"Just serve in the middle, we will all listen to you." Wei Zheng said again.

"Okay, then I'll be fine." Han Bo looked at the people around him and said in an impassioned tone.

Han Bo originally thought that these people were all literate, and since someone proposed a drinking order, he wouldn't either, so it was better to watch the battle from the sidelines, but he didn't expect to be pushed to the front by Wei Dazui and Changsun Wuji. He also didn't want to be looked down upon by these people, and wanted to be embarrassed for them, so he said: "Everyone's drinking order is just to break the word, right, refer to things as poems, etc., what I want is a new word game, some difficulty, but very charming, for the time being, call it 'words', I will show you a song." ”

Hanbo is the Song Ci that was highly respected by people in later generations, but now it is the Sui Dynasty, and even Tang poetry has not yet fully formed the style of the first generation, and Hanbo wants to use Song Ci to embarrass these great writers. I saw him leave the table and walk to the middle of the courtyard, with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, looking thoughtful. Everyone listened to Han Bo's words, and they all quieted down and watched Han Bo's performance. Wei Zheng and Eldest Sun Wuji glanced at each other, a little expectant and a little nervous. This cold waiter often does something unexpected, and it would be a bit embarrassing if he couldn't do it later.

Han Bo is also very depressed now, he really memorized a few poems in his previous life, but it has been many years, who has nothing to do and always thinks about it, and now he wants to use it, which can be described as racking his brains. Suddenly, Han Bo saw that in the middle of the moon, surrounded by a few thin clouds, cold and arrogant, he immediately thought of that famous work, and shook his head and recited:

"When is the bright moon? Ask for wine. I don't know what year it is in the palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world? Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

After groaning, Han Bo walked to the table, picked up a glass of wine casually, and raised his head to enter. At first, he wanted to use words to shock these people, after all, he was a child, and he always liked to be competitive, and then he chanted poetry, and he thought of his parents in that world, and he couldn't help but feel really uncomfortable in his heart.

Yan Mu always knew that Han Bo was talented, so when Han Bo made the words, he still smiled and twisted his beard and nodded, but when Han Bo finished reciting, Yan Lao couldn't sit still, and his hand trembled and touched the wine glass on the table. The eldest grandson Wuji has never seen Han Bo's realm of "people are crazy", but he heard that he was very powerful, so he took advantage of the wine order to see if it was true, but he didn't expect Han Bo to come up with a work that later generations felt was a treasure in the words, which really scared him. He lowered his head and kept repeating the two sentences "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny", and tears flowed involuntarily. His father died early, his uncle was far away, and his two best relatives left him like this, and when he heard Han Bo's chanting, how could he not make the eldest grandson Wuji burst into tears. It was not the first time Wei Zheng had seen Han Bo's magical performance, but he was still shocked and incoherent: "I want wine, wine, wine!" ”

Of course, the first time I heard Song Ci in the Sui Dynasty, and it was such a classic poem, as long as people who knew a little bit of poetry would be infected, not to mention that the people sitting at the table were all the elites of this era. So I saw that some of these people were drinking wildly, some were muttering and chanting, some were laughing wildly, and the soldiers over there also saw Wen Rao's heroism for the first time.

Han Bo was stunned, he didn't expect a poem to have such power, he still looked at the cultural atmosphere of this era. War and unrest, so that the people of this era learned to be strong, they face all kinds of misfortune and separation, experience all kinds of heartache and suffering, but also bear psychological depression and impulse, nowhere to vent, the literati through poetry to resolve, the generals with killing and conquest to vent. A good poem that can write about their inner feelings can really make them forget about their surroundings, forget all the people, and be in it. They need such words to express their long-suppressed anguish. Who does not have the sorrow of parting with their relatives, who has no joys and sorrows, Hanbo found a reason for them to vent. As a result, the backyard of the cold mansion has become a place for everyone to vent to their heart's content. In the following years and even decades, the literati of the Sui and Tang dynasties would inevitably think of Han Bo before composing poems, and when the bright moon would exist, so Han Bo had an additional name "Han Mingyue", which was also unexpected by Han Bo himself.

The banquet ended hastily in everyone's drunkenness, and everyone rested in the guest rooms of the Han Mansion, only Han Bo himself was still awake, he was lying on the couch, his hands were pillowed behind his head, his eyes were looking up, but he couldn't sleep. He thought a lot, a lot, his parents and friends in his past life, and the loneliness and confusion of this life. When he was trapped in the house by the fire, he thought about surviving, when Wei Zheng and Liu Hongji recruited his subordinates, he thought of getting ahead, and when Yang Guangfeng was in the middle of his five-grade service, he thought of being able to glorify his ancestors, but when he calmed down, he didn't know what he was thinking.

