Yu Xian lowered his eyes to the paper and said with a smile, "I have heard that Wang Zhongxuan has a special talent. When I saw him today, it was true. It's just that Zhongxuan is young and has a bright future. Why should he be so worried about trivial matters?
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When everyone heard this, they were all shocked and confused.
Wang Can's style of poetry is melancholy and lonely. He is worried about his family and his own future. Which of these two things can be regarded as a "little thing"?
The man in front of me has a very loud voice, and I don’t know where he comes from.
Then I heard the handsome man named Yu say, "It's okay, I'll give you a few words, it's not a waste of time for you and me to get to know each other."
Everyone looked at each other even more.
This guy...is planning to give Wang Can a poem?
Although everyone is young and talented, they feel they can't even compose poems in front of Wang Can. Who dares to give poems to Wang Can?
And after hearing this, in addition to giving poems, it actually also implies a reminder.
Yu Xian didn't care what everyone thought, and wrote directly, "Sitting and thinking sadly, I took my clothes and started to travel to the west. The trees bloomed with spring blossoms, and the clear ponds surged. There was a lonely mandarin duck among them, whining for a wife. I wish
Holding this bird, Tongji has a light boat. I want to return to my old way, but I look back but feel sad. The sad wind blows at my side, and Xihe has passed away and will not stay. The yin moistens all things, why should I fear that the beauty will not be Zhou? Who makes you think too much and let yourself do it?
Bear all kinds of worries."
Yu Xian has achieved success in physical training and is extremely stable in writing.
The character does not follow the font, it is like branches and vines climbing, like a tall tree, like flowers.
Yu Xian also used some "famous" methods, so the elegant and natural words were like gurgling water, instantly infiltrating the heart.
Everyone looked at it like a spring breeze.
When I think about it again, the sadness and sadness in the poetry are like thick air, making people unable to struggle.
Yu Xian started writing without hesitation, and he naturally pointed out the hills and valleys.
Within a square inch, the strokes of the pen are as sharp as a chip, the ball is like a coiled snake, and the words are laid out in a dead formation.
This poem was originally presented to Wang Can by Cao Zhi and Cao Zijian in history. It is almost equivalent to a mission item dedicated to killing Wang Can.
Wang Can is a talented and thoughtful person, and he immediately sympathizes with the sorrow and pathos in the poem.
He seemed to see that it was himself who was sitting upright and brooding. Looking back and forth, there was only the howling of the sad wind, and the sun was sinking, and the farther west the mountain became, the quieter it became.
Under Yu Xian's ingenious layout, the desire to die hidden in poetry quietly clung to Wang Can.
Wang Can became more and more immersed in his own world and couldn't get out. In a moment of worry and anger, he spit out a mouthful of blood.
This poem is entangled with Wang Can's destiny, so it is easy to sympathize with him.
Cui Zhouping, Meng Gongwei, Xin Pi, Du Xi, Zhao Yan, Fan Qin and others could not understand the beauty of it. They commented on the words and phrases and marveled at them. When they saw Wang Can react like this after reading it once, they were all shocked.
But after all, Wang Can is one of the few smart people in the world. After muttering to himself several times, he finally discovered the mystery behind it.
Yu Xian's death formation is extremely special, with a glimmer of life left and full of vitality.
When copying Cao Zhi's poem before, Yu Xian deliberately changed the sentence "I am willing to hold this bird, but unfortunately I have no light boat" to "I am willing to hold this bird, Tongji has a light boat."
This melancholy poem immediately seemed to quietly open a window, revealing the green grass outside to Wang Can.
With the blessing of the Death Formation, the breath of life hidden in the thread was like the last breath of fresh wind that kept Wang Can breathing, making him pursue it greedily.
The dull poetry seemed to come alive, tempting him.
——"What you see in front of you... is the man who came in a light boat to take you to the sea of suffering."
Wang Can felt the poetry, as if he was enlightened. He looked at Yu Xian and begged, "Please teach me, sir."
Yu Xian couldn't help but smile.
He made use of the sympathetic poems given to Wang Can by Cao Zijian, and used the famous artist's method of directly pointing out the original intention. Finally, he also used the trick of hiding the meaning of death in poetry.
