Chapter 3 The third chapter is in a hurry, the scene is withering, the brush is stained with smoke, but the hunger is still in the exam

On their way home, Du and Zheng were raining heavily. Seeing a small wine shop beside the road, they went inside to shelter from the rain.However, the rain, Zhejiang, Zhejiang and Lili still refused to stop. The cold rain knocked on the window, and the sad wind blew on the temples. I felt depressed and missed people far away.I was about to order some wine and vegetables to relieve my worries, and asked the restaurant to provide two rain gear.Suddenly, two drinkers walked in in the rain. Although they held umbrellas, the lower half of their clothes were already wet by the raindrops.The young man inside was born with the back of an ape and the waist of a bee, his face was like a crown of jade, his eyes were piercing, and he looked forward very much. When he entered the door, he put the umbrella on the wall and shouted: "The bartender, prepare the wine and dishes!" The same person came to the door. While shaking the rainwater on the umbrella, the movement is quite brisk.Although Du Fu looked like a son of a noble family, his clothes were quite simple, his brows were very handsome, he was casual, he didn't have the usual dandyism, so he couldn't help but take a second look.Just thinking that this person is handsome, I heard someone laughing: "Zimei!" Turning around, a young man in his thirties, with a radiant face and a handsome appearance, was walking towards him with a smile on his face.He looked very familiar, but suddenly remembered that the person who came was none other than Nanyang Cen Shen who was shaking the rain by the door and who had met in Dongdu before.Because he is very bold, full of courage and insight, and also writes excellent poems, they are very congenial with each other, and they have been separated for several years, and they don't know where to go.A few days ago, I found out that I was a Jinshi in the middle of the previous year. I was in Chang'an, and I was looking for him to talk about my wealth. I didn't expect to meet him, and I hurriedly greeted him with a smile and introduced him to Zheng Qian.The first boy came over with a smile on his face.After taking the seat, he realized that the young man was Yan Wu, the son of Yan Tingzhi, the old Shangshu Yan Tingzhi, whom he usually admired.When we met in Dongdu before, he was still a child, unexpectedly he has grown up, he is so handsome, and his speech and behavior are extremely heroic.Fortunately, the old man has a son, and I am even happier.

Yan Wu's name is Ji Ying, because his father repeatedly praised Du Fu's talent in Japan, but because his father was being squeezed out by the traitor Li Linfu when he met, he had already been demoted and retired.If you can't make it useful, it is often cited as a hate thing.I had preconceived ideas, but seeing that Du Fu's remarks are different from ordinary rotten Confucians, and he praised them graciously. He doesn't regard himself as an old man, so he admires him even more and gets close to him naturally.The wind and rain are blowing, and there are no other guests in the wild. The four elders and younger are all versatile, friendly and talkative characters, needless to say they are speculative with each other.After eating this feast of wine, there is still some aftertaste.Later, it was still Du Fu who was afraid that Zheng Qian's wife would wait for him. Just when the wind and rain stopped, he made an appointment with Zheng, Cen and Yan to leave together.

A few days later, Du Fu finished the poem presented to King Ruyang.Fearing that Zheng Qian would be too lazy to show the painting, he visited in person, picked out a ready-made painting for him, wrote a poem on it, forced him to change into clean clothes, and went to Ruyang Wang's villa together, only to find out that Li Jing had passed away. Lishan asked Kong Chao's father to transfer it on his behalf, but he ignored it afterwards. Time flies, and it's winter in a blink of an eye.Due to Zheng Qian's poverty, Du Fu was going to Fengtian County to find his father for some money and rice to share with him, when Kong Chao's father suddenly ordered Li Jing to send them some embellishing pens. and gifts, and please go to the palace for a banquet three days before New Year's Eve.As soon as Chao's father left, Yan Wu personally delivered another twenty taels of silver.

Du Fu laughed and said, "Father Kong Chao just sent me and Zheng Qian dozens of taels of silver and many gifts on behalf of Ruyang Gong, which is enough for the two of us to spend the rest of our year." That's all!" Yan Wu raised his brows, and then asked: "The previous (previous) generations traveled and ate in Chang'an, and people spared money and loved friends. How can the Ruyang king get a few dozen taels of silver? If he refuses to accept it, it will be Think I'm being dishonest." Du Fu had been with Yan Wu for two or three months, and he knew that he was stubborn, and he would do what he said, so he couldn't push it any further, so he laughed and said: "Ji Ying also travels and eats in Chang'an, and he is not rich. , I have received great love, and I will no longer refuse. Mr. Zheng is a down-and-out man, and he is honest. When the weather is cold at the end of the year, it will be difficult. To rescue the poor is like putting out a fire. When it is early, it will be better. You and I will visit him together. How about taking the property that Ruyang donated to him?"

