Summary of the previous chapter: Mao Gang knows the trick that Cao Zhi brought out best. After Ma Xiaoquan asked Mao Gang about the specific process of Cao Zhi's crime, Ma Xiaoquan still decided to lend a hand. However, Ma Xiaoquan did not care about his apprentice Mao Gang's calculations.
Know......
Ma Xiaoquan did not go directly to find Cao Zhi's friends, but asked Mao Gang to help them get to know them first.
Cao Zhi has many friends, and most of them are people with some literary talents. As the saying goes, butyrate and butyrate are sour, and this sentence is absolutely correct.
These people rely on their own literary talents, and they often get together to either criticize today's society, or to compliment each other on how good you are and how good I am, and then you and I will compose a few poems and songs.
Yes, of course, the most important thing is to get to know two high-ranking officials who are like-minded in the government. Why? These high-ranking officials have to foot the bill for drinking and dining, otherwise there would be so much free time.
Because Cao Zhi is the son of Prime Minister Cao, he does have literary talent. Moreover, Cao Zhi is a forthright man and generous with money. Over time, he becomes the leader of this gang of sour men. Of course, do the sour men really admire Cao Zhi or just want to enjoy themselves?
Ma Xiaoquan didn't know what he was talking about. But the person named Ying Jue standing in front of him was obviously playing a big role with Ma Xiaoquan.
Ying Jun, courtesy name Delian, was a native of Nanton County. He was good at writing poems. He was currently serving as a literary officer in the General's Office, where he was in charge of proofreading classics and serving articles.
Ma Xiaoquan obtained basic information about Ying Jie from the data device inside his body. However, because Ying Jie was not that famous in history, there were relatively few descriptions of Ying Jie in the data device.
However... as one of the Seven Sons of Jian'an, who is as famous as Kong Rong, Chen Lin, Wang Can, Xu Qian, Ruan Yu, and Liu Zhen, Ying Jue does have his own merits.
"Are you Ma Xiaoquan?" Ying Jue raised her eyebrows and looked at the purple-haired man in front of her.
Ma Xiaoquan nodded slightly: "Yes, you are Ying Jun, I have admired you for a long time, haha..."
"Humph," Ying Jue snorted coldly, "I have nothing to do with you and I don't know you. What do you want from me?"
Beside him, Mao Gang coughed twice in embarrassment and said politely: "Mr. Delian, you see you are out of sight now. My master wants to meet you because he has admired you for a long time."
Ying Jun turned his head and glanced at Mao Gang, his expression immediately softened, and said: "Detong Mao Gang's words, it's not that I mean to make things difficult, it's just that you and I are really not familiar with your master..."
Ma Xiaoquan curled his lips, feeling a little uncomfortable.
Damn it, if I hadn't promised Mrs. Bian to help Cao Zhi, who would want to see you bunch of sour Dings.
Mao Gang chuckled: "That's why Master wants to meet you and have a chat with you."
Ying Jun hummed, and when he turned his face again, his expression was much kinder.
"Haha, I don't know what the name of Mr. Hou is..."
Ma Xiaoquan was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said: "I am not from here, so I don't have any words. If De Lian doesn't mind, you can call me Marquis, or you can call me Master Shangxian."
Ying Ju curled her lips, not even saying a word in her heart, but on the surface she smiled and nodded.
Seeing Ying Jian's expression, how could Ma Xiaoquan not know what the other person was thinking.
If you want to get along with such a person, you have to show some ability that makes others respect you.
Once he made up his mind, Ma Xiaoquan immediately secretly started running the data device in his body and memorized a few poems temporarily.
"I have heard for a long time that De Lian is an excellent compositor, but I am not very talented. It has been more than 20 years since I came down from the mountain. Occasionally, I suddenly had a sudden idea and wrote one or two short poems. I was suffering from no one to give guidance, so I asked my disciple Mao Gang to ask for it.
Lord Delian, please listen and give me some advice..."
"Oh?" Ying Jue raised her eyebrows, "Does the Marquis also compose poems?"
Ma Xiaoquan nodded: "I have dabbled in poetry, lyrics, and songs, but because I dabbled in a wide range of topics, I am not very proficient in them. I am far behind De Lian."
Ma Xiaoquan spoke very modestly, which was very useful to a sour Ding like Ying Jue.
What literati like most is to compliment each other, especially the practice of inadvertently belittling oneself and promoting the other person, which is very popular among literati.
After hearing Ma Xiaoquan's words, Ying Jun narrowed her eyes and said with a smile: "Master Hou is too polite. If Master Hou is interested, you might as well talk about it..."
Ma Xiaoquan hummed and said to himself, just wait, I will recite the Fu of other great people to you, so that you, old guy, can study hard.
"This is my first poem...I named it Chibi Fu..."
Just as Ma Xiaoquan was about to recite the data from the device, Ying Jun interrupted: "Chibi Fu? Did the Marquis ever participate in the Battle of Chibi?"
