The Three Kingdoms: My Wife is a Great and Good Teacher

Take the largest teahouse in Luoyang for example. Many young men from noble families dressed in luxurious clothes like to gather here to talk about interesting things in the court and enjoy the beauty of the world.

He would talk loudly in the attic, discussing Confucian classics, or look at the people carrying loads on their shoulders downstairs and pretend to compose a mediocre poem lamenting their hard work.

Such places have always been popular with young people, and no one would think that these young men who are usually uneducated can really create any masterpieces that will be passed down through the ages.

But on this day, a poem began to circulate in various teahouses and brothels from the morning.

"The fire is burning and spring is coming back; the huge furnace is illuminating the dark night..." Someone held a piece of paper and read out the poem above.

"Such a poem...was actually written by an unknown person?"

"Doesn't he have a name? But I've never heard of him. When did such a scholar appear in Luoyang?"

"Seeing that his surname is 'Liu', could he be a relative of his clan?"

Just as the young men from the noble families in the teahouse were guessing, a tall, noble and beautiful woman walked up from downstairs.

The woman was wearing the uniform of a lieutenant, with a sword at her waist and a few strands of gold at the ends of her long hair.

"Eh? Isn't this Sister Benchu?"

"We should call Captain Yuan. Why is Captain Yuan here?!"

The sons of the noble families were very enthusiastic about Yuan Shao's arrival. Even though Yuan Shao did not look at them straight in the eye, she had the capital to ignore them because of their appearance and family background.

Yuan Shao glanced around and asked, "Is she not here?"

she?

The young nobles rubbed their heads and some of them understood immediately.

"I heard that he went to Tanyue Pavilion!"

Yuan Shao nodded slightly. It was indeed the place she would go.

Just as she was about to turn around and leave, her eyes suddenly stopped on a piece of paper on a desk.

She walked forward, picked it up and read it, then she was surprised when she saw the name.

While deep in thought, his eyes changed from uncertain to bright.

This expression also made the other sons of the aristocracy dare not even breathe.

"I'll take this."

After a while, Yuan Shao said something and left with the paper with the poem.

"I...I haven't had time to copy it down yet..."

After Yuan Shao left, the young man who originally owned the poem also sighed.

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Walking quickly on the avenue, Yuan Shao soon arrived at another teahouse.

Although this building is not as large as the previous one, it has an attic that is the 20th tallest in Luoyang except for the imperial palace. The name "Moon Exploration" also comes from this.

As for why it is in the top twenty, not the top ten or even the top three, it is naturally because the top ten positions are all occupied by the residences of the Ten Eunuchs.

"Miss Yuan is here!" The owner of the teahouse greeted Yuan Shao warmly as soon as he saw her coming in.

The Yuan family, with three officials in four generations, was not only highly prestigious, but also had students and former officials all over the world. It is no exaggeration to say that Yuan Shao's generation was the most prestigious among all the aristocratic families in the world.

"Is she here?" Yuan Shao asked.

"Who? Oh, it's her. She's here, but she drank a lot last night. She might be sleeping now..."

Yuan Shao waved his hand, then took out a piece of jade from his pocket and threw it to the owner of the post.

"Prepare some delicious food and drinks for me and send them to the pavilion."

After saying this, the generous Yuan Shao walked up the stairs. Not long after, he pushed open a half-open door and arrived at the top floor of the teahouse.

I also saw a sleeping woman lying on a long table with her long hair loose and her eyes closed.

Her long hair cascaded down on the table like petals, her flat chest rose and fell slightly, and there was a piece of paper full of words on her chest, floating up and down slowly with her breathing.

On the table next to him, in addition to the bottle of unfinished wine, there were also several long pieces of paper with wild handwriting.

She was so casual that she didn't even put away the brush, but still held it between her fingers.

"Such a big thing happened yesterday, and you still have the mind to sleep here?" Yuan Shao said.

The woman didn't react at all.

"If you don't get up yet, your father will be here soon." Yuan Shao said again.

The woman still didn't respond.

She seemed to be dead asleep.

But Yuan Shao didn't think so. She took out the paper from her pocket, spread it out, cleared her throat, and then read aloud.

"Black gold is obtained by chiseling away chaos, and the hidden yang and meaning are the most profound."

