Drunkenly Resting Head Against Rivers and Mountains Chapter 151: Cursing Guanfuzi

In the main hall, quietly, sitting seven or eight Scholar. m 【】 【】 The oldest of these Scholars are almost seventy years old, and the youngest one is also forty-six or seventy-seven. There are more than a dozen ear roll cases on the hall, and a futon is placed in front of each case. . There were four treasures in the study and various books on the table. A large ceramic urn was placed next to each other, and there were many scrolls erected inside. As soon as we entered the hall, a fragrance of ink came to our faces.

The seven or eight Scholars are officials who are responsible for editing history, making criticisms, and summarizing various types of copywriting. Their work is relatively easy. The historical events of a few years are not more than a hundred words in the pen, so they usually do nothing. In addition to writing and painting, occasionally taking some private work to earn some pen fee, is to get together to commemorate poetry and have fun.

At this time, they were surrounded by a few cases, wagging his head in a high-spirited manner chanted, Shangguan Wan'er came in, the few small inner attendants who were waiting in the hall saw her first, and hurried forward to give a courtesy: "I have seen Shangguan waiting ! "

"Ah! Shangguan is coming."

The scribes saw Shangguan Wan'er coming in and greeted them one after another. Shangguan Wan'er sighed and said with a smile: "How many Scholar have another masterpiece?"

A Pentecostal Scholar twisted his beard and chuckled and said with a smile: "Shangguan just came to blame, Guan Lao just wrote a good poem, and is just asking Shangguan to wait for a tasting."

Guan Lao refers to the oldest of these Scholars. This person is named Guan Yi. This year is 60 or 70 years old. Because he is the oldest in seniority, he can only sit in his seat when he sees Shangguan Wan'er. You don't need to get up and meet, listen to that Scholar touted, Guan Yi chuckled, and she was just about to get the written poem, and a Scholar next to him happily took it up.

This Scholar holds a poem in his hand and says to Shangguan Wan'er: "Zhang Moudai Guan Lao Yin, please Shangguan Daizhao tasting!"

This Scholar is called Zhang Liang, and is also a Scholar in the Museum of History. Immediately holding a poem in hand, wagging his head in a high-spirited manner said authentically: "In the early morning, the Purple Palace was opened, and the atmosphere was chasing early in the morning. The North Que Huajing was here, and the Eastern Dawning was new. Turn it true. [I'll be there when I read the novel] I am suspicious of Guan Pei's entry, and I love my prodigy. Shaking Xiangyunli, Zhao Zhaoying the courtier. "

After Zhang Liang finished reading the poem, Guan Yi smiled and said: "The old man got up early today and came to the History Museum early in the morning. Seeing the direction of Mingtang in the morning, a great dynasty meeting is being held, with hundreds of officials in the temple and solemn weather. Before writing this poem, how about the Shangguan poem? "

Shangguan Wan'er said: "The poem of Guan Lao has a high intention and full of charm. The weather of the Royal Early Dynasty is described ..."

She just said that Yang Fan leaned in at the door and asked in a loud voice: "Shangguan is waiting, the things have been set aside, if there is no command, then go back first."

Guan Yi Old Master twisted his beard. Close your eyes slightly, smile, and nod your head gently. Just as Wen Xianlelun listened to the praise of Shangguan Wan'er, he was suddenly interrupted, and immediately frowned, opened his eyes, and glanced at him unpleasantly.

"Oh! You are ... Yang Fan!"

A small inner attendant in the history hall heard Yang Fan speak. A closer look, suddenly cried in surprise. In a word, he realized that he was a little forgotten, and quickly covered his mouth.

This little court eunuch usually likes Cuju. When Yang Fan was playing in the palace on the same day, he also watched it on the spot and remembered the idols in his mind very well. When he recognized this, he couldn't help but cried out.

I do n’t want him to call it. The youngest Lin Ximing Lin Scholar in Scholar could n’t help but happily called: “What do you mean, he is Yang Fan? That day Cuju even scored five goals, together with Princess Taiping, to Five enemies and ten, defeated Tubo ’s Yang Fan on the juju field? "

Juju is really the most extensive and popular sports in Tang Dynasty, with countless fans. This Lin Scholar is also a fan of sabre and Cuju. I usually have nothing to do with it. I will also fight with the three or five knowledgeers. A piece of Cuju or sabre for fun. I learned that the before one's eyes Imperial Guard guard is the Yang Fan he often talks about. Surprised and happy.

Guan Fuzi saw that Lin Scholar was so fussed about the appearance of a guard in the palace, and was even more displeased in his heart. He dragged a long tone and asked lightly, "Who is this guard?"

Aside Zhang Liang replied: "It is a bodyguard in the palace. It sounds as if he is good at hitting the ball. [Just read the novel to get there]]"

Guanfuzi "Oh" with one hand, his eyelids drooped down, holding the sleeve of his right hand with his left hand, lifted the pen to get full of ink, and waved on the paper, disdainfully said: "Jiju, Xiaoyao, and No benefit to the country, no benefit to the people, but it ’s just a gadget for entertaining people, do you need to make such a fuss! "

Lin Scholar listened to other words with sarcasm, and didn't feel bloated, but Guan Fuzi's qualifications were too high, he did not dare to refute.

