The Chinese New Year is about to begin, Cao Cao and Lu Bu have also stopped attacking, and both sides choose to recuperate at this time, waiting for the new year to fight again. The development of Qingzhou is normal, and the city of Changyi is full of lights and a lively scene.

Han Fei had just returned to Changyi City yesterday, and was taken by Liu Bei to visit Cai Yong today. Cai Yong returned to the city of Daochangyi with Jian Yong, Jian Yong's trip can be described as a bumper harvest, not only Liu Bei won the Qingzhou pasture, Guan Zhang and the two were also named generals.

Liu Bei held a feast in the governor's mansion to celebrate, but Cai Yong refused Liu Bei's retention on the grounds that he missed him for a long time. Liu Bei couldn't afford to send someone to send him back to Cai's mansion, where only Cai Yan and a few servants lived. Han Fei originally wanted to find some subordinates for her, but Cai Yan refused, and then she didn't do it.

Seeing Cai Yong coming back, Cai Yan hugged him and cried. After that, Cai Yong closed the door and thanked the guests, and devoted himself to learning at home. During this period, Liu Bei came to visit him twice, and he had the intention to persuade him to be born, but he politely declined.

I brought Han Fei here today, first, to visit Cai Yong, and secondly, to propose to him. After all, Liu Bei was looking forward to Han Fei marrying earlier, and if he had a family, he would be able to work under his command with more peace of mind!

It is said that Liu Bei took Han Fei to the door of Cai's mansion, and the guards stepped forward to knock on the door, and it was the old housekeeper of Cai's mansion who opened the door in a short time. Seeing that it was Liu Bei and Han Fei coming, he hurriedly put them in, and at the same time asked people to quickly inform the master and young lady.

Liu Bei and Han Fei came to the lobby under the guidance of the old butler. At this time, Cai Yong also came out of the backyard. Han Fei met Cai Yong for the first time, and saw that Cai Yong's face was slightly red, there were a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and his hair was a little gray, but he looked very good.

Liu Bei stepped forward to greet and said, "Cai Wengwu is here to bother again!" ”

"Liu Gong is a nobleman, and he will talk about peace." Cai Yong said lightly.

At this time, Han Fei also stepped forward and saluted: "Hello Uncle Cai, boy Han Fei has given you a salute!" ”

"You're Han Fei?" Cai Yong looked him up and down and asked.

"It's down there!"

"Hmm!" Cai Yong nodded and didn't speak again, turned around and beckoned Liu Bei to take a seat. Han Fei was confused, and said in his heart: Is it so difficult that I offended him?

However, Liu Bei didn't see it that way, he knew through these few contacts that Cai Yong was not very enthusiastic about ordinary people, and he would only look at learned people differently. So Liu Bei spoke first: "This time I brought Zicong to visit, first, to visit Cai Weng; The day before yesterday in Xuzhou to enjoy the plum, Zicong composed a poem, and asked Cai Weng to judge one or two. ”

"Oh?" As soon as Cai Yong heard that Han Fei could compose poems, his eyes immediately became different, and he said to Liu Bei: "Where is Liu Gongshi?" ”

Liu Bei took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to Cai Yong, at this time paper is a rare object, Cai Yong is also a person who knows the goods, as soon as he sees it written on paper, he knows that Liu Bei must like this poem very much, because it is more convenient to read it often when written on paper.

Taking the paper and looking at it, Cai Yong couldn't stop nodding at the moment. Although the number of words in this Yongmei poem is not much, it is a rare blend of scenes. Going deeper, the first two sentences write that the plum blossoms in the corner of the wall are not afraid of the cold, proudly alone, and the last two sentences write that the plum blossoms are white and bright, and the fragrance is far away, praising the demeanor and character of the plum blossoms, which is the portrayal of the poet's cold and stubborn character. Being able to write such poems shows that Han Fei has a good character, and his daughter's vision can! Thinking of this, I couldn't help but brush my beard and laugh.

Liu Bei looked at it from the side, okay! Looks like it's going to work out today! Next, Cai Yong was really enthusiastic, and asked Han Fei some questions, what kind of background he came from, what books he had read, and so on. Han Fei answered them all one by one, and in general, Cai Yong was quite satisfied.

In the end, he assigned Han Fei a task to write a poem for his daughter. Han Fei sweated profusely in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it, because he knew that this must be Cai Yong's desire to assess his knowledge, so he only agreed with joy.

Liu Bei chatted a few more words, and then left with Han Fei's farewell. After they left, Cai Yan turned out of the back hall, and it turned out that she had been eavesdropping in the back just now. Looking at his daughter-in-law like a baby, holding the piece of paper left by Liu Bei and looking at it vigorously, Cai Yong snorted.

Cai Yan heard his father's hum, and her pretty face turned red all of a sudden. He raised his head and said to Cai Yong: "Father, you let Zicong give me a gift, if it is a good job, is it ......?"

