Chapter 91 Who in the world doesn't know you

There are many annoying things, and the writing is a little bad. Please forgive me!

The door of the Zhuangyuan Mansion is deserted, and the Zhumen is red, but it can't stop the grass from the stone steps. The entrance is the shadow wall, which gives birth to a little moss, which makes people sigh.

There are only three people in the house. Except for the owner, there is only an old man and a strong maidservant. The empty mansion is like a secluded valley.

Xu Zhijie didn't care about such things. All the money was sent back to his hometown, and he fell into a breeze.

A sedan chair fell in front of the door of the Zhuangyuan Mansion. Junxiu's son Yan Qingzhi looked at the door of the house that lacked people to take care of, sighed softly, and knocked on the door with two jars of wine, without a slave or a servant.

The old man saw Yan Qingzhi coming with wine, smiled and let Yan Qingzhi go, leading Yan Qingzhi to the backyard.

A pool of spring water is green and thick, and two white geese draw their necks and waves. One person's green shirt does not change, closing his eyes and enjoying the wind.

"Zhijie, so elegant!"

Xu Zhijie opened his eyes and smiled at Yan Qing, with only joy on his face and said, "Do you still want to cry with a sad face?"

"Zhijie, good mind! I got the right wine."

Xu Zhijie asked people to pick up the wine glass, opened the wine jar brought by Yan Qingzhi one by one, and the fragrance of the wine was sucked into the nasal cavity to make a fairy in wine.

"Good wine, but it's a pity that there is no decent dish."

Yan Qingzhi smiled and pointed to the two white geese in the pool and said, "Isn't the wine and vegetables swimming? Just catch it."

Xu Zhijie hurriedly shook his head. This pair of white geese has other meanings to him. How can he grab them to deliver wine?

"Haha. Look at you scared! When I was in the temple yesterday, I had never seen you so scared!"

Xu Zhijie wiped off his anxious sweat, looked at Yan Qing with some blame and said, "Yesterday was for the society. How can a man tolerate his own life?" But this pair of white geese is a gift from an old friend. How can they not be afraid?

Yan Qingzhi shook his head, poured wine for Xu Zhijie, and stopped talking about him.

Yesterday morning, Xu Zhijie held this book and wrote the twelve strategies. In the twelve strategies, he summarized the official transportation, agricultural tax, water conservancy, weapons, food and grass, the law, the words were beadled, and every sentence was like a knife, and the heart of the heart was hurt. The full text of the twelve strategies was 387 words. To put it bluntly, the interests of the party and feathers were smashed by it. The strategy was like a mirror, shining clearly in the four fields. .

As soon as the twelve strategies were issued, the civil and military officials fought in unison, and the vicious light in their eyes was enough to stab Xu Zhijie tens of millions of times.

Stand in the wild, motionless as a mountain!

After saying the twelve strategies, Xu Zhijie only said, 'For the king, it's not a pity to die!' Then he stopped talking and stood in the court, with his eyes like stars.

Interest is an eternal balance at all times, but once someone touches it, it will inevitably lead to a total collapse. There are only two consequences. One is a new division, the other is to be crushed to death by the gainer of benefits, and Xu Zhijie is the person who does not know whether he is alive.

The court was noisy, and Zhao Tuo was furious. He punished all the ministers for half a year's salary on the spot, scolded a few words, and demoted Xu Zhijie to Zhizhou to be a small magistrate.

At the meeting, everyone laughed at Xu Zhijie's inability to overpower, and only strictly asked Xu Zhijie for twelve strategies.

"My father said that your twelve strategies are as spicy as wine, and your mouth is uncomfortable, and your stomach is even more uncomfortable."

Xu Zhijie secretly hurt himself. Although he was strictly praised, his strategy was useless. What's the use?

"I want to say goodbye to Mr. Qin." Xu Zhijie drank the wine in the glass and looked at him and said quietly.

He didn't have much communication with Qin Shubao, but he believed that Qin Shubao was a good friend. He was demoted to Zhizhou and didn't know how long he would meet him this time, and he wanted to say goodbye to Qin Shubao more.

