Journey to the West: I want to be sanctified

Chapter 329: An Inch of Light in the Sword's Eyes
"In the dream, you called me Shijun Cui, so I will.

Hahaha, Shijun Cui, Shijun Cui, Shijun Cui, sounds very sweet!
You monk, you know the truth, why don't you drink a few cups with me! "

Cui Jue also knew that he was in a dream, so he got up wildly. Seeing that the monk was talking interestingly, he invited the monk to drink with him.

Unexpectedly, the monk shook his head, with a mocking look on his face, and said:

"Emissary Cui, you are really pathetic.

Now you can only be an envoy in your dream.

When you wake up, Huang Liang has a dream, and you have to face the cruel reality again, from the envoy in the dream to the county magistrate waking up.

I don't know, do you feel that the sea of ​​suffering is boundless?

The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, if you turn your head and stay on the shore, it is good and good! "

Cui Jue was furious, and suddenly felt that the monk in front of him was extremely hateful, and he even entertained himself.

"You monk, you are really rude! You entered my dream without authorization and said such sarcastic remarks. Could it be that you are deliberately looking for me for entertainment?
No matter how poor I am, Cui Jue, I am still a county magistrate. I have more than enough money in my family, and I have a lovely wife. In any case, I am better than being a monk! "

Cui Jue thought the monk was trying to persuade him to become a monk.

The monk shook his head and smiled:
"Emissary Cui, the time has not yet come. When the time is right, the poor monk will give you a great opportunity!"

"What chance?"

The monk did not answer, shook his head, then turned and left.

The monk's speech was confused and full of wit, Cui Jue was like an ant scratching his heart for a moment, wanting to know what the opportunity was, so he stepped forward to pull this monk!

He stretched out his hand and put it on the monk's shoulder. The monk turned his head, but it was a skull with will-o'-the-wisps in its eyes!

"what!"

A scream woke up the entire inn.

"Who, don't sleep, what are you shouting at night? Courting death!"

Swearing came from the next room.

Cui Jue sat on the bed blankly, looked at the dark room, then turned to look at the bright moon outside the window.

The bright moon hangs high, the water is as cool as night, and if you touch your forehead, it is full of sweat.

"This dream is really strange.

Did I really get dazed? I actually dreamed of a monk and had an addiction to envoys. "

Cui Jue felt that he was funny again, and now he was no longer sleepy. He got up and went to the table, lit the oil lamp, took out a booklet recording ancient cases, and began to study.

……

Cang County, a hundred miles away from Chang'an City, is a small county with a small population, but there are mountains and rivers, and the scenery is passable.

Cui Jue came to the Cangshan county government the next day, and did not neglect the general affairs because of dissatisfaction.

In the days that followed, he resolved cases like a god, and soon won the admiration of all officials in Cang County.

And the people in Cang County also know that there is a Cui Qingtian here!

Half a year later, Cui Jue stood beside the official road, quietly waiting for someone to come.

Not long after, three carriages appeared on the pipeline, rattling over.

Cui Jue looked at the sign on the carriage, and couldn't help showing a smile. The servant behind saw Cui Jue smiling for the first time, and couldn't help asking:

"Sir, who are you waiting for?"

Cui Jue said, "You will know in a while."

The carriage approached and stopped slowly.

A pleasant voice came from the carriage: "Master~~~"

With a charming voice, you don't need to meet to know that there is a beautiful girl sitting inside.

Cui Jue smiled and said, "Lady, you don't need to get out of the car, I'll come up, Lai Fu, go directly to the county government office."

After finishing speaking, Cui Jue got on the horse, and the servant sat next to the groom to guide the way.

"drive!"

The sound of hoofbeats.

As soon as Cui Jue entered the carriage, a warm and soft body rushed up, carrying a gust of fragrant wind, which made Cui Jue's heart sway.

"Yun Niang, thank you for your hard work."

Cui Jue hugged his lovely wife, filled with emotion.

"I haven't seen you for a year, and the master has lost a lot of weight."

With a trembling voice, Yunniang stretched out her fair fingers and stroked her lover's face.

Cui Jue looked at the woman in front of her, breathing like blue, with a blushing face, couldn't help but moved in her heart, and kissed her.

