Cao Cao's army defeated the Jiangdong army at Chibi, and that day the river was full of floating corpses and broken ships.

When it was over, Cao Cao stood in the dilapidated Jiangdong camp, panting, holding his sword to the zenith, and the blood on the blade of the sword still remained.

He stood upright and said in a trembling voice, "wins." ”

I stared at the sky for a long time, and there was no response. The hand slowly let go, the long sword fell to the ground, and there was a clanging sound, Cao Cao's footsteps moved slightly, turned around, looked at the surging river blankly, and knelt down.

"Sir, ······ wins"

Zhou Yu did not die in battle, he led the defeated army back and retreated to Danyang. Liu Bei, on the other hand, retreated to the south.

"Pear blossom stuffed, pear blossom stuffed."

The spring breeze blows across the south bank of the river, and on the riverside road, the liquor shops on the side of the road are selling pear blossom brew again. A figure came down the path, carrying a flask, and walking on the road with a swaying body, looking as if he was eight points drunk.

Until he heard the sound of pear blossom brewing on the side of the road, he turned his eyes sideways.

"Boss, two jugs of wine." The young man, full of wine, put a few copper coins on the wine shop.

The restaurant naturally didn't care whether the guests were drunk or not, so they just put two pots of pear wine and handed them to the young man.

The young man walked to the river, which was a pavilion, and he dragged himself into the pavilion, leaning against the railing.

Opening the wine jug, he raised his head and saluted the world and the world, and the big waves went east.

Finally, he slowly raised the flask to Jiang Xin.

"This pot, Brother Jingxian."

The flask tilted, and all the wine in the jug was poured into the river below the pavilion.

When the young man came out of the pavilion, he carried the remaining pot of wine in his hand, and swayed away, singing a little word in his mouth.

"The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes.

Success or failure turns empty.

The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.

On the white-haired fisherman river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.

A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet.

How many things in ancient and modern times are all paid in laughter and laughter. ”

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In the second year, Cao Cao went south again, completely conquered Jiangdong at one time, took the six counties of Jiangdong, and led the army back to Xuchang.

An empty courtyard in Xuchang is silent, and an old tree is planted in the yard, and a woman wearing filial piety clothes sits under the old tree.

The night was silent, and the quiet moonlight shone through the branches on the white clothes of the woman under the tree, and the gusts of evening wind shook the branches of the old tree.

The man under the tree sat next to the trunk of the tree, looking at the galaxy in the sky, holding a fallen leaf in his hand.

That year, she once asked Master.

"Master, Dad said that the troubled times are displaced, one day, will you also leave?"

At that time, Master replied to her, "No, Master will always be with you." ”

"Rustle." The evening breeze blew off a few leaves, and in the deserted yard, the woman whispered.

"Master, you lied to me."

Two years later, Cao Cao ordered Guo Jia and Xiahoudun to lead an army to capture Yizhou, and then directly enter Jiaozhou to unify the south.

Ma Teng of Liangzhou had no intention of fighting, and sent his heirs to Xuchang to show his surrender.

At this time, the world gradually entered the right track, the court and the central government held a large amount of land and financial resources, and the power of the family was controlled, but it was not destroyed, but always maintained a balance with the government. If the family cannot be controlled, it will become a big disaster, but if it can be controlled, their existence can promote the development of national strength.

In front of a compound, a middle-aged man walked out, with a calm bearing, and the former youthful spirit had already been concealed a lot.

Now Guo Jia has reached the rank of Liuqing, so naturally it is impossible to be the same as back then, even if he is pretentious, he must put on some steady bearing.

He stood at the door for a while, then asked the guard at the door, "Is there any letter today?" ”

After saluting, the guard shook his head: "No." ”

He was stunned when he first came, but now he is no longer surprised.

Every once in a while, Sima would ask him, and it seemed that Sima had been waiting for a letter all these years.

When Guo Jia heard the guard's answer, he nodded unexpectedly and walked back to the house.

"Fengxiao, if one day I'm gone, what I haven't done, how about you help me do something?"

Walking in the yard, Guo Jia remembered what she had said to herself, shook her head and smiled bitterly.

"Sir, you're sorry."

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After that, Cao Cao invaded the Western Regions and established the Western Regions Changshi Mansion. The feudal state system was abolished, and the whole country was divided into states and counties.

At the same time, academies were set up in various places, which were divided into township schools, county schools, county schools, and state schools, and the examination system was implemented.

Those who are excellent in township school can enter the county school, those who are excellent in the county school can enter the county school, and so on.

In the end, those who are excellent in state studies can enter the Chinese culture on the side of Xuchang, and those who are excellent in Chinese studies can be judged and entered. The name of this Academy of Chinese Studies is called Baijia.

There are countless sculptures in the academy, all of which are hundreds of celebrities, and one of them stands in front of the college.

The statue was not of any family, but of a scribe with a bookcase on his back, a staff in his hand, and a hat on his head, named Mr. Baijia.

Most of the books in Gu Nan's bookbox were used in the teaching of the academy, and the signature on the book was only one or two words, called Baijia.

Almost every student who has been admitted to the Chinese Academy will kneel and bow three times in front of the door of the school.

Zhuge Liang later lived in seclusion, as for where he lived?

Of course, it's still in that Nanyang grass house.

The flowers and trees in the yard bloom year after year, and when they are in full bloom every year, the white flowers are scattered in the courtyard, and they are really beautiful in the wind.

It was another year when the flowers and trees were in full bloom, Zhuge Liang sat under the eaves, looked at the flowers and trees, smiled, and asked to himself.

"Master Gu, is it wrong to shine, too wrong?"

He never went out of Nanyang again, he just wrote a book about what he had learned all his life in his own cottage.

Every time he wrote a book that he recognized as a book for people to read, he would ask Xiaojun to send it to the Baijia Academy in Xuchang, without signing, and when asked about the person who wrote it, he only said that he was a protégé of the Baijia.

Postscript: In the Wei period, the first teachers of the hundred schools collected all the books of the hundred schools, passed them on in the world, learned all over the world, and established hundreds of academies, which can be called the source of learning in later generations. Since then, all dynasties and scholars in the world have claimed to be protégés of a hundred schools.

By the city wall of Xuchang, a tall building was built, and one day, Cao Cao climbed to the top of the tall building.

At this time, he was already an old man, full of hair.

He held on to the railing, stood on the tall building, looked at the splendid rivers and mountains, and looked at every place he could see.

"Mr. Gu, have you seen it, the country is picturesque, so, it can be called a peaceful world, right?"

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On the bank of the river by the red cliff, a person was pushed onto the shore by the waves, and then, a black sword without a sword grid was also swept up by the river.

Gu Nan closed her eyes, seemed to feel a palm on her face and patted it, and a voice sighed and said.

"It's time to wake up."

She slowly opened her eyes, and she was lying on the riverside, Wuge was lying at her hand.

Only the cold river water slapped on her face, as if the voice just now was just an illusion.

She sat up and sat blankly by the river.

It's been a long time.

A fishing boat slowly rowed from the river, and an old man stood on it.

The old man was also stunned when he saw Gu Nan, as if he was surprised why this young man was sitting here.

Gu Nan opened his mouth and didn't speak for too long, so he could only ask in a jerky voice on the shore.

"Boatman, do you know what dynasty and generation it is at this time?"

Although the old boatman couldn't understand why the people on the shore asked this, he still answered while rowing away.

"Wei."