Yan Wudao: "Why didn't Ruyang Runbi send someone to send it personally, but asked the ancestors to hand it over?" Du Fu said: "Father Chao was supposed to go there in person on behalf of Ruyang, but because there were other things to do today, and knowing that Mr. Zheng was waiting, he asked me to pass it on as a compliment. Let's go to him first, and then we will make an appointment." How about getting drunk with Mr. Cen?" Yan Wudao: "I wanted to make an appointment with Mr. Cen, and wait for my ancestors to have a drink together. Unexpectedly, Mr. Cen has gone hunting in the suburbs, and I am planning to go there. Today, at the turn of Shenxi, I am waiting for my ancestors and Mr. Zheng at the Qiting Restaurant. Come together Once drunk, I won't accompany you for now." After saying that, he stood up and said goodbye.

Du Fu hurried to Zheng's house to send Yan Wu away, so he got up immediately.Because although Zheng Qian is bold and withdrawn, he never likes princes and nobles, it seems a bit reluctant to send paintings to King Ruyang last time.To prevent him from accepting gifts from the other party, he would not go to the banquet.Just as I was thinking about what to say after seeing someone, Zheng's wife came out to open the door and invited Du Fu to sit down in the studio, saying that Zheng Qian had selected a dozen paintings and was going to sell some money to share with Du Fu and the two of them, and went early in the morning on an empty stomach. Haven't come back yet.

Du Fu explained his purpose, left the silver gift, and gave a few more instructions.Just as he got up to leave, he suddenly saw Zheng Qian wearing a pair of torn cuffs and a large scroll of paintings under his side, he walked in from the outside listlessly, his face was frozen purple, he hurriedly called out: "Brother Zheng." When Zheng Qian saw Du Fu, he immediately beamed with joy, and asked, "We'll miss it if we're one step late." Then he threw the scroll of painting under his waist on the low couch, and his voice trembled slightly in the severe winter. Seeing his dejected look, Du Fu expected him to run around enduring the hunger and cold, selling his hard work, running for half a day in vain, and returning disappointed without even selling a single painting.Earlier, I saw Zheng's wife, mother and son all look cold, and it is clear that the situation has become more and more poor recently.Knowing that others are poor and tough, there must be complaints at this time, and if a word is not speculative, they will refuse it.Fortunately, I just told Zheng's wife that arrangements have been made, and all the silver gifts have been put away.Before he could speak, he smiled and said: "Today the clouds are thick, and Yan Jiying invited the two of us to go to the flag pavilion to cool off the cold and wait for the snow. It happened that someone gave me some money, and I asked my brother to go to the street to look at the two pieces of clothes first, then How about a drink at the flag pavilion?"

When Zheng Qian went out early in the morning, there was no grain of rice in the house, and knowing that Du Fu had also run out of money, it was equally difficult, so he had no choice but to sell a few paintings that he would not normally sell.First look for a few poor acquaintances, but they are all powerless.In the end, I couldn't, so I found those shops that deal in calligraphy and painting to sell them door by door.Zheng Qian had seen the paintings and calligraphy displayed in the store before, anyone with eyes could see that they were much worse than his paintings, and the value was quite expensive.Full of eagerness, it is expected that it will be sold.Unexpectedly, the owner of the store saw that he was an unknown poor man, not only refused to accept him, but also talked a lot of gossip, which was simply unreasonable.No matter what he said, his tongue was burning and his lips were burning, but the other party just ignored it.Zheng Qian thought of the miserable situation of his children crying hungry and cold, but he had to bite the bullet and bump around everywhere.Later, when I traveled all over the Chang'an painting shop, I encountered ordinary faces.After running around for half a day, Xiu said that he would sell the painting, but he didn't even get a good breath.The most exasperating thing is that two shopkeepers said: "The silk you used is not bad. If you don't paint like this, you can exchange it for money. This painting is worthless."

