However, Lu Bu kept insisting that he had nothing on his mind. Fei Qian and Zhang Liao saw that he refused to say anything. It was useless to ask and it was hard to force him, so they just let him go.
Bingzhou is poor, Bingzhou has few people, small land, and deep ethnic conflicts...
Feiqian all knows this, but the advantage Bingzhou has over any other state is that there are fewer gentry in Bingzhou! Years of border wars have caused many gentry to move inward, so the number of gentry in Bingzhou decreases as you look northward.
Fei Qian said: "When I first came from Luoyang to Jingxiang, I thought that with the rich land of Jingxiang and the many outstanding nobles and nobles, they would always be able to find their own place and be able to express their ambitions. But when I really arrived in Jingxiang
Only then did I realize that a lot of things can’t be accomplished just by thinking about it. I still need others to think about it..."
"Although Bingzhou is barren, it is relatively simple..." Fei Qian said.
Everyone has their own ideas, but what they also like to do most is to put their own ideas on other people's heads, telling you that this won't work and you should do this, and where it won't work and you should do that, it's like layer upon layer.
The tangled spider silk becomes annoying and eventually binds your fists and feet.
Lu Bu saw that Fei Qian was determined to go to Bingzhou, so he didn't say anything more. Instead, he slapped his thigh, stood up, fetched a ring-head knife, put it on Fei Qian's desk, and said: "
This is the sword that someone used in Bingzhou and gave it to his virtuous brother. When he went to Wuyuan, Yunzhong, Yanmen, Shuofang and other places, I, Lu Bu and Lu Fengxian, still had some reputation..."
After Lu Bu finished speaking, without waiting for Fei Qian to express his gratitude, he ran back to pick up a few jugs of wine and said, "Since Ziyuan has made up his mind to leave, let's put it into practice today! Come on, one person, one jug, and drink.
There's more! Haha..." After saying that, he took the lead in drinking wine, making it clear that he would not stop until he was drunk today.
Fei Qian was a little helpless. Although it was an unexpected blessing to get a sword from Lu Bu, why did he have to have a drinking contest with Lu Bu every time he left Luoyang?
Zhang Liao also smiled, brought a bowl of wine over, touched it with Fei Qian, and said: "Boping is leading the troops outside, so it is necessary for him to come and practice for you. Besides, when Ziyuan goes to Bingzhou, it will be difficult if he doesn't know how to drink...
…”
Yes, drink.
Although Lu Bu had a tough talk, he was obviously still worried. He said he was doing it for Fei Qian, but in fact he drank the most. After a while, he was already a little drunk...
Suddenly, Lu Bu gently tapped the table with his hand and sang a song. His rough voice was strong and loud, but he seemed to be using the dialect of the Bingzhou generation. Although Fei Qian thought the singing was pretty good,
But I couldn't understand a single word.
Zhang Liao came over and whispered: "I'm afraid Wen Hou has someone he likes... This song is a local love song in Jiuyuan..."
Lu Bu? The one you like? Diao Chan?
Fei Qian was startled, is there really Diao Chan? He thought there was no such person! Do you want to remind Lu Bu? After all, Lu Bu is still very kind to him no matter what.
But if I say it, let alone whether Lu Bu will listen or not, I can't even explain it myself...
Lu Bu hasn't said a word until now!
After thinking about it, Fei Qian and Zhang Liao whispered: "Brother Wen Yuan, if you have the opportunity, please advise Wen Hou... After all, with the current status of Wen Hou, there are not many women who can still be in such trouble..."
Zhang Liao was stunned and nodded silently.
Lu Buha, there's only so much I can do, but even if you and Diao Chan are really like that, apart from adding a new insult, it seems, well, probably, it's still okay...
× × × × × × × × × ×
Cai Yan walked into the study with a stack of paper in his arms, put the paper in his arms on Cai Yong's desk, and said: "Father, there are only so many geographical records about Bingzhou that I can remember...