Ma Xiaoquan nodded: "Slightly involved, haha..."
Upon hearing this, Ying Jun felt a sense of respect in his heart, and he made a polite gesture of invitation.
Ma Xiaoquan coughed twice and said calmly: "In the autumn of Renxu, in the seventh month, Quan Zhe and his guests went boating under the red cliff. The breeze came slowly, and the water was calm. I drank wine with the guests and recited the poem of the bright moon.
, the chapter of a graceful song. A short while ago, the moon rose above the east mountain, wandering among the bullfights. White dew crossed the river, and the water light touched the sky. As far as Yiwei knew, the vast expanse was at a loss. It was as vast as Feng Xu Yufeng,
And I don’t know where I’m going; I’m fluttering as if I’m left alone in the world, emerging as an immortal and ascending to immortality…”
After Ma Xiaoquan recited this, he felt a little thirsty. He stopped and picked up a cup of tea and took a sip.
Putting down the teacup, Ma Xiaoquan glanced sideways at Ying Jue and was startled.
At this time, Ying Jue actually had a big mouth and dull eyes, looking incredible.
"What's wrong?" Ma Xiaoquan asked Ying Jue.
Ying Jun came back to his senses and said respectfully: "I am really blind. I never thought that Lord Marquis, oh no, Lord Shangxian... Lord Shangxian could have such literary talent. The complete person in this poem,
It must be Lord Shangxian, disrespectful, so disrespectful..."
Ying Jun said and bowed respectfully to Ma Xiaoquan.
Ma Xiaoquan blushed a little. He deserved Ying Jian's bow. This poem was not written by him, but was taken out from the document device and reflected on his back. The original author of this Chibi poem is none other than
The famous Su Shi. Besides, the poem was originally supposed to read "Su Zi and his guests were boating under Red Cliff", but Ma Xiaoquan privately changed "Su Zi" to "Quan Zhe".
"Lord Immortal, this gift...isn't it finished yet?"
Ma Xiaoquan nodded and continued to memorize the rest.
Ying Jun kept shaking his head while listening, completely immersed in the Red Cliff poem.
After a long time, Ying Jun came back to his senses from the artistic conception of the poem. At this time, Ma Xiaoquan discovered that Ying Jun had already burst into tears.
Ma Xiaoquan was a little depressed. Isn't it just a poem? Is there any need to be so excited?
Ying Jun choked up a few times, wiped the tears on his face, and said excitedly: "Master Shangxian...can you...can you...
."
Ma Xiaoquan shook his head: "Haha, De Lian, speak slowly, speak slowly..."
Ma Xiaoquan winked at Mao Gang, and Mao Gang understood, and quickly stepped forward to support Ying Jun, and helped him sit down.
After drinking a cup of tea, Ying Jue finally came back to her senses, raised her head and looked at the young face in front of her, at the man with purple hair... At this moment, Ying Jue unexpectedly
A feeling of jealousy arose.
"Haha..." Ying Jue is no longer young, and has long passed the competitive age. At his age, he should not have any jealousy anymore, but after listening to the song recited by Ma Xiaoquan
After the gift, Ying Jian was no longer calm.
"Master Immortal, can you write this poem..."
"Write it out?" Ma Xiaoquan was a little dumbfounded. If you said it was written by himself, then he would have written it. But this was written by Su Shi and Su Dada. If he wrote it down, wouldn't history change?
"Haha...De Lian, there is no need to write it down. I just improvised it, leaving nothing behind..."
Ying Jue was a little regretful, but he could figure it out. He was also an official in the court and had heard anecdotes about Master Shangxian. Master Shangxian had a principle of not participating in the world's disputes. Everyone knew this.
, in this case, then Master Shangxian must also have the principle of not leaving any works.
Thinking of this, Ying Jue no longer struggled.
Seeing Ying Jue's gradually recovering expression, Ma Xiaoquan took advantage of the hot iron and asked: "De Lian, actually, I've invited you here this time. I have something to ask you..."
Ying Jun hummed, glanced at Mao Gang beside him, and asked, "Master Shangxian, do you want to ask about Cao Zhi?"
Ma Xiaoquan nodded: "Yes!"
Ying Jing said humbly: "I'm afraid it will be a bit difficult for Cao Zhi to handle this time, but since Master Shangxian wants to intervene in this matter, I think there must be a change. Master Shangxian, the matter is like this... The current situation is.
....."
As expected of Ying Jun, Ying Jun not only described the process of the incident to Ma Xiaoquan, but also told Ma Xiaoquan the subsequent development of the situation and some of his own insights.
Although Mao Gang reported what happened to Ma Xiaoquan in advance, when Ying Jun told it, the taste changed a bit. After all, Ying Jun was an official in the government, and his starting point for analyzing many things was very different from Mao Gang's, and the rationale was naturally different.
