Right Prime Minister Li Linfu stood on the balcony of his house, staring at the courtyard below. Li Siye was leading a few people towards the gate. He turned to the chief steward beside him and asked: "What do you think about this Li Siye?"
"Alang, I can't say for sure. There are rumors that this man is a martial artist, but when I saw him several times, he smelled like copper, and he was more tactful than I thought."
"Ha, not only is he tactful, this person doesn't follow the rules and can break them at any time. This kind of person should not be used lightly, nor can he be trusted easily. If he is used to take advantage of him, it is okay."
The chief steward seemed to have remembered something and suddenly said: "I remember you said the same thing when Pinglu Jiedushi An Lushan came to the house."
"Really?" Li Linfu said with a smile: "It seems similar, but these two people are completely different. An Lushan's eyes are full of desire, and he can't hide it even if he wants to. This Li Siye has weak desires and great delusions, but he has to pretend
Desire burns the heart. People with desires need to be careful, and people with delusions should be even more careful."
"Then according to Alang's opinion, this person can't be kept."
Li Linfu rolled his eyes at him and said: "He is just a man with delusional ideas. If there is anything he cannot keep, it is not a concern to me. As long as he does not commit suicide and collude with the prince, it doesn't matter if he is kept in Qixi."
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Li Siye led his entourage out of the Prime Minister's Mansion. The winding alley in front of them was brightly lit, and there were scholars in light-colored robes holding lanterns and walking around with prostitutes. They may be scholars from other places. As soon as they entered Pingkangli in Chang'an, they were attracted by this
The beauties all over the place were dazzled, looking at the three thousand weak water in the rolling red dust, thinking that it was difficult for them to make a decision just to drink from it.
These people are the candidates who came to Chang'an this year to take the exam. They studied hard for ten years in cold weather, but as soon as they arrived in this prosperous place, their nature was instantly liberated and they sought a moment of happiness here. Some people with outstanding talents are here.
They are like a fish in water. Their poems will become popular in Chang'an overnight through the singing of female intellectuals, and the wonderful lines in the poems will be chanted and mentioned repeatedly in people's mouths.
When he won the dragon title, his talent was officially proved, and he became more and more popular. Even some famous prostitutes who usually regarded themselves as aloof, their eyes softened when they looked at him, and they might even be able to hold beautiful women and treat them as concubines.
Why did the Right Prime Minister Li Linfu look down on these people? It was because the ugliness of secular people was magnified in Pingkangfang. He saw a part of the secular world here and mistakenly thought it was all of the secular world.
"Zimei! Zimei!" A well-built scholar waved with his belly bulging out. He was accompanied by four or five people of the same age. Judging from their clothes, they should be fellow villagers who came to Beijing together.
Du Zimei turned around reluctantly after being called. His clothes were downgraded compared to those of his fellow villagers, and he was also much older than these people.
"Zimei, tonight the lanterns are on and God is so beautiful. Why do you need to find a restaurant to rest? Wouldn't it be nice to come with us to the Qingyue Pavilion to recite poems and compose poems with the beauty, play and drink."
"No, the imperial court will release the results in a few days. I'd better rest patiently in Di Dian until then."
There was a hidden contemptuous smile on the face of the fat wealthy scholar, as if he was mocking his self-importance: "It's a dream in a brothel. Wouldn't it be more comfortable to fall asleep with a beautiful woman in your arms? Brother Zimei, please don't shirk it.
Quick, go up and ask Brother Zimei to come with you."
Two fellow Luo people ran over, took Du Zimei's arms with both hands, and walked away towards the distance.
Du Fu was actually short of money and wanted to maintain his dignity. He didn't want to use other people's money, so he refused. Why did these wealthy people force him to go? Aren't they being mean? In fact, that's not the case.
The cultural atmosphere of Nanquzhong, the most high-end hotel in Pingkangfang, is so rich that most famous prostitutes value the talent and appearance of their clients. Only rich and powerful people are not qualified to enter, so high-rollers all like their partners to be together.
The famous talent went there and used the other person's talent as a tool to pry away the famous prostitute.
Li Siye looked at these free and easy talented men, maybe some of them would be able to hold a laurel crown, be named on the gold list, and become his colleagues.
Wearing stars on his head, he entered the courtyard of the residence. Most of the people in the courtyard had already fallen asleep, and all the lamps were extinguished. They only carried a handful of paper lanterns taken out from the right minister, and walked zigzag in the dark courtyard.
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A glimmer of light appeared in front, but someone came in a daze holding a lamp, but Daorou had already been waiting in the courtyard, waiting for their return.
