The lobby of the restaurant is staggered.

When the township tributes first entered Chang'an, they were all high-spirited and talked loudly about state affairs.

Many people even talked about the Wei Jian case, Liu Tao case, and Yang Shenjin case in Tianbao's five years without hesitation, and scolded Li Linfu.

One of the tables was telling the story of Li Linfu's misuse in various periods of his tenure as an official, shouting "Prime Minister Candu" to raise a toast and laugh.

Suddenly, someone shouted.

"Stone Castle City shouldn't be fought at all! Its city is dangerous, Tubo is defending the whole country, if things are not successful, retreat will be embarrassed! ”

When Xue Bai heard this, he turned his head to look, and saw that the three scholars sitting at the next table were arguing, and the caller was over forty years old, and he didn't know if it was because of wine or because of the dispute, and his face was red.

He couldn't help but wonder, it turned out that Xianggong Juzi was so clear about the major affairs of his family and country.

"Not bad." Yuan Jie was very interested in this topic, and immediately stood up and said: "Stone Fort City is dangerous on three sides, the only way can be up, if it is attacked, tens of thousands of people will die, and the gains outweigh the losses, rather than attacking, it is better to wait for the opportunity." ”

The topic was a little unfamiliar to the crowd, and most of them turned away and continued to drink.

Only the three scholars who were arguing brought wine glasses over and wanted to discuss with them.

"Zhujun Chun'an, in Xia Yanzhuang, these two are Zhang Tongru and Pingwei, and we are all Hebei Township Gong ......"

Yan Zhuang is in his thirties, quick thinking, sharp conversation, and quite capable;

Zhang Tongru is the one who shouted just now, the oldest, he failed to win the imperial examination for ten years, and he looked very depressed;

Ping Wei is a somewhat shy young man, who took out the scroll and showed it to everyone, and wrote a good article.

"It's me arguing with Brother Zhang." Yan Zhuang said: "I think there will be a war in the northwest in a year or two. ”

"I still don't think Stone Fort is worth attacking."

Yan Zhuang said: "The question is not whether it is worth it, you must know that since the fall of Shibao in the twenty-ninth year of Kaiyuan, Datang has been suspended for six years, and the soldiers have waited long enough, and now what should be considered is how to fight." ”

Yuan Jie was about to speak, but he was silent when he heard the words.

This is one of the most important current affairs in the Tang Dynasty, he has been paying attention, knowing that the three years of Tianbao Sage has ordered Emperor Fu Weiming to recapture Shibao City, but it ended in failure, and now it is exactly another three years, I am afraid that the holy will has been decided.

At the end, Yuan Jie nodded and said, "I still think the gains outweigh the losses, but looking at the recruitment order at the beginning of the year, it is indeed possible." ”

Yan Zhuang said: "Brother Yuan is a very smart person, how do you think you should fight?" ”

Zheng Qian stroked his beard and interrupted the conversation and asked, "Are you waiting for a thesis?" ”

"Go back to Zheng Taixue, yes."

Zheng Qian shook his head.

Xue Bai caught a glimpse of this scene and understood what Zheng Qian meant, Chun Xuan's strategy would definitely not come up with such a topic. It is unlikely that the imperial court will test a group of people with such a militaristic matter.

But the martial style of the Tang literati can also be seen.

At this time, everyone was drunk and hot, and although they couldn't discuss the topic, they were happy to discuss current affairs.

Xue Bai didn't like to express his opinions on such occasions, and only occasionally said a few words that were innocuous and not completely useless.

"Even those of us who are talking about it, presumably Tubo has already taken precautions."

"What Xue Xiaolang said is ...... reasonable"

After interjecting like this, Xue Bai observed them to see who was suitable to be a friend in the future.

Tonight, however, only superficial things can be observed.

Du Fu is peerless in talent, and he is worried about the country and the people, but without the city government, he will suffer a lot in the officialdom; Yuan Jie is a generalist in civil and military affairs, practical and strategic, but his personality is also quite tough.

Yan Zhuang is also extraordinary, but he is very utilitarian in comparison, and in some ways it can be said to be similar to Xue Bai; Zhang Tongru has been sharpened, scratching his sparse hair and sighing from time to time.

Ping Wei is a little surprising, at first glance he was just a shy teenager, but after getting drunk, his words were very sharp.

"I went to Chang'an with the taxes in my hometown, and I was thinking about it when I passed through Tongguan...... If the saint is willing to work hard, the people of Hedong can live much better. ”

Du Wulang hiccuped when he heard this.

Pingwei directly picked up the wine jug and poured it, the more drunk he became, the more he dared to say that Li Linfu should not have controlled the phase for more than ten years, and the sage had not visited Luoyang for a long time, and the people of Guandong were looking forward to it...... Even the saint should not expand Huaqing Pond, he dared to say.

When Du Fu heard this, he put away the madness on his face, and his eyes gradually deepened, showing a gloomy color.

Su Yuanming wanted to stop these wild words before he could speak, but Yuan Jie had already laughed and waved his hand.

"Brother weak, don't be afraid of people telling the truth, my generation wants to enter the imperial examination, because there are too few people who dare to tell the truth in the court now."

