Chapter 159: First meeting the Poetry Saint

Li Qing rushed to the guest room. The so-called guest room of Li Qing was actually Li Lin's external study room. Because Li Qing stayed with him, Li Lin converted the external study room into a special guest place for Li Qing. Before he entered the door, he heard bursts of laughter from the room, mixed with Li Lin's clear smile: "Mr. Du is really interesting. Why not stay in my mansion for a few days, how about it?"

"Is it Du Fu? No, I'm attracted to Li Lin!"

Li Qing stepped into the house and saw three people sitting in the house, wearing purple satin wide Zen clothes in the middle, with a noble and kind face, so naturally Li Lin, the owner of this room.

The man on the right head has a bronze skin color and deep orange peel, just like an old farmer in the countryside entering the city, which is Wang Changling, the uncle Wang mentioned by Xiaoyu.

Looking at the man on the left again, he looked about fifty years old, but he looked at him in his early thirties. It was already early summer. He was still wearing a spring cold jacket and a thick numbing stick. He was a piece of goods on a street peddler's shoulder, and looked very shabby. He looked pale, his face was thin, but his eyes were clear and clear, and his lips were extremely clear, like a knife and axe file, with a straight waist, and he was talking.

When Li Qing came in, the three of them stopped talking. Li Lin stood up and laughed and said, "I am absent from Nestle, don't blame me!"

"If you don't know where, let Uncle Shi treat me, I'm ashamed!"

Li Qing turned around and said apologizing to Wang Changling: "These two days are too tired and I fell asleep unknowingly. My son didn't call me, so he asked Brother Yuhu to wait for a long time."

"Hehe! Has Miss Xiaoyu changed her inner self? It's me who told her not to wake you up."

Wang Changling pulled Li Qing's finger and pointed at the man and said, "This is the Du Fu and Du Zimei I told you a few days ago. I live in Shaoling in the south of the city. We all call him Du Shaoling."

Li Qing looked at him silently, "He is the poet Du Fu. Historically, he was said to have been poor all his life, but now it seems that he is indeed good."

Du Fu's courtesy name is Zimei, and his ancestral home is Xiangyang. He was born in Gong County. In his early years, he traveled to Wuyue and Qi and Zhao. In the early years of Tianbao, he went to Chang'an to seek official positions. He was in trouble for ten years and was recommended. He was only given a small official who led the military officer of the Right Guard to lead the military officers of the Right Guard. His poems are magnificent and mourned the people. Everyone who has read his poems respected him in awe. Li Qing was no exception and bowed to Du Fu and said, "I have heard of you for a long time. I am so lucky to meet you when you see me now."

Du Fu failed to pass the imperial examination last year from Qilu to participate in the imperial examination and failed to pass the imperial examination. He was thin and could not bear it. He had no skills. He had many children and had a growing embarrassment. He relied on his friends to make a living. The day before yesterday, his old friend Wang Changling suddenly told him that someone was willing to hire him to handle copywriting on his behalf, and the hiring fee was quite generous. Although Du Fu was noble, he was better to support his family than to extend his hand to his friends. He thought about it for two days and just made a decision. It happened that the news of Li Qing's promotion spread in Chang'an early this morning. Du Fu was also quite moved. He handled copywriting for the governor and governor of Shazhou. Isn't he his aide?

He came to Chang'an to seek official positions, but he repeatedly encountered walls due to his noble personality and poor character. Although some people appreciated him, most of them were powerless or lowly people, and they could not help him at all. Li Qing was a new noble in Chang'an. If he could find a position under him, he would have the opportunity to realize his ambitions. In fact, Du Fu later entered Sichuan and joined Yan Wu, the governor of Jiannan, and became his staff member, so he was given the position of a staff member of the Ministry of Works of the Procuratorate (the word "Procuratorate" refers to a false position and a name). Most famous poets of the Tang Dynasty surrendered to the powerful and nobles for a future. Like Li Bai, they also had no way of seeking official positions everywhere. Their situation at that time was like the unsuccessful literary and artists who were drifting in Beijing now. They had real talents and knowledge, but most of them were born at the wrong time, and they only got their names after their death.

Du Fu had a deep conversation with Li Lin just now. Li Lin respected his talent and wanted to hire him as his aide. This made Du Fu really have a dilemma. It was not that he didn't want to go to the Western Regions. As Li Qing said to Wang Changling, it was very difficult to be able to be tall and not be a Jinshi, so Du Fu still wanted to stay in Beijing to participate in the imperial examination this fall. As Li Lin's aide, he could participate in the imperial examination in time, and the other was convenient for taking care of his family. But he came at the invitation of Li Qing, so how could he speak really made him embarrassed.

Li Qing's youth and humility surprised Du Fu a little. He hurriedly replied, "General Li is too polite, Du Fu can't afford it." Seeing Li Qing's smile and kind face, Du Fu gradually became restrained. He suddenly remembered Li Qing's words just now, and turned around and smiled at Wang Changling, "When will Brother Shao be called the Jade Pot?"

