Spring will come to spring, flowers and flowers will bloom again, in Li You's unscrupulous carnival, Chang'an ushered in the first spring of Changqing.

In the fifteenth year of Yuanhe, the blood-dripping spring cold is being forgotten by people either true or false, and the current Chang'an is a prosperous scene, of course, a false prosperity.

This is a drunken dream of the late Tang Dynasty, this is a late Tang Dynasty where joy and desolation are intertwined: in the peony garden, there are deep and light shades of red everywhere; In Pingkangli, there are rogue teenagers everywhere; On Suzaku Street, cars are flowing like dragons; At the banquet, you can always see the young man who is drunk and hot.

After the staggered drinking, it is naturally the chatter of the sea and the sky, and the focus of the chatter is naturally this year's Spring Festival: each has its own merits, who will be the title of the gold list, who will be the leader, who will buy the examiner, who will open up the joints, who is high but wants to be named Sun Shan, who is mediocre but can cross the dragon gate.

Spring is coming, but Duan Wenchang is leaving.

There were many prime ministers in the Tang Dynasty, very many, as many as 574. However, there are not many people from poor backgrounds, not too many, but very few, and few are pitiful. Unfortunately, Duan Wenchang is one of them.

Without the ancestors who left their names in history, there was no prominent family, there was no family assets that rivaled the wealth, and there was no family tradition of Hanmo, Duan Wenchang had nothing when he was young. Yes, it's just the sorrow of wandering the world; Yes, but the desolation of poverty; Yes, it's just a heart that refuses to be presumptuous.

A set of clothes that can only cover the body, a pair of broken shoes with seven holes and eight holes, a young boy wandering all over the world, and a young scholar who is down-and-out. Duan Wenchang's youthful years only have gray memories that have nowhere to talk about, and there are no sweet memories of juvenile madness.

The cicadas are poignant, and the showers are beginning to stop. In the wine shop, a young man staggered out, half sober and half drunk. The young man was a scholar, a ragged scholar. After the rain, the road was very muddy, and the scholars had a hard time walking.

In front of a large mansion with carved beams, the panting scholar stopped his heavy steps. He calmly took off his shoes and socks, walked to the puddle by the roadside, and began to wash his feet. While washing, he said to himself: "If one day, I become a festival envoy, I must buy this mansion." All around, there was unbridled laughter.

Later, this down-and-out scholar came to Chengdu and lived in the shogunate of the Nishikawa Festival, and finally had a more comfortable life. It's a pity that good flowers don't bloom often, good luck doesn't always exist, and soon, this down-and-out scholar was involved in the rebellion of Liu Bi, the envoy of Xichuan Jiedu, and he involuntarily became a traitor and thief.

When Gao Chongwen entered Xichuan like a bamboo, and when the arrogant Liu Pi became a poor prisoner, his subordinates all ate his melons. One by one, they wore bast shoes and pleaded guilty. Fortunately, Gao Chongwen is an understanding person, and he knows very well that these scholars are just being coerced by Liu Pi. Therefore, for these trembling so-called traitors, Gao Chongwen not only comforted them with kind words, but also generously donated travel expenses, so that these celebrities could return to Chang'an smoothly. At the same time, Gao Chongwen also generously drafted a seal and recommended talents to the Son of Heaven.

It's a pity that Gao Chongwen's recommendation list is the only one who misses the scholar's name. Not because of contempt, but because of respect. In the face of this down-and-out scholar, Gao Chongwen respectfully made a bold prediction: "The king will be the general, and he will not dare to recommend it."