"Fan Xian, why don't you ask me what poem does this person write?" Pei Yan said with a smile.

Since I heard that this person’s surname is Lu, Pei Fanxian’s big mouth has never been closed. It’s not such a coincidence!

"Uncle, this person wrote it, probably because he had to die. I wish I could be a mandarin duck and not envy the immortals."

"God!"

"How do you know?" Pei Yan blinked his eyes and looked at him in shock. Is this kid so well-informed?

With a bang, Pei Fanxian's little heart sank. That's right, Pei Yan really wants to pull this poor man into the pit.

As the four heroes of the early Tang Dynasty, Lu Zhaolin's most famous poem is this one, which has been passed down for thousands of years and has even turned into an idiom and an element of the Chinese system.

According to historical records, Lu Zhaolin during the Xianheng period did resign and live in seclusion in the mountains and forests. According to legend, Lao Lu has always been in poor health.

Around this time, he had already started to get infected with wind and didn't know what the situation is now. At the worst, even his hands began to contract, and he could not take care of himself, let alone write poems that he was obsessed with.

It was at this time that Lu Zhaolin in history chose to commit suicide, and he could not stand the torture of illness.

"Uncle forgot that my place is the most well-informed place in Chang'an City. This poem has long been heard from the streets."

That's right!

Why did you forget this? Pei Yan smiled secretly.

"The saint has already spoken and wants to give Lu Zhaolin a title. Tell me, uncle, did you do a great thing?"

"Your uncle, I am so kind!" Pei Yan smiled, completely from the heart, and consciously looked for another talent for the court.

Pei Fanxian's heart was thrilling and thrilling, Lao Pei, you're harming people!

"Uncle, as far as I know, this Lu Zhaolin has always been in poor health and lives in seclusion in the mountains. It is not certain whether such a person can let him out of the mountain."

This is not a false statement. In the Tang Dynasty, there were still many people who were determined to live in seclusion and were unwilling to serve the court.

In addition, Lao Lu's body is definitely torture to drag him out to be an official.

Pei Fanxian kindly reminded him, but Pei Yan took it all as a warning.

"Good nephew, this is your ignorant."

"In the years since I entered the officialdom, I have never seen a scholar who doesn't want to be an official. Living in seclusion in the mountains is just an excuse to be unsuccessful."

"Once you have the opportunity to accept the call from the court, you will quickly abandon the mountains and forests and rush to the capital!" Pei Yan was very confident.

In a daze, Li Bai laughing to the sky appeared in front of Pei Fanxian, unable to speak. Pei Yan was surrounded by officials who were like him. If he hadn't been dedicated to being an official, he would not have been able to stand in the court!

"Uncle, as far as I know, Lu Zhaolin is in a bad state. He is a sick person and is very old."

"If a saint really intends to promote this person, he must not put him in an important position. He must be embarrassed by his body."

Pei Yan frowned and looked at him. Why is the child's expression so weird? Could it be that he knows something hidden?

"Fan Xian, Lu Zhaolin will not have any problems."

Pei Yan is an official fan, and his most concerned about is his own interests. If Lu Zhaolin really has a dark history that he doesn't know, it would be bad.

Pei Fanxian saw his intention and immediately climbed up the pole.

"Uncle, I have been embarrassed to say it just now, it's true!"

Is there really a problem?

This is too lingering!

The moment when Fan Xian spoke, Lao Pei's little heart beat fast, and everyone said that he had a real experience this time.

Although my uncle and nephew are usually so warm and warm, Pei Yan never regards Pei Fan as his own, but only regards him as his lucky thigh and hugs him from time to time.

And this time, he realized that this good nephew is really a free-to-play knowledge. If he hadn't spoken up for justice this time, Lao Pei might have been here again!

Pei Fan took a sip of tea first, and did not rush to speak. Looking at Pei Yan's anxious look, he felt disdainful.

If it weren't for Lu Zhaolin, he wouldn't have reminded him.

"Uncle doesn't know anything. Lu Zhaolin's poems have long been famous in Chang'an City, but the public has quite a complaint about him."

“How to say it?”

"He is a person, he has no problem being a human being, but his temperament is a bit too straightforward."

"Straightforward?" Pei Yan looked puzzled: "What's wrong with being straightforward?"

"Isn't this good?"

"People who write good poems are somewhat straightforward." Pei Yan disagreed, and Fan Xian paused and said, "To be more precise, it should be called "Bone Bones."

Pei Yan suddenly realized: "This kid, you said this a long time ago, wouldn't you understand?"

A skeleton person will definitely not be able to make a fortune in the court. If one does not make a good deal, he will cause trouble. Pei Yan secretly wrote down this matter. It seems that how to arrange Lu Zhaolin is indeed a difficult task.

After Pei Yan left, Pei Er shook out of the backyard.

He complained: "Fan Xian, how can you stop Lu Zhaolin from getting promoted?"

When it comes to promotion and wealth, Pei Er and Pei Yan have the same idea. Anyone who has studied hard for many years does not want to make any progress in his career?

Even if there is, it is because of the unsuccessful career and the disheartenedness of ambition. It is definitely not an act of doing it.

Fan Xian glanced at him: "What do you know!"

"I've heard that Lu Zhaolin had wind numbness and half of his body was not flexible. He just asked him to be an official, just to make him suffer."

"I think even if the court comes forward to call, he may not necessarily come out."

Pei Er was dissatisfied: "If he is really sick and doesn't want to come out to be an official, that's his business. Why did you interfere out of thin air?"

"Aren't you afraid of messing with other people's good things?"

This person talked a lot today. Fan Xian chuckled and said, "I heard that many of the new books in Boya Bookstore have arrived, many of which are lonely books from the previous dynasty, and they are very precious."

"When I opened the store just now, I saw that there were people in the store entrance. I was late and I guess I couldn't get a single one."

"Old book?"

“It’s still a lot?”

Pei Er screamed a few times and ran away.

Pei Er is a man who can’t let you down on food and books. As long as you move these two things out, Pei Er’s attention will definitely be diverted.

He did not allow Pei Yan to recommend Lu Zhaolin to become an official, so he was naturally for the sake of Lao Lu. Pei Laozi had a lot of intrigues and didn't need anyone to help him with advice.

For Lu Zhaolin, it may not be too difficult to become an official. In fact, according to historical records, his current health should be quite acceptable.

But the problem is that his mouth was indeed as Pei Fanxian described, without a door.

Or, even if he doesn't have that meaning, when the disaster comes, people will feel that he means that. In the end, he will be involved in the vortex of trouble.
Chapter completed!