This martial artist just wants to be an official

Chapter 12 How about this poem?

Chongbei County.

After the time of Xu, the area of ​​South Street is still very lively and brightly lit.

At the end of Qingshi Road is an arch bridge, and on the opposite side of the arch bridge is an attic.

The age of the attic looks not so far away, and the lights are decorated with festoons, like a happy event, and the red lanterns with tassels are one after another.

At the window on the second floor of the attic, several laughing girls stood, waving handkerchiefs at the people passing by on the inclined bridge from time to time.

A more daring girl covered her mouth with a small Qingluo fan, and boldly flirted with the flow of people on the bridge.

As long as it is a man, seeing this kind of situation will make his heart flutter
There are three big characters written on the plaque in the attic: Blue Bird Pavilion.

The girls all over the building laughed sweetly, and the young man who looked at him was blushing.

Although the summer is scorching, the night is already dark at this time, and the heat of the day is slowly fading away, replaced by a slightly cool breeze.

After crossing the inclined bridge and swimming in the breeze, an elegant middle-aged man with white face and beardless walked slowly.

The middle-aged man dressed in white, raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly.

He is about 35 or six years old, and his hair at the temples is still fluttering in the wind.

The eyebrows are thick and neat, and the eyes are shining.

When he looks at people, he is very careful.

When you smile, show a mouthful of neat and white teeth.

The whole person is as chic as the breeze.

It's just that his complexion is a little pale.

At this time, the middle-aged man looked at the girls on the attic who were waving their sleeves with great interest, his eyes were a little bright, and when he was about to move forward, he was stopped by a voice.

"Master, it's already half past Xu."

Behind the middle-aged man, followed by a tall man who was more than eight feet tall, with a body like an elephant, eyes like a sieve cup, a nose like a lock, and a mighty man in brocade clothes like a giant spirit.

Such a mighty and majestic man, like a child, carefully reminded the elegant middle-aged man who was a full head shorter than him.

When the elegant middle-aged man heard this, his originally bright eyes flashed with displeasure, and his brows frowned slightly, as if he had been disturbed by others.

There is a bit of dissatisfaction in the voice:

"Julei, do you know why I didn't bring the giant drums and noises on this trip, but I took you to follow?"

The big man lowered his head, like a child who made a mistake, and said in a low voice, "I don't know."

"Because you're stupid."

The elegant middle-aged man squinted at Ju Leidao, sighed and said, "I didn't expect it to be a miscalculation."

"Hou...Master, forgive me."

The strong man Ju Lei blushed, looking a little at a loss.

"Talk less, learn more, watch more."

The elegant middle-aged man waved his sleeves, not bothering to argue with the giant, turned around and looked at the girls in the attic with interest.

"Twenty years ago, there would have been a lot of northern women, and the passionate affection is still lingering..."

There was a hint of reminiscence in the eyes of the elegant man, as if he remembered something good, and his expression couldn't help becoming a little eager.

Trying to restrain my inner unrest, tidying up my clothes, my face returned to normal, and I walked forward slowly with graceful steps.

Ju Lei's tower-like body followed, bowing his head in silence.

Suddenly, the elegant man stopped, with hesitation on his face, and muttered in a low voice:
"No, I am a disciple of Confucianism, how can I act like this?! How can I be worthy of the wisdom of my lineage of Confucian saints?"

Ju Lei who said this sentence couldn't help but burst into tears.

Master, you know how to turn back when you go astray, you are a real man, and your eyes became hopeful.

I just wanted to say that the master is wise, and he still focuses on paying attention to his body.

Suddenly I heard the refined man say:
"My Confucian disciples are all elegant scholars, how can there be no good works before entering the cabinet?"

Ju Lei's expression froze, but then he returned to normal. He has long been used to this, not the habit of elegant men, but the habit of the Confucian style of doing things that are both appropriate and upright.

"Um……"

The middle-aged elegant man pondered for a while, then his eyes lit up, and he said:

"There is no one to send me away from Beijing to the north, but Xifeng is the only old friend!"

After saying this, the refined man laughed heartily, with a satisfied expression on his face.

As he spoke, he led the man like an iron tower to the attic.

While walking, he asked Ju Lei with a confident face:
"How about this poem? Give it to the master."

Poor Julei hasn't known a few big characters since he was born in his mother's womb, so how can he know how to appreciate poetry?
"Good poetry, good poetry..."

Ju Lei only looked embarrassed, and nodded honestly.

I can't help but feel a little sad in my heart.

My lord, I'm just playing a whore...

Hearing Ju Lei's compliment, the middle-aged man became interested, with a sense of approval appearing on his face, he looked at Ju Lei seriously and said:
"Then tell me, what's good about it?"

Asked this, the middle-aged man seemed to think of something, and his face became a little dissatisfied.

A group of fools of scholars, their appreciation ability is not as good as the reckless men under their own hands.

The nobleness of the dog day, the disgust of Laozi's excellent poems, every time I have a masterpiece in the world, but no one agrees?
In the mind of a refined middle-aged man, his talent in poetry is obviously greater than his attainments in art of war.

And that old thief Ji!

But why is Lao Tzu's talent in war? ?
Oh, bah!
Lao Tzu is a Confucian and Taoist master who has entered the third rank in the current dynasty. Although he focuses on the art of war, it is also Confucianism and Taoism. How can I compare Lao Tzu with those vulgar and reckless men?

Hehe, old thief Ji, Piffel.

Thinking of that thick-skinned old thief like a city wall, contempt appeared on the face of the elegant middle-aged man.

"This……"

Ju Lei's face froze.

What's so good about it? ?
How do I know where is good?
"It should be... well, it should be good..."

Ju Lei blushed and hesitated, racking his brains but couldn't think of how to praise him.

Just when an impatient expression appeared on the face of the middle-aged man.

A pleasant, somewhat ruffian voice came from the inclined bridge.

"My son is very happy. You don't need to save money for your son. For tonight's consumption, Mr. Lu will pay for it!!"

The voice was full of youthful spirit.

Looking up, a young man in fresh clothes and angry horse appeared on the inclined bridge bit by bit with arrogant figure splayed steps.

I saw the young man wearing a black crown on his head, which was inlaid with black jade, and the ribbon fell to the ridge at the back.

The belt of the green shirt is lightly locked, outlining a tough and straight waist.

The baby was born with red lips and white teeth, and a face like a crown of jade. The whole face was handsome and good-looking, with starlight hidden in the eyes, and a masculine air spread across the face.

The face is handsome but not feminine, but a bit ruffian.

The kind of detached personality that is revealed from time to time gives people a bad feeling.

The eyes of the yamen servants beside the young man with "quick" tokens hanging on their waists brightened.

"Boss, my old Zhao has long known that you are our number one heroic young hero in Chongbei, and I want to follow you desperately. You are our reborn parents!!"

"Boss, you are wise and mighty! It is the wisest choice in my life for me to follow you!"

"........."

The sycophants of the yamen servants came as soon as they said they wanted to, without any hesitation.

Of course, such a big battle has attracted the attention of many people.

However, the ordinary people bowed their heads directly after seeing the group of government servants around the young man, and chose not to see them.

In a small county like Chongbei County, the yamen servants are very important officials to ordinary people.

Only the common people would call the Yamen servants Catchers.

"Hahahahaha!!"

Hearing this, Lu Yuanzhi felt extremely happy in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, he looked towards the attic diagonally opposite. The sisters in the building who were smiling sweetly and waving handkerchiefs made his heart flutter.

A kind of bitterness that is suddenly released wants to rush to the eyes along the heart.

It's been six years, do you know how I have lived these six years? ?

(End of this chapter)