Just after September, the autumn breeze is slightly cool, and it will blow through the willow tops. The early morning sun, a light rain last night, was softer and warmer, casting shadows through the willow leaves.

The road is neither hard nor soft, with the fragrance of grass and trees, and four snow-white goats pull a crownless wooden cart, facing the wind on all sides, walking briskly in the middle.

In the wooden cart, sat Wei Jue.

He wears a white scarf on his head, and his whole body is also white, only a black silk is draped behind his back, black and white, black and white pure, black and white shocking. In front of him was a low case, in which was a Jiaotong qin.

At this time, he lowered his head slightly, gently plucked the seven strings, and the sound of the fairy humming immortal hummed resounded in the official road, which was a song of mountains and flowing water.

The wide sleeves of his robe swayed slowly from side to side, and the sun shone on his ten slender fingers, which were like onions and jade, and they were very agile, plucking the ink mountains and rivers along the strings.

"Buzz!"

Ten fingers pressed together, and a long groan was uttered.

He slowly folded his hands on his legs, and then he looked up. The face is like a tender jade, with the sun wanting to penetrate but not penetrating, the lips are pale and vermilion, and the words have not stopped. A pair of phoenix eyes, the black beads in the eyes are like paint spots, like a lake of autumn water, I don't know how deep it is, whether it is warm or cold. If you look at it, you will feel the starry eyes again, and you will lose your mind in an instant. If you want to take a closer look, he leans on the wind, ethereal and gratuitous, making people unable to distinguish his true face. I was full of feelings, and I only felt that there was such a beautiful man in the world.

There are clouds in the Book of Poetry: there are bandit gentlemen, such as cutting and grinding. But even these verses are not as good as his style. Such a character is a masterpiece of heaven, how can the words of the world be obtained. It is in line with Song Yu's sentence: adding one point is too long, and subtracting one point is too short.

"Ahem......"

At this time, a gust of autumn wind hit, Wei Jue couldn't help but cough with his hands covered, his face flushed to his cheeks. At a glance, Jianye City is already in sight.

Looking at the crowd around the city gate, he could only smile bitterly. Director Wang arranged such a convenient car for onlookers to him, and his mind was clear, that is, he wanted to use his name to show Sima Rui's virtue. But even if he knows this, what can he do, although he comes from a famous family, but in troubled times, everything can't help it. He went to Yuzhang to see Wang Dun, and watched Wang Dun's wolf walking tigers, probably a traitor rather than a minister. As a last resort, I had to come to Jianye City to send people under the fence.

This kind of thing of being watched by people has been experienced since he was a child, and he is not afraid. Slowly got up, let the four goats pull the cart towards the crowd.

In Jianye City, thousands of women watched the sheep cart pass out of the willow trees, and gradually came into view. The wall man in the car was carrying one hand behind his back, and his wide robe was lightly spread in the wind. The sun soothed from behind him, as if it were draped over his body, and it was painted in the best color.

A gentleman is like jade, and jade is warm and smoky.

Near, near, the crowd lost their voices.

This scene is extremely quiet. The sheep cart passes through the crowd, and the crowd naturally moistures. All eyes followed the people in the car, and the woman who was gathered in front of them forgot to throw the fruit sachet.

Seeing that he was about to enter the city gate, Wei Jue secretly pinched a handful of sweat, hoping to stop there. But this is just his own idea, and the crowd has been treating him for a long time, so he is not willing to let him go easily. At this moment, a fruit fell from the sky and landed right in his sheep cart.

In a moment, the picture is alive.

Rows of women surrounded him and caught him in the middle. If you look down from above, this scene is spectacular. But seeing the fruit sachets flying around, one by one the daughters were ashamed, but they had the courage to describe him carefully. If he had turned his eyes, the women would have clutched their chests in their hands and almost fainted.

After reading the front row, after throwing the things in his hand, he turned back three times in one step, reluctantly left, and the back row went again. At this time, the women did not need to guard the armor to maintain order. During the Wei and Jin dynasties, it was not the first time that thousands of people had seen beautiful men in empty alleys, and everyone knew how to look at it, so that they could be both safe and enough.

