Chapter 11 (This chapter is free)

Following the book, he turned his head and saw a handsome young man in white clothes walking out of the hall, about eighteen or nineteen years old, behaved casually and generously. After the man smiled at him, he went to greet his son. But this smile made the little boy feel extremely warm.

Cui Po saw that the young master who had just composed the song was between 25 and 26, wearing a white-washed Confucian shirt. Although his face was handsome, he had an unconcealed look of poverty. At this time, he still seemed to have not been relieved of the sadness. He heard this and did not answer, but just stroked the stone tablet that had already peeled off by himself. Seeing this, Cui Po couldn't help but sigh slightly, "Hey! Another fool!"

Unwilling to be too sad, Cui Po said, "Why should this brother suffer like this? What these two wise men do in accordance with the righteousness of the laws of nature and gain peace of mind is enough to be said to have obtained their ambitions. After a thousand years, there are even people like me who admire their actions and respect their ambitions. I think that I will definitely not be lonely when I come to the fountain. I don't have to do this, so as not to be too sad and hurt myself. Isn't this losing the original intention of the two wise men?"

At this point, the young master gradually got rid of it, and bowed to Cui Po and said, "I was so happy that I was laughed at me. I was not just for these two wise men. I was just feeling the current affairs and couldn't help but feel sad. Since the Hu'er chaos in the late Tianbao period, the world has been full of smoke and people are displaced. It is clear that there are no such great wise men who have taken the world to educate the world and promote the way of "concession". Don't rush to attack for your own selfishness and make violence easier. What's even more lamenting is that now the vassal states are domineering and the eunuchs are domineering, but there is no King Wu of Zhou to accept the world and clean up the country. Today, I just give in and give in to others just to calm things down. Although he is a kind king, how can he clarify the current problems and reappear in the prosperous times of our dynasty Zhenguan and Kaiyuan?" After saying this, he sighed and hated.

When Cui Po heard him pointing at the face of a stranger, he was quite dissatisfied with him so much, and thought even more: "I am another scholar of spirit, I am afraid that I will definitely be troubled by my words in the future."

He thought about it, but the scholar had all the aura in his heart and no longer sighed about the rise and fall of history. After a closer look, he saw Cui Po’s character’s romantic and elegant demeanor, and he couldn’t help but feel good about it. He spoke, “Meeting is a fate. In Meng Dongye, Wukang, Xiahuzhou, the brothers are seven. They are the candidates who went to Beijing to take the exam. I don’t know who the young brother is, and what are they called?”

The three words "Meng Dongye" are heard. Cui Po only felt that the name was familiar, but he was anxious for a moment but couldn't remember it. So he let it go aside for the time being and answered: "Boy Cui Po in Dingzhou is also a disciple of the capital. On the eleventh day of the year, I am so lucky to meet Brother Xian here today."

"Dingzhou...Cui Po...Eleventh" Meng Dongye murmured for a while, then suddenly looked up and said, "Dingzhou Cui Po, when will you have the "My Moon" Cui Po?" He was quite surprised and surprised. Cui Po had encountered such situations in recent years. Although he was used to it, he was not so at ease in his plagiarism of others. He smiled bitterly and said, "It's just that."

"I'm lucky to meet, I'm lucky to meet a young talented man who is famous all over the world today. It's not in vain to be sad. To be honest, my brother's song "When will the bright moon come to you" is actually a work of seizing the world'. I admire you very much, so I admire you very much! Since I'm going to meet you today, I must ask for advice from Shiyilang for advice!" Meng Dongye said with a very fast speech, and it seemed that he was really excited.

Cui Po was depressed again and wanted to slap himself. Why couldn't I just give myself a word? In addition, I couldn't explain the source of this "Shuituo Songtou", so I could only smile bitterly again and thank him.

The two of them naturally had a long greeting. Then the three of them came to the temple again and cleaned it carefully. They also used the incense and candles and tribute fruits brought by Meng Dongye before they went down the mountain together.

When they arrived at the foot of the mountain, they each took their own mounts and returned to Puzhou Prefecture City together. However, Meng Dongye seemed to be poor and rode a short Shu horse. The book boy was even more of a donkey with his book, so he was not happy. The mansion he arrived at was already afternoon.

Meng Dongye also stayed in this Puzhou Inn. After a little washing, he came to find Cui Po. Seeing Cui Po alone, he was surprised and said, "Is Shiyilang actually going to Beijing alone? Why didn't he even bring a book boy?"

"It's better to walk alone, what kind of book boy do you want?" Cui Po replied with a smile.

"Young brother is so bad, so you may not be allowed now, but here has reached the border of Gyeonggi Province, and Chang'an is just around the corner. At that time, the book will be carried out and everything is in the assassination. If there is no book boy, would it be that the young brother will go alone? If so, with your family background behind the Cuimen, you will interact with these people who are in charge every day. I am afraid that within three days, it will definitely become a laughing stock in Chang'an. Don't think about the Jinshi again," Meng Dongye said disapprovingly.

