In the early morning of the second day of the examination, Xu Que walked out of the Confucian Temple Guild Hall. He first jogged around Nanfeng City, and then wandered through the desolate streets.
Just when he returned to the Confucian Temple Hall, a quiet small building in the west city caught his eye.
Strange, why is there a small building here?
Xu Que was very confused, because when he came to Nanfeng City, he could see the traces left by the war everywhere, but here, not only were there no traces left by the war, but they existed lifelessly...
Just as he was looking around, the sound of reading came from the small building. It seemed that he was reading "The Book of Songs" or "The Analects of Confucius". It was very complicated, but not chaotic.
Just when Xu Que wanted to listen carefully, a middle-aged man's voice suddenly sounded: "Since the young master is here, why don't you come in and talk about it?"
Xu Que asked in surprise: "Are you talking to me?"
The middle-aged man's voice joked: "Apart from the young master, is there anyone else here?"
Xu Que scratched his head in embarrassment and walked towards Qingyou Xiaozhu.
At first, when Xu Que stepped in, he didn't notice anything, but as he walked, he realized that something was not right. Because of the perfect weather, a layer of mist actually appeared. Then, it suddenly became clearer in front of him.
Xu Que looked intently, and in the small courtyard, a middle-aged man wearing a splendid Confucian shirt was looking at him with a scroll in his hand.
The small courtyard is very quiet, and apart from a few plates of side dishes and a jug of wine, there is nothing special about the pavilion.
Looking at the middle-aged man, he seemed to have seen him before but couldn't remember. He looked like a hermit.
The middle-aged man recited softly: "The breeze has gone away to attract the wind, and it has been quiet for a few times because of drunkenness. Who would have thought that he would be a drunkard in his life..."
Until Xu Que approached, he was still repeating "Who would have thought that he would be a drunkard all his life", but he couldn't sing the last sentence...
Xu Que smiled and added: "Now he has turned into a drunkard and a sad man."
"Now I have turned into a drunken and sad person! It's wonderful, it's really wonderful!" The middle-aged man closed the book and looked at Xu Que with a smile. He almost didn't notice that Xu Que walked in so quickly.
When Xu Que finally made eye contact with the middle-aged man, he could clearly see the appearance of the middle-aged man. He could be said to be elegant, but with a bit of free and easy appearance. His appearance seemed to be that of someone in his forties. Suddenly, Xu Que I seem to have thought of something!
"I've met you, sir!" Xu Que bowed lightly.
This person is none other than the middle-aged man he met when he came out of the examination room yesterday. He is also the person Gao Lao calls the Holy Family Poetry Walk, Mr. Du!
Mr. Du smiled slightly: "Young master, are you getting up for morning exercises?"
"Yes." Xu Que nodded with a smile: "Exercising is good for your health."
"Is it good for your health?" Mr. Du murmured, and then laughed.
His laughter confused Xu Que. What was so funny?
"This scholar of colorful poetry, no, should be called the madman of colorful poetry." Mr. Du muttered to himself, and then looked at Xu Que: "This sentence you said is the finishing touch, and it is indeed enough." This word 'crazy devil'."
Xu Que scratched his head in embarrassment...
Mr. Du said: "The breeze has faded away to attract people, and it has been quiet for a few times due to drunkenness. Who would have expected that a heavy drinker in his life has now turned into a drunkard and a sad person... Can this poem be included in the poems of the millennium?"
"There should be no problem?……"
"Then what grade do you think it is? Five colors or seven colors?"
"Being included in a collection of poems, but it is not as good as a hundred poems. It should be five colors."
"Why?"
Xu Que was a little hesitant, because this poem gave people the feeling of being persuaded to drink, so he added a sentence.
Seeing Xu Que's hesitation, Mr. Du smiled and said, "But it doesn't matter."
In fact, after Mr. Du recited this poem repeatedly, he always felt that there was something wrong with it, and why did he compose this poem in this context?
Xu Que couldn't understand, but he still bowed slightly: "Sir, please forgive me Meng Lang. This poem is actually very good, but there are some reveries. How about I dare to change a few words for you?"
"Please!" Mr. Du returned the gift slightly. It was a gift, but it was used to discuss knowledge on an equal footing. This surprised Xu Que.
