I was Idle and Cool Chapter 65: Follow your heart

At this moment, the first floor of the Yuewei Museum is almost silent.

Even in the outer hall, few people spoke, for fear of disturbing the answer from the people inside. The stairs in the southeast corner lead to the second floor with twists and turns.

The entire interior of the Reading Micro Museum is built like a small patio.

There is a circle of handrails on the second floor; on the inside of the railing, a half-rolled bamboo curtain hangs, which can block the sight from up and down; inside the bamboo curtain is a circle of tables, chairs and tea seats.

Across a corridor are the private rooms with the best views.

Gu Juefei and Ji Zhiyin are still in the previous room.

A chess table is set in the corner, with an ordinary sapphire chessboard on it.

The old man and the young man sat opposite each other, but they didn't play chess. Instead, they put two cups of tea on the chessboard, and in the middle was a book of "Altar Sutra" that had been flipped through two pages at random.

The rest of the Confucian scholars have disappeared at this moment.

Because the window sash was open, the chatter and laughter of some people on Baiyue Lake outside was also vaguely heard.

Ji Zhiyin held his ears and listened for a long time, then sighed: "Oh, I would have known that I would not have given a question with you..."

The question is dangerous, but it's still the first!

Listen to the movement outside, the rest of the Confucian scholars are very leisurely at this time, going out to enjoy the scenery, leaving the two of them alone, they have to wait in this room.

Because the test questions have already been sent out, I'm afraid Meng Ji will come looking for them soon with the answer sheets in hand, and wait for them to check the papers to see if anyone can be selected.

So, Ji Zhiyin can only sit at the chess table now, staring blankly.

"You said that you are too, why do you still ask such a question when you are going to face it?"

"My old bones can be regarded as a gentleman who sacrificed their lives to accompany a gentleman. But I am not a person in the sea, and it is not easy for me to be affected by any storms in the court, but you have to go back to the ups and downs."

"If you ask such a question in vain, if you go back and spread it, you won't be afraid that people will say that you have more troubles?"

This recycle of students has made a lot of noise. Today's topic is bound to spread, causing a certain impact.

I don't know what ordinary people think, but some people in the DPRK will definitely react to this.

After all, Gu Juefei's identity is really unusual.

He has not been in officialdom for the past six years, and the negotiation has not helped Xiao Che from the beginning to the end. So few people know what his attitude is when the years-long war at the border between the two countries is about to end with peace talks.

But Ji Zhiyin knows it.

Not only know, but know with certainty and detail.

Therefore, today's speech is made.

But Gu Juefei really doesn't care.

Others were sitting at the chess table, and they were still thinking about the fact that Xue Tingzhi, the son of the Xue family, also handed in a blank.

The fingers are slender and clear like jade.

Gu Juefei casually placed one hand on the corner of the chessboard, while the fingers of the other hand pressed the line of the first path on the edge of the chessboard, walking slowly, with a gentle voice.

"It's too much to think about the old man. I just asked a question and didn't want to do anything. Now it's more appropriate to seek stability. I've seen what will happen when the embassy enters Beijing for a while."

As long as the main fighting factions in the DPRK and China don't find it difficult to find fault, everyone will naturally live in peace. Otherwise, if you want to make a real move, you must be turbulent and lose a few heads.

Ji Zhiyin and Gu Juefei are two people who are good friends and gentlemen.

Ji Zhiyin was not very clear about some of Gu Juefei's matters. Hearing him say this, he didn't really understand what he meant. He just sighed and said, "Anyway, you have always been serious, you said that to me. I'm more relieved. We are bored waiting for the answer sheet, why don't we pack up and talk about a game?"

Playing chess?

Gu Juefei's fingers resting on the grid points of the chessboard suddenly stopped, looked up at Ji Zhiyin, but shook his head unexpectedly and said with a smile: "I don't want to go. You don't know, I In the past few years in Xuecuiding, I have always played chess with the great monk Jueyuan, and winning is boring. Now I'm really tired of it, and I can't have much interest."

At that moment, Ji Zhiyin was almost stunned.

He almost suspects that he heard it wrong: Tired of it, can't have much interest?

I still remember that when Gu Juefei won the crown, Gu Chengqian had to set the word "Let's go first" as a symbol. In addition, when he played chess, it was always difficult to meet an opponent, so everyone thought that he had something to do with one of "chess". The fate of solution.

Now, when you return after six years of silence, you actually say "tired"?

Although Ji Zhiyin is old, he is not slow.

He only felt that something had happened between Gu Juefei and his grand teacher Gu Chengqian, otherwise he wouldn't even get tired of playing chess.

As the saying goes, it is difficult for a clean official to cut off housework.

Although he is on good terms with Gu Juefei, he doesn't know the root cause of all the things in the Grand Master's mansion, and of course he's not good at expressing any opinions, so he just keeps his mouth shut.

But in the blink of an eye, he immediately thought of something, and suddenly said "Oops".

Gu Juefei raised his eyebrows, strangely: "Ji Lao, what's wrong?"

"You said just now that you are tired of playing chess and have no interest in it, right?"

Ji Zhiyin's eyes became a little brighter, and he was a little happy.