As this sentence was spoken, the eyelashes of the woman lying casually on the table moved slightly.

"The fire of the burning stove brings back the spring, and the great furnace lights up the dark night."

After the second sentence was read out, Yuan Shao clearly saw that the hand holding the brush moved.

“The original power of life depends on the tripod and the iron and stone still have a heart after death.”

When she read this again, the rise and fall of the woman's chest disappeared.

"I hope that all people will be well fed and clothed, and will not hesitate to work hard to leave the mountains and forests."

After finishing the last sentence, the woman suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the wooden ceiling of the attic, her dark eyes blankly in a trance.

After a long moment, he slowly spoke: "Who did this?"

"Me." Yuan Shao smiled slightly, "How is it? My writing skills are not bad, Meng De?"

"..."

Chapter 4.5: This kind of masterpiece K

"Who wrote this?" Cao Cao asked again.

"You don't believe your sister Benchu?" Yuan Shao pretended to be angry, with his left hand on his waist and his right hand holding a poem: "Why? Do you think I, Yuan Benchu, can't write poetry?"

"The Yuan family is not short of good teachers. Sister Benchu ​​grew up at home and studied under great scholars. Naturally, she can write poetry, but... Sister Benchu ​​does not have such talent." Cao Cao said, "Moreover, Sister Benchu ​​will never be able to write such a poem in her lifetime."

"What? You Cao A Man...!" Yuan Shao gritted his teeth. This last sentence was a bit too much.

At this time, Cao Cao continued, "This poem uses coal to express my aspirations. The poem contains the spirit of governing the country and the people, and the ambition to serve the country and the people is beyond words. It describes the life of coal and the life of the poet."

"Even if my body dies, I will give everything for my country."

"Aman, do you have any misunderstanding about me? Why don't I have the ambition to serve the country and the people?" After hearing this, Yuan Shao immediately retorted. It's not like she didn't understand the poem, otherwise why would she bring it to show Cao Cao?

"So Benchu, are you coal?"

Cao Cao's rhetorical question made Yuan Shao's chest heave, but he finally sank into silence.

Originally, she wanted to say that Cao Aman looked down on someone, and why she did not have the ambition and aspirations to be a poet. However, this poem used coal to express the author's aspirations. The author compared himself to the inconspicuous black coal. Although it is "black gold", it is still coal.

Just like what Cao Cao asked, could Yuan Shao, who came from a family of three generations of officials, be coal?

So this poem could not have been written by her.

"Who did it?" Cao Cao asked again.

"Get up and take a look for yourself." Yuan Shao felt a little upset and was not so polite when he spoke.

However, given the friendship between the two of them, this "insulting remark" that was not even a conflict was not a big deal at all. After a while, Yuan Shao's anger naturally subsided.

Cao Cao put down the brush and slowly stood up. The papers on her body slid off her flat chest as she stood up.

She put her hand on her forehead. The alcohol she had drunk last night was still a little off, and she felt a little dizzy when she got up.

"How much did you drink last night?" Yuan Shao was speechless when he saw Cao Cao like that.

"Didn't you just say that something big happened yesterday and I was happy so I drank a few glasses of wine?" Cao Cao said.

"You know what happened yesterday?" Yuan Shao was surprised.

"'The River Map is born, and the Han Dynasty will rise.'" Cao Cao slowly walked down from the table, "How could I not know about such an important event?"

"So you knew." Yuan Shao looked at the many wine bottles under the square table, "No wonder he drank so much wine and wrote so many words so elegantly. It turns out he was too happy."

"Meng De, you are truly a loyal minister of the Han Dynasty." Yuan Shao nodded and praised with a smile.

"I am a Han official, how can I be disloyal?"

Cao Cao said something casually, and then his eyes drifted towards the magnificent mansion in the distance, and he looked at it for a long time.

A lot of memories about this good friend also flashed through Yuan Shao's mind.

The Ten Attendants were eunuchs, and her sister Meng De was also of eunuch origin. Even her grandfather Cao Teng served four dynasties, and was a powerful eunuch much earlier than the current Ten Attendants.

However, just as the difference between people is sometimes greater than that between humans and dogs, Cao Teng, who was also a eunuch, was not as rebellious as the Ten Attendants. He recommended countless talented people, and even some of the three highest officials were grateful for his kindness.

