Wang Yun, a famous minister who once used to show beauty and discord to Lu Bu, is now not Situ, one of the three dukes, but Shang Shuling.

Shang Shutai is subordinate to the Shaofu and is not of high grade, but he controls the inner dynasty and is responsible for the implementation of the emperor's decrees and edicts, and almost has the power to do things. Since the Eastern Han Dynasty, government affairs have been published in Shangshutai, and the three dukes of the foreign dynasty have gradually been emptied.

In such a critical position, Dong Zhuo would never tolerate being held by the party, so Wang Yun seemed to be the spokesperson for the interests of the Xiliang warlords at this time.

Wang Yun is also quite tactful, not only has he become Dong Zhuo's confidant, but he even has a good relationship with party members and celebrities, and has a high reputation in Shilin. And this future dictatorial Wang Da Situ is now very hospitable, almost every three days for a small banquet, five days for a medium banquet, and ten days for a large banquet.

During this time, Lu Bu listened to Gao Heng's words and deliberately befriended Wang Yun, and the two sides fought hotly.

At this banquet, Lu Bu specially brought Gao Heng.

"This is the master of Lu Junhou, Gao Heng and Gao Yaoguang?" Wang Yun smiled like an old fox, enthusiastic and thoughtful, so that people couldn't find the slightest fault, he was simply a natural politician.

"Hmph, a man of fame and profit." On the opposite side of the banquet, someone made a provocative disdainful voice.

"This is Lu Ya Lu Jiefu, a disciple of Captain Wu, and he is also a young man, he is straightforward and fast-talking, and the master is not strange." The embarrassment on Wang Yun's face flashed for a moment, and he still looked like a smile.

"You are the Liaodong Gao Heng who boasted about establishing a heart for heaven and earth, establishing a life for the people, continuing to learn for the saints, and opening peace for all generations?" Lu Ya is a young man in his early twenties, his eyes are slightly dark, and he doesn't know if it's because he stayed up late at night to read or overindulged in alcohol, "It's really vain!" ”

"Being a scholar in vain, he is willing to fall, driven by a martial artist, and he still has the face to participate in the literary meeting?" A young scholar beside Lu Ya also looked disdainful, "Tell you, I am Zhou Lu, a student of Tai." Today's literary meeting, just because you also want to win the favor of Miss Niang? ”

Suddenly jumping out of such two annoying guys, Gao Heng didn't want to mention a lot of fire in his heart, but how could they look at the eyes of their rivals? What kind of young lady is that, and who is it?

What's going on?

Lu Bu glared coldly at the student Zhou Lu, but the martial artist in the other party's mouth touched his sore spot. Lu Bu didn't read much, and his current status was killed step by step, relying on force.

Zhou Lu was almost stunned by this gaze, and suddenly restrained his arrogance.

"Wenhui? What kind of literary meeting? Gao Heng looked at Lu Bu.

Lu Bu's face was a little twisted, and he explained.

It turns out that there are many beautiful singers and dancers in Wang Yun's mansion, and the themes of his banquets have always been varied. There are wine fights, there are more than throwing pots, there are also guessing the game or the skill of hunting, a few days on the turn, today's turn is the theme of the poetry will be beautiful.

According to the rules, the guests present had to write a poem to attract the attention of the beauty and toast to it. Guests can then choose their favorite Mei Ji from among the toasters to sit down and even spend the night together. If the poetry is too poor and can't be actively served by the beautiful girls, then it can only be assigned to the singing and dancing girls in the posture.

The beauties in Wang Yun's mansion are all arrogant and picky, especially the young lady who leads the dance, who is the most outstanding and has a high spirit.

Gao Heng was dumbfounded when he heard this, this ...... These celebrities of the late Han Dynasty really know how to play. Wang Yun's nightlife is too extravagant, no wonder he mixes so well, even Dong Zhuo and the party members have a great impression of him. It's really this method of buying people's hearts, and it's simply impossible to refuse.

"I'll tell you the truth, the last banquet was a hunting competition, I chased the stars with seven arrows, and made love with the young lady for a night, that taste ......"

No wonder Lu Bu, a martial artist, is not afraid of making a fool of himself, and even came to the poetry banquet, has he already fallen for Wang Yun's beauty scheme? But it's not right, this young lady is obviously not Diao Chan, and I don't know if Diao Chan is in Wang Yun's mansion now.

While Gao Heng was thinking about it, the servants served wine and food one after another. Then Wang Yun clapped his hands, the bell music played, and a group of singing and dancing girls dressed in light yarn and flowery branches walked in one after another, dancing as lightly as swallows.

Their clothes are obviously sprinkled with incense powder, and under the tulle, the red belly** and the snow-white and tender skin can be faintly seen. This looming temptation. Confusion is the easiest to make people's blood flutter.

These women all have delicate feather fans in their hands, sometimes covering their faces, sometimes flicking, their long sleeves are like flowing clouds, and they turn like a shock, which is beautiful.

At the end of the song, the singers and dancers all stopped in place.

Among them, the most eye-catching is the woman who leads the dance in the queue, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, a white jade face, and a slender waist.

Lu Bu even showed a look of lust and soul granting.

"Lan Ruosheng is in the spring sun, and the winter is still flourishing. I wish to reminisce about the past love, and feel the four seasons of love. Beauty is in the clouds, and the road to heaven is indefinite. The night light shines on the yin, and the long sigh is in love. Who says I'm worry-free. Crazy thoughts. Lu Ya jumped out at this time and took the lead in chanting a Han Dynasty Yuefu poem. Of course, this was not done by him, it was just a gesture of affection.

"Gao Heng, you are also a scholar, don't let others steal the limelight." Lu Bu threatened in a low voice, "Write a poem for me quickly, you must attract the attention of the young lady, and then let the young lady to me, and then I will definitely not treat you badly." ”

This young lady is just a beautiful lady who picks up customers, even if she is born beautiful, Gao Heng can't look down on her. Gao Heng has already thought clearly, the other party is definitely not Diao Chan who makes Lu Bu amazing and obsessed, Diao Chan is unparalleled in beauty, Wang Yun will never be willing to take it out and let people spoil it casually. If you want to spoil it, it has to be used to show beauty tricks.

If Diao Chan was not perfect, Dong Zhuo would probably not turn against Lu Bu for her.

Therefore, Diao Chan was either hidden by Wang Yun at this time, waiting for the opportunity, or he had not yet discovered Diao Chan's stunning color.

But the problem is that Lu Buming knew that this banquet was a competition for poetry, so he didn't inform himself earlier.

Gao Heng was convinced, but fortunately he could copy the poem, if it was someone else, how could he make a good poem in a hurry.

"Xiaosheng Zhou Lu, the day before yesterday, thinking of the young lady's voice and smile, I couldn't help but write a poem, please Wang Shangshu to evaluate." At this time, Zhou Lu also stood up with a anxious face, for fear that the young lady would be snatched away, so he cleared his throat, shook his head and groaned: "There are beauties, and they are graceful." Dancing and dancing, correcting sleeves and repairing. ”

The young lady covered her mouth and seemed to glance at Zhou Lu shyly.

Lu Ya and the guests were not to be left behind, and they wrote poems one after another in order to win the favor of the beauties.

"Gao Heng, you ......" Lu Bu suddenly became anxious.

"Liaodong Gao Heng, write a poem for Lu Junhou, I don't know if it's possible?" Gao Heng stood up and asked Wang Yun.

"This is a graceful thing, and it is indispensable." Wang Yun stroked his beard and smiled. (To be continued.) )