It’s strange that junior brother packed up the letters and took them away…”
Cai Yong ignored Cai Yan's complaint, but put down his pen, picked up the paper, looked through it, and said, "Zhongping will be gone after four years?"
Cai Yan said "hmm" and then turned to Cai Yong's side. He stretched out his head and curiously looked at what his father was writing, and replied: "It seems that there has been no report after four years of Zhongping...Father
Sir, are you writing a memorial?"
Cai Yong looked at the topography of Bingzhou that Cai Yan had written silently, and responded casually: "Yes, Ziyuan's assimilation strategy has some merits. My father wants to write it down and report it to the court..."
Cai Yan looked at the half-written memorial by Cai Yong, frowned as he looked at it, and said with some hesitation: "Father, who is this memorial... intended for?"
"Of course it is written to heaven..." Cai Yong said halfway, but suddenly raised his head and froze.
If it is for the emperor, and the emperor is only ten years old, whether he can read it and understand it, and whether this memorial can reach the emperor's hands is another problem.
If it was for Dong Zhuo, Dong Zhuo would naturally understand it and there would be no problem with it. But would Dong Zhuo, as the Prime Minister, be interested in this memorial? Obviously not. After all, nothing is as big as moving the capital at the moment.
So who is it for?
After much thought, Cai Yong sighed slightly, picked up the pen and continued writing, and then said slowly: "When I finish writing, you will make a copy of this memorial, and send it to someone along with these Bingzhou geographical records.
Give it to Ziyuan..."
"Oh." Cai Yan responded, and did not wait for Cai Yong to finish writing. Instead, he went to the side, pulled out a piece of paper, picked up a small piece of paper, dipped it twice in the ink pool, and drew what he had just seen.
Cai Yong's memorial was written silently like this...
Cai Yong wrote stroke by stroke, vigorously and powerfully. Although he did not write slowly, he still had to think about the choice of words, so he could not write faster. In comparison, Cai Yan's writing was as fast as flying.
, although it is fast, the words are elegant and delicate, with a spirit of agility...
After Cai Yan wrote a paragraph, he ran to Cai Yong for a few glances, and then came back to continue writing silently. In the end, the two of them finished writing together in almost the same time.
Cai Yong laughed and asked: "Yan'er, have you finished writing too? You didn't even read what I wrote in the last paragraph."
Cai Yan wrinkled his nose and said disdainfully: "The last paragraph of each memorial is almost the same. You don't need to read it. Well, if you don't believe me, father, take a look for yourself. Is there any difference?"
Cai Yong came over and took a look, and found that except for a few different words, there was not much difference in meaning or overall cohesion. He couldn't help twirling his beard and laughing loudly: "My son is really smart.
, it’s really almost the same!”
"That's natural!" Cai Yan was happy to receive praise from his father and said with a sweet smile.
Cai Yong smiled on his face, but sighed in his heart, Emperor Han, there is only so much I can do. Although you may not be able to see this memorial, as a minister, I still have to write it...
Cao Cao entered the city and sat on the White Gate Tower with Liu Xuande. The soldiers tied Lu Bu into a ball with ropes and brought them together.
Lu Bu shouted: You attack me with more people, what kind of heroes do you think you are?
Liu Bei sneered: Why bother to follow the rules of the world when dealing with a despicable villain like you?
Zhang Feibao glared: Brother, let me kill this despicable villain to pay homage to the spirit of the soldier who died in the battle.
Cao Cao waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet: Lu Fengxian, as long as you hand over the Chrysanthemum Book, I will spare your life.
Lu Bu sneered and said: "What's so difficult about wanting the Chrysanthemum Book? I'm afraid that you and others won't dare to practice it."
Cao Cao laughed: There is nothing in this world that Cao Mengde would not dare to do without me.
Cao Ren took the book from Lu Bu's bag and saw eight big characters written on the title page: If you want to practice this skill, you must first leave the palace.
