Therefore, during this period of seclusion, he prepared the content of his debate for his first performance on stage.
A debate between 'Cui Xian' and 'Jia Shao'.
A debate between the 'old' and the 'new'.
A debate of 'destruction' and 'establishment'.
Upon learning that Jia Shao was leaving the country and heading for Kaifeng, two government officials, Zhao Heng and Qi Dongliang, came in person to see him off.
Before leaving.
Zhao Heng exclaimed: "Sir, you really made a brilliant move! Although you have offended Dongnan, Elder Chen appreciates you even more, so he suppressed Dongnan and prevented them from taking revenge on you."
"Sir, you are now planning to attack Cui Xian. That's great! As long as you cut off Cui Xian's path to becoming a leader in the literary world, Elder Chen will definitely protect you to the end! You don't have to worry about the southeast."
Ah this.
Cui Xian looked strange, and did not respond to the conversation. He just asked in confusion, "Mr. Chen?"
Chen Bing is now unemployed at home, so logically, he cannot be called "Mr. Chen".
Zhao Heng smiled and said, "Sir, you may not know this yet, but just half a month ago, His Majesty summoned Chen Ge Lao back to the capital and granted him permission to rejoin the cabinet."
Cui Xian's eyes showed a shadow, and he smiled calmly: "I see."
"My two lords, there is no need to see me off. We will meet again later."
After saying that.
Cui Xian got on the carriage, and then slowly left Luoyang City under the eager gaze of Qi Dongliang and Zhao Heng.
Zhao Heng said happily, "See you next time. Mr. Jia Shao must have become famous all over the world and held a high position. He may have taken over the position of Mr. Chen. This official can be regarded as paying respects to the mountain gate in advance."
Qi Dongliang curled his lips: "Really? I don't think so."
Zhao Heng was furious: "You are a dog that can't spit out ivory. If you hadn't been so shameless, how could you have gotten close to Mr. Jia Shao?"
Qi Dongliang rolled his eyes.
Not to mention the two Luoyang officials who "fought" again.
Two days later.
It was approaching noon.
The hot summer breeze, carrying the unique earthy smell of the Yellow River vapor, blows over the majestic Nanxun Gate of Kaifeng Prefecture.
Cui Xian sat in the carriage, opened a gap in the curtain and looked up.
The tower is tall, with mottled blue bricks, and the word "Kaifeng" on the battlements glows with a rich luster in the sun.
The Nanxun Gate was wide open, with people and cars flowing in and the noisy sound was overwhelming.
Once we entered the city, the noise suddenly increased several times.
The Imperial Street is exceptionally wide, and the bluestone pavement is polished smooth by countless ruts and footprints.
There are rows of shops on both sides with tall signboards.
Outside a restaurant, a waiter was scooping out newly brewed wine from a wine jar with a long-handled wooden spoon. The rich aroma of the wine mixed with the steaming hot air attracted several porters to gather at the door and drink from rough bowls.
In addition, there are silk shops, incense shops, teahouses... wherever you look, you can see the bustling market.
The carriage moved slowly along the Imperial Street.
On the roadside, an old farmer with a loud voice was selling seasonal fresh fruits on his shoulder.
The artist carrying a straw target filled with candied haws and blowing sugar figures attracted a group of eager children.
The poor scholar who was writing letters for an old woman was leaning over a simple desk, pondering the words for her.
A scholar wearing a square scarf, a merchant with a headscarf, a porter in a short brown shirt, a woman with a straw hairpin and a cloth skirt, children laughing and chasing each other...all kinds of people appeared briefly outside the carriage window one by one, and then quickly retreated.
All of this, like a long scroll of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" with rich colors and full of the flavor of fireworks, slowly unfolded in front of Cui Xian.
And here is the thoroughfare of eight provinces, the capital of the Central Plains, the thousand-year-old capital, the majestic Bianliang——
Kaifeng.
Since coming to this world, Cui Xian has become famous in Nanyang. He has passed through Mengjin and Luoyang, and today he has finally arrived at the most magnificent and prosperous city in the Central Plains.
He wanted to ignite new ideas in this city and set off a literary storm that would question Confucian classics and inquire into the origin of the divine heart.
In other words, this is his place of 'preaching'.
So, he fell in love with this city at first sight.
I think it would be the same if I came to Kaifeng to see him.
But the next moment.
Then I saw two groups of scholars outside the carriage, arguing with each other in a teahouse.
A group of people shouted: "Cui Xian? You have already run out of ideas!"
Another group of people fired back: "Jia Shao? A man who seeks fame and reputation!"
Cui Xian (Jia Shao):?
Then I leave?
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