At noon on the second day when Li Muqi came to Weizhou City, there was a team of government officials, holding official lists, posted everywhere in the city, which seemed to be a gospel, attracting countless pairs of eyes, and even Li Muqi stood in the crowd, looking at the handwriting on the official list. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 In the crowd, there were many illiterate people on the cloth surface, full of nervousness and uneasiness, looking left and right, looking at those who were looking at the handwriting on the official list, trying to find a trace of a different kind of trace, inferring from it, and figuring out the content on the official list.

A person who looked like a scholar couldn't bear to look at those faces, separated the crowd around him, stood in front of the official list, and recited loudly, with a little hoarseness and weakness in his voice, and then looked at his face carefully, he didn't feel a little worried: above the pale face, with a sickly state, the skin and flesh on the corner of the forehead had collapsed, and there was no trace of blood-colored lips, and he was spitting out the handwriting on the official list, the words were clear, and the sound was in the ears.

In his voice, there were a few cold ridicules, and a few dissatisfied voices: "Hmph, he's showing off his culture again, as if others don't know that he has read for a few years." Another interjected, "As if we couldn't understand it, he was the only one who understood." Look at his poor and sour appearance, you look at his face, I really don't know where he got his courage. There was a chorus of echo beside them.

Their voices were not very high, nor did they deliberately lower them, every word, every sentence, came to the scholar's ears very clearly, for fear that he would not hear it, and even stretched out his finger and pointed at the scholar. When the scholar heard these remarks, he seemed to have no change on his face, and continued to read the official list. Looking at the scholar's face, Li Muqi nodded and smiled appreciatively with him.

The scholar read it carefully twice before slowly leaving the crowd. Looking at the emaciated and lonely back, Li Muqi stepped up his pace, quickly caught up with the scholar in three steps and two steps, and walked beside him. The scholar saw Li Muqi who was dressed gorgeously beside him, but he did not slow down his pace, nor did he raise his head to look at Li Muqi, but just walked forward slowly.

"Didn't you hear what they said?" Li Muqi's eyes were full of interest, and he looked at the scholar who was walking slowly with his head down, and said, "Don't you care about their comments and eyes?"

The scholar did not raise his head, nor did he answer Li Muqi's intentions, he still walked his own path silently, carefully looking at the road under his feet.

"Are you deaf?" said Li Muqi deliberately.

The scholar finally raised his head, glanced at Li Muqi coldly, then lowered his head again, and said coldly, "I'm not deaf, you're completely blind." ”

"Blind?" Li Muqi didn't have a bit of anger on his face, and looked at the scholar and said, "I have eyes, and they are very bright, and I can see everything in the world, how can I be blind? ”

"Your eyes are indeed bright, and you are not blind," the scholar sneered, "but you can only see the surface of things, not the essence of things." What's the difference between that and being blind?"

"Hahaha..." Li Muqi laughed and said, "My blindness is not really blind, but Jun's blindness is really blind." ”

"Oh?" the scholar suddenly paused, raised his head and looked at Li Muqi and said, "What do you mean by this?"

"You say I can't see the essence of things, then you should be able to see it, but in my opinion, I'm afraid it may not be. Li Muqi shook his head and sighed, "I'm afraid you think too highly of yourself." People say, 'Those who think too highly of themselves and can't see themselves clearly are better than poor scholars.' I think that's true. ”

The scholar took a closer look at Li Muqi. laughed, and then moved his underground quickly, wanting to escape from Li Muqi's side and his sight. Li Muqi followed him closely, as if he didn't understand his intentions, and still accompanied him, his pace was almost the same as the frequency of a scholar.

The scholar seemed to know that he couldn't escape, so he slowed down his pace and said coldly, "Since you know that idiom, why do you still chase after you?

"Why not?" Li Muqi sneered, "Is it only for scholars?"

The scholar was silent and did not answer, bowing his head and listening to Li Muqi's cynicism. He didn't know Li Muqi's intentions, but he knew in his heart that Li Muqi must have his purpose in pestering him like this, otherwise how could he be like this when he looked at his appearance. Although he has been ridiculed by many gorgeously dressed people, Li Muqi is obviously different from them, he knows the bottom line, he has a moral bottom line.