When Zheng Qian first heard it, he was so angry that he really wanted to use his old fist, but when he even asked a lot of people, they all said the same thing, and his anger became more and more discouraged.He even doubted his carefully crafted work, wishing he could burn it all down.In the end, I thought that my wife, family and children were still suffering from hunger and hope, and had to ask for a way to survive. I gritted my teeth and decided to rush home, take out all the plain silks that Du Fu gave me last month, and exchange them for some. Qian Mi, save your life for the time being, and make other plans. From now on, you will never write again, and vow not to write or draw again.Hurrying back, I didn't expect Du Fu to be visiting at this time, so I asked him to look at the clothes; at the same time, I saw smiles on the faces of his wife and children, guessing that this good friend got some money from somewhere, and came to the rescue, so he couldn't help but look at his wife. glance.

Zheng's wife smiled and said: "Don't worry, you can go with Brother Du, so as not to miss the appointment. My mother and daughter cook in a calm manner, so as not to make me flustered when you are at home." When Zheng Qian heard the words, his heart became more settled, and he heard Du Fu's repeated urging to leave. He has a good friendship and has received a lot of help, so how can he still fall into the cliché?Happily followed and left. Because Zheng Qian was empty, Du Fu bought some clothes and went to Qiting together.When he entered the door, he said that he was not full for lunch when he came early, so he didn't need to wait for Yan Wu, and ordered a lot of wine and food first. After Zheng Qian was full and the conversation was healthy, he mentioned the matter of Li Jing's sending to retouch his pen.

