It was already afternoon when I came out of Linghu Mansion.

Zhang Wei didn't know how much Wen Tingyun had to say to the fat-headed and big-eared Linghu boy?

As the saying goes: It's not like people don't enter a door all the way. No matter how you say that you Wen Tingyun is also a famous writer in the Tang Dynasty and even in history, how can you stay with a subordinate like Ling Huyun, what is there to say? Zhang Wei couldn't figure it out, and he couldn't understand it.

I don't understand it, but the great writer in my heart has been staying in Ling Hulu's room to talk to him, chat, and talk about poetry.

It's like a beautiful woman falling in love with a beast, and flowers falling in love with cow dung, which seems to be out of tune, but people love to die and live.

And even for lunch, Wen Tingyun was drinking the fat-headed and big-eared prime minister's son in Ling Hu's room.

On the way home, Wen Tingyun's interest was very high, and he kept telling Zhang Wei about all kinds of things that happened in Chang'an City, although the two had not been friends for a long time, but some things Wen Tingyun said, Zhang Wei had heard more than once.

"This Chang'an City has always been a vanity fair, but also a fame field, whether it is a corporal or a businessman who wants to succeed, he must come to Chang'an, it can be said that this is an indispensable place for their success. When you come here today, you can see the world. That's all for my brother to help you, and the road ahead depends on you. Since Ling Hu Jian has already given Zhang Wei an errand and his mission is fulfilled, Wen Tingyun said to Zhang Wei with relief.

Although he has known Wen Tingyun for a short time, Zhang Wei has a good impression of this poet who has been unhappy all his life.

"Don't worry about the road ahead, no one in the world knows you." It is written like this in ancient poems, but what if a famous poet like Wen Tingyun is known to everyone?

Even now, with a handful of gray hair and half a hundred years old, what can he do?

Of course, the current Wen Tingyun is a little more than forty, less than half a hundred.

"Brother Wen did his best for the younger brother's affairs, and Zhang Wei remembered it in his heart." Although Zhang Wei likes to mock people, he still said very grateful in the face of Wen Tingyun's sincerity and even truthfulness.

"Yes, yes, it's not a big deal for me to get you an errand, besides, even if he doesn't help Fox Cun, someone will help." Wen Tingyun returned to that somewhat boastful look and said to Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei thought to himself that the matter had been done anyway, whatever you wanted, if this thing was not done today, see if you still have the heart to brag.

Sitting in the car all the way to the south, the summer wind blew on the two of them, which was very comfortable and comfortable. On the way, Wen Tingyun's interest was raised, and he couldn't help but sing slowly, "Weicheng is light and dusty in the rain, and the guest house is green and willow-colored." Persuade you to have a glass of wine, and there is no reason to go out of Yangguan in the west. ”

Although Zhang Wei is not highly educated, he also knows that this is the famous Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei's "Sending Yuan Er Envoy Anxi", I don't know why Wen Tingyun sings Wang Wei's poems today? Didn't Ling Hu promise Wen Tingyun something and promise in the process of talking, otherwise how could he be so happy?

"The Mahāṣṣṇṭ I have great respect for him, and in those days, the monks of the Maha lay lived in the Rim River, which was not far from my Duling Thatched Cottage. Later, he was valued by the imperial court and was named Shangshu Youcheng, known as Wang Youcheng in history. Wen Tingyun unconsciously revealed his scheming to Zhang Wei, he compared himself to Wang Wei, and also thought that one day he would be valued by the court like Wang Wei.

It was when Wang Wei lived in Gongchuan that he wrote famous articles such as "Autumn Twilight in the Mountain House" and "Memories of Shandong Brothers on September 9th". But time has changed, now is not what it was then, and you Wen Tingyun are not Wang Wei, can you compare with the situation at that time?

There is a gap between people, and the times are different from time to time, if they can be replicated, wouldn't the world be exactly the same?

Zhang Wei knew that Wen Tingyun compared himself to Wang Wei today, although the poems and writings were comparable, but the situation was completely different.

Although Zhang Wei thought so in his heart, he never said it, he knew that no matter how old a person is or how low his status is, as long as he has dreams and ambitions in his heart, he will definitely be able to make a difference, even if he can't succeed, at least he still has a dream in his heart!

