Xue Bai silently.

Unexpectedly, after a big victory in Qinghai Lake, the coach ended in such a dismal ending.

He understood what Wang Wei wanted to say - it was not easy for Helong's soldiers, fighting a war that lasted for hundreds of years with no results in sight.

Faintly, there is also the intention to complain that the saint is so happy about his achievements.

Wang Wei seemed drunk, holding his wine glass high and reading poetry.

"A young knight-errant from Chang'an went up to the garrison at night to see Taibai."

"The bright moon at Longtou approaches the pass, and travelers on Longshan play the flute at night."

"The veteran general from Kansai is deeply saddened, and he sheds tears when standing on horseback."

"Having experienced more than a hundred battles, large and small, my subordinates have benefited tens of thousands of nobles."

"Su Wucai is a vassal state, and his integrity has fallen to the west of the sea."

Xue Bai looked around, and when he saw Wang Wei turning his head, he actually cried.

Wu Kangcheng also burst into tears.

They didn't say anything, they just complained in verses.

He was once a high-spirited young man in Chang'an, but he became a veteran in Guanxi. He listened to the flute every night, missed his hometown, and made numerous military achievements. Then what? What did the soldiers who suffered so much at the frontier gain?

Su Wu had been shepherding sheep in Beihai for nineteen years, and all the charms on the talisman were gone. After returning, he only became a minor official like a vassal state.

Where is Li Linfu?

A lucky minister, after Cui Xiyi's death, took charge of Longyou and Hexi towns. He held more than dozens of posts. He received endless favor from the saint and became extremely powerful!

How can one be so virtuous?

How can you be so virtuous?!

Big merits are rewarded for small ones, small merits are rewarded big, and the sycophant is in a high position. This is not enough. Today we are going to persecute the soldiers of the border army?!

"The festival is over...Haixitou."

Wang Wei murmured this poem, raised his hand, patted Xue Bai's shoulder, and sighed: "Let's not talk about the stuffing, let's not talk about it... okay?"

There was compassion in his eyes again.

The passion of the young knight-errant from Chang'an in the past has long been extinguished by this world.

Even so, he seemed to have come forward to ask Xue Bai to stop investigating those veterans.

Xue Bai said: "Okay, let's not talk about the stuffing today."

Wang Wei sighed and said: "I listened to the first poem in the government office today. It was the tune of Jiaofang, "Huanxi Sand". It was written well, but you wrote it in Madam Guo's Mansion?"

"Yes."

Wang Wei took a deep look at Xue Bai and sighed: "Don't go this way."

Xue Bai was stunned.

He felt the sincere warning and regret in Wang Wei's eyes.

"Which way?"

"In the eighth year of Kaiyuan, I went to Chang'an to take the exam, but failed." Wang Wei picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and said slowly: "I was unwilling to accept it, so I made friends with Prince Ning, Prince Qi, and... and Princess Yuzhen.

In that year, he won the first prize."

Xue Bai picked up the wine glass and wanted to drink, but put it down again.

He still didn't know which path Wang Wei advised him not to take. He only vaguely felt that Wang Wei was full of anger and wanted to express it, but he still restrained himself.

"But look, what if you get the No. 1 Scholarship? This official career has been bumpy, and now you are just a green-robed petty official." Wang Wei murmured: "You are very similar to me when we were young, really similar. But remember, don't

Taking shortcuts will never work."

After only a few glasses of wine, he seemed a little drunk.

He stopped talking, raised his head, drank a glass of wine, and then spoke again, another poem.

"The beauty of the past has turned into the teeth of the twilight, and the white hair has turned into a drooping moustache."

"How many sad things can happen in life, how can they be dealt with if they are not given to Buddhism?"

……

Xue Bai listened to three poems today, from "Duhu to Yanran", to "Jie Zhao has fallen to the west end of the sea", and then to "How many sad things in life". Wang Wei did not go into too much detail, but he showed it

His helplessness and powerlessness in the officialdom of the Tang Dynasty.

~~

After leaving Wang Wei's house, Jiaonu and the Tian brothers followed Xue Bai and asked, "How was it?"

"Go to the Prime Minister's Mansion." Xue Bai looked up at the sky and said, "The curfew is coming soon, so move quickly."

Jiao Nu asked: "Any clues?"

Xue Bai hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"Yeah."
Chapter completed!