At this time, the sacrifice has begun, in the noise of the people, the drums are ringing in unison, and one by one the Wu dance actors with strange masks and exaggerated costumes have stepped on the widest stone road in Xudu City. The biggest show of the year www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" Pavilion has begun.

But Liu Ye is getting farther and farther away from the noisy crowd. He had already walked out of the city gates by this time. And his son Liu Yu has been handed over to the chief who guards the city gate and is familiar with him. Now he's going to an appointment, an important date, and the person who asked him is none other than the master of chess.

Liu Ye, who was walking outside the city, felt a little chill in his heart. On the first day of the first lunar month, at the time of the sacrifice, a day when thousands of people were empty, there were chance encounters without warning, casual conversations, and unexpected bamboo slips. This kind of situation is intertwined in his mind, as if forming a huge chess game, and the person who lays it out is this empty boy.

"On the day of the sacrifice, Sikong must not be in the house, as Sikong's son, where he goes, I'm afraid that no one will dare to ask. On this day, the people have to go to see the excitement, and there are not many people along the street, so talking to me at this time will not cause others to look sideways..... What's more, the person I am talking to is just a subordinate of Sikong Gongzi. There is also this bamboo slip, which actually said that the poem above was made by me. This.... The layout and this mind are the same as his chess moves, that is, there are no flaws, and the sharp edge is prominent. It's a little old, it's terrifying! It's horrible! ”

The more Liu Ye thought about it, the more shocked he became, and at the same time he admired it, and what made his heart jump even more was the poem on the bamboo slip. Not to mention that he didn't do it, even if he wanted to, he couldn't make such verses, this thought, this spirit, it was really .....

If this poem was written by this prince, Liu Ye felt that he should meet him no matter what, and ask him in person if the ambition in this poem was what he had in mind.

It's so curious.

Out of Xudu City, Liu Ye walked all the way to Yingshui, and then traveled east along Yingchuan for half an hour, and then saw a small hill in the southeast, he immediately walked towards the hill, and when he got to the bottom of the hill, he went around to the backlight, but saw a young man in a robe sitting on a protruding rock, and a tall black horse beside him was chewing the spring grass that had just emerged.

This person is Cao Pi. Seeing Liu Ye walking away, Cao Pi smiled and walked down from the stone, not making a gesture or giving up, but said: "Mr. came quickly, I am afraid that Bo Ying will not describe this place clearly enough on the bamboo slips, and Mr. will be tired to look for it for a while." ”

In addition to the poem made up to Liu Ye, the bamboo slips also describe this place of rendezvous, every time Cao Pi comes out of Ren Jun's military tun, he will see this small hill from a distance, the land here is very barren compared to other places in Yingchuan, as long as there are many stones, small hills, and protruding small stone bags, so there is no military tun and mintun here. Not even ordinary farmers. Not to mention the landlord's estate. It's a good place for secret conversations.

Liu Ye looked around when he heard this, and after making sure that there was no one near or far, he pulled out the bamboo slip in his sleeve, unfolded it, and read aloud: "The origin of the spring stone is a hidden dragon, and there is no trace of the beacon fire." Is the storm the heavens? Cast the crown on the ninefold. The dragon under the stone in the spring saw the beacon fire and showed its traces. Swing up, with the wind as the pavilion and the clouds as the crown. There is a cloud in the establishment of the government chapter of "Guanzi": "Life has the distinction of crown, service, valley, and field, and death, there are coffins, hangings, and ridges." This crown is the car and the crown, and the lower official thinks that he is not a dragon, and he does not have the courage of the wind and clouds. How to make such a great work. Although Xia Guan has never seen the seven-character poem, this role in Yuefu's "Song of Harmony" is bound to be magnificent. It is because the ambition and talent of the person who wrote this poem are far from being as good as the officials. Childe said that this work was made by the lower officials, and it was a shame for me! ”

Cao Pi smiled, at this time, there is indeed no seven-word Yuefu poem, but it is also coincidental that a poem that created a precedent for seven-word Yuefu is called Yan Gexing. The author is the original owner of the body he crossed, Cao Pi. This Cao Pi is not better than Cao Pi, but now by chance, he is still the pioneer.

"There is no one around now, and I won't hide it from my husband, this poem is written by me." After Cao Pi finished speaking, Liu Ye had a really like this expression, but he listened to Cao Pi's words and said with a smile: "But if you say that this is done by Mr., I am afraid that others will believe it more." If you say that the real dragon is the son of today, if you say Jiaolong, then it is natural that the royal family and the noble bloodline can afford it. Sir you...."

Liu Ye's face changed greatly when he heard this, and he shook his hand again and again: "Don't talk nonsense!" Don't talk nonsense! Xia Guan definitely didn't have such thoughts. ”

In the past few years, there have been rebellions everywhere, and Yuan Shu has already been called the emperor, setting a precedent, and now if you want to say who has the intention of becoming an emperor, it is a death. Feng Xuan Yun crown, with the wind as the car, with the cloud as the crown, this is even more powerful than being an emperor, that is what God can do. The emperor is just the Son of Heaven, this is a big rebellion The meaning is too obvious, although I know that Cao Pi is just talking casually, for Liu Ye, a scholar in a feudal society, he still can't stand it, no matter how decisive he is, if he wants to say rebellion, he must be instigated, otherwise he will not choose to take refuge in others instead of being self-reliant.

Cao Pi laughed, although Cao Pi's laughter was a little immature at this time, and he had a horn on his head, so it was a bit funny to laugh like this. But Liu Ye, who had seen his series of methods, felt a little creepy, and at the same time thought of a key point in his heart: "If this poem is really made by this commonplace, then wouldn't he..."

Liu Ye suddenly felt a little chill down his spine.

Cao Pi took a step forward, took the bamboo slip in Liu Ye's hand, received it in his sleeve, and said indifferently: "Well, it's indeed a lie, there are no poems today, and there is no style and clouds." ”

Liu Ye, who was taken aback by Cao Pi, was stunned when he heard the other party's words.

"I heard that Mr. was quite bold when he was in his hometown, but he was scared like this by a song of seven words, it was really... Alas! After finishing speaking, Cao Pi turned around and got on his horse, looking like he was about to leave.

The method of agitating is not a clever trick for a smart person like Liu Ye, and he doesn't feel anything when he hears Cao Pi belittle himself like this, but he now has a thousand words to ask, such as why he wrote this poem, why he called himself here, and the content of this poem... Who's in mind? Is it Gongzi Cao Pi? Or is it Sikong Cao Cao? In Liu Ye's opinion, this poem should be written by the current Sikong Cao Cao.

At this time, Liu Ye couldn't guess Cao Pi's thoughts, but he remembered his intention, didn't he just want to ask clearly, is the ambition in the poem what the son thinks?

So Liu Ye asked loudly: "Dare to ask Gongzi, who deserves this Fengxuan Yunmian?" ”

"I can't be sure, but I hear the heavens' mind. This year, when the rice flowers are in full bloom, please go to the paddy field in my paddy field under the jurisdiction of the general Diannong Zhonglang, and there is an apocalypse. The next time Mr. Wang's next time he sees me, don't be so surprised. ”

After finishing speaking, Cao Pi beat his horse and left. Liu Ye was left with a look of surprise.