"Isn't it? Good daughter, you say! Cai Yong teased.

"Father, I'm ignoring you!" Cai Yan blushed and ran back. Cai Yong looked at his daughter's back, and sighed in his heart, sure enough, the woman was not staying! Originally, I wanted to marry my daughter into the Hedong Wei family, but now looking at her meaning, I have a deep love for Han Fei, and now I only hope that Han Fei can be worthy of his daughter!

Han Fei said goodbye to Liu Bei and returned home, and he began to think about how to write this fu! Thinking of the end, I had no clue, and suddenly remembered that Cao Zhi seemed to have a Luo Shen Fu, and he loved to watch the Three Kingdoms at that time and read it again, and now I am afraid that the matter is urgent, and I am afraid that I will borrow it!

So he spread out a piece of silk cloth, and then took a pen and wrote it out according to his memory: Yu Congjing, met Wen Ji by chance. Seen from a distance: its shape is also, like a frightening flood, graceful like a swimming dragon. Rong Yao autumn chrysanthemum, Huamao spring pine. It seems to be like a light cloud covering the moon, and fluttering like the snow of the wind. Looking at it from afar, it is as bright as the sun rising to the morning glow; Forced to observe it, the scorching waves appeared. The fiber is heartfelt, and the fit is shortened. If the shoulders are cut, the waist is as plain. Stretch the neck and show the neck, and the quality is exposed. Fangze has no addition, lead Huafu Yu. The clouds are ethereal, and the eyebrows are trimmed. Dan lips are bright outside, bright teeth are fresh inside, bright eyes are good, and Jing Fu inherits power. Magnificent and elegant, quiet and leisurely. Tenderness and flattery in words. The strange clothes are magnificent, and the bone image should be pictured. The brilliance of the cloth, the brilliance of the Yaobi. Wear gold and emerald jewelry, embellished with pearls to show off your body. Practice the literature of the long journey, and drag the light of the fog. The fragrance of the faint orchid is stumbling in the corner of the mountain. So he suddenly indulged in the body, in order to play. Leaning on the left and picking the flag, the right shade the laurel flag. The soil Hao wrist is in the gods, picking the Xuanzhi of the turbulent se. The rest of the affection is beautiful, and the heart is oscillating but not pleasant. Unscrupulous media to pick up the joy, relying on microwaves and excuses. May the sincerity be the first, and the jade will be appreciated. The belief and cultivation of the beautiful woman, the Qiang practice ceremony and the poem. Anti-Qiong is based on harmony and Yuxi, referring to the abyss and period. The money of the dependents is real, and I am afraid of the spirit of self-deception. Feeling the abandonment of words, hesitation and suspicion. Accept the harmony and quiet ambition, and Shen Li to prevent self-sufficiency. So Luo was enlightened, wandering and hesitating, and the divine light was detached, and the yin and yang were at first glance. The light body of the Zhu stands with a crane, if it will fly but does not fly. The pepper is coated with lush and intense, and the steps are thin and fragrant. The super long chant is eternal admiration, and the voice is mournful and long. Er is the miscellaneous spirits, the fate of the couple, or the play of the clear stream, or the god Zhu, or the pearl, or the green feather. From the second concubine of Nanxiang, with the traveling daughter of Hanbin. Sigh the incomparable melon, sing the solitude of the morning glory. Yang is light and sloppy, and the sleeves are trimmed to prolong. The body is swift and flying, fluttering like a god, Ling Bo is micro-stepping, and Luo socks are dusty. Impermanence is the rule, if the danger is safe. Enter the difficult period, if you go back. Turn your eyes **, smooth and jade. The words were not spit out, and the breath was like a quiet orchid. Gorgeous and graceful, it makes me forget to eat. So the wind was closed, and the waves were quiet after the river. Feng Yi sounded the drum, and Nuwa sang the song. Teng Wenyu rode with the police, and Ming Yuluan passed away. The six dragons are like their heads, the descendants of the cloud-carrying car, the whale salamander and the hub, and the waterfowl fly and defend. So the North of the Yue. After Nangang, Su Ling, back to Qingyang, moving Zhu lips to Xu Yan, Chen handed over the outline. The way of hating people and gods is different, and resentment is not appropriate in the prime of life. Resist Luo to cover up the tears, the waves of tears. The mourning will never be extinguished. Mourn the loss of a foreign land. There is no trace of affection to emulate love and dedicate the wisdom of the south of the Yangtze River. Although he is in the sun, he has always placed his heart on the king. Suddenly did not realize what he was abandoning, and the night was darkened. So he put down the mausoleum on his back, left his feet to God, imagined his feelings, and looked forward to sorrow. The reformation of the spirit body, the light boat and the trace. Floating in the long river and forgetting to return, thinking about Miandu. The night is sleepless, and the frost comes to the dawn. Command the servant and drive, and I will return to the east road. He tried to resist the strategy, but he couldn't go.