Chapter 39: Out of the Stopper

When Cen Shen came to his senses, he only saw a tall figure.

In the poetry world, even in the Tang Dynasty, where there are many geniuses, have thunderous names such as Li Bai, Du Fu, and Wang Wei, Cen Shen can also occupy a place.

And the period of his highest artistic achievement was the years of Zuomu Anxi and Beiting, the big defeat last year, Gao Xianzhi was transferred to another place, and these subordinates of the Dadu Protectorate, those who left, those who did not vote, he followed Gao Xianzhi, first transferred to Hexi, and then came to Chang'an.

The days in the capital, for him, are like years.

Nanya is not as good as the capital of the palace, the latter is like an independent kingdom, can recruit its own staff, in Anxi, he is the judge of the festival, responsible for the battle, the degree of support and other trivial matters, in fact, in the back of the Feng Changqing's subordinates, with a lot of friendship.

Gao Xianzhi gave him the impression that he was a stern and rigid coach who was not smiling, and he still didn't understand why he would transfer to Hexi with him?

By this time, this impression had been completely turned upside down.

I saw a female singer dressed in red silk, who was tightly hugged by his waist, took a sip of wine, with a flattering smile, next to his lips, was sipped tightly by him, sucked it hard, and praised it at the end.

"Good wine, come again, there will be a reward."

This is clearly a Wuling Xia Shao Prostitute Tour!

I can't bear to look at it, Cen Shen is not a square master, he has done a lot of romantic things such as red Yicui, sleeping flowers and willows, but the contrast between the front and back is too great, he can't stand it a little, he turned his head sideways, a pretty face, I don't know if the rouge is rubbed too much, or the love is strong, and the red ground is moving.

"Lang Jun, do you want some soup?"

Without waiting for him to reply, a voice laughed insolently: "Hey, if it doesn't work, learn from your sister, and let him taste the play of 'meat prickly'." ”

"Lang Jun?" The woman next to her was like a wave, and it seemed that she would really stick that pair of seductive red lips in the next moment.

Cen Shen waved his hand again and again: "Come by yourself, don't work for a lady." ”

"Haha, Master Cen, where has the elegance of calmly writing poems among the thousands of flowers?"

Ashamed, Cen Shen couldn't even remember whether he had recited poetry at this time, his mind was in chaos, so he drank a few sips of soup with the hand of the female singer, and the bitterness eased him slightly.

"The two of you, one holding the tooth board, and one singing, will sing Cen Langjun's masterpiece."

Saying that, Gao Xianzhi pushed away the beautiful woman in his arms, got up and moved to his side, and sat down cross-legged.

"Do you have anything on your mind today?"

When the two female dancers left the table, Cen Shen put down the soup and opened his mouth unhurriedly, if something goes wrong, he is a demon, he is not a stupid person, he is a staff member, and his eyes are very important.

"The power of heaven is unpredictable, and I am not deceived." Gao Xianzhi only said eight words, and what was revealed in it made Cen Shen stop for a moment.

The face saint returned, in the end, it was a depreciation or a compliment, from the other party's expression, he couldn't see any clues, and naturally he couldn't give a suitable word of consolation, Gao Xianzhi obviously didn't intend to talk to him, took a drink by himself, looked at him and said.

"Lao Cen, you went to Anxi for five years, right?"

"Six years, a certain is the beginning of Tianbao's fifth year, starting from Chang'an City, and walking for nearly two months."

Cen Shen was a little surprised, if it weren't for someone he knew, Gao Xianzhi would never use such a familiar title, but the friendship between the two was not up to this, if it was Feng Changqing, it would barely be enough.

"Tianbao for five years, at that time, he was a soldier and a horse envoy, and he was about to go to conquer the Daxi Department, but he only had swords and soldiers in his eyes, and your literary talent was useless in a certain opinion, even if he was a sword and pen officer, it was redundant."

Is this a shallow statement? Cen Shen was a little surprised, not caring about the other party's evaluation, but thinking about the intention, Gao Xianzhi's gaze had already left him, the wine cup in his hand was constantly turned by him, and his eyes glanced at the two figures not far away.

The heart is too tired, and the short time is right, and you have to think twice about it, because you don't know where there are traps waiting, and the literati may be useless, but they don't use knives to kill people.

The tooth plate of "squeak" sounded, and the clear notes filled the room.

"The red lips are a little peachy, and the makeup is shy and shy."

Cen Shen listened to the poem that he might have written, and fell into a trance, until a voice came into his ears.

"The capital is not a place for you to stay, go to the west of the city, there is a heroic place, the wind and clouds gather, and the man should be on the side, so as to live up to this life."

Cen Shen was startled and turned his head suddenly, Gao Xianzhi seemed to be intoxicated by the singing of the female singer, his eyes were frighteningly red, and he was humming in his mouth.

"A seven-foot man with a loyal heart, galloping thousands of miles away from his hometown, the distant border is late in summer, the grass and trees in the northwest are beginning to grow, and the galloping horses are faster than the birds, running to the sunset on the horizon."

The poems are his poems, but the words are not Chinese, not even Turkic or Sogdian, which are spoken in the Western Regions, but Goguryeo, which is extremely rare.

The words of the country that have been destroyed for 70 years!

It was obviously Zhu Jie's song, but Cen Shen heard the vast desert and the end of the hero, and the gray hair reminded him of the defeat last year, and this poem was written before the expedition.

"All the new divisions are protected, military uniforms are issued in May, and there are two million armor soldiers, and the golden light is scattered." Before he knew it, he continued in Chinese.

Gao Xianzhi turned his head, the two looked at each other and smiled, and sang in Chinese together.

"Raise the flag to blow Kunlun, cut the drum and shake Puchang, Taibai leads the official army, the sky is in the great wilderness, the west looks at the clouds like a snake, Rong Yi knows the loss, drives the Dawan horse, and takes the Loulan King ......"

The two women stood there helplessly, watching the two men beat their arms with jade sticks, singing hoarsely and tearfully, and the sad atmosphere could be felt even by women.

By the end of the song, the night had already been banned outside, and the entourage brought by Gao Xianzhi helped the two of them to walk outside the fang, this area from the palace to the outside of the Xingcheng Palace was the patrol range of the Yulin Army, and of course they could pass unimpeded.

"Lao Cen, I was wronged overnight in the cold house today." entered his mansion, and without waiting for him to speak, Gao Xianzhi couldn't help but arrange it.

Blown by the night breeze like this, Cen Shen came to his senses, looked at this luxurious mansion, and felt a little unsure in his heart, until now, he didn't understand the meaning of Gao Xianzhi's previous words, is it that the other party is going to be transferred out of Beijing again? It stands to reason that it shouldn't.

"Let's tell you the truth, let you follow so-and-so, it was Feng Er's idea, he was also for your good, thinking that he could have a future, but he never thought that something would happen later, so that you could waste the Jingshi, and now there is good news."

"Feng Er will take over as the envoy of the Four Towns Festival, it is better to follow him than to stay here and be a petty official, do you want to?" Gao Xianzhi paused for a moment and continued to meet his gaze.

"Out of the plug again?"