Promotion and fortune in Song Dynasty

No matter how unbelievable this letter of appointment is to Lu Ci, the content cannot be faked after all.

He sighed, and helplessly asked someone to pack his luggage, preparing to set off westward for the next morning.

Although the movement of him coming and going is not small, after this period of deliberate training, Ouyang Xiu, who is practicing writing strategies in the room, is still not affected at all, and his brushwork is like flying, which is called a single-minded person.

Lu Ci also had no intention of disturbing him.

After giving orders, he leaned lazily on the other side of the desk with his chin resting on one hand, lost in thought.

Ouyang Xiu was unaware of this, even though he had finished writing in one go, his brows were still furrowed, he turned to the beginning attentively, and began to review the previous text.

It wasn't until a short while before the remaining half of the stick of incense burned out that he nodded slightly in satisfaction, threw the pen in his right hand into the barrel, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Lu Ci was brought back to his senses by the crisp sound of the pen holder colliding with the pen holder, and he turned his attention to the bright-eyed disciple again. At the moment when the incense burnt out, he smiled and said, "The more Uncle Yong writes, the more you describe In appearance, he also appeared to be more calm and calm."

As soon as these words came out, Ouyang Xiu, who was still immersed in completing an article he thought was good, suddenly woke up.

"...I made Duke Lu laugh."

The youthful arrogance that was naturally exuded just now also disappeared unconsciously.

Because he is too aware that the existence in front of him who is only seven years older than him, whether it is in terms of talent, reputation, political achievements, and official status... all aspects crush him to the point where he cannot be compared, and realize that the person who just poked his head out That point of arrogance made him even more ashamed.

Seeing his embarrassment, Lu Ci couldn't help being taken aback.

He quickly understood that the person in front of him was not a friend of his peers, but a student who treated him with trepidation. No wonder he became nervous and shy like this because of a few words of kind ridicule.

"Uncle Yong's skin is still too thin and tender," Lu Ci said lightly while reviewing the article he just wrote, not knowing that he was about to be labeled as "highly respected" in advance: "In a little while, you You should get used to it.”

Ouyang Xiu pursed his lips in embarrassment, not ashamed to answer.

Lu Ci carefully corrected Ouyang Xiu's composition, and then directly corrected him in front of him, and finally ended with a compliment: "When I first met Uncle Yong, the political questions were still hard work at that time. Looking at it now, It’s been a long time, and it’s like two different people.”

As for Ci Fu, Lu Ci, who considers himself useless in this area, did not give much guidance except for rigorous repeated practice of non-examination styles-he thinks he is not so big-faced enough to give advice on poetry and Fu Ouyang Xiu is in his own class.

Ouyang Xiu said a few words modestly with burning ears, and then said sincerely, "It's all thanks to Lu Gong's teaching."

"It's getting late," Lu Ci smiled, and calmly struck a thunderbolt: "I'll send two people to accompany you back, pack up some necessary things, and stay with me tonight?"

"Yes—" Ouyang Xiu was about to nod his head habitually, but was stunned by the implication, suddenly raised his head, and repeated: "Stop?"

Lu Ci said 'hmm': "It is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books. I originally wanted to send you to study in the capital for a while, but now there is a better opportunity to send it to my door, so don't waste it, I will take you there A trip to Tubo."

Bianjing is inherently prosperous and prosperous, but for students whose minds tend to fluctuate, the impact it can have is mixed.

Now that he will be the chief envoy to Tubo, not to mention completely following the mission, but just allowing his disciples to take a convenient way and take care of him along the way, it is more than enough authority.

Ouyang Xiu still looked bewildered.

……Why did you just sit upright and do the questions, and the next moment you heard from Lu Gong lightly that you packed your bags and went to Tubo tomorrow?

Seeing that Ouyang Xiu was still struggling to digest, Lu Ci, who still had a lot of business to pass on to others temporarily, simply winked at the servant beside him.

They had just received the orders from the Lord Lang, and they quickly understood, and stepped forward to take Ouyang Xiu out.

Because Ouyang Xiu had revealed to Zheng that if he had the opportunity in the future, he would go to nearby counties and counties for a study tour, not only to increase his knowledge, but also to seek opportunities. Accident.

However, the family was in distress, and it was already difficult to meet the usual expenses, and there was no money left to support the elder son's long-distance travel, so he had to put it on hold temporarily.

Now that it was Lu Ci who brought him out in person, Zheng is still worried.

She was overjoyed and thanked the servant a thousand times, and even took out all the savings in the family and put them in the servant's hands.

The servant quickly refused, and sternly told Lu Ci what he had said, and managed to stop Zheng from embezzling money.

As for the family affairs during the time when Ouyang Xiu left home... Because the Lu's Yizhuang has been fully operational, in addition to the people in the Lu's estate, there are more than a thousand people involved in the Yizhuang who can help Zheng. It also completely relieved Ouyang Xiu's worries about traveling far away.

Picking up student Ouyang Xiu is not a big deal for Lu Ci.

After finding everyone in Yizhuang overnight and assigning the tasks at hand, it was already midnight.