These various methods complemented each other. To deal with Wang Can, a young man who was not very experienced in the world, it was almost as rough as pressing him down and pouring medicine.
Yu Xian looked at Wang Can and asked, "Yu said that this is just a trivial matter. I just don't know if you want to take responsibility or make a difference?"
Wang Can was puzzled when he heard this and asked quickly, "I don't know what it means to be responsible and what it means to make a difference?"
Yu Xian smiled and said, "The so-called responsibility... Since you are worried about the country, you should naturally do your part. I can write two letters for you, one to the current Situ Wang Yun, and ask him to help you in Situ
The mansion arranges for you to be trained for official positions such as long history, and you can appoint a prefect in the future. One letter..., give it to Dong Bai, Marquis of Xi, and ask her to appoint you as a Langguan in the court. When you have more experience, if you are nine
If you have a vacancy, you may be lucky enough to make up for it."
As soon as Yu Xian said these words, Wang Can said "Ah" in surprise.
For Wang Can, he even dared to be Dong Zhuo's Huangmen servant, so how could he care about the identities of Wang Yun and Dong Bai?
What hurt him before was that the general He Jin, whom his family relied on, died, and the Han Dynasty court also experienced a major change of blood during the Dong Zhuo Rebellion. There was no hole in the inner circle of the court that he could squeeze into.
In the Eastern Han Dynasty, an era dominated by the imperial examination system, ordinary people had no channels to become officials.
The three ministers and the nine ministers all tacitly recommended each other and supported their descendants, firmly guarding the inner circle of power, and outsiders had no chance to intervene.
How did the Yuan family of the Fourth Generation and Three Dukes come? How did half the world's disciples and old officials come? How did Cui Zhouping's tiger generals, generals, and prefects come?
What's more, how did Wang Can's own father's general, Shi, come to be?
This kind of class solidification was originally Wang Can's help, but with He Jin's defeat, all the Wang family's bets were in vain. After being eliminated from the circle, this class solidification became Wang Can's most desperate and difficult ceiling to fight against.
Even if he relied on his family to serve as a local official in the future, he would just be sinking into subordinates and wasting his time, unable to realize his political ambitions at all.
This kind of future can be seen at a glance. The smarter and sober Wang Can is, the more desperate he becomes.
Moreover, after Wang Can came into contact with many children of aristocratic families at Yingchuan Academy, he heard extremely unfavorable news.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! It is said that some aristocratic families, seeing that the situation in the court has gradually stabilized, plan to promote a policy to classify people by assessing family status.
From now on, figures like Dong Zhuo and Gongsun Zan will no longer cause unnecessary trouble to the aristocratic families.
In the eyes of these aristocratic families, those competing heroes are nothing more than a group of greedy lackeys.
What's the point of fighting for territory in three or five counties?
As long as these aristocratic families unite to form a clan system and then intermarry with each other, they can control the core of power.
As long as this system is completed, the final winner will be happy to participate and become a part of them.
If the winner refuses, that's okay, they can replace it with another one. The winner needs to conquer the whole world, and they only need to conquer the winner's court.
Compared with the arduous conquests in the north and south, they only need a short sword or a coup that lasts from sunrise to dusk.
The world only saw those heroes, beating drums with their hands, fighting in the smoke, bleeding and floating in the oars, and corpses scattered in the fields. They thought they were the heroes of the world, but no one realized that the killings of thousands and hundreds of people, tens of thousands and tens of thousands
Homelessness is so insignificant in front of these scholar-bureaucrats who sit and talk about Taoism.
They spoke harmoniously, bowed, and penned the fate of tens of millions of people around the world, as well as their children and grandchildren.
If it had been before, Wang Can would definitely have raised his hands in approval. But now that the ceiling is pressing on his head, that's a shame.
Now, so many scholars who are slowly being marginalized gathered here to inquire about the trend before the heroes could reach a conclusion. Many of them even planned to compromise with Dong Zhuo's granddaughter, in order to try their best to keep their family status before the class was solidified.
Move forward.
Otherwise, when the world is settled, even an ordinary and famous family like them may not be able to achieve a class jump again.