Thirteen's mind is simple, even if a flower grows in the vast night sky, he may not see it, because he has nothing special to disturb, and he always likes to play chess with Zhou Gong.

The two children did not forgive him, pestered him, and wanted to listen to the story of the hero, thirteen and one rough people, the master is a rough man who is even thicker than him, where have you heard any stories since childhood?

If you want to talk about heroes, then there are really them, and you are!

So he told the two children about the past of himself and the third brother arresting the prisoners, and said that when he was emotional, he would have tears in his eyes.

After all, the third brother took the most care of him since he was a child, and he escaped death countless times, and it was the third brother who came out regardless of his own safety.

Thirteen boasted about how good he was, and at the same time couldn't help but recall the brotherhood of the year, thinking that the third brother was as kind to him as a mountain, and he had to take good care of his orphans no matter what, if something went wrong, it was better to touch a few handfuls of black ash on his face before he died, he didn't have the face to see the dead third brother.

The two children were completely stunned, although the little brain didn't quite understand what Thirteen said about brothers like siblings, but when they saw him dancing and spitting, they knew that Uncle Thirteen was telling a very wonderful story.

Wonderful is wonderful, but when the two children wake up, they won't remember a word.

After dinner, the old man and Xie Qian entered the study, Xie Qian sat on the chair, looking at the old man with a sad expression, the old man's face did not change, and he looked at Xie Qian calmly.

It seems that this emperor takes a fancy to him, the minister admires him, and the old man who is jealous of power and treachery is nothing in front of him, just an ordinary person, an old friend who has not seen him for many years.

"Changrun, I haven't seen you all these years, you are so old, what made you fall to the point where you are now?"

Xie Qian opened his mouth to ask, but the old man with a long word just shook his head slightly, let out a long sigh, and said: "Just because I lost once, no matter how many times a person wins, as long as he loses once at a critical time, it is enough to be ruined and have nothing." ”

Xie Qian was shocked, and asked in surprise: "With your ability, you will lose, there is still someone stronger than you in this world, who is that person?"

The corners of Changrun's mouth hooked up a wry smile, and said: "Naturally, there is, as long as you are a human being, it is difficult to get rid of the seven emotions and six desires, and it is inevitable that there will be more or less weaknesses, so it is reasonable that I will lose." ”

Xie Qian couldn't help but be curious: "Can you tell me why you were distracted, and who was the person who beat you?"

The old man in gray smiled faintly and said, "The past, don't mention it, don't mention it." ”

The doubts and curiosity in Xie Qian's heart almost made him jump, as if there were thousands of ants lying on his body, making him itch.

But he also knew that since the old man didn't want to say it, it would be futile for him to continue asking, so he immediately held back his curiosity, took out one of his poems, and said to the old man: "This is what I have done recently, and I hope you will give me some advice." ”

The old man took Xie Qian's poem manuscript, only to see that it was written: "The dangerous party knows that the road to the world is difficult, and the hills and ravines are idle and let the panhuan be." The fish soup and rice are full and bulging, and the mangosteen dwelling is secluded and easy to be safe. Xing is in the stream for a long time, and he is exhausted in the wilderness. In the evening, the clouds are like a wash, and the eyes are wide when you lean on the stick. ”

The old man nodded and said: "This work is subtle and far-reaching, the artistic conception is peaceful, and the leisure and comfort are in the ordinary scene, and the attainments are really outstanding today." But when I read from your poems, I faintly felt your depression and indignation. ”

Broken by the old man's words, Xie Qian sighed and said: "At the beginning, I impeached Liu Jin and others with that Liu Jian, and I saw that the Holy Lord was going to get rid of those disasters, but after only one night, there was a earth-shaking change, and the traitor actually reversed black and white, not only saved the head of Xiang Shang, but also counterattacked and expelled me and Liu Jian from the Jingshi, how can I not be angry in my heart, if Li Dongyang can make some decisions, why do we fall to the point where we are now?!"

The old man just shook his head slightly, and sighed: "This matter may not be as you think, just like this poem, its highest state is 'without a word, as much as you can be romantic', in my opinion, your writing has a little more axe and chisel atmosphere, lost its true meaning, and fell inferior." The same is true for officials and politicians, the situation in the court is changing through ups and downs, how can there be an invincible way to win the battle? The holy will is unpredictable, Li Dongyang's choice to stay may not be the best opportunity to wait, and you and Liu Jian are a realm below him at this point. ”

Being said by the elder Changrun, Xie Qian showed a look of shame and said: "It seems that we are too reckless, if this is the case, then Li Dongyang will bear the burden of humiliation, and it will really be difficult for him." ”

Nodding approvingly, the elder Changrun said slightly: "You and I are old, it seems that the world in the future will eventually be handed over to those younger generations to cultivate, you and I are still happy to live a good life." ”

Xie Qian suddenly brightened up, and said: "Don't fight, don't fight anymore, now that I think about it, the old man used to be like being on a strong wall, and he didn't see the light, but now he is broken by you, it's really clear-sighted." ”

"You can think like this, naturally it's great, in my impression, there is an interesting young man is good, it seems that the future world, will inevitably let him leap into the dragon gate, travel for nine days. ”

Hearing the praise of the elder Changrun, Xie Qian couldn't help but ask, "Changrun, who is this young man you are talking about?"

"I don't know his name, I only know that his father Wang Hua is a champion. Thinking about that meeting, it was eighteen years ago, and I think this young man has already made a name for himself. ”

Listening to the words of the elder Changrun, Xie Qian shook his head slightly, and said: "I have the impression that the young man Changrun said, his name is Wang Shouren, he is a six-rank petty official in the Ministry of War, although his official position is low, but he has a righteous spirit. Later, Nanjing officials such as Dai Mo and Bo Yanhui, who insisted on writing the book, were also arrested and imprisoned, and many officials remained silent. And the young man, who was only the lowest-ranking official of the Ministry of War, wrote to rescue Dai Mo and the others. Liu Jin falsely preached the holy decree, and he was punished with "forty court rods". Now it seems that he still has a bit of backbone. Later, I heard that he was thrown into the Jinyiwei prison, and although he was lucky enough to save his life, he was demoted to Longchang, Guizhou. ”

The old man stroked his beard slightly and said, "The heavens will descend on him, and it seems that he will really have to be tempered." ”

"I don't think so, being relegated to that desolate place, he is just afraid that it will be difficult for him to live. Xie Qian said with regret.

"Oh?" the elder Changrun sighed slightly, and said, "Then it seems that the era that belongs to him has not yet completely come, and the old man is looking forward to the performance of that young man?"

Xie Qian shook his head a little disapprovingly, and said: "The old man saw that although he was talented, he was not as stunning as Changrun said, in comparison, Li Mengyang, who was younger than him, was much more talented. ”

"Li Mengyang, who is it?" asked the elder Changrun with interest.

"This person is very talented, and he also has a very high status in the literary world, advocating literary retro, 'literature must be Qin and Han, and poetry must be prosperous in the Tang Dynasty'. Under such advocacy, it has injected a new vitality into the literary world and changed the previous style of glamour. ”

"Oh?" The old man was a little puzzled, nodded slightly, and said: "Then it seems that the country is really a generation of talents, born out of thin air, and the back waves of the Yangtze River are better than the front waves." ”