The elite did not migrate south

Chapter 93 Gift to Zhong Hui

Zhong Hui had obviously dressed up carefully today.

He didn't even have the usual rebelliousness.

He looks like a very modest gentleman.

When he suddenly appeared at the banquet, everyone was a little surprised, including Cao Mao, who was confused about his purpose.

Zhong Hui looked at the many famous people in front of him, his eyes full of surprise.

Especially when he saw Ji Kang was also present, he could hardly hide his inner excitement.

There's something wrong with this guy.

When he appeared here, everyone quickly had different reactions.

Zhong Hui actually has a pretty good reputation.

Compared with Jia Chong and his ilk, he is much better.

Everyone stood up to greet him, but only Ruan Ji and Ji Kang remained unmoved.

Ruan Ji was cold to everyone, and Ji Kang was usually drunk. He dared to be so close to the emperor, so he was even more indifferent to Zhong Hui.

Zhong Hui returned the gifts to them one by one.

"Your Majesty said he wanted to gather the talented people in Luoyang. I was wondering what kind of talented people would attract His Majesty. Today I found out that it is you all."

"No wonder His Majesty personally hosted the banquet. Hahaha, having so many talented people gather in the Taiji Hall is truly a noble event!"

After Zhong Hui flattered him for a few words, Cao Mao stood up first.

"Oh, it's my fault! I almost forgot that there is a great sage like Zhong Jun in Luoyang!"

Cao Mao hurried forward, took Zhong Hui's hand, and asked him to sit down for the banquet.

Zhong Hui declined a few times, but still sat among the crowd with a smile, his eyes constantly drifting towards Ji Kang.

"Your Majesty, have you not composed any poem today?"

Zhong Hui asked.

Wang Rong smiled and said, "Since Lord Zhong has not come, Your Majesty has not written any poems. He is waiting for you to come!"

"Hahaha, your majesty's poem 'Empty City Sparrow' is truly astonishing and worthy of being passed down through the ages!"

Shan Tao warned: "Don't talk about this poem."

Zhong Hui waved his hand. "It's just poetry, what's wrong with that? It's a rare opportunity for us to get together today. If we don't talk about poetry and drink, wouldn't it be a waste?"

Zhong Hui directly integrated himself into these celebrities, and yes, he himself was also a celebrity.

Except for a few individuals, the other celebrities were very polite to him.

Cao Mao narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

Zhong Hui continued to talk about Cao Mao's poem, "Your Majesty, with so many talented people gathered here today, why don't you write another poem?"

Cao Mao looked at Zhong Hui, was silent for a moment, and asked, "Does Zhong Jun really want me to write a poem?"

"That's natural!"

"Your Majesty's literary talent is known to the world!"

"it is good!"

"Then I will write one!"

Cao Mao picked up the wine cup in front of him, drank it down with his head tilted back, and then looked into the distance.

Everyone suddenly quieted down and looked at the young emperor. Even Ji Kang opened his drunken eyes and looked at Cao Mao expectantly.

"The strong wind reveals the strong grass~~~"

"A loyal minister is known in times of crisis!!"

"How can a brave man know righteousness?"

“A wise man must be kind!!”

After Cao Mao finished writing a poem, the atmosphere suddenly became quiet. Only the drunk Sima Yan could not help clapping his hands and cheering.

"What a poem! What a poem!!"

"Your Majesty is so talented!"

The Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove looked a little strange and looked at each other in confusion.

This poem seems to be praising the wise ministers of the family, but when listening to it in today's circumstances, why does it always feel a bit ironic?

As Ruan Ji muttered these words, his expression suddenly became complicated and he clenched his fists.

The drunkenness on Ji Kang's face seemed to have disappeared, and his face was stern and his expression was equally ugly.

Zhong Hui looked straight at Cao Mao with a confused look in his eyes.

"His martial arts are comparable to Taizu, and his literary skills are comparable to Chen Si."

"Good!!!" Zhong Hui suddenly clapped his hands, startling Sima Yan. He suddenly woke up and looked around suspiciously, "What happened?"

Zhong Hui recited Cao Mao's poem over and over again, his face filled with excitement. "Your Majesty is truly gifted in writing! Such gifted writing!"

“Is this poem famous?”

Cao Mao smiled and said, "I present this poem to Mr. Zhong."

The Seven Sages remained silent again and presented Zhong Hui with a gift?

This is even more ironic, it is almost like pointing at Zhong Hui's nose and scolding him, a loyal minister. Zhong Hui???

But Zhong Hui seemed completely oblivious to the irony. He was overjoyed, truly delighted. He held Cao Mao's hand and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for the poem!"