Exactly, you see, I'll come again, the rain and dew will be wet.

From the beginning of the morning sunshine to the final sunset, the crowd gradually faded away. At this time, Wei Jue's car was full of all kinds of throwing objects from his daughter's family. He stood in the middle, not daring to move, for fear that a careless man might bury him in the mountains of things. Fortunately, the man who came to pick him up saw that the crowd had dispersed, and quickly ordered the left and right armor soldiers to free him from the sheep cart.

Wei Jue stood for a whole day, his back and legs hurt, and he didn't get a drop of water. As soon as he sat in the ox cart, he was dizzy for a while, and his face was covered with cold sweat, so he hurriedly took out the silk scarf from his arms and wiped it, closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before he eased up. At this time, the ox cart had moved and slowly entered Jianye City. Tonight, he has to go to see Director Wang.

At the same time, on the edge of the Yangtze River, there was a little boy about seven or eight years old, who was sitting on a raised stone in a daze. His eyes were confused for a while, distressed for a while, and hideous for a while. With the change of his face, the two small hands were in front of his chest, Shi Er was vain, and Shi Er clenched into fists tightly, some like crazy demons.

In the middle of the night, the little boy suddenly jumped up from the stone, pointed to the river and scolded: "God, you can't beat me, Lao Tzu has to come out with a toss and show you ......"

"Xiao Lang Jun, Xiao Lang Jun."

There was a cry in the distance, and the little boy looked back to see a Tsing Yi attendant running on the gravel beach.

The retinue in Tsing Yi was about fifteen or sixteen years old, five big and three thick, with a simple face. As soon as he jumped on the stone, he hugged him and shouted: "Xiao Langjun, don't think about it, Madame is still sick, you are all her hope." If you're gone, how will she live......

The strength of this attendant was so great that a pair of iron arms clamped the little boy so tightly that for a moment he was out of breath and could not speak.

"You, you ......"

The entourage in Tsing Yi lowered his head and saw that the little boy's face was purple, showing the color of pig liver, and he was immediately shocked: "Xiao Langjun, why is your face so bad, don't you scare me, is it uncomfortable there?" ”

The little boy felt dizzy in his head for a while, and suddenly stepped on the instep of the entourage, and the entourage in Tsing Yi was in pain, and the hand holding him loosened slightly. He took advantage of the extra breath in his chest, and hurriedly shouted: "Quick, let go of me, I'm about to be suffocated by you......"

"Oh, ah!"

Only then did the Tsing Yi entourage realize that his little Langjun was not uncomfortable, but was hooped like that by him, his body jumped away, touching his head and smirking. With a smile, he stood at the corner of the river by the stone, in case Xiao Langjun couldn't think about it.

The little boy stroked his chest and took a few breaths, and the purple on his face gradually slowed down, returning to the color of jade white. At this time, I came to see him again, his small body was wearing a moon-white kudzu robe, with pink makeup and jade, red lips and white teeth. At a glance, he knew that he was a son of a famous scholar family, if he was an inferior commoner, how could he raise such a face.

The little boy asked, "Blessing, are people coming?" ”

The Tsing Yi retinue replied, "Here, there are so many people." From the city to the outside of the city, from the morning to the present, the fruits in the car are piled up. Tsk, that's a big scene. However, Laifu thinks that if Xiao Langjun grows up, he will definitely look better than that uncle! ”

The little boy smiled when he heard this, and thousands of people watched the killing of Wei Jue, of course, the scene was huge. Otherwise, wouldn't this most beautiful man in ancient times be in vain. Moreover, in his memory, he had seen Na Wei Jue three or five years ago, and he was not much better than any movie star or singer in later generations. If you can describe it in four words, it is: natural.

"Let's go, let's go!"

The little boy lifted the corners of his robe, jumped off the rocks by the river, and headed towards Jianye City. Laifu behind him followed him to the gate of the city, touched his head, and couldn't help asking: "Xiao Langjun, will we be kicked out if we go this time?" ”

"Probably not!" The little boy looked back, a calm expression on his face.

