The three of them entered a wine shop, the houses here are very old, I'm afraid it's some years, but the price of drinks and side dishes is not low, this is Chang'an. On the wooden platform inside sat a half-old holding a pipa and singing, although she sang correctly and well, but she did not have much hue, so that most of the diners present chatted with each other, and few people listened to her singing.

Su Jin and the others were no exception, they just turned their heads and glanced at them, and then they each gave up their seats, and finally Su Jin sat down in the position facing the door. After a while, a tea doctor came up, poured a few cups of tea first, and said, "Wait a minute, the guest officer, the guy will come to greet you soon." Sure enough, a guy with a smile on his face came, and Su Jin said that he wanted to be the east, so he asked them to serve a few plates of side dishes and a pot of good wine.

Butcher Wen said two sentences, pondering to find a topic, but he had asked Su Jin's name before, but Su Jin refused when he met in Pingshui, and now Butcher Wen couldn't continue to ask, so he said to the old Taoist who was sitting opposite: "Dao Chang can really meet each other and know people's luck?" ”

Lao Dao smiled and stroked the beard of his chin, and said with a mysterious face: "If you believe it, you will have it, and if you don't believe it, you will not have it." ”

Wen Butcher smiled: "In this way, you don't see a person who is either wealthy or literate?" ”

"Of course not." Lao Dao Kankan said, "When Poor Dao was staying overnight in Handan, he once met a young student who went to Beijing to take the exam, called Lu Sheng. He failed many scientific examinations, and at that time he was already poor, wearing short clothes and riding a donkey. The poor Taoist saw that Lu Sheng had no literary luck, so he persuaded him not to take the exam again. ”

Su Jin said: "Today's imperial examination system is different from the past, if Lu Sheng is still there, he will be successful in the examination after two years of hard study." ”

Wen Butcher remembered that he had failed the test several times when his family had not yet fallen, so he sighed with feeling: "The Taoist chief can't persuade him." ”

Lao Dao said with a smile: "The two of you are right, what the world wants in life is nothing more than to be able to cast oneself to glory to one's ancestors, thinking that success is the only way to live in vain in this life, except for this fame and fortune, nothing else matters." Therefore, you can't persuade just a few words, but the poor road has its own magic weapon. ”

Su Jin nodded slightly, thinking that although Lao Dao was a monk, he still had some experience of the world. Fame and fortune are often called mundane things in Shilin, but how many people can really let go of this thing? Utilitarianism means status, dignity, fine clothes and food, and so on too many things that people want, Su Jin thinks that he can't let go, he has done everything he can for that self-esteem, if he sees through the fame, he has to send someone under the fence now.

Butcher Wen asked curiously: "What magic weapon, why don't you take it out and let us see it for a long time." ”

Lao Dao patted a package he was carrying: "A porcelain pillow." When the poor road was in Handan, he lent this pillow to Lu Sheng, Lu Sheng leaned on the pillow and lay down, and as soon as he fell asleep, he married the wife of the beautiful and gentle Qinghe Cui family, and was promoted to the Jinshi, and was promoted to Shaanzhou Mu, Jing Zhaoyin, and finally promoted to the household department Shangshu and the imperial history doctor, Zhongshu Ling, and was named the Duke of Yan Guo. His five children were also high-ranking officials and married high-ranking families. Lu gave birth to children and grandchildren, enjoying all the glory and wealth. At the age of eighty, he fell ill for a long time and finally died. When he lost his breath, Lu Sheng woke up in shock, turned around and sat up, looked left and right, and found that Poor Dao was still sitting next to him, and the shopkeeper's steamed millet (yellow sorghum) rice was not yet cooked...... Haha, it turned out to be a dream. ”

After saying this, Lao Dao still picked up a glass of wine and drank it all, and sighed: "The glory of life is nothing but that! A life of grace and humiliation, an embarrassing and accessible fate, the truth of gain and loss, the reason of death and life, are nothing more than that. Lu Sheng woke up because of this and no longer went to Beijing to take the exam. ”

Su Jin didn't enter the realm of nature after hearing this, he just thought this matter was very interesting, and when he met Zhang Shuo, he could talk to Zhang Shuo, Zhang Shuo, who said that he liked to collect and sort out these folk anecdotes. Like the "Green Messenger" he wrote, he was amazed when Xue Chongxun had not yet ascended the throne.

