Fishing has always been a psychological sport, just like many people like to travel, like to read, like to drink, the fundamental purpose of fishing is to let people release stress, temporarily away from troubles, and seek temporary peace of mind.

It doesn't care about the outcome, it cares about the process.

Of course, men are naturally unadmitted, and while releasing pressure, it would be more perfect if they could take into account their skills and catch a few fish for their mother-in-law at home, and not be ridiculed by their mother-in-law for being the Air Force.

It's a pity that Li Qinzai sat from early morning to almost noon, and he didn't catch a single fish.

So now he doesn't talk about decompression, and even has a little high blood pressure.

Summed up a little bit the reason why I didn't catch a fish, of course, it's not that my skills are not good, but that there is a dead star next to me.

The mourning star squatted beside him, looking at the sparkling river in a daze, and sighed intermittently.

A literati is a literati, and even his sighs are full of melancholy temperament, like a peony flower ripened by urine, which seems to be elegant, but in fact it is riotous.

The surname of the mourning star is Luo, the name of the guest king, and Li Qinzai's family unfortunately invited back the curtain guest.

At this moment, Li Qinzai really wanted to throw this curtain guest into the river, but he didn't want it.

"If you sigh again, I'll throw you into the river, and if you don't catch two fish for me today, it's not over." Li Qinzai said coldly.

Luo Bingwang sighed: "Li Xianhou, you don't understand my ......"

"My life is too much of a failure, it's better to follow Dr. Sanlu and throw himself into the river!"

Li Qinzai said coldly: "If you want to die, die far, don't scare my fish away." ”

Luo Bingwang's expression was even more desperate, there were few bosom friends, and who would listen to the broken strings.

Luo Bingwang's life is indeed a failure, and the most unsuccessful thing is that he participated in this year's scientific expedition.

However, Abin's results in the college entrance examination were not ideal......

Not surprisingly, he did not fall off the list.

Luo Bingwang is indeed talented, but his talent may not necessarily be appreciated by the examiner, and the talent recognized by the people and the talent recognized by the officials are definitely two different things.

The results of the examination of the Ming Arithmetic subject are very transparent, because it has standard answers, right is right, wrong is wrong, even if the candidate is not convinced afterwards, Li Qinzai can calmly take out the test paper and smash it in his face.

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However, the Ming Jingke is different, and its evaluation criteria depend more on the subjective preferences of the marking officer, especially the policy topic, the same policy essay may have two completely different results in the eyes of different marking officers.

It's either subtle or it's nonsense.

In short, the extremely talented Luo Bingwang fell off the list like this.

wrote the world's amazing "Seeking Wu Cao", and even the later Wu Zetian thought that it was my fault that such a talent was not used by the country.

It's hard to imagine that such a talented person can't pass the scientific examination......

When Li Qinzai first heard the news, he felt very absurd, just like a professional racing driver who didn't pass the second subject, he couldn't help but doubt his life for Luo Bingwang.

Luo Bingwang stared blankly at the river, his eyes were empty, and Li Qinzai couldn't help but be secretly worried when he saw him like this.

This thing can't really jump into the river, right?

"Why don't you wait patiently for another two years and wait for the next scientific expedition?" Li Qinzai comforted gently.

Luo Bingwang shook his head sadly: "The spirit is exhausted, and there is no heart to enter the office." I wish to return to the mountains and forests from now on, to be a farmer, and to live my life. ”

Li Qinzai gently admonished: "You calm down, you will starve to death if you go farming, you really have no other advantages except writing articles, but your only advantage is that you have not been able to get into the Jinshi ......"

Luo Bingwang's body trembled, looked at him sadly, and then cried out loud.

Li Qinzai touched his nose curtly, hey, it didn't seem to be very tactful just now......

I don't know how to comfort people, especially men.

Li Qinzai's fishing mood was gone, and he worded for a long time, and squeezed out a sentence: "...... At least the "Song of the Goose" you made when you were a child is good, the goose goose goose, the song to the sky, the young children in the Zhuangzi will memorize it. ”

Luo Bingwang cried louder for some reason.

A talented person, the only work that can be done is actually made when he was a child, which is not very comforting and extremely insulting.

Seeing him crying sadly, Li Qinzai was helpless.

He knew that Luo Bingwang was actually arrogant, after all, he was one of the four famous early Tang Dynasty masters in history, and it was impossible for him to really be a bell-ringing teaching director in Ganjingzhuang Pheasant School for the rest of his life, right?

Like all literati, King Luo Bing still yearns for court officialdom, which is the consensus of all literati from ancient times to the present.

A big man cried in front of Li Qinzai's eyes, which challenged his patience very much.

After a long time, Li Qinjae finally got impatient.

"Hold it back for me!" Li Qinzai angrily reprimanded: "I'll help you go to ask for an official, I will personally ask the Son of Heaven for an official and give you an official position, okay?" ”

Luo Bingwang's crying stopped, wiped his tears and got up to bow down, and his movements were smooth and smooth in one go.

"Thank you Li County Marquis, in this life, but there is an inch of progress, all thanks to Li County Hou, I will repay you in the future."

Li Qinzai was stunned, always feeling as if he had been fooled......

Looking Luo Bingwang up and down, Li Qinzai said curiously: "Did you really cry or fake crying just now?" ”

Luo Bingwang pointed to his eyes: "Really crying, Li Xianhou, please see, here, and here, like fake tears......"

Li Qinzai sighed, how good it would be if this thing was his own student, and he would have no scruples when he killed him.

Hurried footsteps came from the beachhead, and Steward Song ran by the river with one foot high and one foot low, with an anxious face.

"Fifth Young Lang, please go home quickly, something is wrong!"

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Carrying the fishing rod back to the other courtyard, Li Sujie was waiting at the door, and when he saw Li Qinzai coming back, Li Sujie stepped forward and said with a solemn expression: "Sir, something happened in Chang'an City." ”

Li Qinzai hurriedly handed the fishing rod to Steward Song and said, "What's the matter?" ”

Li Sujie said in a deep voice: "Mrs. Wei was poisoned by Wu Weiliang and Wu Huaiyun's brothers, and my father was furious, and the whole dynasty was in an uproar. ”

Li Qinzai was taken aback: "Mrs. Wei is dead? ”

"Yes."

Scratching his head vigorously, Li Qinzai tried to straighten out the relationship.

Wu Weiliang and Wu Huaiyun The two brothers he has heard of are the cousins of Empress Wu, and of course the cousin of Mrs. Han, Mrs. Han is the mother of Mrs. Wei Guo, that is to say, Mrs. Wei Guo was poisoned by the two uncles?

The relationship is really messy, and the people in the upper class are blamed for their indiscretion.

"Tell me about it." Li Qinzai urged.

Li Sujie paused and said slowly: "Yesterday, Mrs. Wei was ordered by the queen to enter the palace to meet her, and at the same time, Wu Weiliang and Wu Huaiyun brothers were also in the palace, and the queen's original intention was to talk about the ......."

"However, unexpectedly, the martial brothers actually put a strange poison in the pastries brought into the palace, and the box of pastries was originally dedicated to the queen, and the queen gave it to Mrs. Wei at that time."

"After Mrs. Wei ate the pastry, she vomited blood when she got home, and died half an hour later."