"Then, that uncle, will you lend us money?" Laifu asked again, he had already visited a lot of big people with this little Langjun, but every time he was kicked out, some of them simply didn't see him.

"Alas!"

The little boy sighed leisurely, and the vicissitudes of life appeared on his little face, and said: "I don't know, but do your best, each according to the destiny of heaven!" I hope that this Wei Jue can be as said in the history books, not in terms of worldliness! ”

Laifu said: "Xiao Langjun, in fact, Laifu feels that since Xiao Langjun fell, the whole person, his mind is clear, and his eyes are clear, this is a blessing." But if there are too many blessings, it is a curse. If he kicks us out again and doesn't borrow money or books, maybe it's a blessing. ”

"Fortune, thank you!" The little boy looked at Laifu fixedly, listened to his messy words, and knew that he was comforting himself in advance, and his heart was warm for a while, but his little body was getting straighter and straighter, and his eyes were more determined.

Flicked the sleeves of his robe, turned around and entered the city gate, and went straight to Wuyi Alley.

His name is Liu Nong, nicknamed Hutou, and he is the grandson of Liu Ling, the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest. Liu Ling was born from the Liu clan of Peijun Wang, and served in the army for the shogunate of General Jianwei before his death, and was extremely good at wine. Among the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest, he is not as good as Ruan Ji and Ji Shuye in terms of fame, but in terms of the amount of alcohol, the two of them together are not as good as him. At each meeting, he would bring with him a servant, who would bring a hoe of his own. He said to his servant, "If I am drunk, bury me on the spot."

This Liu Ling is so good at drinking, and the sons born are all stupid, and Liu Nong's father is no exception. In the fourth year after Liu Ling's death, Liu Nong was born. According to the time calculation, his stupid father planted him during the mourning. Therefore, as soon as he was born, he suffered a lot of white eyes, and his grandmother Xu Jiao was angry, so she let their mother and son live separately, although they did not kick out the family tree, but it was not much worse. The son born to a fool is no better, Liu Nong is eight years old, but he can't even speak clearly.

After the Yongjia Rebellion, the Beidi Shi clan fled south, and his grandmother took this opportunity to give his mother some money, and then pointed out a few retinues, and then abandoned the south and returned to Pei County. Liu Nong's mother is just his stupid father's little maid, who is obedient to his orders, and has lost the support of the family, how can he control those few entourage. Someone snatched the property and left, but fortunately, this Laifu loyal to the owner and desperately protected it, so that the mother and son could survive, and fled to this Jianye City with their mother and son. It's just that their belongings have been exhausted, Liu Nong's mother is sick again, and there is a gloom in front of them.

And at this moment, Liu Nong was crossed, and a thunderbolt slashed the people of later generations into his body. Faced with this scene, he sat by the river for three days and straightened everything out. The immediate priority is to urgently need money to treat my mother's illness. Then there is the registration of the book, so as not to be regarded as a homeless. The best, you can also borrow some scripture books, the Eastern Jin Dynasty celebrities all talk about the scriptures, if there is no book in this area, he will not be able to get other people's appreciation in the future. There is no scholar to rely on, there is no celebrity to recommend, he wants to get ahead, it is a fantasy. The culture of the Jin Dynasty was controlled by the family, and they controlled the situation of the court, claiming that they would be called the common people, and they had this book monopoly as a basis.

In just one month, he has visited many Jiangzuo upstarts who came from the south, these people all had an old relationship with Liu Ling when they were in the north, but who would put him in his eyes and eat all the closed-door soup.

Fortunately, Wei Jue is here.

Wei Jue is good friends with Pan An, and Pan An is good friends with his grandfather, and he has some relationship. He once read about Wei Jue's life in later generations, saying that he was an informal, very thoughtful figure. Moreover, the most important point is that this Wei Jue is not in good health, he is short-lived, and he has no descendants. If he copes with it properly, he will not only be able to borrow money, but he may also be able to get his book inheritance.

With these, he can take it step by step, hire slaves, build manors, study poetry and books, raise fame, and enter and exit the generals, creating a family of gate valves. Peijun Liu's family, abandon it, one day, let it regret it too late.

Everything is under control.