"Why don't you refute?" Li Muqi said, "Don't you know to refute, or do you think I'm telling the truth?"

"Whether I refute or not, how much can I affect you?" the scholar sneered, "You have already judged me, my refutation or non-refutation is just the last struggle for you, why should I be so wasted." ”

"How do you know the result if you don't give it a try?"

"Does the result matter?"

"Isn't it important?"

"Whatever you say, whatever you say. I will still do what I should do, and I will not do what I should not do. The scholar said coldly, "I will never live under your eyes and do things according to your intentions." If I care about other people's eyes and always care about what others say, I'm afraid I will only die. ”

"Don't you care about right and wrong?"

"Right and wrong, should be left to future generations to comment, the world's mouth of right and wrong, just compare yourself, how can you get the real right and wrong. The scholar sighed softly, "There are a few people who can stand at the real point and judge right and wrong. ”

"You are really different," Li Muqi said with admiration, "although your views are unique, they are full of profound truths. He looked at the scholar carefully, sighed softly, and said with regret, "This is your strength, but it is also your shortcoming, and it may be your fatal shortcoming." The scholar looked at Li Muqi, thought for a long time, and finally nodded, and walked into a very simple teahouse nearby with Li Muqi.

The scenery is just a foil, just that little finishing touch, how can it be the most important link. If you care, I'm afraid it's just a pair of friends who look like they're separated, but they're just perfunctory to each other. If you talk to each other very carefully, I am afraid that you have come to the edge of caution, and it is irretrievable.

The sound of the gong was almost deafening, and almost every corner was echoing with this piercing sound of gold, and there was nowhere to escape.

Li Muqi held a teacup in his hand, the tea lid had not been removed, standing in front of the window, looking at the team of people walking slowly: I saw that there were four yacha in gorgeous official uniforms, carrying an extremely huge gong on their shoulders, and three yacha holding huge hammers in their hands, raising the hammer high, using all the strength of the body, and striking the gong. The three sounds merged into a huge golden roar, pushing away the breeze and instantly covering the entire Weizhou City. Looking closely at the people closest to the gong, their bodies were also shaking slightly, obviously they couldn't stand such a huge earthquake. A few steps away from them, there was also a team of yacha, holding a book in their hands with the words "avoidance" and "silence" in large characters with red background and gold paint. A vermilion soft sedan chair is sandwiched in it -- eight large sedan chairs. The face of the person carrying the sedan chair was full of red light, and a layer of fine sweat was covered on his forehead, and the beads of sweat rolled together, pulling out a thin line, along the edges and corners of his cheeks, and slowly flowing down into the neck that was already a little swollen. A group of haggard soldiers followed him, with a look of exhaustion and languidness on their faces. I don't dare to look at it anymore, if it is a soldier guarding the frontier, it is the same, how can I feel at ease?

The banner was almost all crooked to one side, and even the spear in his hand was weakly leaning to one side, and there were deep rust marks on the tip of the spear, and if it weren't for the sunshine, the light of the spear tip would hardly be visible. Fortunately, at this time, everyone's eyes were all focused on the gorgeous soft sedan chair, and they did not look at those soldiers. Fortunately, Li Muqi knew the origin of these soldiers, so he would not lose the hope in his heart, but he would inevitably be disappointed and worried.

Looking at the vermilion soft sedan chair, I had no worries in my heart and was very happy. I can't help but admire Li Li Shuheng's way of employing people, if a very shrewd person comes, Li Muqi still doesn't know how to make the next arrangements, seeing this Qincha's move, Li Muqi is instantly relieved, instantly full of confidence, and even has speculated all the actions and arrangements of this Qincha.

Is it fortunate or unfortunate that there are still such a figure in the imperial court? Li Muqi couldn't help but ask himself: I don't know how he climbed to today's official position with such a straw bag? If there are so many people in the imperial court, I am afraid that it will be the suffering of tens of thousands of people in the world and the great misfortune of the common people, how can such a person stay in the court?

Such a person, climbing to today's position, must have one of his skills - slipping whiskers and slapping horses, flattery. This was originally his way to promotion, but now it has become his end - I am afraid that this is his last official journey, and he has come to an end.