My historian is dying every day

Chapter 112 [Impoverished scholars do not agree]

"...Who doesn't agree? Master Gong?" Wen Yanzhi intuited whether there was something wrong with his ears, "Why? He didn't see Princess Shoushan? The princess didn't recognize him? Did you find the wrong person?"

"Nothing." Xu Duancheng led him to the carriage outside, and said: "Besides Mr. Wen, Mr. Gong is the person Princess Shoushan is looking for, and Princess Shoushan is also the person Mr. Gong is looking for. The two are in the hall At first sight, Master Gong was so happy that he shed tears. The emperor was delighted to see it, and the King of Koryo also nodded temporarily. The Emperor asked Mr. Wen to say that Princess Shoushan is the daughter of the King of Koryo. He and his relatives went to Koryo to complete the marriage with the princess, which became a good story in diplomatic relations, when Mr. Gong heard that he was going to Korea, he was so frightened that he kicked his legs and passed out."

——Sure enough, I still fainted.

Wen Yanzhi followed Xu Duancheng and climbed into the carriage, and asked with a headache: "Then he was also scared, why do you say he shouldn't?"

"Hey, Master Gong has woken up in the imperial hospital, Mr. Wen." Xu Duancheng sat opposite him and sighed: "Now Master Gong is kowtowing in front of the emperor and begging the emperor to take back his life. The king and princess of Korea are sitting I don't know what's going on inside the Xuanlan Palace. Mr. Wen asked you to keep it a secret for a while, and wait for the other end to persuade Master Gong. After the persuasion, I will report to you and agree. Isn't this called an official to invite you into the palace? Why? It's also good to persuade Master Gong to do something."

Wen Yanzhi thought for a while and asked, "Master Gong said why he didn't want to go to Korea to get married? Because of his mother?"

"...Maybe." Xu Duancheng frowned and said, "When the lower official came out, he didn't say anything, he just grabbed his heart and cried like a tear. The more the emperor asked why he cried the harder, causing the emperor to make a fuss. His face looks like he wants to eat people. Eunuch Zhou asked the imperial hospital to make calming tea for the emperor... Hey, the King of Korea and the princess are still hanging in the Xuanlan Palace. Mr. Wen is probably in a difficult situation. You go and hurry up. Let’s persuade Master Gong to do something, it’s better to agree, it’s a matter of diplomatic relations, although the emperor is benevolent, he has never beheaded a minister since he ascended the throne, but if he disobeys the imperial decree—”

"No." Wen Yanzhi sighed with a headache, "Your Majesty, he won't kill Master Gong."

Xu Duancheng had a troubled face and said, "Why do you think Mr. Gong shouldn't do it? Mr. Wen, what a wonderful thing. He must be given a lord as a husband and wife. If he goes to Korea, he will be a princess." His son-in-law is headed in person in the mansion, so he can still be an official. His mother has her own pension from the court, and she will die in glory and wealth.

Who can figure it out?

A poor man from a poor family broke down a temple to rescue the princess of another country. Four years later, the princess came to court and appointed him as a married couple.

There was nothing the princess was unwilling to do, but the humble scholar refused to agree.

It's like a good playbook was thrown to the ground by someone, trampled by donkey carts and soft sedan chairs all the way, and the mandarin duck Shen Meng, who was full of hype above him, fell all the incense ash of sophistication, shaking a handful of dust, and splashing on his face Putting his hands on the clothes, he got into his nose in an instant.

The words Fang Zhitong said at the gate of the Gongyuan were still ringing in his ears. Wen Yanzhi sat on the car horse entering the palace and slowly took a deep breath. He was so choked that he coughed. For a moment, he was in a daze. He remembered the heavy rain four years ago That night, Gong Zhiyuan's face when he pushed the door into the courtyard full of alcohol smelled on his face. He smiled and muttered in his dream, "...I'm determined to go to high school...to be an official, to get married...in the book... Own... Own..."

Wen Yanzhi frowned and raised the corner of the driving curtain between his fingers, looking out at the layers of palace walls and golden palaces. The spring light swayed against the corners of the eaves under the clouds for a moment, which made his eyes hurt a little.

——Thousand Bell Millet, Golden House, Yan Ruyu, Horse Rutu.

——What is in the book?

Gradually entering the palace gate, the two got off the carriage, Xu Duancheng went to Xuanlan Palace to help Wen Jiuling appease the King of Korea, Wen Yanzhi went straight to Taitai Hospital, and went all the way into the house where Gong Zhiyuan was placed.

