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

"So what are your plans next, Zhaoqing?" After Cai Yong answered Liu Zhaoqing's question, he saw that Liu Zhaoqing seemed to be thinking about something, so he asked.

"I plan to stay in Lord Cai's mansion for two days. After the heat of this matter has died down, I will go and meet up with Xun Yu, and then we will decide... on the matter of burying the eunuch party."

"Bury the eunuch party?" Cai Yong was surprised. "You...you still want to bury the eunuch party?"

"But your power... compared with the Ten Attendants, is like a firefly against the bright moon."

Cai Yong's metaphor is a bit inappropriate, but the meaning he expressed is correct.

"Although the firefly is small, it can illuminate a piece of heaven and earth." Liu Zhaoqing smiled slightly.

"Since Lord Cai, Lord Zheng, and Mr. Lu rescued me, I will be the Firefly."

Looking at Liu Zhaoqing, Cai Yong sighed for a long time: "In this regard, I am not as good as you, a young man."

The older you get, the more worried you become, and the more cautious you become. Cai Yong cannot be as passionate as Liu Zhaoqing.

Liu Zhaoqing came to comfort Cai Yong, saying that as a great Confucian scholar, he was already better than most of the Confucian scholars from the aristocratic families in the court. Then, the servants of Cai Yong's family presented the prepared dishes one by one.

It is one of the etiquettes to keep silent during meals. Cai Yong waited until Liu Zhaoqing finished his meal before he could no longer resist and began to ask him about the poem.

Liu Zhaoqing answered all of Cai Yong's curiosity and questions. When he encountered some questions that were inappropriate to explain, Liu Zhaoqing said they were all what he thought in his dreams.

Even in the Han Dynasty in previous history, people attached great importance to and believed in "dreams", not to mention the mythical end of the Han Dynasty.

Therefore, no one would doubt Liu Zhaoqing's explanation. On the contrary, after Cai Yong fully understood the meaning of the poem after listening to Liu Zhaoqing's explanation, he stood there in a daze for a long time.

Liu Zhaoqing was muttering something in his dream. It should be the prosperous era of the revival of the Han Dynasty.

Although he might not be able to see the prosperity of the Han Dynasty's revival with his own eyes, he could feel it from Liu Zhaoqing's poem at this moment, and suddenly felt that his life was not in vain.

As he thought about it, Cai Yong actually burst into tears, which made Liu Zhaoqing beside him a little unsure of what to do.

Fortunately, at this time, little Cai Yan walked in from outside the door holding a stack of papers.

When stepping over the threshold, Cai Yan paused for a moment, then lifted her foot high and stepped over carefully.

It was okay for her to fall, but the paper in her hand was very precious to her father, and it would be bad if it was torn.

"Father, the paper is here."

Seeing the little girl come in, Cai Yong hurriedly raised his sleeve to wipe away his tears, then quickly calmed himself down and smiled at Liu Zhaoqing.

Liu Zhaoqing also understood what Cai Yong wanted to do and nodded in agreement.

Then, after the other servants in Cai Yong's mansion brought over the precious brushes and other writing instruments, as well as the exquisite long desk that exuded a special woody fragrance, Liu Zhaoqing lifted his clothes and sat down in front of the desk.

Just as the servants were about to walk towards Liu Zhaoqing, little Cai Yan, who was standing next to Cai Yong, suddenly raised her hand.

"I, I'll grind the ink!"

Cai Yong looked at Liu Zhaoqing, and Liu Zhaoqing of course readily agreed.

Cai Yan immediately showed a look of joy, and two dimples appeared on her delicate face.

He walked to the long desk that was almost as high as his chest, rolled up his sleeves, held the inkstone in both hands, and began to grind the ink carefully.

The talented girl, who was born into a scholarly family, had been influenced by her father since childhood. She was naturally curious when she saw Liu Zhaoqing being treated so courteously by her father. When she learned that he was going to write a poem, she knew in her heart that this must be no ordinary work.

She mustered up the courage to raise her hand, risking her father's anger. Fortunately, her father wasn't angry, and neither was the handsome older brother.

He picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, paused for a moment, and said softly, "It would be better if it were a little more scribbled."

Afterwards, when Liu Zhaoqing wielded his brush and his words danced on the white paper like a dragon soaring in the clouds, Cai Yan's big eyes opened even wider.

Cai Yong, who was standing aside, had bright eyes and was grinning with joy.

Although the original work was taken away by His Majesty, this second work is actually more precious because it was written by Liu Zhaoqing himself.

This is the authentic one.

Even if Liu Zhaoqing wrote it for someone else, Cai Yong would still have obtained the first authentic work, and its collection value is self-evident.

"Hahahaha, okay, okay." Cai Yong couldn't help laughing while touching his beard behind Liu Zhaoqing.

At this time, little Cai Yan didn't notice her father who hadn't been so happy for many years. Her whole attention was on the poem on the table.

Amazing……

With her mouth slightly opened, Cai Yan had only this one thought in her mind.

The talented lady with great learning has now become an ordinary little girl.