Xu Que said: "In the first sentence, the breeze retreats to attract the son. The word 'zi' means the younger generation. It is more appropriate to change it to the word 'peng'."
The breeze has gone and friends are coming...
Mr. Du's eyes lit up and he nodded slightly, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart. Indeed, if it were replaced by "friend", it would be more meaningful.
Several times because of drunkenness and deep tranquility, some porcelain has lost its artistic conception. How about changing it to "a few times of drunkenness and deep tranquility"?
A few times in the depths of drunkenness... wonderful, really wonderful!
Mr. Du laughed "haha", gently lifted him up with his right hand, and the two of them appeared in the small pavilion instantly.
This move made Xu Que look stupid. Is this a "great shift in the universe"? The person was clearly outside the pavilion, but with just a wave of his hand, they actually moved to another place?
What realm is this? Is this a semi-saint? Or Ya Sheng?
Mr. Du didn't know what Xu Que was thinking, so he picked up the wine bottle and poured two glasses, then put it in front of Xu Que, then took out the gold paper...
Seeing him drinking so early in the morning, Xu Que was really impressed, but when he smelled the smell of wine, Xu Que's eyes lit up.
Damn it, isn’t this right for Yuexian? …
Following Mr. Du's flying phoenixes, he wrote the poem just now: The breeze has faded away and friends have come, and I have been drunk several times deep in the deep. Who would have thought that he had been a heavy drinker all his life and now he has become a drunkard?
When the poem is completed, the colorful rays of light fill the air, and the quiet little building seems to be lit up by thousands of rays of rays of light, reflecting like a rainbow.
"Come, let's drink this cup together!" Mr. Du was in a good mood, raised his glass and drank.
Xu Que could only drink with him in embarrassment. He still didn't understand what medicine Mr. Du was selling in his gourd.
At this moment, Mr. Du seemed extremely happy, and the dark clouds in his heart seemed to have been cleared away.
"This wonderful eternal colorful poem was completed by the joint efforts of you and me. It is also our fate. Have another drink!"
As Mr. Du drank another drink, Xu Que had no choice but to drink again.
Just when Xu Que put down his wine glass, Mr. Du's smile suddenly faded: "The meeting today was really arranged by me. I just didn't expect that I met my soulmate."
Xu Que didn't say anything. In fact, he could guess a thing or two, but he didn't know that the other party wanted to talk to him about drinking. Or what to do? After all, the other party had taken out Duiyuexian, and it was obvious that Gao Lao had made this wine intentionally.
Seeing Xu Que's wise eyes, Mr. Du asked: "I have something to ask, can you tell me directly?"
"You say!"
"Since your foundation in literature and art is bestowed upon you by all the saints, have you chosen a path?"
road?
Xu Que didn't react. He had never thought of such a thing...
Isn't this his path to pursue literary studies and take scientific examinations? Xu Que shook his head decisively in his heart and denied it. For others, this may be a road, but for him, this is just the beginning.
Pass the Jinshi examination and become an official in the court? Given the current officialdom of Dayan, is this path suitable for him? Moreover, there is currently a fatuous emperor in office. Will he help this fatuous emperor govern the country? What kind of international joke is this? He already had Amitabha before he took action directly.
Make money with your creative ideas? Make people rich? Don't be kidding, in this feudal society, if the emperor is not changed and a clear emperor is established as king, the people will not even think about being rich, and they will be happy if they can have enough to eat...
Rebellion is definitely out of the question, after all, he doesn't have those thoughts at all.
If not, what else could he do?
To practice martial arts? Traveling around the world, robbing the rich and giving to the poor? He must have read too many novels. With his current martial arts skills, he will probably be killed by a group of knights before he even escapes from Zheyang County...
Xu Que held up the wine glass, took a sip, then shook his head and said, "No, because I still don't know what I need. Maybe I want to have a group of wives and concubines? Or live my life in peace..."
"A group of wives and concubines? Living a stable life?"
Mr. Du laughed, his laughter was loud, even with wanton laughter.
Xu Que scratched his head with a question mark on his face. Is there something wrong? Or is this simple way unworkable?
