Chapter 24

It was still early, and four people were already wandering around on the way out of Chang'an.

Cui Po rode on the horse, stretched his waist comfortably, yawning in his mouth, and asked in a vague tone: "Brother Dongye, when you get here, you should tell me who we are going to meet this morning!" He was sleeping less last night, and was pulled from the couch by Meng Jiao who was rushing to the sky early this morning, and then he was led out of the city south. There was no lack of complaint in his words.

"The new lyrics of the Eleven Lang song made Mr. Guo, who had been smiling for ten years, burst into tears in public. You are like Chen Ziyu back then. When you first came to Chang'an, you became famous in Beijing. It was the time when a young man was proud. You were so envious of me. You are so good at singing every night. You are just so envious of me! You must be careful of your body, haha!" After a teasing, when you saw Cui Po's face full of distress, you couldn't help laughing. When you saw Cui Po's face getting darker and darker, you were looking at yourself with fierce eyes, you just held back your smile and said, "My husband should be the country, and destroying the enemy is like destroying mountains. Why bother with the state and the hair is covered in hair? Today, Brother Yu wants to take you to see this person."

Looking at Meng Dongye's face that smiled like a flower, Cui Po secretly hated him, and he wanted to step forward and punch him, and his face was full of peach blossoms, and he was relieved. Hearing that he regarded himself as "a thousand gold medal hitting the piano" in the early Tang Dynasty, Chen Zi'ang, who was famous overnight, could only smile bitterly. Since the birthday party seven days ago, Cui Po really had the trouble of being a celebrity. His quiet courtyard suddenly became crowded and came to issue an invitation. The people who came to the audience were full of people.

What made him laugh and cry the most was that one of fourteen test-takers had been admitted to his disciples. He thought he was praised by him and thought he was famous. He completely forgot that Cui Po was also a scholar who was supposed to be promoted. This was already the case during the day, and it became even more unbearable at night. In the seven days, the banquets were first for the prince, then Guo Yan, Cui Youfu, Yang Yan and others were not empty, and many invitation posts were piled up on his book table, and the schedule was probably scheduled to be scheduled for the High Mountain Festival.

When he was worried, he was not in line with his followers. At this time, Xiao Liuzi, who had already changed the name "Di Shi", interrupted and said: "Young Master, we must go and return early. Don't forget the banquet of Princess Shengping of Guo's Mansion tonight, the last time..."

"Hmph, Xiao Liuzi, you are so brave. Who told you to ride a horse? Why don't you get out of here? I've been busy these days and didn't care about you. You have learned to be lazy. Now is a good opportunity for you to do your homework. Give me a good practice of foot strength. It's really! You know how lazy you can become? Well! Very old..." Xiao Liuzi's words made Cui Po find the opportunity to get depressed. He could only curse himself for not opening his eyes, but also "rolled" off the horse, stepped on his legs and practiced foot strength. He only laughed at the donkey next to him and read the book, but he didn't dare to speak loudly, so he could only cover his mouth and shrugged his shoulders.

Taking the opportunity to get a fire of ignorance, Cui Po's depression became much more relaxed. Then he remembered Meng Dongye's words, but he felt that the poem he was reciting had no impression of himself, so he was too lazy to waste his thoughts and said bluntly: "Brother Dongye, is this poem very famous? Just tell me directly who he is."

Seeing his dry look, Meng Jiao was amused, but he felt relieved. He felt that Cui Po, who had suddenly gained a reputation in front of him, still looked like he was the same as before. He ignored his complaints and spoke, "When he was born in the late Kaiyuan period, he was a child of a noble family. When he was young, he was a young hero and frivolous fur. Later, because of his cuteness, the three guards, the Majesty Xuanzong, and after the Anshi Rebellion, he regretted it when he saw that the country and the country were broken. He entered the Imperial Academy to study for a long time. He finally became a Jinshi and was appointed as the magistrate of Luoyang County. What I just recited was his poem. In this way, the Eleventh Lang should know who he is!"

"Children of aristocratic families...young heroes...characteristic changes," Cui Po murmured in his mouth, and suddenly a flash of inspiration in his mind, shouting: "Is it Wei Suzhou who 'the wild crossing has no man's boat crossing and the boat crosses by himself'?"

"What is 'Wild Dun'? His surname is Wei, but what does it have to do with Suzhou?" Meng Jiao asked confusedly.

When Cui Po heard this, he suddenly realized that Wei Yingwu had not yet left the capital to be an official, so he naturally would not be the governor of Suzhou, and he would not write the poem "The spring tide comes with rain and the sky is coming, and there is no one in the wild crossing, and the boat is scattered by himself." He memorized the books himself, but he made a big joke, but how could this reason be told, so he did not explain it, and he laughed and covered it up.

The journey was not lonely. After spending more than an hour, the four of them had arrived at Leyouyuan, one of the scenic spots in Chang'an. This place was originally a valley between two mountains, which was more than 30 miles long. Because Emperor Wu of Han once visited this place, he was happy and forgot to return to the famous world. The scenery was the most beautiful. Because it was close to Chang'an City, countless officials and officials have attracted to build other industries here over the years. Cui Po and others walked along the way, sighing at the scenery here, while being amazed at the magnificent house on the land. It was really "all the people in the eyes were from the palace, and there was no cold thatched hut."

Along the way, Cui Po sighed that today was worth the trip. After asking a few passers-by, before finding a quiet and elegant manor, on this Leyouyuan full of luxury houses and mansions, this residence with a Jiangnan flavor brightened Cui Po's eyes.

"Wei Yingwu's uncle, father, Wei Luan and Wei Jian are all the most famous painting masters in this dynasty, and their hearts are naturally different." While advancing, Meng Jiao explained to Cui Po.

He looked at the horse in front of the village gate. The two walked through the screen wall and came to the hall. Meng Jiao was ready, so he took out the prepared name and handed it over to him. His family passed it inward. The two sat down to taste tea, and the master of Jinghou met with each other.

After only two people, the Qingyi family, who had just entered the report, walked back to the hall and handed the Mingtao back to Mengjiao. He said with a blank expression: "The master of the family has no time today. It is really inconvenient to see the distinguished guests. Please forgive me, so please leave the text. If you have time, the master of the family will go and visit you in person!"

Meng Jiao's thoughts were cold as he said, but fortunately, he had been in many schools recently, and he had been rejected and could not change his face. He grabbed Cui Po, who was angrily trying to break in, and then took out another thorn from his arms and handed it to the servant with a smile on his face and said, "If you ask your servant to come in again, you will say that Cui Po is visiting Dingzhou." After that, he took out dozens of cents from his arms and put them in the hands of his family with an impatient face.

In this way, the family looked a little light and didn't say much, so they turned around and turned to the insider.

Cui Po broke free from the bondage and said angrily: "This Wei Yingwu bullies people too much..." After a while, Meng Jiao had already sighed: "It was no wonder that he was originally gathered in the capital. Now there are thousands of candidates gathered in the capital, and most of them need to be rewarded in one sentence. Therefore, no less than dozens and hundreds of people come to visit this sect every day, and he cannot see them all. Brother Yu is also an unknown person, so he can only do this. Besides, this is the case with this world. If I were also from a noble family, even if I was not able to learn, it would not be like this. Alas!"

Cui Po was about to answer the words when he suddenly heard a loud voice outside the hall: "This morning, the spirit bird reported good news, but unexpectedly, it was a song that moved the young talented man from Chang'an. He was negligent, negligent." It turned out that the master came to the hall in person.
Chapter completed!