The first-class concubine of the Song Dynasty

Chapter 493 Inferiority Feeling

The next day, the rain gradually subsided, and there was a feeling of fine weather. It had been raining for several days and was finally about to leave.

This made people in the capital smile for a long time. After all, it rained heavily for many days, which delayed everyone's work. If it rains, you can't work, and if you can't work, you can't make ends meet.

And in such an afternoon when the rain was getting lighter, Liu Wei ran directly to Shangzhou City with the prepared people.

Liu Wei was an imperial envoy, so naturally there was an imperial envoy's guard of honor, and besides that, he also brought five hundred imperial guards with him to ensure the safety of the journey.

When Liu Wei came to the city gate with soldiers and horses, he ran into Pan Weiji who was already waiting.

In a few years, Pan Weiji had shed the youthfulness of the past, and now it seemed that apart from being handsome, there was also a trace of calmness.

When the two met at the city gate, they both smiled slightly, as if the two of them hadn't experienced any unhappiness. Both of them were people with a fortune in the city, so naturally they wouldn't reveal any thoughts in their hearts when they met.

"Mr. Pan is a capable person. After going to Shangzhou this time, I have to rely on Mr. Pan for many things."

Liu Wei said it casually, just like two good friends chatting about family affairs, and Pan Weiji also laughed quickly: "There, there, if you want to talk about your skills, ten of you are not the opponent of Liu's son-in-law, so everything in Shangzhou Listen to Master Liu's arrangement."

The two of them boasted so superficially, but everyone knew that they were trying to shirk their responsibilities. The affairs of Shangzhou were not easy to deal with. It seems that it is impossible for him to make a mess.

After saying a few words like this, Liu Wei suddenly became extremely indifferent. After getting into the carriage, he ignored Pan Weiji and ordered people to go out of the city and head towards Shangzhou.

Pan Weiji didn't care about Liu Wei's reaction. He and Liu Wei had always been at odds. No matter what Liu Wei did, it was impossible to affect his opinion of Liu Wei. Therefore, after Liu Wei got into the carriage, , he immediately got into the carriage and ordered people to follow closely behind.

Shangzhou is only more than ten days away from Kaifeng, the capital city, so it is not particularly difficult for Liu Wei and the others.

It's just light rain, and there are many muddy roads along the way, and soldiers are often required to push the carriage behind. Come, Xiang is going to the capital to take refuge.

This is a tradition left by China for thousands of years.

A tree moves the dead and the living.

If a place makes them unable to survive, the most common choice they make is to migrate. In Chinese history, there have been many such migrations, and every major migration is accompanied by disasters.

Therefore, although migration can enrich and integrate some cultures, no one wants such a large migration to happen.

There were many refugees along the way, and most of them supported each other, hoping to rush to a place where they could survive before starving to death. Liu Wei and the others did not bring much food, but they still chose to distribute part of the food to the refugees.

After walking like this for a few days, the weather finally cleared up, and at noon, the sun was even more vicious, making people feel that they were about to be evaporated.

But even so, everyone still liked the long-lost sunshine, so that even though they stood under the sun and were exposed to the sun, they were still very excited.

The long-lost sunshine put everyone in a good mood, and Liu Wei was no exception.

So at noon that day, Liu Wei specially invited Zhuge Pi to have dinner with him.

As imperial envoys, their food is still very rich. In addition, there are several jars of good wine from the Liu family winery specially brought by Liu Wei. After you and I had a drink at the Liu Family Winery, we haven't sat together for a drink, have we?"

Pan Weiji smiled and nodded: "Since that time, Mr. Liu has been promoted step by step, but I have no chance to drink with you at the same table."

"Mr. Pan was joking, come, please taste the new wine from my Liu family winery."

Pan Weiji took a sip, then praised: "Good wine."

Liu Wei nodded: "It's indeed good wine, but there is wine but no poems. It's inevitable that we are suspected of being arty. Why don't you write one or two poems or lyrics by Mr. Pan?"

"This……"

Pan Weiji smiled bitterly. When it comes to writing poems and lyrics, who can compare to Liu Wei? Now Liu Wei wants him to write poems and lyrics, what is his intention?

"Why, Mr. Pan is still embarrassed in front of my lord?"

"There, Mr. Liu was joking. Since Mr. Liu is invited, I will write one or two poems."

Although the two parties knew each other well, on the surface Liu Wei didn't know how many ranks he was older than Pan Weiji. In the officialdom, a senior official crushed people to death. If Liu Wei wanted Pan Weiji to write poems and lyrics, it was no different from an order.

Pan Weiji naturally understood this truth, so he had to compose one or two poems. Of course, he didn't dare to hide it from Liu Wei, and the poems he wrote were all of his own highest level.

It's just that Pan Weiji's highest level is nothing more than that in Liu Wei's opinion.

Therefore, after Pan Weiji finished writing one or two poems, Liu Wei suddenly smiled: "Listening to Mr. Pan's poems and lyrics made me feel a little itchy. If so, let me write two poems."

At this time, Pan Weiji finally understood Liu Wei's intention. It turned out that Liu Wei wanted to embarrass himself in poetry, but although he understood Liu Wei's purpose, he did not dare to raise objections. Not only that, he also said with a smile : "Master Liu has a unique talent, your poems will definitely be passed down forever."

Faced with Pan Weiji's praise, Liu Wei was not humble this time, but nodded proudly in agreement, and immediately recited two poems:

Poetry:

The world has been thin like yarn for years, who made the horse rider Jinghua.

Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, and Shenxiang sold apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty.

Dwarf paper lays in a sloping row for grass, and fine windows divide the tea into tea.

Su Yi couldn't help but sigh, and she could arrive home as if she was Qingming.

The word says:

Drunk farewell to the west building, wake up and forget, spring dreams and autumn clouds, it's so easy to get together and part.

The slanting moon and half window still sleep less, and the painting screen shows Wu Shancui leisurely.

The wine marks on the clothes and the words in the poems are always desolate.

Red Candle felt sorry for herself and had no choice but Ye Hankong wept for others.

These two poems have nothing to do with their circumstances, but they are definitely good poems and words, good enough to be passed down through the ages.

Rao Pan Weiji, who hates Liu Weixin, has to praise Liu Wei's two poems as excellent, and when he thinks this way, he can't help but feel unhappy, Liu Wei is so talented, and he I can't compare to him in my life.

A spontaneous sense of inferiority came out, just like the mood he had when he suddenly asked Li Shengnan that day whether he would never be Liu Wei's opponent.

And when Liu Wei saw that Pan Weiji showed a little inferiority complex, a slight smile finally appeared on the corner of his mouth. In fact, his purpose today was to make Pan Weiji feel inferior.

(End of this chapter)