Wang Changling glanced at Li Qing and pretended to be angry and said, "This title is unique to him. On that day, I was the county magistrate in Yibin, he was the chief clerk, and now I am a commoner, but he is the governor. How unfair is God?"

Li Qing laughed, "I have no one under my command, so you old officials will naturally go with me."

He looked at Du Fu and was about to speak, but Li Lin suddenly interrupted, "Mr. Du, I like him quite well, and I also intend to hire him. You might as well give it to me."

Li Qing did not reply immediately. He glanced at Du Fu, and saw his eyes gloomy, he knew his thoughts and smiled faintly: "I told Brother Yuhu that day that Mr. Du would be better than to participate in the imperial examination. In fact, it would be best to stay in Chang'an, but this is related to Mr. Du's future. Li Qing will never force him, Mr. Du can decide for himself."

Du Fu sighed and said in a low voice: "General Li, I'm sorry."

Seeing that Wang Changling looked unhesitant, Li Qing waved his hand and stopped his words and said to Du Fu: "Mr. Du has many friends, can you introduce me to a talented friend?"

When Du Fu saw the question, he lowered his head and thought carefully. Suddenly he remembered someone and said with a smile: "I do have someone who can recommend him. He is pragmatic and capable, has outstanding literary talent, and has excellent poetry writing. He is especially good at writing frontier poems. He likes to travel to the Western Regions the most. He just returned from Anxi last month and is seeking an official position in Chang'an. I wonder if General Li is interested?"

"Border Poems?"

Li Qing thought about it and blurted out, "Mr. Du is talking about Gao Shi?"

Du Fu and Wang Changling looked at each other, and laughed together, "It's this person!"

Li Qing was both surprised and happy. Gao Shi later served as the governor of Jiannan, which was beyond the reach of ordinary poets. It was his luck to get this person as a subordinate. He hurriedly said: "I have heard of his name for a long time, and I don't know where he is now?"

When Wang Changling saw someone replace Du Fu, he threw away his dissatisfaction with Du Fu's job change behind him. He smiled and said, "No hurry! No hurry! You can see him at the Qujiang Poetry Conference tonight." Speaking of the Qujiang Poetry Conference, he suddenly realized, "No! It's too late to leave."

"Yes! Yes! Go quickly, go quickly!"

Li Qing urged him repeatedly, but Li Lin stopped him, "Can you be a virtuous nephew go to the Qujiang Poetry Club?"

"Where can I do poetry? I'll go and drink!" Li Qing replied casually: "Is Uncle Shi's fault?"

Li Lin's eyes flashed with an undetectable smile. She shook her head, but smiled at Du Fu and said, "Mr. Du, please stay for a while. I have a few words to say to you."

"Don't repay my identity later! Just say that I am your friend, and my name is Li Yangming, you must be more low-key."

In Li Qing's eyes, most of the poets were a little nervous, jealous and vulgar. They all had dirt and marquis in the court. They were afraid that after they heard their names, they wrote poems such as "The villain stepped into a high position, and the handsome and the subordinates" that had been passed down for thousands of years.

Wang Changling laughed, "You're thinking too much, okay! It's up to you."

There were not many people on the street, so the two of them rode forward, crossed Anrenfang, heading southwest of Chang'an, and headed to Zhuque Street. Li Qing suddenly heard someone calling him behind him. When he turned around, he saw a carriage chasing after him. A fat white smile appeared on the window, and he was waving desperately, but it was Li Jingzhong, the eunuch of Prince Li Heng.

Seeing that it was a eunuch, Wang Changling immediately became gloomy and snorted coldly, saying to Li Qing: "I am the emcee tonight. You can't go late. It's better for me to take the lead. You can come by yourself. Just say that you are my friend." After that, Wang Changling urged the horse and took the lead.

"Governor Li, congratulations!"

Before he could get closer, Li Jingzhong's bright smile was enough to illuminate the entire Zhuque Street, but in Li Qing's opinion, there seemed to be a little more profound meaning in his smile.

"Where is Eunuch Li going?" Li Qing asked, slowly approaching the carriage.

"I'll go to your mansion to find you. Your family said you just left and went to Qujiangchi. Our family finally caught up with you, but I was so tired." At this point, Li Jingzhong patted his chest gently, as if he was chasing him through a marathon.

"Eunuch Li is asking me for something?"

Li Qing was slightly stunned. It must be that the prince was asking him for something.

Li Jingzhong reached out and pulled Li Qing's hand, with a bright smile, "It's nothing. Your Highness the Crown Prince just wants to ask you when you will move to your new house. He will send the guards of the East Palace to help."

But Li Qing felt a small scroll of paper suddenly appeared on his hand. He felt awe-inspiring and bowed and smiled, "Then I'll trouble you!"

Li Jingzhong narrowed his eyes slightly, nodded slowly, and then urged the carriage to leave.
Chapter completed!