Zhang Bao's next yard lives in his sister Zhang Xingcai.

She is Zhang Fei's eldest daughter, because of her mother Xiahou's birth night, Zhang Fei suddenly saw the Milky Way, so she took the nickname Xingcai. Zhang Fei is a vassal and elegant person, and he wants to cultivate a descendant of celebrities and gentlemen, but his eldest son Zhang Bao has been stubborn since he was a child, refuses to study, and only loves to dance knives and guns, ride and hunt for fun.

Since having the eldest daughter Xingcai, Zhang Fei's sinking mind has gradually become active again, so he pinned such a wish on Zhang Xingcai, and he also resigned himself to Zhang Bao's good martial arts.

Xingcai's appearance and temperament are all with his mother Xiahou's family, and under the deliberate cultivation of his father, he reads poetry and books to the fullest, and when he grows up, he really develops a quiet and graceful and good temperament.

At this moment, Zhang Xingcai was holding a volume of the anthology of Linzi Marquis Cao Zhi and Cao Zijian to read carefully. This anthology was sent by her grandfather with a letter last month.

Poetry is sexual, she loves Cao Zijian's poems and words, and also loves the backbone and outstanding bearing behind the poems, and she loves the impassioned and earnest heart of serving the country exuded by the poems. She has never seen Cao Zhi, but in her heart, a man should be like Cao Zijian's poem, "donating his body to the country, and seeing death as if he were going home".

She's read this anthology over and over again, but she can't calm down tonight no matter what.

There was a loud and noisy noise from the brother's yard next door, and the group of friends who were chasing chickens and lackeys had gone crazy. Zhang Xingcai couldn't help but shake his head: "I thought my brother would be calmer after he came out, but I didn't want to be so playful." ”

Since I didn't want to read, I simply walked to the courtyard to admire the moon and relax.

The autumn nights are breezy and filled with the scent of osmanthus flowers. Zhang Xingcai sniffed carefully, feeling slightly relaxed and happy, and his emotions gradually calmed down. It's just that the touch in my heart has always been with me and has never disappeared.

In the evening, when she played "Eighteen Beats of Hu Ji", the friend of the brother next door still remembered her.

Her parents and brothers only said that she loved poetry and books, but they didn't know that what she really cared about was her family and country.

She grew up before and after the Battle of Chibi, she was precocious since she was a child, and her parents witnessed it all the way from the blue wisps of the road to the creation of this foundation, and she was very impressed.

Brother Liu Feng and Brother Guan Ping of the second uncle's family, they helped each other and shared weal and woe in the most difficult years of their father's generation, which made her extremely envious. On the other hand, he can only be trapped at home, and he can't help him.

Although he has a man's ambition, he is a daughter.

Father and brother never realized that under her gentle and frugal appearance, a heart with eyebrows was tightly wrapped.

Until this evening, my brother and friend said the sentence "...... Sister Ling, this is the ambition of the eyebrows, ......". This sentence was like a morning bell, striking deeply in her heart.

After seventeen years, someone has finally been able to read themselves.

There was a burst of high-pitched laughter from the courtyard next door, which was the voice of his father Zhang Fei.

Zhang Xingcai suddenly frowned: "Father actually mixed up with my brother's group of friends? It was not uncommon for my brother's friends to drink and stay up all night. No, my father is getting old after all, and I have to persuade him to rest sooner. ”

In fact, in the Right General's Mansion, everyone was afraid of Zhang Fei, and even Mrs. Xiahou couldn't persuade him to do anything. Up and down the house, only Zhang Xingcai can make Zhang Fei "bow his head and obey orders", and also brine tofu, which is counted as one thing and one thing.

Zhang Xingcai felt sorry for his father, and after telling the maid to go to the back kitchen to prepare a pot of decanting soup, he put on a wind-blocking gown and walked slowly to his brother's courtyard.

Halfway through, a thought flashed through me: "Listening to my brother's name, that person seems to be called 'Boyo', and I don't know if he is still in the house at this moment......"

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But it was said that in Zhang Bao's courtyard, Zhang Feigao sat in the hall, and the juniors sat around.

In fact, with Zhang Fei's junior, it is really not suitable to stay for a long time, just because the juniors are afraid, it is inevitable that they will be restrained in their hearts and can't let go of their hands and feet to drink.

Fortunately, Jiang Wei had a lot of experience at the wine table in his previous life, and he always picked up some interesting things about the wine table, and under his deliberate adjustment, the atmosphere in the banquet was very warm, and there was no danger of being cold.

After a few glasses of wine, everyone was even more profligate. Zhang Feisu drank and had fun with this group of young people, and he had a rare feeling of returning to the past, which was also very enjoyable.