"Then I remember that you had a black jade chessboard at the time, and it was exquisitely made. The tentacles are called warm in winter and cool in summer. My old bones are not very healthy, but I am good at this. Since you don't play chess anymore , do you want to give up your love?"

The old man is very knowledgeable, the older one is, the happier one is to live.

There is shrewdness, and there is also returning to basics.

Such remarks, it is rash to say it by others, but it is very suitable for him to say it.

Just...

Moyu chessboard?

Gu Juefei's eyes flickered slightly, with a pair of deep eyes, he coughed, and then said: "This, you are not too lucky. I sent this chessboard to the front..."

"What?"

Ji Zhiyin's voice suddenly rose, and he couldn't believe his ears.

"You gave it away? I asked for it for so long and you didn't give it. Now you told me to give it away? Who did you give it to?!"

The questions that seemed like a barrage of cannons immediately slammed into Gu Juefei.

He just looked at Ji Zhiyin like that, but didn't answer.

Of course he knew who it was given, and he had a very reasonable name, so he could say it frankly. But he is...

Suddenly I don't want to say anything.

As if that was some secret in his heart.

Seeing that he was silent, Ji Zhiyin beat his chest and feet for a while, grieved: "I don't give it to anyone else. Gu Rang first, Gu Rang first, we have known each other for many years. Alas, you are too much for me. Disappointed!"

"Counting old..."

Gu Juefei opened his mouth to comfort him.

Unexpectedly, there were three knocks on the door outside, and it was Meng Ji who came over with two bookboys holding the answer sheets: "Eldest son, the time has come, and the answer sheets for the first question have been collected. Get up. This is for you and Ji Lao, and send it to the Lanzi room in front?"

The private rooms of Yuewei Museum are named after such elegant objects as plum orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum. Lan Zijian was the place where the answer sheets were stored earlier, so it was said to be sent there.

Of course Gu Juefei had no objection, so he nodded in agreement, then looked back at Ji Zhiyin: "Elder Ji, then let's—"

"Not 'we'."

Ji Zhiyin waved his hand quickly, with an expression of "I'm already angry", coughed "hmm", then got up from his seat and walked directly towards the door.

"The question is written by you. Of course, you have to do the scoring yourself, but it has nothing to do with me. I'm going to go down and play!"

"Hey, I'm old!"

Gu Juefei let out a cry.

Kue Zhiyin just ignored him, didn't turn his head, walked past Meng Ji, and went downstairs all the way, and really ran to see the scenery.

Gu Juefei was helpless for a while, stunned for a while, before shaking his head and laughing: "Ji Lao, it's still this temper."

As soon as Meng Ji saw it, he guessed a few points.

But he always claims to be a smart person. He knows that Ji Zhiyin is a fun person, but he doesn't have a particularly serious temper. Now I'm afraid he's just pretending.

What do you say about grading, who does not comprehend?

So he didn't answer the question at all, he just took his life and led the book boys to put the answer sheets in the Lanzi room in the corner at the other end of the corridor, and spread them out one by one for Gu Juefei to read.

There are only 28 answer sheets in total, which is not much.

Gu Juefei came over, and after a rough scan, there were numbers.

Although the title is simple, there is actually a lot to write about. Therefore, many people have written a bunch of words on their answer sheets, which are very detailed.

But there are people who are not.

There are just a few answer sheets, which are written extremely briefly, even with a perfunctory expression.

When he turned to the third page, he saw words such as "God has the virtue of good life", "Governing the country and the people are the foundation", "Raising my power in the sky" and so on.

Really...

No shit!

Gu Juefei sneered in his heart.

How well-versed he is, how can he not see what these people think?

You must know that Tao'an scholar Meng Ji, before he became his disciple, was also a famous sage.

The twenty-eight people he personally selected from among the many people today must all have real talents and practical learning. There is no doubt about that.

But what is written on this answer sheet now?

As far as he can tell, he doesn't even dare to write even half a sentence of truth related to peace talks!

It's just because the government and the opposition are now taboo about this.

These scholars, who are about to enter the official career, dare not take a step forward. Apprenticeship is indeed a big thing, but no one can guarantee that if he writes the truth, he will be successful in apprenticeship.

What's more, apprenticeship is more important, but it's not as good as the right path to the imperial examination.

If they express any opinions here, they are on the wrong team in advance, which affects the noble people they may meet in the future, and affects the way of promotion in the future.

After weighing the pros and cons, there is such an answer.

It's just a pity...

They will eventually know what it means to be "on the wrong side."

The coldness in Gu Juefei's eyes slowly soaked up, his slender fingers only pinched the thin page of rice paper, and when he covered it to the side, he saw the name of the respondent written on the other side:

Sun Tong.

There was a bit of sarcasm on his lips. He only remembered the name, and then threw the answer sheet to the ground with a "squeak".

It's a waste of time to even look at it!

Lanzijian is on the southwest corner of Yuewei Pavilion, the window sash is half-open, and you can see the shade of a new green tree and a shimmering lake.

The light is half-bright and half-dark.

Gu Juefei stood in front of the case, turning one by one, frowning more and more tightly, and his face becoming more and more cold.

