It had been fifteen days since the army marched south, and on this day the weather was fine and the roads were dry. Lu Xiaoshu couldn't say that he was sick, so he recruited dozens of his pro-army and rode all the way to chase the southward army.

Yan Xiuli was dressed in the armor of her own soldiers, mixed with her own soldiers, and accompanied her husband by her side, because she was slender, she was the same height as other personal soldiers, but she was slightly slender, and she couldn't tell at a glance. Lu Xiaoshu's personal soldiers naturally recognized the hostess, but they just pretended not to know, each of them did not squint, and rode their horses at a gallop.

Lu Xiaoshu saw his wife hiding among the soldiers, wearing armored soldiers and wearing a long sword at his waist, which looked unique, and he feasted his eyes along the way.

Lu Xiaoshu and dozens of people galloped all the way, and finally caught up with Ding Yuan's army, which had already marched to Shangdang County two days later. Ding Yuan was relieved to see that Lu Xiaoshu arrived in time. Concerned about Lu Xiaoshu's condition for a while, he recognized it at a glance when he saw the slender soldiers beside him, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: The young man is really not qualitatively enough, this trip is very dangerous, and he may not have no worries about his life. He gave Lu Xiaoshu a good lesson alone!

In addition to being taught, Lu Xiaoshu was also glad that his father-in-law Zhang Song stayed in Taiyuan, otherwise he would only be afraid of another lesson.

The army was mostly infantry, and the march was slow, stopping and stopping all the way, and it took another half a month to reach the territory of Hongnong, which was less than three days away from Luoyang. At this time, Ding Yuan received an order from the general He Jin, ordering the army to speed up and camp in Mengjin County, Luoyang.

It turned out that the general He Jin and the marshal of the West Garden, the captain of the military academy, Jian Shuo, were already on the same page, and Jian Shuo designed to trap He Jin, but the news leaked and the success was lost. As a result, he was captured by He Jin and beheaded. He Jin also heard the words of Yuan Shaojin, the general of the tiger ben, and wanted to get rid of the ten permanent servants of the eunuchs in the palace, but he was very jealous of the ten permanent attendants, and even the funeral of the first emperor was said to be ill, and he did not dare to enter the palace wall.

Therefore, He Jin ordered Dong Zhuo's army to be stationed in Shanglinyuan, Guanzhong, Ding Yuan's army was stationed in Mengjin County, and Zhaodong County's Taishou Qiaomao was stationed in Chenggao, and the ten permanent servants were shocked by hunting. The dark tide of all parties is surging, and the wind is rumoring in Jingzhao!

Lu Xiaoshu was stationed in Mengjin County with Ding Yuan's army, and the army marched all the way and urgently needed to rest. Lu Xiaoshu ordered his soldiers to be on duty around the big tent, strictly ordering people not to approach, and seeing his wife all the way, her face was tired, and she was very distressed, so she pinched her shoulders and rubbed her legs, and she was very busy. I thought that no matter how upside down the DPRK and China were, what did it matter, as long as I protected the people in front of me, it would be enough.

After resting for a few days, Ding Yuan ordered Lu Xiaoshu to go to Luoyang to listen to the news of the DPRK and China, and he sat in the army and stationed in Mengjin to watch. Lu Xiaoshu was overjoyed, and he had long wanted to see the prosperity of the Han Dynasty's Kyoto, so he couldn't wait to call his wife Yan Xiuli, and ordered his relatives to accompany Ling Chenglian and Wei Yue, and led thirty personal soldiers to Luoyang.

Luoyang City is tall and prosperous, the street market is bustling, and the people in the city have many brocade clothes, which is worthy of being a famous capital through the ages, a rich place. Lu Xiaoshu ordered his soldiers to be stationed at the post station, and he and his wife changed into Confucian clothes, leading Cheng Lian and Wei Yue to tour the city.

There are many tea shops and restaurants in the city, but Lu Xiaoshu felt thirsty, so he entered a prosperous tea house. It was in the afternoon, and the teahouse was about to be full, and the four of them asked for a private seat on the second floor, which cost a lot, which was much more expensive than that of Bingzhou.

Lu Xiaoshuxie's wife sat alone, and when she saw that she was wearing a Confucian shirt, she was quite dusty and laughed: "Brother Yide is literary and romantic, this visit to Luoyang should be a poem!" ”

It turned out that after the two got married, they often played in the boudoir, and Lu Xiaoshu saw that she had no words, so he took Zhang Fei's name for her, and laughed from time to time. Yan Xiuli naturally didn't know, but she felt that this word was very rude, where could she recognize it? He took the word 'Wenhua', how could Nai Lu Xiaoshu only be commensurate with Mengde, and he couldn't do it for a while, so he let him go.