It's just that even though he has a lot of them, after all, he is old, and his patience is not as good as back then. I don't know how many rounds of wine have passed, and Zhang Fei is already a little drunk at this time.

Somehow, he felt quite close to Jiang Wei in front of him, so he pointed at Jiang Wei and said with a big tongue: "You... You doll, your martial arts are passable, and the amount of alcohol you drink is also very suitable... My appetite for Lao Zhang. However, in addition to practicing martial arts and drinking, young people also need to study. will be able to settle down the country immediately, and the horse can export into poetry, this is the person I Lao Zhang Zhenzhen admires. It's a pity that there are no such heroes in this world! ”

Zhang Fei was obviously a little drunk, and muttered to himself: "Hehe, but when it comes to reading, my daughter likes to read, if... If only she had a son, maybe she would be a person who is both civil and military... ......"

Zhang Xingcai walked to the door at this time, and suddenly heard his father mention him, so he didn't want to enter it rashly for a while, so he had to stop and say secretly in his heart: "Father is really, what are you doing in front of outsiders." ”

Jiang Wei was also a little upset at this time. As a person who crosses, even if he is not full of poems, he can still recite two famous articles simply, and he immediately said: "The general is not only a hero in the world, but also a predecessor of the wine country, the boy has a poem, I am willing to dedicate it to the general, talk about toasting!" ”

Zhang Fei shouted: "You doll can also compose poems? Rather... It's not ordinary, I don't think about it yet!"

Mi Wei didn't know that Jiang Wei had a talent for poetry, so he also shouted with his tongue: "Boyo read it quickly!" ”

The crowd followed and coaxed.

Zhang Xingcai, who was outside the door, heard the word "Boyo", his heart moved, and a trace of expectation faintly rose, and he shook his head again, and said in his heart: "He is a military general, even though he is coarse in music, but he has never heard of what good poetry that martial artist can make......

Just as she was thinking about herself, Jiang Wei had already raised her glass and got up, and said: "This wine banquet is full of joy, and there is a poem that has already been in my heart, don't vomit or be unhappy!" He cleared his throat and then uttered:

"You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning.

You don't see the sad white hair of Gao Tang Mingjing, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink.

Tiger Ben, Yu Linlang, will enter the wine, and the cup will not stop.

Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.

The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time.

The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name.

In the past, Linzi feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand years.

What is the owner's words, he has to sell the right gentleman.

Five-flowered horse, golden qiu,

Hu'er will exchange for fine wine and sell eternal sorrow with you. ”

This poem "Will Enter the Wine" is a poem written by the great poet Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty using the ancient title of Yuefu. Yuefu poems are a very popular format in the Western Han Dynasty, and Cao's father and son also do more poems on the theme of Yuefu. Therefore, the masterpieces of the Tang Dynasty were put in the Three Kingdoms era, and there was no disobedience at all.

After all, everyone in the hall is the second generation of officials who have opened and gone to school, and it can be said that they all know some poetry and literature. In particular, Zhang Fei's literary appreciation ability is even better. At this time, when I heard Jiang Wei chanting this Yuefu poem that has been passed down through the ages, I suddenly felt a vast and heroic air rushing to my face.

This poem is loud throughout, although the words are simple, but it is better to do it in one go, and it is based on the theme of wine, which is just the right time at this time, and everyone is applauded after listening to it.

Especially in Zhang Fei's opinion, this poem was really written in his heart. At this moment, he was very excited under seven points of drunkenness and three points of madness. He staggered to his feet, raised his glass and shouted: "A good sentence 'Eliminate eternal sorrow with you', happy, really happy!" Good poetry and wine, it is even more enjoyable! Come, boys, and fill this cup! ”

Everyone was full of excitement, and no longer whether they had the strength to do it or not, they all drank the wine from their cups.

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From the moment Jiang Weiyin read the first sentence, Zhang Xingcai has been deeply immersed in this atmospheric, optimistic and heroic poetry.

She stood under the corridor, fascinated, and chanted repeatedly:

"You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning.

You don't see Gao Tang Mingjing's sad white hair, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk......"

In her heart, the heroic works in this world are none other than Cao Cao's father and son's "Watching the Sea" and "Pickled Dew Xing", but the poems chanted by the person in the hall are catchy, and the momentum is even better.

It's a fool for a while.

"This is what men take ...... poetry"

After standing for a long time, a cool breeze blew through her neck, freezing her and making her tremble. Zhang Xingcai slowly came back to his senses.

Suddenly, she was eager to see the man who could read herself from the sound of the piano and read such verses.