Yuan Shao also knew that when Cao Cao was young, his cousin's husband was killed by eunuchs, and Cao Cao's family was also implicated and framed by the eunuchs.

Therefore, although Cao Cao was the descendant of a eunuch, he had obvious aristocratic tendencies in his heart. He hated the actions of the Ten Attendants very much, and even whipped a relative of a eunuch in public and beat him to death on the spot not long ago.

Fortunately, Cao Cao's adoptive father was quite wealthy and had bought a good official position, so the matter did not become a big deal.

It was because of Cao Cao's character and personality that Yuan Shao was able to join him and become his close friend in Luoyang.

Yuan Shao also noticed Cao Cao's eyes at this time, and knew that Cao Cao must be thinking about something unpleasant again.

She immediately handed the poem to Cao Cao and said, "Meng De, stop looking at it. Why do you stare at unlucky things when you wake up? Take a look at this. Don't you want to see who wrote this poem?"

Cao Cao then turned his eyes back, reached out to take it, and then frowned.

"This word..."

"What's wrong? Is your handwriting not good? Is it okay?" Yuan Shao looked at him and thought he was okay.

"Meng De, you are asking too much. Who would be like you? You are a warrior, but you still practice calligraphy and compose poetry every day."

Cao Cao nodded slightly, looking at the paper and ink and said, "This paper and ink are not good. There are also damages and bulges on the paper. It may have been written casually on the ground. Such handwriting... is understandable."

As Cao Cao said this, he moved his gaze to the top of the poem.

"Ode to Coal... Liu Zhaoqing."

The name "Ode to Coal" fits the poem very well, and the three words at the end naturally refer to the person who wrote the poem.

But, does this name sound familiar?

"Isn't this the commoner?" Cao Cao's eyes flashed with surprise.

"Huh? Meng De, you know him?" Yuan Shao was surprised. She was still preparing to explain.

Cao Cao nodded and folded up the poem carefully: "Yesterday, I learned from my elders what happened in the morning court yesterday. Although Liu Zhaoqing is a commoner, he is able to serve the country and the people. I don't believe that he is not a hero who killed the six-headed dragon and distributed gold and wealth to the people."

"Now when I compare this poem with the one I wrote last night, I feel ashamed."

Cao Cao looked at the papers on the table and on the ground, bent down and rolled them up, then walked to the unburned oil lamp and lit it.

"Hey, Meng De you!"

Looking at his own poem gradually burning in his hand, Cao Cao did not feel distressed, but smiled: "Sister Benchu, there is finally someone in Luoyang who shares my ambitions."

Yuan Shao frowned slightly. He still had no interest in Liu Zhaoqing, who came from a commoner family. Although he could compose such poems, Yuan Shao felt that in the current chaotic situation in Luoyang, nothing a commoner could do would be of much use.

Although Cao Cao was the adopted son of a eunuch, he now has a certain reputation, and his father Cao Song had even been one of the Three Dukes. Although many people knew that the position was bought, he was truly worthy of the title of "descendant of the Three Dukes."

And the key point is that Cao Song was quite wealthy, and Cao Cao himself was not from a noble family, so maybe... he was not so sensitive to Liu Zhaoqing's identity?

But what's the use of just being able to write poetry? This commoner is an ordinary person who doesn't even have a gift from heaven.

"Meng De, don't waste too much time on common people. That was what happened to Xun Yu before. That guy directly offended the Ten Eunuchs and was going to be executed along with his entire clan. Although he is saved for now, the Ten Eunuchs' vicious nature means that his death will definitely only be postponed for a few days."

Yuan Shao wanted to use this as a warning, but Cao Cao's eyes lit up when he heard it: "Hmm? You said Xun Yu also looked for him?"

"Yes, Xun Yu asked me to save him that day, and I did, but I didn't expect to meet Bao Hong, and Bao Hong had the seal of a senior military lieutenant, so I had no choice but to leave."

After hearing what Yuan Shao said, Cao Cao thought for a moment and said, "So this poem must have a hidden purpose."

"Sister Benchu, let me add some fuel to the fire."

After saying this, Cao Cao stuffed Liu Zhaoqing's poem into his sleeve and smiled: "Luoyang in February is still too cold."