After writing the poem for Cai Yong, Liu Zhaoqing wanted to stay in Cai Yong's mansion for two days until the heat died down before returning to Xun's mansion.

But I didn't expect that plans could not keep up with changes.

He underestimated the influence of "Wanshizuo", underestimated the shock that the natural phenomenon that day brought to Luoyang, and also underestimated the degree of admiration for it among the talented men and scholars in Luoyang.

On the second day, before Liu Zhaoqing woke up, he was shaken awake by Cai Yong's servant.

"Master Zhaoqing! Master Zhaoqing! Wake up!"

"What's wrong? Are the Ten Attendants here?!" Liu Zhaoqing quickly opened his eyes.

"It's not the Ten Attendants, but the ministers of the court. The Confucian scholars from Luoyang are all outside. They want to see you!" said the servant.

"Uh... I offended so many people just by sleeping? And how did they know I was here?"

"Ah? It's not that I offended anyone. They heard about your poems and wanted to come and see you. As for how they knew... I don't know either..."

Liu Zhaoqing was silent for a moment, then asked, "Can I not see you?"

The servant was embarrassed: "This... the visitors are not just ordinary Confucian scholars, there are generals and lieutenants in the court, ministers in the palace, and even the Nine Ministers... and..."

At this point Liu Zhaoqing understood and sighed: "Okay, I get it."

After understanding the situation, Liu Zhaoqing quickly washed up and then met with Cai Yong. Cai Yong was also speechless and said that he might have forgotten that there was a falcon hanging in the sky, so Liu Zhaoqing might have been seen by the trained falcon and exposed his address.

There was nothing that could be done at this point, so Liu Zhaoqing had to meet with the ministers and celebrities from the court who came to visit and whom he did not want to offend at Cai Yong's mansion.

Fortunately, Liu Zhaoqing's thoughts and qualities were beyond the times, and most of the people who came were curious about who Liu Zhaoqing was, and did not come to deliberately cause trouble.

So apart from being a little tired, Liu Zhaoqing didn't encounter any unpleasant things.

But he didn't expect that he would be so tired that he would last for two whole days. Countless people came to see him, and even the threshold of Cai Yong's mansion was broken down.

It was not until Lu Zhi, Zheng Xuan and three other great Confucian scholars, Cai Yong, came forward together that the crazy enthusiasm of those who came to seek a meeting was stopped.

But even so, a "Zhao Qing trend" has already swept Luoyang City in the past two days.

His two poems spread quickly in Luoyang, even to the point where "there was no paper in Luoyang."

Chapter 5 Meeting the Emperor

In an elegant pavilion on the top floor of a teahouse, a tall woman in luxurious light armor was looking down at the street below.

It was still early in the morning, but the streets were already crowded with people.

In the past, at this time of year, most people on the street were ordinary people trying to make a living, but now, at a glance, there are actually a large number of neatly dressed young men who obviously have a good family background, or well-dressed and beautiful ladies.

They gathered in groups of two or three, all surrounding one person. Regardless of whether the person was a man or a woman, they usually had a piece of paper or brocade in their hands, on which was written "Song of the Wine".

"Is this the poem that caused Luoyang to open the sky that day? Such a heroic poem was actually written in prison?"

"Not only did the sky open, but even the Qilin came. My grandfather said he had never heard of anyone writing poems that could attract auspicious beasts to pay homage..."

"Who exactly is this Young Master Zhao Qing... I heard that he is quite young, I wonder if we can meet."

"Oh, Miss Zhang, forget it. I heard that the door has been broken down by people who have come to see Master Zhaoqing these past two days. There must be many ministers who want to marry their daughters to him."

"Oh, it's no use thinking about it."

"It's so powerful, worthy of being a masterpiece for all ages. I must quickly copy one to send to my friend in Yangzhou. Alas, there is no paper left in such a big city like Luoyang. Fortunately, there is still brocade."

"Don't sigh. If we don't go and grab them, I'm afraid even the brocade will be gone in a couple of days."

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The conversations of the pedestrians on the street reached Yuan Shao's ears clearly, and he frowned slightly.

She frowned, not because she felt that these three days had made the two poems of "Luoyang Wuzhi" that have been passed down through the ages, one of which is a poem that will last forever, in vain.

Instead, she felt that the entire Luoyang seemed to be immersed in a false sense of "prosperity is coming".

When the River Chart was born, the Han Dynasty would rise; when it appears for eternity, auspicious signs will come, which is a sign of prosperity.

These are the facts that happened. Yuan Shao did not disbelieve them, but the situation in Luoyang did not change because of this, right?

The Ten Eunuchs were all alive and well, He Jin was still dominating, and some of the aristocratic families, even her own family, still had their own thoughts.

Even his good friend, Cao Cao Cao Mengde, had been lying in this attic with a scroll of poetry in his arms, enjoying it the whole day these past three days.

"I hope that all people can have enough food and clothing, and not to be afraid of hardship and leave the mountains and forests... There is only charcoal for execution in the prison, but he can see the other uses of charcoal. Alas, although this person is not a hero, his vision has far surpassed that of heroes..."

"I thought that Xun Wenruo was already a great person in Luoyang, but I didn't expect that Liu Zhaoqing would come..."