He can use the poems of later generations to prove that he is also a generation of literary heroes, he can also use advanced strategies and tactics to make the war no longer difficult and tragic, and he can also use various things he invented to improve the living standards of the people, but are these really what he wants to do?

He thought of the rebellion of the five dynasties after the Tang Dynasty, the great China of the Song Dynasty being encroached upon by the Jin, Liao, and Western Xia countries, the rise of Mongolia, the enslavement of the people of the Central Plains, the brutality and bloodshed of the Qing Dynasty's entry into the customs, the three massacres of Jiading in Yangzhou in ten days, the land reparations of the Republic of China, and the invasion and massacre by the projectile countries......

He feels that his heart is dripping blood, the strength and rise of a nation can make the people of this country have the guarantee of life and the happiness of life, and he now has the ability to avoid those tragic things in the future, he needs to do this, and he must do this. He felt that he had never been so sober and confident as he is now, and he not only wanted to hold his own destiny in his hands, but also the fate of the entire democracy on his shoulders, because he was a Chinese, a Chinese with a passionate and indomitable spirit!

Han Bo rolled over and got out of bed, pushed open the window, and looked up at the quiet sky, the moon was still bright, the dark clouds had disappeared, and the moonlight sprinkled in the courtyard, reflecting a faint light, which was a light of hope.

Han Bo had an irrepressible passion in his heart, and said casually:

"Zhao Keman, Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star.

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay in school for thousands of miles

Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name.

Idle over the letter tomb drink, take off the sword and kneel forward.

will scorch Zhu Hai and persuade Hou Huan.

Three cups of Turannuo, Wuyue is light.

After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit is born.

Save Zhao with a golden hammer, Handan was shocked first.

Two strong men in Qianqiu, Xuanhe Liang City.

The bones of the arson are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world.

Who can write Your Excellency, the white head is too mystical. ”

After groaning, he let out a long breath, and a smile appeared on his face. He knew that he had found his goal, that there might be a lot of unexpected difficulties, that he might die in disrepute, but so what. He can live his life silently and finish this life silently, but he can't do it, then it won't be his Hanbo. In this era, no one knows what will happen in the future better than himself, and only he can rely on the knowledge of thousands of years more than others to do these things. He is not a person of this era in the first place, who will think about these things after death, only if he does it, he will not regret coming to this life.

Standing quietly, his back was illuminated by the moonlight, and he looked unusually tall.

Han Yaozu walked in at some point and looked at his grandson silently. He listened to Han Bo's poems, and he couldn't hide the kind of youthful ambition between the lines, and he didn't know Han Bo anymore. Although Han Bo has proved again and again that he has changed from the moment he came back, the current Han Bo is the Han Bo who really makes people feel that he can be trusted, and he has the momentum of giving up his own hands and the pride of daring to be the first. Han Yaozu smiled, smiled sincerely, he could rest assured that this family, this family would be handed over to Han Bo. After that ancestor worship, he had such a thought, but he was still observing, until now he knew that he was right and that he should make a choice.

Han Yaozu walked to the window, patted Han Bo's shoulder and said, "Child, are you okay?" ”

Han Bo was stunned, and when he looked back and saw that it was his grandfather, he smiled: "It's okay." ”

The grandfather and grandson didn't say anything more, just stood quietly, enjoying this peaceful moment.

The second Hanbo got up early in the morning, from now on, he has to prepare to achieve his goal, first of all, his body must be stronger, so he went to the courtyard and began to do radio gymnastics in his previous life according to his memory. Wei Zheng and the eldest grandson Wuji drank too much yesterday, and they couldn't sleep because they had a splitting headache and came out, and when they saw Han Bo doing strange movements there, they all came over to take a look.

"What is Childe doing here early in the morning?" Wei Zheng asked.

"Exercise, how's it going, are you coming?" Seeing the two of them coming, Han Bo did it as he could.

"These weird movements can exercise the body?" Eldest Sun Wuji asked suspiciously.

"yes, I don't believe you try." "If you do it every morning, your spirit will get better, and if you do it regularly, it will be of great help to your muscles and bones." The persuasive Han Bo began to teach.

Wei Zheng and Eldest Sun Wuji looked at it and followed suit, it didn't hurt to do it anyway, they thought so in their hearts.