"Crash."

"Crash."

……

Almost one after another!

I only read half of it, and he has already thrown eight out of the fourteen answer sheets on the ground! Even Gu Juefei didn't know how to describe his mood.

Ridiculous?

Ridiculous?

Pity?

……

Or is it -- expected?

When the question came out, he actually knew what would happen. But people always have a glimmer of hope, and feel that they may be able to see a few answer sheets that distinguish right from wrong.

But now it's down...

Oh.

Gu Juefei couldn't hold back a sneer, only raised his hand and raised his eyebrows lightly, and sat back on the rosewood armchair behind the book desk, remembering the various scenes he saw at the border when he traveled the world... /

The people are struggling and devastated!

Xiongnu in the Great Xia, the frontier battles have been fought for several years, and no one has come out to oppose or stop them;

How ironic?

Right now, the peace is decided, but these people are all looking forward to the future, only looking forward to seeing the wind and standing in line to speak. Everyone sees themselves, so why have they ever looked at the commoners and the white-robed people in the world?

Even his father, who is known as a "capable minister" and a "virtuous minister", is a fool.

Gu Juefei still remembers the few lyrics he heard standing outside the high wall of the Taishi Mansion——

Ten meritorious deeds.

In his Gu Chengqian's opinion, Xue Kuang is a "merciful minister", a general admired by thousands of people!

"Xue Kuang, Xue Kuang..."

Whispering in his mouth, for a moment, Gu Juefei felt that he was really tired and tired.

So he let himself go, leaned back slowly on the back of the chair, rested his elbows on the armrest, closed his eyes, but pressed his fingers against his eyebrows, trying to suppress the boiling murderous intent and coldness.

But not after all.

The living cannot fight the dead.

As soon as a dead person dies, everything will be concluded. Even if the truth is revealed and it falls into other people's mouths, it will become a deliberate smear.

So he hoped, like never before, that Xue Kuang could "resurrect from the dead"!

At that time, whether it is loyal or traitor, black or white, will naturally be clear and clear.

Unfortunately, it's all illusory.

Gu Juefei laughed at himself, and finally opened his eyes again and picked up the fifteenth answer sheet on the case—

He doesn't have any expectations anymore, he's just about to finish the job.

I just didn't expect that, he cast a careless look at the answer sheet, and then suddenly stopped: "This handwriting..."

It's too clumsy, isn't it?

It can only be regarded as barely horizontal and vertical, crooked and twisted, and at a glance, it can be seen that the wrist strength is very shallow.

Like, beginner handwriting?

Gu Juefei's mind changed, and the list entered the second round went through his mind immediately, so he didn't read what was written first, and just turned the answer sheet sideways.

The expected word comes into view: Xue Chi.

Sure enough, it's this broken child.

I want to know that such clumsy handwriting can never be left by someone who has studied for many years and has been immersed in the imperial examination. Except for Xue Chi, there is no way anyone else.

In the first round, this kid handed in a blank paper, but wrote the answer in the second round?

The title is "Reconciliation"...

"What about the general's direct son, it seems that he has something to say. Is this to complain about your father Xue Kuang's injustice, or ... to complain about injustice?"

Gu Juefei's eyes flashed, and he turned over the answer sheet again to read the content.

Xue Chi is a beginner after all, and his writing is very large.

This answer sheet appears to be full, but in fact it doesn't add up to too many words. Although the wording is tried to correct, it is still childish.

Gu Juefei swept more than half of the previous pages in no time.

As he expected, it was written about the cruelty of the border war, and the soldiers sacrificed their lives. Well, I also know that I should use this as a reason to oppose the peace.

It's Xue Kuang's son!

He laughed inexplicably. He didn't want to read any more, so he was about to throw this answer sheet back on the case. But just as the answer sheet was about to leave his fingers, a line of words behind the answer sheet slammed into his eyes.

At this moment, Gu Juefei suddenly froze.

Those words, like a sword flying from the sky, suddenly penetrated his icy chest, but hit the softest and most secret place in my heart...

I can't tell if it's cold or hot;

I can't tell if it's bitter or sweet.

Everyone says, "Sages and sages don't care about their sincerity, but they rely on the sun and the moon; when the world is not peaceful, they rely on wind and thunder."

As a common man like him, he is a mediocre person, with his unrepentant heart and full of injustice, what should he entrust and what form should he put it in?

For a while, all the past and past events, if you look at the flowers, all come to you: traveling the world, seeing hunger and dying on the road, breaking up in a rage, not returning for six years...

Pinching the fingers of the answer sheet, she trembled involuntarily.

Gu Juefei needed a lot of force, a lot of force, to make it tremble less obviously, but he couldn't stop the tremor from his soul at all.

In my throat, there is an incomprehensible astringency: "Real general, don't wear a sword..."

Six words.

It's like a warm and melting spring, ironically surrounding a heart that has long been frozen and unconscious, causing a faint tide in his eyes.

Gu Juefei blinked, and the corners of his lips curled up involuntarily, slowly, carefully, and word by word, read Xue Chi's answer sheet.

At the end, it was an incomprehensible whisper: "Lu Jinxi..."