"If I am to be remembered in history, it will surely be because of Your Majesty!"

Cao Mao clearly felt that there was something wrong with the way Zhong Hui looked at him. Normally he was always wary and disdainful, but today he showed some more admiration and appreciation.

Cao Mao was confused.

There's something wrong with you!
I just copied a poem, how could you bribe me?

If you like it, I will copy it for you every day and give you one song every day!
It is probably difficult to guess what Wen Qing is thinking. No matter what others think, Zhong Hui feels that he is worthy of His Majesty's praise in a poem, even though he just dragged Jia Chong before His Majesty and beheaded him a few days ago.
Although Zhong Hui was very active, the attitude of the Seven Sages was no longer as relaxed as before, and the atmosphere gradually became cold.

But Zhong Hui didn't care. He didn't even continue staring at Ji Kang. He held Cao Mao's hand and talked non-stop.

The banquet ended early because of Zhong Hui's reasons. Everyone was drunk, so Zhong Hui arranged a carriage for them to leave, including Sima Yan.

In the end, only Cao Mao and Zhong Hui were left in the palace.

Zhong Hui looked at Cao Mao with a complicated expression and said, "Your Majesty, the will of heaven cannot be violated. Those who follow it will survive. Your Majesty is so talented that you really shouldn't make mistakes. Please study hard and don't have any distractions."

The corner of Cao Mao's eye twitched.

Is this to persuade yourself to accept your fate?
Does he want to save his own life or just wait for death?

No matter which one it is, Cao Mao will certainly not give up resistance.

During these days, Cao Mao has gained a lot of favorability inside and outside the Taiji Hall. Occasionally, the soldiers will salute him when they see him.

Especially the eunuchs, they are particularly close to me.

Next, he would take the initiative to contact his uncle and see if he could break through the blockade in the Tai Chi Hall through him.

Of course, he also had to collude with the officials in the temple. He had many good policies that were "harmful to the country and the people", enough to cause a lot of trouble for Sima Zhao.

"Your Majesty, you have been hanging out with those eunuchs these days, which is very bad."

Zhong Hui shook his head in a sad tone, "You should be making friends with virtuous people like today, why would you be chatting with those eunuchs?"

"You can't go on like this. I will find you a good teacher. Starting tomorrow, you will continue your studies and stop wandering around."

Cao Mao was stunned. Looking for the teacher again?
Zhong Hui did not reveal any more and ordered Sima Hui to take His Majesty back to rest.

After coming out of the palace, Zhong Hui got on a carriage and ordered his troops to rush to another mansion in the city.

Sitting in the car, Zhong Hui was still reciting the poem he had just recited, with a smile on his face.

"Hahaha, strong winds reveal strong grass, and turbulent times reveal loyal ministers. Good poem, good poem...it was written just for me."

Zhong Hui was not going back to his own mansion. His destination was actually Wang Su's mansion.

When Zhong Hui's carriage arrived here, Wang Su had already been alarmed, and soon a young man came out to greet Zhong Hui.

This young man was tall and handsome. Zhong Hui naturally had a good attitude towards such a handsome man.

"Junfu, why are you the one to greet me? Didn't you say you were studying abroad?"

This person is Wang Kai, the fourth son of Wang Su.

Well, few people know about Wang Kai, but many people know about the historical competition for wealth between Wang Shi and Wang Shi.

In history, Wang Kai competed with Shi Chong, the son of General Fenwu Shi Bao, for wealth.

After dinner, Wang Kai washed the pot with sugar water, and Shi Chong used candles as firewood. Wang Kai made a purple silk curtain forty miles long, and Shi Chong made a brocade curtain for fifty miles long. Wang Kai used red ochre to paint the walls, and Shi Chong used pepper.

The two men's competition for wealth was reported to Sima Yan. The ministers thought they were too extravagant and hoped that Sima Yan could uphold justice.

Sima Yan felt that Shi Chong had indeed gone too far. How could he make his uncle lose face like that?

So Sima Yan secretly gave Wang Kai a two-foot-tall coral tree to help him win the battle of wealth. Unfortunately, Wang Kai still lost and was defeated by Shi Chong.

Then why was Shi Chong so rich?

The high-ranking official mentioned earlier who enjoyed robbing and killing merchants was Shi Chong, the protagonist of this show of wealth.

At this moment, Wang Kai had already begun to show his future character. He was dressed in gorgeous clothes, which were really eye-catching, as if he was afraid that others would not know that he was rich.

This outfit really caught Zhong Hui's eye.

How beautiful!

This is what the people of the Great Wei should do!
Zhong Hui held his head high and, accompanied by Wang Kai, swaggered into Wang Su's mansion.

(End of this chapter)