The Ministry of Rites and others dispersed, and Qi Yu was sitting on the upper seat with his forehead propped up, his eyes closed and frowning, a half-used cup of tea was placed on the table beside him, and Zhou Fu was fanning him behind him, looking anxious.In the main room, Gong Zhiyuan knelt down with a blushing face, he could see that he had collapsed, and obviously just stopped crying, but when Wen Yanyi entered, Gong Zhiyuan caught a glimpse of him, and sobbed again cry.

"Coming?" Qi Yu raised his head to see Wen Yanzhi when he heard the sound, and raised his hand to nod Gong Zhiyuan in annoyance: "You can persuade him not to cry first, I have to go to Wuying Pavilion to discuss matters in a while, it's okay to be driven crazy now , your second brother is still waiting for me."

Wen Yanzhi sighed, took his robe and squatted down beside Gong Zhiyuan: "Brother Gong, don't cry."

Gong Zhiyuan was whimpering and talking, so Wen Yanzhi couldn't understand what he was saying, so he couldn't help but raised his hand and patted his back, persuading him: "Calm down, and speak well."

Gong Zhiyuan forced himself to cover his heart, choked and said, "You...you know, Brother Wen, I——this marriage, young master, I've been looking forward to it for four years..."

"Yes, I know, then why didn't you agree?" Wen Yanzhi said along the way, "Is it because you don't want to leave your mother?"

Gong Zhiyuan hurriedly cried and nodded, nodded and shook his head with a choked sob, he beat his heart and said: "I don't know either... The emperor should cut off the minister, the minister should die if he is not loyal..."

Qi Yu twitched the corners of his lips: "Okay." As he said that, he really wanted to raise his hand to beckon the guards.

Wen Yanzhi looked up at him expressionlessly.

"..." Qi Yu silently put his hand back on his forehead, took another sip of Anshen tea with his other hand, "Zhou Fu, add more tea."

Zhou Fu went outside to find the imperial doctor to make tea bags. Wen Yanzhi pulled Gong Zhiyuan up and sat next to him. After looking at him for a while, he asked him, "Brother Gong, let me ask you, why are you studying so hard for the subjects?" ?”

Gong Zhiyuan was sobbing, but he didn't even think about it: "For fame!"

Wen Yanzhi was puzzled and said: "Then the matter of getting married has merits for thousands of years, and its name is in the history. Isn't this different routes leading to the same goal?"

Gong Zhiyuan shook his head, "It's different..." He cried again, the veins on his forehead collapsed, he grabbed Wen Yanzhi's sleeve and wailed, "I just cry that it's different! Brother Wen, why do you think it's different? ..."

"What's the difference?" Qi Yu stared at him with his eyes wide open, "Gong Zhiyuan, why don't you find it embarrassing to marry for the imperial court?"

"No--no, but I'm married, so I can't support my mother... My fame is gone..." Gong Zhiyuan cried and wiped his tears. When Wen Yanzhi came, he finally opened up the conversation box, Cheng Cang The words fell out, and when it came to the end, he almost cried until he lost his voice.

He said that he studied harder before he was admitted to the examination because he thought that the young master must come from an extraordinary family, and he must be from a wealthy family, so he can only marry after high school.However, after high school, the official period of the six ministries expired, and he self-reported to be admitted to the Ministry of Household Affairs. After reading the household records of wealthy households in high and middle schools in Beijing, he searched for reasons and visited all the households with similar ages. Now, the wealthy households in Beijing have traveled all over the threshold, but there is no such thing as his young master.

Despair is like overwhelming.

He almost believed Wen Yanzhi's words that he was dreaming, but he secretly hoped that it was not a dream. He only wanted to be promoted to an official position, and when he became a servant and a minister, he could see the household records of all the state capitals, maybe The young master is a foreigner, so he can still marry the young master from a foreign country to Beijing, and a happy life is laid out before him. In the cold night, he is sitting by the stove with the household tax bill, thinking about it makes him laugh.

He is like a galloping sheep, the little boy has become the fruit of the fishing line hanging in front of him, he can only see the fruit at a glance, and see nothing else, just like that, Pingzhang, Yulu, and the principal, he goes all the way He worked hard to get promoted, and just used the young master to motivate himself to make progress. He survived more than a thousand days and nights in the six parts. He was the most diligent person, and was finally selected to accompany him on the southern tour.

Sometimes I think about it, maybe the four-year period has passed, and the young man was as beautiful as a flower back then, and he has already married as a woman.

But he still looks forward to the day when they will meet again.