After Zheng Qian listened, he laughed and said, "Brother Zimei, do you think I don't know current affairs? I give paintings to others, and they give me gifts. I deserve it. If I don't give them away, I will disturb their feast, and Du Brother's words are irrelevant. Ruyang is not used to the habits of princes and princes, and he is not evil. I am just not used to being close to officials and nobles. It is useful, and there is no need to pretend to be aloof and unreasonable." Then Du Fu asked Zhi Chaolai about being offended by selling paintings, so he was very indignant. The flag pavilion is on Ninghuifangfu Street, with five-fold cornices, a wide terrain, and exquisite food and beverage furnishings. It was a place for banquets, banquets and entertainment for Chang'an scholars and scholars in Tang Dynasty.Du and Zheng went there early, and their seats were right next to the window. On one side, they could look at Zhongnanyin Ridge, and on the other side, they could have a close view of Furong Yuyuan.Overlooking the 100,000 households in Chang'an City, the roof tiles are like scales, and many prosperous markets and pedestrians, cars and horses like flowing water are all under one's feet.The two were only talking and joking, and had no intention of watching.Later, I saw that it was already the beginning of the west, the cold clouds were low, the new wind was not blowing, snowflakes were gradually falling in the sky, and more and more drinkers went up to the tower to enjoy the snow. Shadows on the temples, laughter and chatter, the whole restaurant became lively.Just thinking that Yan Wu has always been in a hurry, why hasn't the appointed time come yet?Suddenly, a middle-aged scribe came up the stairs.Just saw that it was Xue Ju, Cen Shen’s new poet friend, and heard Zheng Qian pointing out the window and laughing, “Look, brother Zimei! This man’s ability to ride a horse does not seem to be inferior to yours.” Looking back at the snow outside the window, the snow was getting bigger and bigger, In the large sparse forest in the southeast, there are two riders, two riders, with swords hanging, coming towards the wind and snow.In front of him is a man wearing Lunzhong and apricot-yellow fur, and he is running fast on a big maroon horse.When he got to the left near the stream, he seemed to be afraid that the stream would freeze, so he slipped the horse, and as soon as he pulled the bridle, the young man on the horse who followed him was better at riding, ran faster, and chased him.Seeing that the two horses were biting head to tail and were about to collide, the boy suddenly pulled the reins sideways. At that time, avoiding the front rider, he led the horse into the air and leaped over the ice creek that was more than ten feet wide. The companions who were crossing the ice at the back galloped all the way to the flag pavilion.The young man hangs a long sword at his waist and sits on the back of a horse. He is both heroic and wears a red cloak. He is riding a white horse. He suddenly flies across the sky. When the wind blows, the cloak is immediately wrapped up like a Hong Yun, guarding a man and a horse, flies in the thousands of layers of snow waves. It is extremely fast and beautiful.When someone walked around to get off his horse in front of the building, he saw that the last rider looked like Cen Shen, and there was still something hanging on the horse.In a blink of an eye, someone came upstairs, and the first person in the lead was Yan Wu, holding a bunch of pheasants and other game in his hand.It was only when we met that I found out that he and Cen Shen had gone hunting in the city, changed their attire, and it was snowing again, so I didn't notice it.Cen Shen.Xue Ju came by appointment. As soon as Cen Shen was seated together, he said to Du Fu: "Yesterday, I heard that the imperial court issued an edict that a merit examination will be held next spring. Anyone with a talent can go to take the exam. This is an opportunity to get in. Brother Du, please don't take it." miss." The five guests and the host had a drink, chatted and laughed until they held the lamps. They saw that there were more and more drinkers upstairs, and there were singing and dancing, mixed with the sound of laughter, which was very noisy.Cen Shen and Zheng Qian were impatient at first.Yan Wu also felt that the voice was noisy and it was difficult to talk freely, so he said that today there are a lot of wild game, and he wants to invite everyone to his apartment for a long night's talk. Because Cen Shen and Xue Ju were the first to praise him, and Yan Wu was young, and the most hospitable and happy event, he didn't want to make him happy, so he smiled and looked at Zheng Qian's face with embarrassment, his face was flushed, and he was sweating profusely.Knowing that he was wearing thin clothes before, the newly bought fur fur just put on his body, and the fire is booming again.He also remembered that he had been running for half a day in the severe cold early in the morning, and he was dragged by himself before he got home, he was inevitably tired at this time, and before he could speak, he politely thanked Yan Wu on his behalf.Zheng Qian voluntarily went home to see that his old wife and children had no winter clothes on their upper body.Take the opportunity to thank you and go on your own. Yan Wu lived very close to Qiting, and he didn't even ride a horse, so he accompanied Cen, Du and Xue to walk on the snow.Although Yan Wu is not rich, the situation is better than these few people at this time, and when the year is approaching, the wine and food are complete, and he has a temperament that likes to get together but not to leave, so let's hang out together until night. The third day was the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, and Du Fu and Zheng Qian went to Ruyang Prince's Mansion for a banquet. Although Li Jing felt that Zheng Qian was a talented man, he was not very good, but he valued Du Fu very much.On the second day, I sent Du Fu some wine and fruit cakes.Du Fu originally intended to visit his relatives in Fengtian County, so he had to stay in Chang'an to spend the new year. Li Jing sent a lot of wine and food, and Yan Wu sent some gifts for several years.Du Fu couldn't finish it by himself, so he distributed some to Zheng Qian and Cen Shen, and the rest to share with the whole hostel.Because Sun Zai and other people with close acquaintances have all gone home for the New Year, they felt bored after the meal, and heard the sound of shouting and drinking pheasants in the room next door, so