"Hmm~"

There was a strange panting sound in the carriage.

Yunniang broke away from Cui Jue's next move, and said shyly:
"My lord, I'm still on my way, we'll talk about it when I get home..."

Cui Jue laughed out loud when he heard the words, and felt that his wife was cute and charming, and the boredom of the past year had long since disappeared.

……

The backyard of the Cang County Yamen is a courtyard with three entrances. The area is not small, with mountains and water, and the front yard and back yard are clearly defined.

In the past, Cui Jue lived alone with two servants, but now with a hostess and two maids, the whole house suddenly has a breath of life.

"Oh, sir, why did you scratch this painting here?"

Yunniang blushed when she saw a painting of beauties hanging on the bedroom wall.

The painting is one foot long, and on it is a delicate and charming girl, with affectionate eyebrows, very attractive, but it is exactly the same as Yunniang's appearance.

Next to it is a poem:

Mo Dao made up like a broken guest, with pink breasts and soft hands and white lotus fragrance.

There are three layers of green on the top of the smoke, and an inch of light in the sword's eyes.

The waist of the willow branch is softer than the dance, and the song is still long.

Although not like the granddaughter of the king, she loves Linqiong and sells Fu Lang.

The fragrance in Jinli is less than Peilan, and it is difficult for the king to occupy all the romance.

The window of Xiaomeng's dream is still dark, and the powder is not dry and the skin is sweaty.

Two faces Yaotao hair from the mirror, a look of spring water shone cold.

I regret that this place is not my land, so I can't look at it like a flower every year.

"Yunniang, it's lucky to have this painting to explain my lovesickness, otherwise, I wouldn't be in the mood to be an official here, your husband-in-law."

Listening to the love words of her beloved, Yunniang blushed, and took the initiative to hug Cui Jue.

"Sanggong, Yunniang also misses you very much~"

Cui Jue couldn't bear it any longer and hugged his lovely wife.

Immediately, the room was full of spring, and everything was silent.

……

In the ninth year of Wude in the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin launched the Xuanwumen Change, and killed Li Jiancheng and Li Yuanji.

The following year, he ascended the throne of God and changed his reign name to Zhenguan.

In the first year of Zhenguan, a distinguished guest came to Cang County, who was the current prime minister of the left: Wei Zheng.

Wei Zheng and Cui Jue had admired each other before and became confidantes, and they have been in constant communication for so many years.

This time Wei Zheng passed by Cang County and came to visit Cui Jue.

"Prime Minister Wei, the state affairs are busy, how do you have time to come here?" Cui Jue asked with a smile when he saw his old friend.

Wei Zheng took a sip of tea and said with a smile:
"I heard that County Magistrate Cui clearly judges right from wrong, rewards good and punishes evil, not only can control people, but also control animals.

The story of Cui Jue breaking the tiger is now famous all over the world! "

What Wei Zheng said about "Cui Jue Breaking the Tiger" was a strange event that happened a few years ago.

At that time, an old lady from Cang County came to the county government to complain, saying that a tiger ate her son on the west mountain of Cang County, and asked the county magistrate to decide.

Cui Jue then sent someone to catch the tiger and came back. He sat in the lobby and interrogated the tiger:

"You should be punished for eating Granny Wang's son, but if you punish him without teaching, I forgive you for not accepting it.

You don't understand human affairs. Are you convinced that this official will judge you to support Granny Wang in the future? "

　Mo Dao made up like a broken guest, with pink breasts and soft hands and white lotus fragrance.

　　There are three layers of green on the top of the smoke, and an inch of light in the sword's eyes.

　　The waist of the willow branch is softer than the dance, and the song is still long.

　　Although not like the granddaughter of the king, she loves Linqiong and sells Fu Lang.

　　The fragrance in Jinli is less than Peilan, and it is difficult for the king to occupy all the romance.

　　The window of Xiaomeng's dream is still dark, and the powder is not dry and the skin is sweaty.

　　Two faces Yaotao hair from the mirror, a look of spring water shone cold.

　　I regret that this place is not my land, so I can't look at it like a flower every year.

　　The author is Cui Jue, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, not from the Zhenguan period. The novel is not history, readers forgive me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)