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Chapter 118 The Miserable Poem Saint

The three got on their horses, chatted and laughed all the way to Du Fu's shabby room in Chang'an, chatted all the way, and the three of them had the intention of seeing each other later.

Li Bai is heroic, Du Fu is profound and needless to say, but Nie Feng has studied 2000 years of history, and is blessed by the power of the heavens. He comments on the pros and cons of the Tang Dynasty in his speech, and criticizes Fang Qiu, which is also quite free and easy. Two giants in the literary world, Seeing Nie Feng's demeanor, he secretly praised him.

Du Fu's family lives in Chonghuafang, the westernmost Fangshi in Chang'an. This place is also the gathering place for refugees from Chang'an. Yesterday along Zhuque Street, I saw the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty in Zhuque Square. Today, I look at the dilapidated place, and the people on the street are full of people. With a look of hunger on his face, Nie Feng couldn't help sighing inwardly.

"Speaking of which, I've known this little brother for so long, and I still don't know his name? I knew it when I arrived at Zhuque Square. Now Li Bai is still in the dark, what's my name? But it's a bit taboo?"

Li Bai saw that Nie Feng was a sweetheart, and seeing Wanmin's suffering was full of unbearable expressions, so he couldn't help asking softly.

"Haha, there is no taboo. Today this name is still unknown. It doesn't matter if you tell Brother Li. My name is Nie Feng, a nameless person."

Nie Feng originally intended to post a few more videos by himself. He was afraid that Li Longji's reward announcement would be posted, and by then everyone in the world would know Nie Feng's name.

However, Li Bai thought that Nie Feng meant that he was not yet able to make progress, so he couldn't help laughing out loud.

Du Fu calmed down a bit, praised the young man for his ambition to be a young man, and he was timid when he was close to his hometown. Now that he was getting closer and closer to his house, the poet suddenly felt a little uneasy. He jumped off his horse, led the horse and brought the two of them When they arrived at the gate of a small courtyard, they heard mournful cries coming from inside.

The young man looked at the dilapidated small courtyard as if no one took care of it, thinking about Du Fu's panic in the history books, and vaguely guessed something, his face turned pale instantly.

Du Fu heard the cry and rushed into the house with big strides. Nie Feng followed behind him, and saw a wrinkled woman, leading a ten-year-old girl, kneeling in front of a white cloth.

There was also a big bearded man with a sad expression on his face, standing beside the two women, the three of them couldn't help but raise their eyes together when they saw someone intruding.

Seeing Du Fu, the haggard woman, who had run out of oil and lamps, jumped up without knowing where the strength came from, and threw herself into the arms of the poet sage, hammering at Du Fu's chest with both hands, Tears that seemed to have dried up a long time ago burst out again.

"Zimei, Zimei, you are finally back. It has been six years. You left Chang'an and ignored your family. Today Zongwu died, but you just rushed back. God, what evil did the Du family do! "

Hearing the woman's words, Nie Feng's eyes turned red when he thought about the young man in the white cloth, Du Fu's youngest son, and the reason why the child died.

"Wanniang, what's wrong with Zong Wu? But he's sick? When I was leaving, didn't I ask my colleagues who used to be officials to take care of you? Where are they?"

Du Fu watched as he lifted the white cloth and looked at his youngest son's gray and dark face, already so thin and out of shape, he couldn't help but a few old tears fell down!

When Wanniang heard her husband asking about the cause of her son's death, she couldn't help taking a deep breath, as if she had exhausted all her strength, and said word by word.

"Zong Wu died of starvation. Seeing that his sister was reluctant to eat, he always said that he was full every day, so he gave his share of food to Xiu Niang. Yesterday he was studying in the room, and he fell silent while reading. , we just found out that he has not had any water or rice for several days. Du Lang, Du Lang, you always say in your poems that my dynasty has reached its peak, but this is Chang'an City. The price of corn has risen every day. In the past, you looked down on me. The people in the family are all officials in the court now, but the Du Lang family still has a child who starved to death!"

Du Fu's wife, the resentment towards Du Fu in her heart broke out here together. Du Fu thought of his poem "I will be at the top, and I will see all the mountains and small mountains". On the white cloth covering the child's body.

Seeing the tragic changes in his old friend's house, Li Bai burst into tears. He is a man of temperament, he doesn't like to put on airs all his life, and with the miserable situation in front of him, he looked towards the direction of the Taiji Palace in the north with a smoldering breath in his chest.

"My husband's poverty is not enough, and today's family has changed a lot! Your Majesty, look at the prosperity of Chang'an. Du Gong is exhausted, but he still can't protect the children in the family. If it is not for Li Linfu's poison, how can there be a national scholar!"

Nie Feng listened to Li Bai's words in front of him, and the bearded man fell silent. Both of them knew that Du Fu was known as a child prodigy when he was young. Unexpectedly, Li Linfu actually said that all the talents in the world are in the court, and there is no talent in the world who can be selected in the selection session that Du Fu was determined to win.

In the final analysis, the high-level struggle of the Tang Dynasty has shattered the hearts of many men with passion in their hearts!
The curly bearded man is the head of this place, and he has some friendship with the Du family. Seeing Du Fu's injury and knowing the ups and downs of life in the world, he can't help but feel sad.

He shook his head and said to Du Fu.

"Chongwu died of hunger. According to the truth in Chang'an, you have to go to Huangjue Temple to ask for incense to appease the three souls and seven souls. If you have time, go to the temple. Wan Niang and A Xiu are still there. Even if you have Qingyun Zhi, you can't do it now. It’s time to let it go and support your family first. As Li Gong said, this world cannot support a country’s nobles.”

When Nie Feng heard Li Chang's words, his heart was shocked. In his limbs and bones, it seemed that an inexplicable power suddenly increased. He knew that this was the negative power of the power of the heavens. If you deal with princes and generals, you will never get this momentum.

The boy's heart moved, and he knew that the kind-hearted chief in front of him must have worried a lot about the affairs of the Du family. Chongwu was starving to death. I am afraid that the white cloth, paper money, and incense candles were all bought by the man in front of him with his own money. of.

At this moment, the sky in Chang'an was slowly darkening, Nie Feng quickly took out a silver ingot from his bosom, stuffed it in Li Chang's hand, and bowed to Chongwu again and again.

That day in Xiangyang City in the Southern Song Dynasty, he never felt such a gloomy mood. When the Tang Dynasty was still prosperous, there was already a gloomy and cold air wandering in the whole Chang'an and the empire.

"Let me go to Huangjue Temple once, Brother Li, you stay here with Brother Du, the deceased has passed away, so mourn!"

Nie Feng couldn't say any other words of consolation, he took out a few gold ingots from his pocket, carefully placed them on the Du's table, bowed his hands to everyone, and strode out of Huangjue Temple to ask for incense. .

Nie Feng strode out of Du's house, a gust of cool wind blew past the door, and seeing the children playing together not far from the Du's house, everyone had looks on their faces, but they kept laughing, Nie Feng sighed in his heart, he knew, In another two years, it may not be easy for the children here to survive [-]% out of [-]%.

There are many Taoist temples in Chang'an, and Huangjue Temple is very famous. Nie Feng asked people all the way, and in less than half an hour, he came to the temple.

(End of this chapter)