Since Wen Tingyun began to dream at this time, let him continue to do it, and it is better not to disturb him dreaming, otherwise once he wakes up from the dream, the damage to him will only be greater.

But to put it again, from ancient times to the present, many people say that they have seen through the heat and coldness of the world, but how many people can really return to the countryside and stay away from this world of flowers?

After thinking about this, Zhang Wei also understood Wen Tingyun.

As he spoke, he soon came to Wen Tingyun's Duling Thatched Cottage at the foot of the Qinling Mountains.

As soon as he got out of the car, the doorman ran over quickly and said to Wen Tingyun, "Master, Miss Yu is here." ”

Miss Fish is here?

Hearing this, Wen Tingyun, who was originally a little proud, showed a happy and embarrassed look on his face, which made people feel that they were in a dilemma and wanted to see it very much.

Not to mention anything else, just from Wen Tingyun's expression when he heard Miss Yu's name, Zhang Wei could feel that the Miss Yu in the doorman's mouth must have a lot to do with Wen Tingyun.

"When did Miss Yu come over?" Wen Tingyun asked the doorman.

"After lunch, I came over, I told her that the master went to Chang'an, and she stayed in the pavilion alone, until now." The doorman clearly and truthfully reported Miss Yu's situation to Wen Tingyun.

Wen Tingyun listened, her black and red face moved slightly, and then said to Zhang Wei: "This Miss Yu is the daughter of a friend of mine, she likes poetry, and often comes to me to talk about poetry, and we will meet together." ”

After that, Wen Tingyun took Zhang Wei to the cottage, and as soon as he walked in the door, he saw a woman wearing a purple mangaku, a white long skirt, and a light blue half-arm on the outside of the mangaku sitting on a stone bench in the Caotang Pavilion reading a book.

The half-arm is a short-sleeved tight tunic that is worn over the shirt, popular in the early Tang Dynasty, and is a smock worn by women when singing and dancing, which is short and easy to take off. Needless to say, the woman who can wear such a thoughtful, luxurious and dignified dress is definitely not a child of a common family. After all, this kind of long and short clothes, wide robes and large sleeves are not allowed to work in the field, it is okay to talk about poetry and commenting on landscapes, but labor is absolutely impossible.

Although it was seen from a distance, Zhang Wei could still feel that there was a compelling beauty in this young woman.

Sure enough, when Wen Tingyun came to the woman with Zhang Wei, the woman who was still reading a book just now turned around, looked at Wen Tingyun and Zhang Wei, and was stunned for a moment and then said softly: "Mr. is back, Youwei recently wrote a poem, and I want to hear Mr.'s opinion." ”

Zhang Wei could feel that the woman named Yu Youwei just swept her gaze on his face very simply, and then fell on Wen Tingyun's face, and then talked to Wen Tingyun.

Although it was just a simple sweep, Zhang Wei remembered her appearance, thirteen or fourteen years old, with delicate eyebrows, snow-white skin, a small cherry mouth that was red without a dot, delicate and beautiful, and a medium-to-upper height, which set off the newly grown body, which made people feel a kind of pity.

At this moment, she was looking at Wen Tingyun with eyes full of longing and adoration, waiting for his answer.

Zhang Wei glanced at the woman's chest evilly, this time he was disappointed. Compared with the half-exposed breasts of women in the Tang Dynasty, the skirt on Yu Youwei's chest completely covered her breasts, and she covered her chest with her hands from time to time.

Hey---, Zhang Wei couldn't help crying in his heart, such a woman is called a beauty! And it's a beauty who captivates the country and the city.

I was simply blind at the beginning, and I had the evil idea of pursuing Banhua, but I still let the family dump it.

It's a slap in the face, it's sad, it's hurt your self-esteem.

If you compare the lady named Yu Youwei in front of you with the class flower at that time, this is amazing, what is the class flower of your year? It's just that he can speak in a loud voice.

What a cow, I'm just giving you a little bit of proud capital.

If I can get my hands on this Tang Dynasty beauty in front of me, hum, look at you crows and birds who dare to be presumptuous in front of me, and dare to set up music for me.

Zhang Wei thought viciously in his heart.