"Please come here. I haven't seen the book treasure for a long time."

Decided to do it, Yan Qingzhi asked the stout maidservant who served them to go to the door to diplomaticate and wait for the servants outside.

In a quarter of an hour, Qin Shubao rushed over and looked at Yan Qingzhi sitting next to Xu Zhijie, and his face was slightly pale.

In Qin Shubao's memory, there are not many images about Xu Zhijie, and he vaguely remembers that the champion is him. He has never asked about officialdom. As for whether he is demoted and promoted, there is no way to find it in his memory.

"Would you come to drink with me?" Qin Shubao looked at Xu Zhijie and asked, deliberately ignored Yan Qingzhi.

Xu Zhijie saw the relationship between the two and pointed to Yan Qingzhi and said, "Qingzhi, let's have a drink of good wine with Mr. Qin."

"The good wine in the prime minister's mansion is naturally good wine, but my concubine will wait for me to accompany me to buy rouge, so I won't bother."

Qin Shubao held his fist and was about to leave. Yan Qingzhi was still full of smile on Qin Shubao's face and was not unhappy at all. Instead of being unhappy, he took the initiative to say, "What kind of anger does Shubao have with me?" If you don't like it, I'll ask someone to bring back a few jars.

"No, it's not easy for servants. I'll just have a few drinks." Qin Shubao sat down ruffianly, and Xu Zhijie shook his head for a moment.

One more person was added, and the three of them picked up their cups and touched each other. They couldn't say that they were flawless, but they didn't squint look angry.

"Xu Zhuangyuanlang, are you really just looking for me to drink today?"

Xu Zhijie smiled bitterly, waved his hand repeatedly, and said self-deprecatingly, "I'm just a county now. Where can I be the champion?"

"What? Degraded?"

When Xu Zhijie and Yan Qingzhi heard such indifferent words as Qin Shubao, they focused their attention on him. How cold-blooded can it be to say such a thing?

"Why are you looking at me? The ups and downs of the eunuch sea are very normal. The rise is just an encounter between the dynasties. There is talent and virtue, that is, a common people can also meet, and can also achieve the hegemony of the dynasty. Without virtue and incompetence, it is difficult for a prince to keep an inch of land.

"Teaching!" Xu Zhijie bowed and swept away his boredom.

Yan Qingzhi's eyes are constantly colorful, and it is rare to recognize Qin Shubao once. He said with a smile, "Listening to your words is better than reading ten years. How can Shubao have this kind of feeling?

"Wouln't you go to the theater? It was said a long time ago in the play. Qin Shubao looked at Yan Qingzhi with a fool's expression and deliberately provoked him.

Yan Qingzhi was choked and speech-speakable, and half of the recognition just born in his heart was ground into powder.

"Since I drank your wine, I will send you a poem as a parting thing!"

"Don't show off your book. Your poems are okay to coax girls. Just drink on this occasion!" Yan Qingzhi counterattacked and said something implicitly.

"Hmm!" Qin Shubao jumped on the stone bench, guided with one hand, and shouted, "Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, and the north wind blows wild geese and snow. Don't worry about the ignorance on the road ahead, and who in the world doesn't know you.

The volume is completely roaring, and there is no long rhythm. Some hoarse voices tell the first two sentences, such as Xu Zhijie's mood and depression, but the last two sentences are roared out, completely like running water, always energetic, writing an impassioned and magnificent voice.

"Don't worry about the ignorance of the road ahead, who in the world doesn't know you."

Xu Zhijie and Yan Qingzhi chewed these two sentences carefully, and the two fell into meditation.

Slowly burst out a strong light from Xu Zhijie's eyes. Looking up, he was full of fighting spirit. He grabbed the wine jar on the table, looked up and drank it. He drank half of the jar, wiped his mouth and laughed, "It's refreshing! That day, I want the world to know me, Xu!"

Qin Shubao smiled with a glass in his hand. When he saw Xu Zhijie, who was in good spirits, he really had a sense of accomplishment.

Yan Qingzhi drank the wine glass alone, glanced at Qin Shubao, and drank another cup in his heart.