpectedly, even though he had not walked far just now, the noise of the talents was close at hand, and the blue brick path under his feet could not reach the garden.

In a panic, behind the bamboo forest beside me, a few sounds suddenly came from the woman who choked, not tall, but was incompatible with the noise in the distance.

Zhang Qian was stunned and instinctively wanted to bypass the bamboo forest and see who was crying. He had just taken a few steps, but hesitated and shook his head gently.

This is Zhang Ruoxu's home, and the sound of choking behind the bamboo forest obviously comes from a girl. Zhang Ruoxu has many concubines, the youngest one, who seems to be as old as Zijuan. If the woman sobbing behind the bamboo forest at this moment was a concubine of Zhang Ruoxu, Zhang Qian ran over to ask about his well-being, what's the point?!

It’s not allowed to be taken care of, it’s not allowed to be taken care of!

In an instant, there was no intention of drinking or peeing. Zhang Qian decisively pulled back and fled. Unexpectedly, before his feet returned to the blue brick path, a low voice from the girl came from behind: "Don't be afraid, your grandmother didn't mean to leave you. Hiss. They must have encountered something they could not do, Hiss."

Accompanied by the gentle sob, the girl's voice was hoarse and gentle. It was like a needle that pierced Zhang Qian's clothes from behind, pierced his skin and bones, and pierced all the way into his heart.

"Really, believe me. There is no one in the world who doesn't pity their own flesh and blood. Hiss-"
Chapter completed!