Lu Ci looked at the star-studded night sky, and sat quietly at the desk for a while, without any sleepiness, but suddenly remembered something, leaned over suddenly, and pulled out the pile of letters from the dark compartment.

He fumbled for a while, and soon found the small stack hidden in the innermost place, and pulled out all of them.

There were twelve letters in all that had been opened and read many times, all of which belonged to the same person.

——His little lover, Di Qing.

Gently rubbing the soft letter paper, staring at the lines of words full of thoughts, Lu Ci had no idea that there was a very gentle smile on his face.

From the Song Dynasty to Tibet, the most traveled route is the one that goes along Qinzhou to Xizhou, then to Lanzhou, Xiningzhou, and finally to Qingtang City.

I thought that I would not be able to see you again for a long time, but the timing came by such a coincidence.

This is also the biggest reason why he is not very against being taken away and appointed as the main envoy to Tubo.

Lu Ci put away these letter papers that had been treasured and kept almost intact except that they had been opened and read many times, carefully stuffed them into his carry-on bag, and then simply washed and lay down on the couch.

——Although it was still early, he had been sincerely looking forward to meeting his little lover for a while.

Half a month later, Weizhou post house.

A thin, handsome official dressed in purple official uniform, surrounded by more than a dozen green-clothed officials, stood solemnly at the gate of the post house.

The group of people kept silent except for glancing at the main road and the direction of the city gate from time to time, which made many Weizhou people who passed by here faintly feel awe, and dared not openly look at them. Only a few furtive glances.

For them, the common people are not too unfamiliar: as early as three days ago, this group of officials had arrived, and the posture was not small at that time. Not only did the magistrates go out of the city to welcome them, but also hundreds of tall and mighty people accompanied them. Army men escorted dozens of carriages full of copper boxes.

Although we couldn't see what was inside the copper box, judging from the huge battle and the fact that even the carriage could be used, it was not difficult to guess that it was a valuable item.

Some of the more well-informed ones got more inside information from their relatives and friends working in the government office: This group of people is the Song Dynasty mission to Tubo!

Going westward for dozens of miles from Weizhou, you can reach Qinzhou, one of the gateways to the northwest, and it is not unusual to enter Tubo from there.

After a day or two of marveling, everyone became curious about this mission that was still entrenched in Weizhou City and was not in a hurry to continue westward.

But like today, the person who can see all these high officials dispatched, pretending to be waiting... Who could it be?

Some people saw a little way, and besides guessing, they also felt more curious like a cat's claws scratching their hearts.

Fortunately, it didn't make them "suffer" for a long time, and the answer they were looking forward to had already appeared——

When the city gate suddenly became noisy, the purple-robed official who was waiting expressionlessly knew that ninety-nine percent of the time the person he was waiting for had appeared.

"It's Yu Yu after all," he laughed in his heart, and said to an official beside him, "no matter where he goes, there will be such a big fight."

The official he asked was not surprised either, the corners of his lips were raised high, and he echoed sincerely: "Isn't it?"

The two looked at each other, got on their horses tacitly, and led the other green-clothed officials who also got on their horses one after another, and slowly went up to them.

Before he had gone too far, he rode on a tall horse with a donkey cart behind him not too far away. Because he was not wearing a veiled hat, the people in the city, especially the families of unmarried girls, blushed and exclaimed. The handsome gentleman is their very familiar friend.

Lu Ci had a calm and calm smile on his face, but in his heart he scolded himself dozens of times for not sitting in the donkey cart with Ouyang Xiu just now because he wanted to be cool, and chose to ride a horse to blow the wind, which caused the veil to fall to the ground.

If it were Bianjing, Mi, and Suizhou who were more familiar with the appearance of Lu Jiedu, who was in the middle of the third year, this would not be the case.

After all, this son-in-law who rides a dragon quickly in everyone's eyes is notoriously unfeminine, pure-hearted and ascetic, and he is different from the poor and white scholar in the past. His current power is also beyond the reach of ordinary dignitaries .

Not to mention that because of his filial piety, he will not be able to talk about marriage in a few years. This is enough to make the dignitaries who are eager to win over the new rich by marriage give up his goal and find another new scholar who is good at "fooling" .

But in this Weizhou, everyone knows nothing about his identity, they are simply attracted by this rare and outstanding appearance, and because the Qiqiao Festival is approaching, there are obviously more girls on the street, and the faces He is also more bold than usual for his favorite husband.

The short distance of a few hundred meters from the city gate to the post house was extremely difficult for Lu Ci—except for the bold courtesans who deliberately approached him and winked at him, the girls from good families were so angry that they gritted their silver teeth. Not to be outdone.

But after a while, he was hit by more than 20 fangpas, dozens of freshly picked flowers, and even some small fresh fruits.

Lu Ci kept smiling until his eyes met the two friends who were riding on horseback, but they were both smiling and crossing their arms, as if they were in a panic, he couldn't help but sighed deeply, and said helplessly: "I don't know, your relationship is over. It’s so good that you can watch from the sidelines and watch my jokes with relish?”

Seeing the pitiful look of this friend who was always doing his job with ease, covered in flower veils, Yan Shu and Liu Qi couldn't bear it any longer, and burst out laughing at the same time.