Butcher Wen didn't seem to wake up, shook his head and said, "Why don't you lend me the porcelain pillow as well, how about I try it?" ”

Lao Dao smiled: "You have literary luck, after all, you can get what you want, life is like a dream, since you can have a sweet dream, why bother to borrow the pillow of the poor road in one fell swoop?" ”

The three of them did not know each other's names, but they chatted happily in the old liquor shop until dusk. When they parted, Su Jin did not forget to ask the old Taoist title, but the old Taoist did not refuse, and laughed: "Mr. has this question, I am afraid that the poor Taoist will leave his name in the present and the ancient!" After all, it is difficult to escape the burden of fame, so Mr. will call the poor road Lu Weng. ”

The next day, Su Jin went to the court, and when he was waiting for the audience under the locust tree at the inside and outside, he met Zhang Shuo. Zhang said that he was from the political hall, and Su Jin was from the cabinet, and most of the encounters on weekdays were to greet each other with a few words, and rarely talked too much. Today, the people of the two different yamen talked happily with each other, almost forgetting that the cabinet and the political hall were two yamen that controlled each other, and they had found a common topic, and Zhang Shuo was really very interested in this kind of thing.

Even Zhang Xiao, the eunuch who came to deliver the decree, was very curious when he saw this, and saw that the two of them were talking and laughing, so he listened to what Su Jin said while talking to other ministers after the decree. Today, Xue Chongxun didn't see the ministers again, and asked Zhang Xiao, the minister of internal affairs, to ask the ministers to go back to the yamen to work.

One of the verses that Zhang Xiao heard was borrowed from the pillow, and it was probably not good to stay with the minister for too long after listening to it, so he had to go to the greenhouse hall to return. When he saw that Xue Chongxun had finished preaching, he mentioned it softly: "Zhang Xianggong and Cabinet Master Su had a very happy conversation under the locust tree outside the door. ”

Zhang Xiao was promoted to do internal affairs, often walked around among the emperor's ministers, and he also had some insight into the political situation, he knew that the cabinet and the political hall were actually two yamen with checks and balances, and it was a bit abnormal for the cabinet ministers and the prime minister to talk and laugh. Zhang Xiao was also responsible for helping the emperor contact the inner factory yamen and secretly reporting the news, so he did not forget to mention Su Jin's matter at this time, and also had the intention of inviting merit to curry favor with Xue Chongxun.

"What did they say?" Xue Chongxun really asked.

Zhang Xiao roughly told the story he heard, only in the second half Lu Sheng had a dream and then gave up the imperial examination, but he didn't hear the ins and outs of the first half. Unexpectedly, Xue Chongxun blurted out as soon as he heard it: "Huangliang dream." ”

"The emperor made an idiom." Zhang Xiao is busy flattering.

Xue Chongxun remembered that there was really no such idiom at this time, and immediately smiled: "The source of this idiom will not be here, it should be circulated from Zhang Shuo's pen." Last time, Zhang Shuo also wrote an article "The Messenger in Green", which was very well written; This time there is such a good story, he will definitely adapt it into a text engraving. ”

Zhang Xiao saw that Xue Chongxun's expression was relaxed and he smiled after hearing about it, and he didn't care about it, so Zhang Xiao didn't say anything more.

"I gave the word "Huangliang Sweet Dream" to Zhang, but I did come up with a poem." Xue Chongxun said with interest.

"Every line of the emperor's poem is a swan song for the ages, and it will be sung all over the world!" Zhang Xiao just slapped the horse's leg, and before Xue Chongxun started to compose a poem, he sang the praises first. Xue Chongxun was also used to hearing this kind of words, and he didn't care, he got up from the chair and paced back and forth a few steps, looking like he was really going to compose a poem. His younger sister, Princess Hezhong, who was helping him to review the folds, also smiled and took a piece of paper and put it in front of her, lifted the brush on the inkstone with one hand, held her chin with the other, and looked at Xue Chongxun with great interest.

After pacing a few steps, Xue Chongxun finally "remembered" almost enough, and then opened his mouth and said: "In the forty years of the prince and the marquis, even if it is a dream, it is also romantic. I am in despair and want to borrow a pillow from Mr. ”

Before Zhang Xiao could praise it, the princess in the river preemptively smiled and said, "Brother has written good poems!" Even Yao Wan on the side was contemplative, obviously the content of this poem was a bit chewy.

Xue Chongxun became in a good mood, laughed heartily a few times, and turned around to see that Hezhong was writing down the poem, so he pointed to the paper in front of her and said: "After writing, let Zhang Xiao copy two copies, one for Su Jin and one for Zhang Shuo." ”

Zhang Xiao hurriedly followed the order, and when he passed the poem of the inner palace to the Nanya, the minister thought that the emperor had some decree, but it was a poem. As soon as the ministers were interested, they wanted to compose poems with this title to give back to the emperor, and the atmosphere of the north and south centers today became harmonious. G