Shangguan Wan'er slightly frowned on her delicate eyebrows. This Guan Fuzi has always looked above the top, but in his capacity, he cares about this with a guard in the palace, and he has no demeanor ...

Shangguan Wan'er was just about to insert a few words to expose this unpleasant atmosphere, and Yang Fan smiled.

The Imperial Guard bodyguard has no relationship with these idle historians for eight lifetimes. He does n’t have to worry about offending these historians, not to mention that he has n’t even thought about doing long for this Imperial Guard.

In fact, Guan Fuzi didn't care about these words. It's not that Yang Fan's cultivation has reached a state where he is not happy with things, not sad with himself, but because so far, he has not regarded himself as a Imperial Guard bodyguard, nor has he integrated himself into Imperial Court, into this environment. .

All he has done now is to find Miao Shenke , close to Qiu Shenji. When his goal is achieved, he will go away. Everything here is just a memory for him. Wouldn't it matter that being turned off Scholar looked down on the skills of Cuju he was proud of.

However, he could not care about Guanfuzi's disparaging of himself, but he did not care about Lin Scholar and the feeling of being humiliated by that little inner boy.

"They are humiliated because they appreciate my talent, how can I sit and watch?"

Yang Fan stepping into the hall, the voice is loud and honest: "The old gentleman said, some dare not agree. Although Juju is not a avenue, it is not beneficial to the country and the people, so I really want to talk about its use, I thought that it would be better than the poems and paintings that the old gentleman painted! "

Guan Fuzi's wrist sank, and a word was broken. He raised his head angrily, blowing his beard at Yang Fan and staring at him: "Ignorant boy, what are you talking about? Do you say this poem song is a trail? … Is it better to hit other juggling things like Cuju? Is this reasonable, and is it true! ”

Guan Fuzi is very old. When Li Shimin vigorously promoted the sabre sport in Tang Dynasty to improve the national riding and shooting level, he had already passed the age of learning sabre, so he always disapproved of this sport and even brought some conflict. He is an old man in this historical museum. Other Scholar and editors made him three points. Now he is taught by a big soldier how to bear it.

Yang Fan Road: "Hebei Road Jizhou area was drought last year and the winter was very cold. Now it is the season of green and yellow. Many refugees are begging to enter Beijing. Can the Master give a poem and let them have food and clothing?

Guan Fuzi was stunned, and said suddenly: "What is the point! How is this possible, this ..."

Yang Fan also said: "Four Garrisons of Anxi fell, and North Korea and China have different opinions. Some people think that Anxi is a tasteless place, and it is a waste of people's fat, and it is better to give up and ignore it. So concentrate on China, so that Anxi falls, and it cannot be recovered for a long time. , How to make Tubo obediently give up the four towns? "

Guan Fuzi's face was even redder, and he was shaking with anger, and he said, "One nonsense! One nonsense. The poems and songs are elegant things. What you say is a strategy of warfare. Really ... cough cough cough ... "

Yang Fan didn't wait for him to finish, and then said again: "The thieves on Taihang Mountains went up and down, and if they were arrested, they fled into the mountains. If they were not investigated, they would come back as a disaster. The local common people suffered terribly and suffered terribly. Write a poem and bring them to justice? "

Guan Fuzi ’s fingers were trembling and his face was swollen purple. He lit Yang Fan and said, "You ... you ... you ..."

Yang Fan His face sank, and he said sharply: "The way of culture and martial arts is the foundation of governing the country and the country. Poetry and prose is just a game derived from the way of culture. common people Being rich in food and clothing, but not able to enrich the country and strengthen the soldiers, serve the country and serve the world, but it is just a matter of entertaining people and nurturing the body and mind. Why do you make you proud?

Poetry is derived from Wen Dao, and Juju is derived from Wu Dao. Juju can strengthen your body, train and shoot, usually entertain people and entertain themselves, and you can use it in war. How can you not compare with your poems? Really want to count, your poems, had three or five princes, wagging his head in a high-spirited manner, have some fun, this is my falcon, royal nobles, scholar literati, Li Min common people, peddler, everyone can enjoy it, than Got it?

Your poems and essays have racked their brains and chewed on the characters. They have raised their limbs indifferently, and the grains are not divided. My Cuju can be strong, can train and shoot, and protect the country. This museum is not far from the History Museum. It ’s the provinces of China Bookstore ~ ​​IndoMTL.com ~ All the friends in China Bookstore are in charge of everything and do the best in the world. Which one is your useless poetry? "

"You ... you ..."

Guan Fuzi was so angry that before one's eyes burst black.

Yang Fan ignored him, smiled and saluted Shangguan Wan'er, said: "Shangguan is waiting for the decree, there is still a duty department under him, if there is no command next to him, then he will go back to Wucheng Hall on duty. "

"You, go!"

In Shangguan Wan'er's eyes, there was a faint light, but she didn't expect that Yang Fan could say such a thing, but she had such insight. In her mind, she thought that Yang Fan had no ink on her chest. Yang Fan smiled, turned and walked away, Shangguan Wan'er looked at his back, slightly fascinated.

Later, Guan Fuzi saw Yang Fan was about to leave, and he stood up angrily. Unexpectedly, because of sitting for too long, legs blood flow is not smooth, this suddenly stood up, legs are numb, head ischemia, before one's eyes is black, and then backwards, Zhang Liang quickly hugged him and shouted: "Old Scholar, what's wrong with you?"

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