So there was a strange phenomenon in front of the house of Hanbo in Hanfu, three men stood in a row, shouting "one, two, three, four" and doing strange movements, and the people who passed by looked at the three people in front of them with surprised eyes from time to time, and ran away quickly after a while.

After the exercises, Han Bo and the others were covered in sweat, and they went back to their rooms to wash up and sit down in the front hall. Yan Mu and Liu Zhenghui left early because they had something to deal with, and Zhang Fangluo's group of soldiers still didn't get up, only Yuwen Chengdu was waiting for Han Bo here.

Han Bo saw Yuwen Chengdu and smiled, "General Yuwen is early, have you had breakfast?" ”

Yuwen Chengdu saw Han Bo and the three of them come in and said, "No, I have something to discuss with Han Shizhong, and I don't have to have breakfast." Looking at Wei Zheng and they said: "After sending His Majesty away yesterday, I still think that it is better for me to go back in person, after all, the princess is still safe at the house of the servant, and there is no one around His Majesty to guard there these days, I am still a little worried, if His Majesty's will arrives and the princess needs to go back, I will have to trouble the cold servant to escort along the road." ”

"Oh, that's it, okay, General Yuwen can rest assured, I will also go to see Your Majesty when the time comes, just in time to escort the princess." Han Bo thought about it, the book in the book workshop should have begun to be printed, and the first "Analects" in his hand also happened to need to be sent to Yang Guang, and there were still some things that needed to be with Yang Guang, so he agreed.

Yuwen Chengdu stood up and saluted: "Then there is Lao Han in the middle, I will leave first." Then he strode towards the gate of the house, where his soldiers were already waiting.

The three of Han Bo sat down and began to talk about the matter of the eldest grandson Wuji. Wei Zheng was very curious about Han Bo's value for the eldest grandson Wuji, he knew that Han Bo would not be untargeted, but he was a little surprised when he saw him for the first time. The eldest grandson Wuji had the same idea about Wei Zheng, and always felt that the person who Han Bo could afford must have some great ability, so the two admired each other but competed with each other.

"Brother Wei listened to the words of the waiter last night, how did he feel!" The eldest grandson Wuji arrived first.

"If you hear the sound of immortals, your mouth will suddenly open." Wei Zheng replied.

"Brother Wei, can you make a song too?"

"I haven't thought of how to start in the next moment, so why don't you come first." Wei Zheng kicked the ball back to the eldest grandson Wuji.

"Haha, Brother Wei didn't even start, I haven't started yet, no, no, I'm still a good servant!" Eldest Sun Wuji said with a smile.

The two of you are talking to me, Han Bo sat there and wanted to laugh, how did it feel a bit like a fight. Han Bo said to the eldest grandson Wuji: "The auxiliary machine has great talents, why haven't you come out yet?" ”

"Hey, what's wrong, my father died early, and my uncle was also demoted, so I don't have much interest in being an official." The eldest grandson Wuji shook his head.

If Han Bo believed him, he probably would have sold sweet potatoes. You must know that after the death of Han Shimin, the eldest grandson Wuji still controlled the government for many years, if it wasn't for the female emperor Wu Ze at that time, it is estimated that the eldest grandson Wuji would have to stay in the position of prime minister until he died. If he doesn't look like an official, the ghost will believe it.

So Han Bo smiled and said: "Hey, it's a pity, the court lacks a good official who is a prime minister." ”

The eldest grandson Wuji actually didn't expect Han Bo to value him very much, just because Han Bo was an official at his age, and the eldest grandson was very curious, so he came to see it, but after Han Bo finished this sentence, the eldest grandson really saw Han Bo's skills. This is to be able to see people's hearts, the eldest grandson Wuji was very surprised, and he didn't say anything, and looked straight at Han Bo.

Han Bo was stunned when he saw a sentence, and knew that the effect was there, so he continued: "Actually, if you don't want to be an official in the court, my book workshop here still needs a talented person like the auxiliary machine, and I am ready to do a few more things, and the auxiliary machine can help." Looking at the expression of the eldest grandson Wuji, he asked, "I wonder if the auxiliary machine is willing to help me?" ”

The eldest grandson Wuji was originally like that, but now that Han Bo invited him, he was also happy to push the boat, so he said: "Han Shi is willing to carry him, and the auxiliary machine accepts it with a cheeky face." He stood up and bowed deeply to Han Bo.

Han Bo hurriedly stood up and helped the eldest grandson Wuji: "There is an auxiliary machine to help me, and I will get twice the result with half the effort!" ”

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