Li Zhi, don't be a coward

Chapter 885
Fishing has always been a psychological sport, just like many people like to travel, read books, and drink alcohol. The fundamental purpose of fishing is to let people release stress, get away from troubles for a while, and seek short-term peace of mind.

It doesn't care about the result, it cares about the process.

Of course, men are naturally unwilling to admit defeat. While releasing the pressure, if they can take care of their skills and catch a few fish for their mothers-in-law at home, so that they will not be ridiculed by the mother-in-law as an air force, it will be more perfect.

It's a pity that Li Qinzai didn't catch a single fish from early in the morning until almost noon.

So now, let alone decompression, he even has a little high blood pressure.

I briefly summed up the reason why I didn't catch any fish. Of course, it wasn't that my skills were not good enough, but that there was a dead star by my side.

The Sangmen star squatted beside him, staring at the sparkling river in a daze, and sighed intermittently.

A literati is a literati, and even the sigh is full of melancholy, like a peony ripened by urine, seemingly elegant, but actually coquettish.

Sangmenxing's surname is Luo, and his name is Binwang. Li Qinzai's family unfortunately invited back as a guest.

At this moment, Li Qinzai really wanted to throw this servant into the river, so he didn't want it.

"If you sigh again, I'll throw you into the river. If you don't catch two fish with your own hands today, it won't end." Li Qinzai said coldly.

King Luo Bin sighed, "Marquis Li, you don't understand me..."

"My life is such a failure, I might as well follow Dr. Sanlu and throw myself into the river!"

Li Qinzai said coldly: "If you want to die, stay far away, don't scare my fish away."

King Luo Bin's expression became even more desperate, he had few friends, and no one would listen to the broken strings.

King Luo Bin's life was indeed a failure, the most failure of which was that he participated in this year's scientific examination.

However, Abin's college entrance examination results are not ideal...

Not surprisingly, he failed the ranking.

King Luo Bin is indeed talented, but his talent may not be appreciated by the examiners. The talent recognized by the people and the talent recognized by officials are definitely two different things.

The results of the Mining Computing subject are very transparent because it has standard answers, right is right and wrong is wrong. Even if the candidate refuses to accept it afterwards, Li Qinzai can take out the test paper and smash it in the face without fear.

But Mingjing is different. Its judgment criteria depend more on the subjective preferences of the examiners, especially the policy topic. The same essay on policy, in the eyes of different examiners, may have two completely different results.

Either it's brilliant, or it's nonsense.

In short, the extremely talented Luo Binwang just failed the ranking in a daze.

It was my fault that even the later Wu Zetian thought it was my fault that such a talent was not used by the country for writing the astonishing "Discussing Wu Zhao".

It's hard to imagine that such a talented person can't pass the scientific examination...

When Li Qinzai first heard the news, he felt absurd, like a professional racing driver who had failed the second test, he couldn't help but doubt his life for King Luo Bin.

King Luo Bin stared blankly at the river, his eyes were blank, and Li Qinzai couldn't help worrying secretly when he saw him like this.

Could this guy really jump into the river?
"Why don't you wait patiently for another two years for the next scientific examination?" Li Qinzai comforted.

King Luo Bin shook his head sadly: "I'm exhausted, and I don't have the heart to become an official anymore. I wish to go back to the mountains and forests and be a farmer and woodcutter for the rest of my life."

Li Qinzai tactfully comforted him: "Calm down, you will starve to death if you go farming. You really have no other advantages except writing articles, but your only advantage is that you haven't been admitted to Jinshi..."

King Luo Bin shook his body, gave him a sad look, and then burst into tears.

Li Qinzai touched his nose embarrassingly, hey, it didn't seem very tactful just now...

I don't know how to comfort people in my life, especially men.

Li Qinzai lost his mood for fishing, and after a long time of speaking, he forcefully squeezed out a sentence: "...at least the "Ode to the Goose" you wrote when you were a child is not bad. Children can carry it."

King Luo Bin cried even louder for some reason.

Astonishingly talented, the only work he can get out of is actually made in his childhood, which is not very consoling but extremely insulting.

Seeing him crying sadly, Li Qinzai was helpless.

He knew that King Luo Bin was really arrogant. After all, he was one of the four heroes of the early Tang Dynasty who were famous in history. He couldn't really be a bell-ringing dean in Ganjingzhuang Pheasant School all his life, right?
Like all literati, what King Luo Bin yearns for is still the court and officialdom. This is the consensus of all literati from ancient times to the present.

A big man was crying 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 scolded angrily, "I'll help you to apply for an official, I'll personally ask the emperor for an official, and I'll give you an official position, okay?"

King Luo Bin stopped crying, wiped away his tears, got up and bowed down, and his movements were smooth and smooth.

"Thank you, Marquis of Li County. I have made some progress in this life, but I owe it all to Marquis of Li County. I will report it in the future."

Li Qinzai was stunned, always feeling as if he had been fooled...

Looking Luo Binwang up and down, Li Qinzai asked curiously, "Did you really cry or fake cry just now?"

King Luo Bin pointed to his eye sockets: "I'm really crying, please look at Li County Marquis, here, and here, the tears that are fake..."

Li Qinzai sighed, it would be great if this guy was his student, and he would have no scruples when killing him.

Hurried footsteps came from the beach, and Guanshi Song ran along the river with one high foot and the other low, with an anxious expression on his face.

"Wu Shaolang, please return home quickly, something has happened!"

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Carrying the fishing rod back to the other courtyard, Li Sujie was waiting at the door. Seeing Li Qinzai coming back, Li Sujie stepped forward to meet him and said solemnly: "Sir, something serious happened in Chang'an City."

Li Qinzai unhurriedly handed the fishing rod to Guanshi Song and said, "What's the matter?"

Li Sujie said in a deep voice: "Mrs. Wei Guo was poisoned and killed by Wu Weiliang and Wu Huaiyun brothers. The emperor was furious and the whole court was in an uproar."

Li Qinzai was taken aback: "Madame Wei is dead?"

"Yes."

Scratching his head vigorously, Li Qinzai tried his best to straighten out the relationship.

Wu Weiliang and Wu Huaiyun have heard of the two brothers. They are the cousins ​​of Empress Wu, and of course Mrs. Han’s cousin. Mrs. Korea is the mother of Mrs. Wei Guo. That is to say, Mrs. Wei was poisoned by two uncles?
The relationship is really messed up, and it's all because of the indiscretion of the upper class.

"Tell me carefully." Li Qinzai urged.

Li Sujie paused, and said slowly: "Yesterday Mrs. Wei was ordered by the queen to enter the palace to have an audience. At the same time, Wu Weiliang and Wu Huaiyun brothers were also in the palace. The queen's original intention is to share the family relationship..."

"However, unexpectedly, the brothers of the Wu family put a strange poison in the cakes they brought into the palace. The box of cakes was originally dedicated to the queen, and the queen rewarded Mrs. Wei Guo at that time."

"After Mrs. Wei Guo ate the cake, she vomited blood when she got home, and died half an hour later."

　Mrs. Wei Guo was poisoned to death is a historical fact, not a fabrication.

　
(End of this chapter)