Fishing has always been a psychological sport, just like many people like traveling, reading, and drinking. The fundamental purpose of fishing is to let people release stress, temporarily stay away from worries, and seek short-term peace of mind.
It doesn't care about the results, it cares about the process.
Of course, men are naturally unwilling to admit defeat. While releasing stress, it would be even more perfect if they could also take into account their skills and catch a few fish for the mother-in-law at home, without being laughed at by the mother-in-law for being an air force.
It's a pity that Li Qinzai didn't catch a single fish from early in the morning until almost noon.
So now he is even a little high blood pressure, let alone decompression.
I briefly summarized the reason why I didn’t catch any fish. Of course, it wasn’t because of my lack of skills, but because there was a Sangmenxing around me.
The Sangmenxing squatted beside him, staring at the sparkling river water in a daze, sighing intermittently.
A literati is a literati, and even his sighs are full of melancholy, like a peony that has been ripened by urine. It looks elegant, but is actually arrogant.
Sangmenxing's surname is Luo, and his given name is King Bin. Li Qinzai's family unfortunately invited the guest back.
At this moment, Li Qinzai really wanted to throw this retainer into the river and let him go.
"If you sigh again, I will throw you into the river. If you don't catch two fish for me today, I won't finish." Li Qinzai said coldly.
King Luo Bin sighed: "Marquis Li County, you don't understand me..."
"My life is such a failure, I might as well just follow Dr. Sanlu's example and throw myself into the river!"
Li Qinzai said coldly: "If you want to die, die as far away as possible. Don't scare away my fish."
King Luo Bin looked even more desperate. He had few close friends and no one would listen.
King Luo Bin's life was indeed a failure. The biggest failure was that he participated in this year's scientific examination.
However, Abin's college entrance examination results were not ideal...
Not surprisingly, he failed.
King Luo Bin is indeed talented, but talent may not be appreciated by the marking officer. Talent recognized by the people and talent recognized by officials are definitely two different things.
The results of the Mingmao test are very transparent because there are standard answers. Right is right and wrong is wrong. Even if the examinee is dissatisfied afterwards, Li Qinzai can calmly take out the test paper and throw it in his face.
But Mingjingke is different. Its evaluation standards depend more on the subjective preferences of the marking officers, especially policy essay topics. The same policy essay may have two completely different results in the eyes of different marking officers.
Either it's brilliant, or it's complete nonsense.
In short, the extremely talented King Luo Bin failed in this way.
Even Wu Zetian later believed that it was my fault that such talents were not used by the country.
It is hard to imagine that such a talented person could not pass the scientific examination...
When Li Qinzai first heard the news, he felt it was ridiculous, just like a professional racing driver who failed subject two in the exam. He couldn't help but doubt his life for King Luo Bin.
King Luo Bin stared blankly at the river, his eyes empty and dull. Seeing him like this, Li Qinzai couldn't help but worry secretly.
Could this guy really jump into the river?
"Why don't you wait patiently for another two years and wait for the next scientific examination?" Li Qinzai comforted him warmly.
King Luo Bin shook his head sadly: "My spirit has been exhausted, and I no longer have the intention to become an official. I would like to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, and live out my life as a farmer and woodcutter."
Li Qinzai tactfully consoled him: "Calm down, you will starve to death if you go farming. Apart from writing articles, you really have no other advantages. However, your only advantage still failed to allow you to pass the Jinshi..."
King Luo Bin trembled, looked at him sadly, and then burst into tears.
Li Qinzai touched his nose nonchalantly, hey, it didn't seem very tactful just now...
I never know how to comfort people, especially men.
Li Qinzai was no longer in the mood for fishing. He spent a long time talking and squeezed out one sentence: "...At least the "Ode to the Goose" you composed when you were a child is good. Goose Goose, the song Xiang Tiange, the childishness in Zhuangzi
Even children can carry it."
King Luo Bin cried louder for some reason.
A great talent with astonishing talent, the only work he can produce is actually written when he was young, which is not very comforting but extremely insulting.
Seeing him crying so sadly, Li Qinzai was helpless.
He knew that King Luo Bin was actually arrogant. After all, he was one of the four heroes of the early Tang Dynasty who left his name in history. It was impossible for him to really be a bell-ringing dean at Ganjingzhuang Pheasant School for the rest of his life, right?
Like all literati, King Luo Bin still longed for the officialdom of the court. This is the consensus of all literati from ancient times to the present. A person with literary and military skills, goods and an imperial family.
A grown man burst into tears in front of Li Qinzai, which challenged his patience very much.
After a long time, Li Qinzai finally became impatient.
"Hold it back!" Li Qinzai angrily yelled, "I'll help you ask for an official position. I'll personally ask the emperor for an official position and give you an official position, okay?"
King Luo Bin stopped crying, wiped his tears, stood up and bowed down, his movements smooth and flowing in one go.
"Thank you very much, Marquis Li. I owe all my progress in this life to Marquis Li, and I will repay you in the future."
Li Qinzai was stunned, feeling as if he had been deceived...
Looking King Luo Bin up and down, Li Qinzai said curiously: "Did you really cry just now or did you fake it?"
King Luo Bin pointed at his own eyes: "I'm really crying, Marquis Li County, please look at this, and here, the real tears..."
Li Qinzai sighed, it would be great if this guy was his student, so he wouldn't have any scruples about killing him.
Hurrying footsteps could be heard from the beach. Manager Song was running by the river with one foot raised and one foot lowered, with a look of anxiety on his face.
"Fifth Young Master, please return home quickly, something happened!"
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Carrying the fishing rod and returning to the other courtyard, Li Sujie was waiting at the door. When he saw Li Qinzai coming back, Li Sujie stepped forward to greet him and said solemnly: "Sir, something big has happened in Chang'an City."
Li Qinzai handed the fishing rod to Manager Song calmly and said, "What's the matter?"
Li Sujie said in a deep voice: "Mrs. Wei was poisoned by brothers Wu Weiliang and Wu Huaiyun. My father was furious and the whole court was in an uproar."
Li Qinzai was shocked: "Mrs. Wei Guo is dead?"
"yes."
Li Qinzai scratched his head vigorously and tried to sort out the relationship.
He has heard that the two brothers Wu Weiliang and Wu Huaiyun are the cousins of Empress Wu, and of course they are also the cousins of Mrs. Korea. Mrs. Korea is the mother of Mrs. Wei. In other words, Mrs. Wei was poisoned by her two uncles?
The relationship is really messed up, and it's all because of the indiscretions of the upper class people.
"Tell me carefully." Li Qinzai urged.
Li Sujie paused and said slowly: "Yesterday, Mrs. Wei Guo went to the palace to meet her on the order of the queen. At the same time, brothers Wu Weiliang and Wu Huaiyun were also in the palace. The queen's original intention was to talk about their relationship..."
"Unexpectedly, however, the Wu brothers actually poisoned the cakes they brought into the palace. The box of cakes was originally dedicated to the queen, but the queen casually gave it to Mrs. Wei."
"After Mrs. Wei Guo ate the cakes, she vomited blood when she returned home and died half an hour later."
That Mrs. Wei was poisoned is a historical fact, not a fabrication.