they went to join the same gamble. Two denarii came, some of which were given to the losers, but they were not taken.After the beginning of spring, the more friends met, Li Jing often gave him some money to brag, and Yan Wu often gave him gifts. Sometimes he wrote two poems and gave them to courtiers who were more respectable. some gifts.The travel and food life is not bad, and there is no need to ask my father to help me anymore. In mid-March, the imperial court held an examination, and Du Fuman suggested that his recent poems and essays were better than his previous ones, and there was absolutely no reason why he should take them.Unexpectedly, it was in vain, and he still got the first place. Du Fu first thought that the supervisor had no eyes and did not know the real talent. Afterwards, he found out that Li Linfu, the traitor, was jealous of talents. The table, to the effect: "The emperor is a sage, all talents in the world are reused by the imperial court, and there is no sage left in the wild." All the people who take the exam are mediocre people who want to advance, and they don't see any talent. The examiner dare not let this generation abuse Stealing the court's name and position, so no one took it." Today, today's emperor is convinced.Another interview, such as Yuan Jie and other talented and famous people, was also not admitted.Although the heart is indignant, there is nothing to do.After receiving letters from my father, I was reminded to return home due to old illness.Can't help being shocked, Xingye rushed to Fengtian County, Du Xian was already bedridden.Soon, he died of illness in office.Du Fu was naturally very sad.After burying his father, the family became more and more difficult, so he left the original inheritance of ancestors in Gongxian County to his stepmother and younger siblings. After returning to Luoyang, he sold all the Susukida and some odds and ends that his aunt had given him back then, and moved to Chang'an with his wife.He built several thatched huts near Duling, bought several acres of land, and led his family to cultivate them.In addition, some medicinal herbs are planted, ready to be sold to supplement the household income.On the one hand, according to the fashion at that time, I wrote some poems and essays, and sent them to court nobles to make progress, or to get some gifts from them.Such a stable life and unavoidable things will naturally be subject to many difficulties and setbacks.What's more, in the past three years, some people who could help him were either demoted and transferred outside due to the ostracism of traitors, or the situation was not much better than him.There are only a limited number of people who can support him, such as Ruyang Wang Li Jing and Fu Ma Zheng Qianyao.Yan Wu, a good friend, has been appointed as a military officer in Taiyuan Prefecture.Cen Shen was born lonely and poor, and he served as Zuo Buque first. Because he was upright and courageous, he often reprimanded the treacherous people in the court and offended the powerful.Finally, Zheng Qian's paintings are gradually being demanded.Although I don't have much ink, I'm still poor, but it's better than when I first met.And only one painting was sold, so if you need to find Du Fu to share it with, or talk all day long, get drunk.There is no small favor for Du Fu. Du Fu has money, so he naturally goes to find him. These two poor friends look after each other, and their friendship is getting deeper and deeper.Du Fu lived in Chang'an for four years, and occasionally went back to Luoyang to sweep graves and visit relatives and friends. The imperial court has used troops year after year, and provoked many frontiers. Although Tianbao won several battles in the early years, all of them were not worth the loss, and it also aggravated the hatred of foreigners against the Tang Dynasty.The number of times the army is used is more, the number of strong men is less, and the number of soldiers is naturally insufficient, so the elderly people have to be forced to serve as soldiers.Conscription officials were violent in the nineteenth century, and even the old and the weak were forced to serve in the army.The protracted war resulted in a shortage of soldiers.The quality of soldiers also changed from strong to weak, from victory to defeat, which made the people angry and demoralized.Finally, his vitality was seriously injured, and he was out of control.At this time, there were still several years before the Anshi Rebellion. With the court's poor soldiers silently fighting and fighting endlessly, a large number of rural areas were abandoned, the national power was weakened, and the people were in dire straits.Li Longji is blindly greedy for wine and sex, spends a lot of money, works with others, and learns from each other.The treacherous prime ministers Li Linfu and Yang Zhen (Guozhong) both controlled the government, formed cliques for personal gain, bribed public officials, and committed all sorts of crimes, which aggravated serious disasters for the people.The common people could not return to their homes, they could not grow their land, and they were full of sores and phlegm. "Thousands of families weeping in the wild". Voice of misery!This is the same as the luxury, endless enjoyment, meat and wine of the powerful officials and relatives at that time.The morning and evening singing and singing became a very sharp contrast.Prices in Chang'an are also getting more expensive day by day. Under the heavy pressure of rice beads, osmanthus, hunger and cold, Du Fu, despite premature aging, poor and sick, went to rich families according to the fashion at that time, and delivered poems written with his painstaking efforts everywhere, in order to win the support of his whole family. There is no other way than to survive.First, only seek help from more speculative people.Later, the situation became poorer and more helpless, and even the courtiers and playboys who had always been looked down upon were found.Suppressing the full of complaints, bowed his head and heart, forced to laugh, and became their guest.Although the long period of suffering has made him nearly forty years old, the heroic mood of this poet has not been weakened by it.His own situation became more and more impoverished, and the whole family was poor in food and clothing, and the many poor people who saw dove-shaped pigeon faces, wandered on the road and had nowhere to call, suffered more than he did.I couldn't help but shed tears of sympathy, but when I thought about the lavish singing and dancing that I saw when I went to