Yuan Jie stood up with a wine glass, touched a glass with Ping Wei, and said: "Brother Nu deceived the Son of Heaven for the sake of solid favor, and said, 'The Lord is above, and the ministers will be perfect, what do you mean?' He will keep the hundred officials silent all day long, like the horses used in the guard of honor, so that he may control the affairs of the state for a long time...... Today, hundreds of officials no longer dare to speak, if we don't dare to speak, then why bother to go to the department? In order to be a war horse?! ”

"Well said!" Du Fu was even more drunk, "If you enter the office, you will aim to Jun Yaoshun and sweep away the unhealthy wind, why be afraid?!" ”

Immediately, another person came over to toast, and the atmosphere was even more enthusiastic.

Yuan Jie is indeed a little too strong, but it is not immature. Now if you want to be famous among scholars, you have to scold Li Linfu, and there are more presumptuous people among them.

According to Xue Bai's silent and profit-seeking temperament, he usually doesn't want to get involved in these things, but he has already drunk a whole cup at this time, and he is a little drunk, so he even raised a glass to drink another cup with them.

After all, he can be a wicked person, but if there is no righteousness in the world, then even the inheritance will collapse.

I have to respect their high spirits before they entered the office.

~~

Late at night, curfew.

There is still a noise in the various hostels and restaurants in Wubenfang, but it is very quiet on the long street.

The door of the restaurant, which was completely closed, was opened, and Du Wulang poked his head out, looked left and right, and did not see the patrol in the workshop, so he stretched out his hand back and beckoned.

"Let's go."

Soon, several drunken figures quickly ran across the long street, young and old, hiding in the darkness by the high wall of the national prison.

Even Dr. Taixue and Guozijian are not allowed to walk with curfew, but fortunately, they have set up the gatehouse in advance, and the side door is not locked, so that they can flash into Guozijian.

"Whew."

Du Wulang was stunned and muttered, "I'm forbidden to take Dr. Taixue?" ”

Turning his head, Zheng Qian and Su Yuanming had staggered in the direction of the school.

Yuan Jie was picking up his luggage from the porter, and Du Fu was twisting his long beard and looking at the moon, as if another poem was about to overflow.

"You also live in the country?"

"There are no hostels in Chang'an City."

Xue Bai said: "Our number house is empty. ”

"Let's go." Du Fu flicked his sleeves, shook his head and said, "Lead the way." ”

Du Wulang thought of taking his uncle's great poet to live in the house, only to feel that this night was so wonderful.

He and Xue Bai had just been added to the Guozijian, and there was only one very dilapidated house. Usually they don't live there, they all go home separately, but fortunately, there are bedding.

The four of them went in lightly and closed the door, the atmosphere was quiet, and there was no excitement at the banquet.

Yuan Jie put his luggage as soon as he entered the door, he came from Luoyang, and his luggage was not much; Du Fu had even less luggage, only a book basket, which was full of scrolls and poems.

They were not in the mood to pick up after drinking, they didn't even light the candlesticks, and lay down on their own.

Talking about Xue Bai's poems again, Du Fu didn't think that someone behind him was ghostwriting.

"Sometimes it's like this, there are good sentences popping up in your head, and others don't know the reason, so they doubt you."

Xue Bai asked: "But I don't know how to carve a good poem, can I ask Du Gong for some advice?" ”

"Can you pass the rhythm?"

"No."

"Writing poetry is like a rhythm, and after you know it well, you can chant it......"

Du Wulang listened to these conversations, and only felt that Du Fu taught like this, and there was no difference between teaching and not teaching.

He was drunk and muttered inexplicably, "Good poetry." ”

It was the word he said the most all night.

The eyelids became heavier and heavier, and the conversation between Xue Bai and Du Fu in his ears became farther and farther away.

"Du Gong went to Chang'an, but do you plan to go to the investment bank?"

"I'm going to visit Prime Minister Zuo tomorrow."

"I don't know if it's Chen Gong, or Li Gong?"

“……”

~~

Early morning.

In the Guozi prison house, Du Wulang hummed on the couch as soon as he woke up, and his stomach hurt because he drank too much cold wine last night.

Turning his head, he saw that it was already three poles of the sun, and the other three people in the house were gone.

There was a knock on the door all the time, and that's how he was woken up. When I opened the door, I saw that Xue Xian was standing there.

"Huh? How did Xue Qilang get here? ”

"A-Niang asked the sixth brother that he didn't go home last night, but he lived in the number house? Sister Qinglan is also worried, but let me not say it. In addition, County Lieutenant Yan asked people to come to his house, and he also wanted to find the sixth brother......"

"There was a very powerful cultural meeting last night, and I drank late."

"How powerful?"

"How to say it, Du Fu you know, right? If you don't know, then I can't tell you. ”

Du Wulang fell back to the couch.

Xue Xian stepped forward and asked, "What about my sixth brother?" ”

Du Wulang thought about it for a moment and said, "I vaguely heard them say last night, who are you going to visit......

His head also started to hurt, and he couldn't even remember.

~~

Yongle Fang.