Yan Xiaosi smiled happily and said, "Daorou is still humane and knows how to wait for us."
Daorou just said politely, then he held a lantern and led Li Siye and said, "Alang, I have already lit the charcoal in your room and made a bed for you."
"Thank you for your hard work, Daorou."
He entered the room with a lantern, closed the partition, placed the lantern on the desk, took out the oil lamp, then blew out the lantern and clothes and lay down.
When Daorou saw that the light in Alang's room was out, he quietly blew out the oil lamp, and the entire backyard fell into the deep darkness of night.
As the first month of the lunar month was about to pass, Li Siye, the governor of Beiting, was also preparing to take up his post and get a taste of what it was like to be a frontier official in advance. However, he was also serving as the Leying General of the Liyuan, so he could not leave without saying goodbye. He always had to tell Yagong of the Liyuan.
One sound.
The person in charge of the Liyuan was called Yagong, so Li Longji was also called Yagong. It was not easy for ordinary people to meet the emperor, but for him who was a disciple of the Liyuan, it was very easy for him to meet Yagong.
He rode a black fat man to the Liyuan, but saw many people queuing outside the west gate. When he went up to inquire, he found out that the emperor was lamenting the decline of talents in the Liyuan, and decided to issue an edict to the world while holding the spring scientific examination.
To select disciples who are proficient in musical arts in Liyuan, this can be regarded as the flowering of both literature and art.
The selection was held within two days, and today was the last day. Ximen could not enter for the time being, so he had to enter through the south gate.
Li Siye had just arrived outside the Qilin Hall, but two disciples blocked the door. When they saw him, they said respectfully: "Li Zhongcheng, you are here to see Lord Ya, but today it just so happens that the saint is personally selecting candidates in the hall."
I'm afraid the musicians who come to Liyuan to be selected won't be able to meet you."
"Personally selected..."
The emperor's attitude in selecting musical talents is really admirable, but his intentions may have been used in the wrong place.
This matter was a bit troublesome, so he quickly said: "I am preparing to bid farewell to the saint and prepare to go to Beiting to serve as Jiedushi."
When the two disciples heard this, they gave him advice and said: "The selection will end today. We will let you in. How about you go forward to see the saint after the selection of the saint is over?"
Li Siye nodded in agreement, walked around the pillars from the back of the hall to the front hall, stood on one side of the Zhumen, and watched these art candidates perform in front of the emperor. The three instructors were the emperor, pipa master Lei Haiqing and dance master Xie A
Man, they are the most professional tutor team, and the selection is also very cruel. Today, more than a hundred people came to sign up, but only ten stayed.
Naturally, there is no shady secrets in a talent show conducted by the emperor himself as the mentor, and he does not dare to have any shady secrets.
After the selection of musical artists was over, the emperor was in a happy mood. Li Siye also took the opportunity to go up to him and ask him to leave the Liyuan and take up a post in Beiting. The emperor had drained his skills of shuffling, so he naturally let him go happily.
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In the spring of the sixth year of Tianbao, Li Siye gathered a team at Duting Station outside Kaihuafang. More than sixty people, holding banners and door banners, were preparing to leave Chang'an along Jinguangmen Street to take office. However, the team was blocked by countless rioting crowds outside the imperial city.
block.
He was riding on Hei Pang, and he could see the empty imperial list from a long distance away. There was no name on the red paper. Under the list stood excited scholars, some laughing wildly, some wailing and crying.
He instinctively sensed something was wrong and ordered Yan Xiaosi to go over and take a look.
Yan Xiaosi quickly returned and briefly repeated to him: "The Right Prime Minister is in charge of this year's Spring Scientific Examination as the examiner. The result of the scientific examination is that not only is there no top scholar, not even a Jinshi. Three thousand people went to Beijing to take the exam.
All the scholars were passed down, but no one qualified."
Li Siye was dumbfounded when he heard that such a thing could happen. Among the young talents selected from 360 states in the world, none of them passed the scientific examination in Chang'an. Can Li Linfu be able to explain it to the emperor?
This matter seemed to be of an extremely serious nature, just like everyone being judged as unqualified in the civil service examination, which itself sounded quite strange. In addition, he clearly knew that the emperor had only recently carefully selected musicians in the Liyuan, so it was completely fair and just.
But the situation in front of me can be regarded as black humor.
Li Siye suddenly remembered a comment he made and said to himself: "Those who dream of music have found their destination, while those who have the ambition to serve the country can only shed tears. This is too magical realism."