rich families for food and clothing, and the luxurious scene of a little older banquet with all the property of the middle-aged and ten families, it made my stomach fuller angry.Knowing that nineteen of these nobles are walking corpses and have no quality, but I am not up to date, and I have to go to them to beg for mercy from time to time.Sometimes I can't understand the high eyebrows and low eyes of these people, and I can't help but say a few angry words, and walk away, and I feel arrogant when I walk on the road. , also relieved a lot.But when I think that although I have vented a few grievances, people are full of wine and food, but the walls of the house are desolate, the cold stove has no smoke, and there is a danger of running out of cooking within a day or two.When the cold wind blows, I feel discouraged.Reluctantly rushing to the home, while trying to comfort his wife, he also searched his brains and made up his mind.This family was offended last night, who will they go to find tomorrow?The most worrying thing is that this group of people flock together like a feather, they often have banquets together, most of their voices are the same, if you hurt one, you can bring several.Recently, people have heard rumors that Du Zimei is poor, extremely boring, and even more arrogant.Wouldn't it be worse if he went to the door, saw many faces, and was robbed of his confession?He was very anxious in his heart, but on the surface he couldn't bear to tell his wife.This scene is really painful.He has suffered pain like this more than once.Grinding back and forth, the sharpness of youth has been worn away a lot.Gradually he was able to swallow his anger and refused to explode easily, but the anger smoldering in his heart became more and more intense.He longed for a virtuous king to restore the prosperity of Zhenguan and Kaiyuan, so that millions of suffering people could live and work in peace and contentment from hunger and cold.I can also use it according to the times to display my life ambitions.But the situation is getting poorer and poorer, and the things I think are more and more hopeless.Seeing that he was too poor to survive, he suddenly heard that Wei Ji had returned to Chang'an after being transferred from Henan Yin Nei to Minister Zuo Cheng.When passing through Luoyang, I also visited Shixiangting Cave to see him before returning home from Chang'an.I thought that when I first arrived in Chang'an, although I had Wei Ji's help, I appreciated his poems and essays very much.Later, he was transferred abroad, and the two sides have not seen each other for a long time.At this time, when I heard that Wei Ji was transferred to Beijing, I naturally thought that he was a savior, so I went looking for him at that time.However, Wei Ji didn't come back after leaving the house, and the servants who answered the door were not old people, and they didn't know each other.Du Fu was disheveled and it was inconvenient to wait at other people's homes, so he had to leave his words behind and wandered in the street.After walking for two streets, fearing that Wei Ji would miss him when he came back, he hurried to visit Wei's house again, but he still didn't return.He went there several times like this, and the servants of the Wei family slave thought he was nagging, and became more and more bored every time, so the language of his words was naturally a little bit rude.Du Fu was also made more and more timid by the trouble.The last two times when he approached Wei's house, he was short of breath and felt hesitant to look at the door. When he went to knock on the door bravely for the last time, he was sized up and down by the answerer and said a lot of rude words.Mixed with shame and anger, the more I think about it, the more I hate it. I first realize that it is difficult to ask for help. How can I be angry with this slave?As soon as he got angry, he suddenly thought that food and clothing are difficult now. If he changed to another family, the scholar could be killed but not humiliated.Wei Zuocheng used to think highly of me, and he once visited my hometown. He wanted to see that his friends were still as warm-hearted as before. He himself was not at home.What's more, they don't know the relationship between the master and me, so it's no wonder they speak rudely.After thinking about it, I walked two streets again.I suddenly remembered that servants like the Wei family are very hateful, what should I do if they don't report to me when I come back?Surprised, he ran back.He was sweating all over the run and was about to arrive. He saw that the gate of Wei's house was closed and there were no cars or horses in front of the gate.He really didn't have the courage to look at the face of the servant who answered the door, and ran all the way into the city, even walking on the street without stopping, and he was a little tired.If you go to visit friends elsewhere, and you are afraid of missing them, you will be embarrassed.After thinking and thinking, he decided to wait in front of Wei's house.Standing with aching legs, I suddenly remembered that Wei Jixi was quiet and good at Taoism. He often sat alone in Shenxuan. ?In a moment of urgency, let alone thinking about it, I hurried to knock on the door again.Just thinking about the scene of being angry just now, I feel a chill in my heart, and I want to stop, but the door knocker has already been knocked. The door opened, and it was the healthy servant who spoke the most outrageously just now who came out. Before Du Fu could ask any questions, he shouted angrily, "I told you that the master is not at home. Wouldn't it be the same for you to come back another day? It won't be too long before you bother me." hit us six times...” Du Fu was blocked even when he wanted to ask the master if he was sitting at home.Angry and ashamed.Embarrassed there, unable to speak out. Jianfu wanted to say a few more words, but suddenly heard the sound of yelling, looked west with his head, and turned around in a hurry.As soon as he turned around, more than a dozen healthy servants rushed out of the door.The gates were fully opened, and the branches stood by, each arranging the clothes and hats they were wearing, without saying a word. In the past half a day, when Du Fu only found out the voices of the minions passing by on the street, he must pay attention to spying on them, and he has done so many times.Seeing this situation, it is expected that Wei Ji came back and looked forward with his head. Zou Congguo was a guard of honor for Shangshu.Feeling relieved, he hurried forward to meet him.