"Oh! It's so serious." Cui Po asked in shock when he heard this for the first time, but he was relieved the next moment. The poor scholars who seemed to be Meng Dongye in front of him all thought so. Wouldn't the dignitaries and nobles in Chang'an City become even more serious? He was worried at the moment. Seeing that Chang'an was looking at, he went there to find such a suitable book boy? Unfortunately, there was no maid named "Qiuxiang", otherwise it would be nice to bring Hua'an to the door, Cui Po thought of it with teasing.

Meng Dongye seemed to see Cui Po's sleep, and pulled him up and said, "Young brother, what's the problem? Let's go, Brother Yu will take you to the street market to buy one."

"Buy people..." Cui Po felt that his brain was not enough for a moment. He never expected that a Confucian scholar like Meng Dongye, who was worried about the country and the people, would open his mouth and want to buy and sell the population. After earning a little, he said in surprise: "If you accept your body and accept it from your parents, how can you buy and sell it at will? Besides, if I really bought a boy, wouldn't it be a disaster for his parents to separate their flesh and blood? How can you do this if you do something about peace? No, really no."

Meng Dongye let go of Cui Po, turned his head and looked at Cui Po with a very puzzled look. After a moment, he said, "Young brother is strange. Your Cui family is the first in the family, and this slave still uses less! Besides, most of the people who sell them are their parents, and they do it in poverty. If they sell them, they can keep their lives for the time being. If they don't sell them, the whole family will starve to death. If you are a kind person like Young Brother, buy him.

It was his great opportunity to enter; Besides, the things in this world that sweeping the courtyards and serving food always require people to do. Could it be that people like you and me who read the books of sages should take this cheap battle? This ritual is like this for less than a thousand years. Young brother is so stupid!" After he finished speaking, he probably thought Cui Po's thoughts were really ridiculous, and finally couldn't help but sneer twice, which made Cui Po feel depressed.

Although Cui Po felt that the world was like this, he really asked him to buy someone back immediately. After all, it was difficult to accept it. He refused Meng Dongye's advice and only talked about Chang'an and made him laugh again.

At this moment, the two of them came to call for dinner. On the way, Cui Po asked Meng Dongye: "Is this "send to the book" you bought to make a book boy?"

"It's not me, it was my mother who bought it, what's wrong?" Meng Dongye replied as if he was a natural person.

Cui Po ignored him anymore, but instead asked Suishu Kaiyan: "Suishu, if you leave your home, you will be able to travel thousands of miles with your young master at a young age. Wouldn't it be uncomfortable?"

"What a bad thing! Old lady, the young master is very kind to me. Besides, my parents used the money to sell me to treat my third brother. There was still some surplus grain at home, and I had meals for every meal. If I didn't sell me, my third brother would be gone long ago and our family wouldn't have food for me. Besides, I can often go home to see you, so it's not sad. Many children in the village are like this. I'm pretty good, so what else can I be sad." The boy answered cleverly with the book, only saying that Cui Po was speechless; Meng Dongye laughed aside.

After finishing the meal, Cui Po returned to the room and washed it a little. He just took out a book to read it. He saw Meng Dongye walking into the room with his eight-character swaying step by step. Without saying much, he just slapped a piece of paper in his hand on the table and said, "Shiyilang, this is what I did on the way a few days ago. Can you still see it for Brother Yu?"

Cui Po picked up the paper lazily and looked down. The first thing that caught his eye was the title of the poem. When he saw the three words "The Wandering Son", Cui Po was shocked and looked down. It was the poem "The thread in the hand of the loving mother, the clothes of the wandering son. She sewed it tightly before leaving, fearing that she would return late...", and was stunned.

Seeing Cui Po speechless for a long time and not thinking about the poem, Meng Dongye asked in surprise: "Shiyilang, what's the matter? Could it be that Brother Yu's poem is so far away..." After waiting for further discussion, Cui Po finally woke up and asked himself in a very weak tone: "Is Brother Dongye's name a single word "女"?"

"That's right, how did the young brother know? Let's not talk about him for now, please comment on this poem for me quickly. If there are any shortcomings, it's better to change it earlier." Meng Dongye said anxiously.

Meng Jiao and Meng Dongye, a middle-Tang poet who is known as the "Poetry Prison" in the history of literature, is called "Han Meng" together with Han Yu; and a person who is known as "Jiao Han Island Thin" and has a generation of poetic style together with Jiao Dao, he actually asked himself to comment on him. Cui Po suddenly felt that the world was extremely absurd and couldn't help but murmur: "This world... is really... crazy!"

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