"As for this sentence, 'I was born with talents that will be useful, and even if I spend all my money, I will get it back', this should be what he felt when he spent his money on the plain. He has ambitions and dreams of a prosperous world, but he also has a true heart for the people, instead of indulging in pleasure. I'm afraid that wealth and glory are just like dirt in his eyes..."

Lying on the table with his hair loose, Cao Cao held the exquisite manuscript in his hand above his head, muttering to himself as he looked at the poems on it.

"Aman, you've been watching it for two days and two nights, aren't you bored?" Yuan Shao turned around and looked at Cao Cao speechlessly.

"I will never get tired of reading these wonderful poems even if I read them for thousands of nights," Cao Cao responded.

"Aren't they just two poems? They are indeed unprecedented since Emperor Guangwu, but what can they change?" Yuan Shao frowned, "Will all the Ten Eunuchs suddenly die after these poems are published?"

More than two days have passed since Wanshizuo caused the natural phenomenon, and each of the Ten Attendants is still alive and well. Obviously, this poem cannot achieve this.

“Sister Benchu, don’t just look at the surface of things.” Cao Cao said, his eyes still on the poem in his hand.

"For example, the prosperous scene in Luoyang today may be mistaken by mediocre people as the morning glow, but only wise people can see it as the afterglow. If the eunuch party and the relatives of the emperor are not eliminated, the world will enter an eternal night."

Yuan Shao frowned again, thought for a moment and said, "I know what you mean. You mean that Liu Zhaoqing was chosen by the great scholar who was originally neutral and reclusive. Now a new force has emerged in the court, but..."

"The main force of this new power is the great scholars, but most of them only have pens in their hands. As lieutenants, you and I should know that if we want to do something to pierce the darkness, we must have something that can truly change the situation."

"Those are the elite soldiers and the outstanding people who make up the forces."

If people could change the status quo through learning and revive the Han Dynasty through writing poetry, there wouldn't be the Ten Eunuchs disrupting politics and there wouldn't be great scholars hiding from the world.

The great scholars in the court had already taken up their pens to decide the fate of the country.

Cao Cao certainly understood this principle. She smiled slightly and said, "Sister Benchu ​​is right. But just like a fire, water can put out a fire, but more water is needed than fire. But sometimes we don't need to put out a fire."

"Just wave the feather fan in your hand and direct the fire to somewhere else."

"Fire will go out when it meets water, and it will also go out when all the dry wood is burned out. Zhao Qing, the feather fan, is the most important person in this new force. He is the key, not those great scholars."

Yuan Shao clenched his fist and placed it in front of his chin, thinking again.

She was not stupid. Although she was not as proficient in both civil and military affairs as Cao Cao, she could still understand quickly as long as Cao Cao explained it clearly.

"You mean... Liu Zhaoqing is now a 'feather fan' that can cause several parties to fight? But, this 'fan' is a little unstable, right? What if someone punctures it? Wouldn't it be useless then?"

"Punch" naturally means direct killing. After all, if you want to play Go, you have to have the same strength as your opponent. Otherwise, if your opponent overturns the table, no matter how good your Go skills are, it will be of no use.

Cao Cao put away the poem in his hand and slowly got up: "So, he just needs to make sure people don't dare to 'poke' him."

"Don't dare?" Yuan Shao hesitated for a moment and was slightly surprised: "The only person in the world who can make the Ten Eunuchs and He Jin dare not is..."

"The Emperor of the Han Dynasty." Cao Cao said the word "Han Dynasty" on behalf of Yuan Shao and stretched lazily.

"Your Majesty should summon him in the next two days." Cao Cao then came to Yuan Shao's side, looking at the scenery on the street with some anticipation in his eyes.

"Now is just the quiet after the auspicious event, and the main event will come next."

"Then what should we do?" Yuan Shao said.

"What does Sister Benchu ​​plan to do?" Cao Cao asked back. She didn't think that Yuan Shao really had no preparation.

"However, for the Yuan family now, it seems that Sister Benchu's words don't have that much effect, right?"

These words made Yuan Shao's expression change slightly. If the person in front of her was not Cao Cao, she would have snorted coldly if it was someone else. But Cao Cao was one of the few people who understood her, so she could only curl her lips.

"Of course it is so. You don't need to say more. My brother Ji is still an official in the court. My uncle and brother Ji himself only want to take over the Yuan family and become the fifth generation of the Three Dukes... They only dare to be indignant about the Ten Eunuchs or He Jin in the court in private, but they dare not do anything too radical in reality."

"As for the one who has the most say in the family besides these two..."

"Is he your legitimate younger brother?" Cao Cao asked directly.

"He is now the Lieutenant General of the Tiger Guards, in charge of the Tiger Guards guarding the imperial palace." Yuan Shao said calmly, "He should know what to do better than me. I don't need to worry about him."

"As for me, I will do the same as usual, looking for opportunities to defeat the traitorous ministers."

"Yes." Cao Cao nodded. "If Sister Benchu ​​can perform meritorious deeds in the coming storm, her position in the family will be secure."