Rebirth of Lu Bu, the tyrant of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 257, Chapter 258, Cai Yong visits Lu Bu
When Lu Bu returned to the big tent, Tian Yu hurried over.

He said happily, "My lord, Cai Yong and Cai Zhonglang have come to visit and have been waiting in the side hall for a day."

Lu Bu took off his thick armor and said calmly, "Cai Yong, if it's for buying paper, you can make the decision yourself."

"It's Cai Yong from Yuxian County, Chenliu Commandery, Cai Bojie. This person is quite famous in Luoyang City. He came all the way here. If you have time, my lord, it's better to go and see him."

Cai Yong?

Lu Bu thought about it carefully, and seemed to have a little impression, "Does he have a daughter named Cai Wenji?"

Tian Yu frowned slightly, "I don't know about this, but Cai Zhonglang did bring a woman with him on this trip. She looks fifteen or sixteen years old and looks very beautiful."

Lu Bu was slightly happy, "I'll go see Cai Zhonglang after I change into my casual clothes."

Cai Yong, a great Confucian in the Han Dynasty, was a famous scholar in the Huanling period at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

He is also a rare generalist figure in the Han Dynasty and even in Chinese history. He is talented and knowledgeable. The prophecy, weft and so on are all well-known.

And when Dong Zhuo died, he was the only one who dared to collect the body of the Xiangguo who was reviled by thousands of people!
The courage to repay such kindness is admirable and admirable!
Of course, it is his daughter Cai Yan and Cai Wenji who are talked about most by later generations.

It's a pity that Cai Yan's fate in history was very tragic. When Dong Zhuo, Li Jue and others rebelled in Guanzhong, the Huns took the opportunity to plunder, and Cai Yan was abducted by the Huns Zuo Xianwang.

In the 11th year of Jian'an, Cao Cao loved literature and calligraphy, and often communicated with Cai Yan's father Cai Yong on literature and calligraphy.

Cao Cao saw that Cai Yong had no children, so he used a gold bi to redeem Cai Yan from the Huns and married Cai Yan to Dong Si.

It can be said that fate is very rough.

The sound of the zither came from outside the big tent, elegant and melodious, mixed with brisk voices.

Lu Bu dismissed the left and right, walked into the big tent slowly, and said with joy on his face, "Haha, the sound of this piano is really nice."

Cai Yong put down the bamboo slips in his hand, stood up, and said respectfully, "Cai Yong pays homage to Lu Wenhou".

Lu Bu quickly went up to greet him, "Haha, Cai Zhonglang is too polite, hurry up and sit down! Quickly sit down!".

Lu Bu glanced at the woman who was playing the piano, and saw that she was born with a beautiful appearance, with an indescribable purity and elegance, and her ten fingers were like white jade, stroking the strings.

The long black hair is as smooth as a waterfall, as soft as satin, her eyes are ethereal, and her lips are like cherry petals. She is indeed a stunning beauty in this world.

Lu Bu didn't dare to show off anymore, so he quickly retracted his eyes.

"Why does Cai Zhonglang come to our Youzhou when he is free?" Lu Bu said.

Cai Yong sighed lightly, and then said, "I think General Lu Bu is also a straightforward person, so I won't beat around the bush.

Cai Yong was ordered by Prime Minister Cao to help him make paper for the newspaper.

Originally, eight of the ten sheets of paper in the world were produced by my Cai's paper mill. The development of newspapers has also accelerated our production volume, and we are making money every day.

But recently, a Youzhou paper suddenly appeared. The price is very low, and the paper produced is very neat and the quality is very good.

I have looked at it before, and it is indeed much better than the paper produced by Cai's.

I don't know what method you use, so I came to visit specially?Hopefully it will improve our papermaking."

Lu Bu raised his hair and let out a long laugh, "Haha, if I told you about our papermaking skills, wouldn't it be a waste of our hard work."

Cai Yong sighed lightly, "This is the result of General Lu Bu's painstaking reformation, and no one will tell others for nothing.

I did not come here empty-handed."

With a wave of his right hand, two guards walked in slowly carrying a sandalwood box.

Cai Yong smiled and said, "General Lu Bu will be very happy to see him."

This made Lu Bu even more curious.

He took the sandalwood box and opened it slowly, only to see a sword laying quietly inside.

Cai Yong came over and said, "This sword is the Tai'a Sword, which is said to have been made by Ou Yezi and Gan Jiang.

It is the top ten famous swords among the top ten famous swords, and it is a sword of the majesty of the princes. The sword energy has long existed between the heaven and the earth, and only the power of the heart can inspire the power of the Tai'a sword. "

Tai Ah Jian!
Lu Bu had also heard about the reputation of the Ten Famous Swords before, but he did not expect Cai Yong to come up with Tai'a Sword, which was ranked fourth in the Top Ten Famous Swords, in order to obtain a plan after the improvement of papermaking technology.

However, compared with Lu Bu's advanced papermaking skills, there is still a gap.

Lu Bu closed his sword box and said softly, "Now paper is my way of making money, Lu Bu, how can I easily tell others about papermaking.

You should go back."

At this time, Cai Yan saw a poem written by Lu Bu with a wolf hair, which was the Qinyuanchun, Changsha written earlier.