Yan Xiuli smiled and said, "The little brother is not talented, please give advice to the first brother!" “

Lu Xiaoshu saw that she didn't accept the move, and kicked the ball back to herself, but her literary style was rude, how could she write poems? Shaking his head from side to side, he couldn't stop talking. Suddenly, not far downstairs, the small bridge is flowing water, and the white goose is leisurely playing in the water, remembering a movie that I have seen in the future, I frowned and thought about it, and said: "I just thought of a poem, you listen to it!" ”

Yan Xiuli is often curious, her husband obviously doesn't know how to write, but he often has amazing sentences, so he listens to herself.

Lu Xiaoshu pointed to the small bridge downstairs and said: "A group of geese on the bridge, boos drove down the river, fell into the river to catch the hungry, and returned home to hoe his wife after eating." ”

Yan Xiuli's face was red when she heard this, and she snorted, but before she could scold, there was a sneering voice from the neighbors: "Such a crude and obscene language is also worthy of poetry?" Isn't it an insult to the saint's character? ”

The two turned their heads to look, only to see that the person who spoke had red lips and white teeth, eyebrows like stars, and was handsome and extraordinary, dressed in a Confucian robe, with a long sword at the waist and hips, and a good look of merry and talent, sneering at himself, with a contemptuous look on his face.

Seeing that this little white face was disrespectful, Lu Xiaoshu was angry, and sneered: "Brother Tai seems to have a different opinion on my poems? ”

The little white face said proudly: "The ancient sages, romantic and talented people are all proud and natural, extraordinary, poetry and poetry, every word is elegant, and now it is extraordinary. And these few sentences of yours, crude and unbearable, bullshit stuff, can only be disgusting! ”

Lu Xiaoshu saw that he said unfathomable, and secretly beat a drum in his heart: Could it be that the poems of the so-called four great talents of Jiangnan in later generations are really so bad? But he still said stiffly: "I don't care if he wins and loses, isn't writing poetry just to express what he thinks in his heart, concise and profound?" ”

The little white face was obviously young and vigorous, and when he heard Lu Xiaoshu's disrespect for the saint, he couldn't help but be angry, and shouted: "Nipple mouth, dare to offend the sages, today I will teach you to see the power of my Han Confucian students!" As he spoke, he drew the long sword at his waist and killed him.

The Confucian students of the Han Dynasty were not like the Confucian scholars of the later dynasties, they all practiced martial arts, and the so-called internal and external cultivation were both.

Lu Xiaoshu didn't dodge either, and when he saw that the long sword was killed, he reached out with his left hand and already pinched the spine of the sword.

Seeing that the long sword fell into the hands of the enemy, the little white face stabbed and slashed with all his might, but he didn't move, the long sword seemed to grow in Lu Xiaoshu's hand, and the little white face looked terrified, like seeing a ghost, and the white face suddenly turned red.

Lu Xiaoshu pinched the spine of the long sword, and said with a calm smile: "Brother Tai's words are wrong, my poem expresses my love for my lady, and there is no disrespect for the sage!" ”

The little white-faced long sword was controlled, but it could not be collected, and he was very angry in his heart, as if he had been humiliated, and shouted angrily: "Look at your rude words, your lady must be an ignorant and ugly woman, what kind of love can you have?" ”

Yan Xiuli was originally kneeling aside, hoping that her husband could grasp the sense of proportion and not hurt others, but when she heard this person say that she was an ignorant and ugly woman, her face suddenly showed surprise.

Lu Xiaoshu was furious in his heart, this person dared to slander his beloved wife, he couldn't bear it, he used force in his hand, the long sword suddenly broke, and he waved his hand and shot out of the sword, which flew over the head of Xiaobai's face, shot down his Confucian hat, and stuck it on the wall in the distance, still buzzing and trembling.

The little white face was shocked, and the bun was cut off by the broken sword, and the broken hair fell to the ground. The little white face was disheveled, and he held a half-broken sword in his hand, and his palms were numb and trembling.

Lu Xiaoshu sneered: "Let you go today, and be cautious in your words and deeds in the future, otherwise it will not be your long sword and hair that will be broken." ”

Xiao Baimian was terrified in his heart, and he said recklessly: "You don't want to be arrogant, there is a kind of you waiting." ”

After that, he beckoned the two people at the same table to leave the desert.