Li Shizhi's mansion is in the southwest corner of Yongle Fang, accounting for one-sixteenth of a square. And the surrounding more than ten small mansions are also attached to the Li Mansion, which is a place for clansmen and guests to live.

Xue Bai turned over and dismounted with Du Fu, and when he looked at it, he saw that the vermilion gate was closed, and the side door was also closed, and there was neither the gatehouse nor the guard.

Yuan Jie had his own relatives and friends to meet, so only the two of them came.

Du Fu stepped forward and knocked on the door knocker, and waited for a long time before someone opened the door.

"Dare to ask ......"

"My Ah Lang is not a guest."

Du Fu then handed over the prayer post and said, "Du Zimei will see you, please pass it on." ”

"It turned out to be Mr. Du, please come in first."

The porter was willing to let the two in, and quickly closed the door again.

The Li Mansion is magnificent, and when you enter it, you can see that the pavilions and pavilions are exquisite, and the background is not bad. After walking for a long time, when he sat down in a side hall and waited for a short time, a hearty laugh sounded, and Li Shizhi bypassed the screen.

"Zimei hasn't been to Chang'an for many years, and things are not people."

Xue Bai and Du Fu got up, looked at each other, and suddenly understood why Li Linfu hated personable officials.

Don't talk about anything else, just look at Li Shizhi's demeanor, which makes people feel that this should be the prime minister of the dynasty.

Li Shi is over fifty years old, and is the great-grandson of Tang Taizong and the grandson of Li Chengqian, the king of Hengshan. Li Chengqian was once the crown prince of Tang Taizong, if he hadn't rebelled and was deposed, the throne would have been in his vein.

"Left Phase."

"Don't call it that." Li Shizhi smiled open-mindedly, waved his hand and said, "I have been prime minister since I was a year old." ”

Du Fu sighed: "I heard, because Wei Jian and Huangfu Weiming are involved? ”

Li Shizhi didn't wait for him to be introduced, his eyes had already looked at Xue Bai, and said with a smile: "I saw you on the night of Shangyuan, and the poems are very well written. ”

He raised his hand and pressed it, not letting Xue Bai salute, and then said: "Don't be polite, on the contrary, I thank you a lot." ”

"I don't know what Li Gong means?"

"Sit down and talk."

Li Shizhi was not in a hurry to say these things, and his gestures seemed very free.

In Xue Bai's opinion, he has a little less of the reserved industry that an official should have, walking on thin ice, and too much aristocratic temperament, if he is an idle clan, he can be called virtuous, but he can't enter the officialdom.

"Zimei listened to my new poem?" Li Shizhi asked Du Fu.

"I haven't heard of it yet."

"Haha, I've long been tired of fighting with my brother and slave, and I am happy to be idle after the resignation, and I wrote a poem that says, 'Avoiding the virtuous and the first resignation, and the joy of the saint and the cup.'" In order to ask the guests, a few will come today. ’”

"Good poetry."

When Du Fu heard this, poetry surged again, but he still patiently listened to what Li Shizhi said later.

"It's a pity, my brother's heart is smaller than a needle, and he doesn't want to let me go. The impeachment of me has not yet subsided, and the Liu Tao case has arisen again. Speaking of this, Li Shizhi looked at Xue Bai and said with a smile: "Fortunately, my brother and slave were in a mess, so I was saved from being released, but shouldn't I thank you?" ”

"Don't dare to be, I didn't play any role in this case."

Li Shizhi stroked his beard and said, "That's what I thought of...... By the way, do you know what the crime of Gonu impeaching me is? ”

"Please advise Gong Li."

"'Li Shizhi and Wei Jian's party colluded with the party of the abolished prince Ying', but because I sympathized with Li Ying, he slandered him like this."

Xue Bai's heart moved, and he calmed down for a moment.

A person who has been a left-hand minister has a wide range of contacts and intelligence, and can guess a little bit of something.

If Li Shizhi couldn't even do this, he wouldn't have to take the risk to meet.

"Okay, let's not talk about these worries." Li Shizhi looked at Xue Bai for a while and said, "Zimei rarely comes to Chang'an, we should talk about poetry, have you heard?" In the fourth year of Tianbao, four years after Zhang Jiuling's death, He Zhizhang also left......"

Du Fu listened to the poems, just took out the scroll, and then heard Li Shizhi mention He Zhizhang's death, but he took the scroll and took out his brush.

"And then to Chang'an, things are not people. I have a poem that I want to enjoy with Zuo. ”

"Okay."

Du Fu looked sad, lifted his pen, and waved.

His first sentence was to write He Zhizhang.

"Zhizhang rode a horse like a boat, and slept under the well."

“……”

Xue Bai looked at Li Shizhi and had already understood.

He didn't know if this was the truth or just Li Shizhi's speculation, but if someone had protected Xue Pingzhao, the son of Xue Rust, in the past ten years, could it be Zhang Jiuling and He Zhizhang?

Therefore, Xue Pingzhao was resold within a year of He Zhizhang's death?

“……”

Du Fu is still writing hard.

"Zuo Xiangxing spends 10,000 dollars, drinks like a long whale sucking a hundred rivers, and holds a cup of music and is called a sage."

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