Independence in the cold autumn, Xiangjiang River goes north, and Juzizhoutou.

Look at Wanshan red all over, and the forests are all dyed;

The eagle hits the sky, the fish is shallow, and the tens of thousands of frosts are free.

怅寥 ,, ask the vast land, who is up and down?

Bringing a hundred lovers for a trip, recalling the long and sturdy years of the past.

Just a young boy, Fenghua Zhengmao; book business gas, swaying Fang.

Pointing the country, enthusiastic writing, the dung soil was ten thousand households back then.

Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the stream, the waves stop the boat?

Cai Yan glanced around, her heart trembled slightly, and she exclaimed, "It's really a good poem, but the handwriting is not perfect."

Lu Bu took a look at the brush calligraphy he had written in a flying style, and it was indeed very ugly, "Ms. Cai Yan laughed."

A shocked expression appeared on Cai Yan's face, "This, is this your own word?".

Lu Bu paused for a moment, it seemed that he could only steal other people's poems to enhance his own value.

He said flatly, "Why, what's wrong with this poem."

Cai Yan blushed, and whispered, "There is nothing wrong with this poem, it's just that it's too good, so I felt it."

A heroic look flashed across Lu Bu's brows, "What are these poems worth?"

Cai Yan became more and more impressed by Lu Bu. He didn't expect that Lu Bu, as a commander, was so powerful in military force and also proficient in poetry.

Cai Yong also walked over and said very appreciatively, "I didn't realize that General Lu Bu has such accomplishments in poetry and poetry. You just said that this kind of poetry is nothing, but what better poetry is there?"

Lu Bu's eyebrows moved slightly, and he thought to himself, he has read three hundred Tang poems by heart, and he can chant even if he doesn't know how to compose poems.

Of course there is, but that is someone else's.

It seems that I need to use other people's poems to pretend to be myself.

Pretending to look modest, he said, "Lv Bu is just a rough man, even if there is one, how can he get into Cai Zhonglang's eyes."

Cai Yong caressed his long beard, "Haha, I only half understand it. My daughter Cai Yan is proficient in both poetry and poetry. How about General Lu Bu writing it out and sharing it with us."

Lu Bu frowned and thought for a moment, "Well, your father and daughter have come from afar, and you can't let you leave without gaining anything, so how about writing a poem for you."

Cai Yong made a gesture of invitation.

Lu Bu raised his head and looked at the ceiling for a moment of thought, then his eyes brightened slightly.

Raise the Langhao pen and swipe ink on the paper.

Wrote a poem by Xin Qiji, "Broken for a while: Write strong words for Chen Tongfu to send it"

When drunk, he turned on the lamp to watch the sword, dreaming back to blow the horns and even camp.

Eight hundred miles under the command of burning, fifty strings turned over the sound of the plug.

Soldiers on the battlefield in autumn.

The horse made Lu Fei swift, bow like a thunderbolt.

After the king's world affairs, he won the name after his life.

What a pity it happened!
The handwriting is a bit ugly, but both father and daughter Cai Yong and Cai Yan looked shocked.

"The general is worthy of being on the battlefield of soldiers and horses. The first half of this poem is written about the depression at home, and the only way to drink away the sorrow;

The second part of the poem immediately describes the heroic battle and the ending of victory: the soldiers gallop on horses, as fast as "Delu", and the wind is fast; they draw their strong bows and shoot ten thousand arrows, which sound like "thunderbolt", which is thrilling.
Let us see the image of a loyal and brave general who is high-spirited and ambitious, "golden and iron horse, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger".

Sure enough, good words!

Hearing Cai Yong's praise, Lu Bu felt a little melancholy in his heart, but it was a pity that he borrowed the poems of Xin Qiji in the Southern Song Dynasty.

Lu Bu said calmly, "Thank you Cai Zhonglang for your compliment."

Seeing that Lu Bu was so modest, Cai Yong couldn't help feeling a little more fond of him.

"This word is a good word. General Lu Bu spent his life in the army, and his writing skills are relatively magnificent, but the handwriting is a bit too ugly. If this handwriting is practiced a little bit, it will definitely become a masterpiece of everyone," Cai Yong said.

"The horse is fast, the bow is like a thunderbolt, what a beautiful artistic conception, as if people can hear the horn of victory, who is Wen Hou's teacher?"

Lv Bu said, "Lv Bu has not been a teacher yet, but since he was a child he was fond of reading, so he read all the ancient and modern books. As the saying goes, if you accumulate a lot and read a lot, the articles will come naturally!"

Cai Yong stroked his long beard lightly, "Well, what a man with thick accumulation but thin hair... When it comes, it will come naturally..., he can be called a great talent in the world.

Always addressing him as Cai Zhonglang makes us a little too unfamiliar."

Lu Bu nodded lightly, and continued, "How about this, Mr. Bo Jie is a teacher of Feng at this age, and Feng will treat you with the courtesy of a teacher. What do you think, Mr. Bo Jie?"

Cai Yong responded.

The three talked at night by candlelight, and they had a very happy conversation, which made Cai Yan feel a little more fond of him.

(End of this chapter)