Maybe it's just to look back and see how much you have separated from yourself after the reunion. Maybe it's just to compete with yourself.

He was looking forward to the reunion, but also afraid of the reunion. He always felt that he was still not good enough, and he had never been good enough.

The little son was his dream. When he waited for his mother to wash, sleep and eat every day, he also leisurely told his mother that his son would not only serve his mother, but also his daughter-in-law.His mother smiled with squinted eyes and asked him where his daughter-in-law was. After four years of telling the story of the scholar's encounter with the beauty, his mother got tired of hearing it.

It was only today that I found out that the beauty was a princess, and he put down the fruit on the fishing line in front of him to look around—what about himself?

He was still a poor scholar, with the clothes of a sixth-rank official on his body, the yard was small and dilapidated, and his mother was old and couldn't do without him.

He studied hard for ten years in the cold window, and was so poor that a copper plate was broken into two petals. His father and brother died early and his sister married at a young age. Now his mother hoeed the fields and plowed and raked for him. He made all the achievements. I honestly worked hard to raise it for myself, he wanted to adopt his mother, he wanted to help his sisters, the reason why he was able to appear in the mountain and rescue the princess back then was because he had to cater to the high school in Beijing in order to have a smooth official career. The children are so full of wine and meat that they crawl to a secluded place to vomit unconsciously, so that there will be a scene that is popular in the opera.

When he was drunk and lost his eyes, he looked at Princess Shoushan, who was beautiful and beautiful under the moonlight in the mountain depression, as if a ray of dawn suddenly shone into the gray life that had reached the bottom of the valley.

Swaying in the wind and grass in the mountains and forests, it is so beautiful that he can't help but want to chase it.

Everything is in the book—it must be in the book.

He wants fame, fame can support his mother, and fame can allow him to marry the young son, and he spared no effort to pursue this fame.But after chasing him all the way to the present, no one has ever told him that among the two fames in his destiny, he is destined to only choose one.

There is everything in the book, but you cannot have everything.

Gong Zhiyuan lay on Wen Yanzhi's shoulder and cried loudly, crying so much that the orderlies in the Tai Hospital outside stretched their necks to see, not only could he not stop, but he started crying even harder, and suddenly he dug his front and wailed loudly.

"Brother Wen, why do you think people have to choose...why?"

These words were like a steel needle piercing into the top of Wen Yanzhi's head, and it seemed that a blow opened a door that he had forced himself to open and close for the past few days. Under the sting, he looked up at Qi Yu who was seated above him, and felt a pang in his heart. acid.

Amidst Gong Zhiyuan's howling, Qi Yu sighed, and quietly put the teacup in his hand aside: "Forget it, Gong Zhiyuan, let's put aside today's marriage proposal, you go back and think about it calmly, and we'll talk about it tomorrow."

He got up and took a few steps, folded his cuffs, raised his hand and touched Wen Yanzhi's head, told him not to think about it, and said to Gong Zhiyuan: "Gong Zhiyuan, in fact, choosing a choice is also a kind of blessing, you trade it." The more expensive the thing, the rarer the thing you get. Just think about it, if you go to get married, I will give you the title of marquis, and a hundred cars of bride price will go to Korea. There are not many servants, but you don’t have your own son to accompany you. If you don’t go to marry, give up your little son, and want to stay and make contributions to the court and serve your mother with your own hands, after this incident, you will have a bright future waiting for you , but this road can only go nowhere, which one is more difficult in the end, you have to weigh it yourself."

"No one ever said it was easy to choose, Gong Zhiyuan," Qi Yu put down his hands, and said with deep eyebrows, "you can only gain if you give up. You are a manly man, what's the use of crying? If you want to refuse marriage, you should refuse marriage. If you want to get married Just get married, if you still cry like this when I see you tomorrow, I will really kill you! Do you hear me?"

Gong Zhiyuan knelt down in front of Qi Yu with his legs limp, and nodded heavily: "Minister, obey the order, and I thank the emperor for his training."

"Let's get up," Qi Yu pulled Wen Yanzhi up, and said: "You two said it in a good way, go back, I'm going to Wuying Pavilion. The Xuanlan Palace should let the king and princess go back to the mansion first, and Gong Zhiyuan tomorrow This idea is settled, let's see what Gao Li means."

"Okay." Wen Yanzhi agreed, and helped Gong Zhiyuan up from the ground, "Brother Gong, I'll take you home first."

Gong Zhiyuan nodded in dismay, "...please trouble Brother Wen."