As Liu Bei thought, this banquet did not have any results except for long sighs.

Neither Lu Zhi nor Yang Biao had the solution and courage to solve the problem, and they were powerless to manipulate it in the face of some fighting trends within the eunuch group.

They are not revolutionaries, they can't even be reformers, and even if they can stick to their hearts and be themselves in the trend of the times, it makes no sense for them.

So Liu Bei saw through the incompetence and helplessness of the scholars on this day, so he didn't have any expectations for them.

And after this banquet, he began to think about his future path.

Whether it is Yang Biao or Lu Zhi, they also have fame and ability, but they do not have the courage and action to reverse the collapse of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

The two representative figures who stood at the top of the late Han Dynasty were nothing more than that, and so were the elites of the late Han Dynasty.

The Eastern Han Dynasty is probably exhausted, and none of the so-called heroic heroes can end the troubled times after all, this is not a compromise product for change but to maintain the old order, and it may also come to an end in continuous internal friction.

As a member of the Han family, what can he Liu Xuande do?

What is his ultimate goal?

At this moment, Liu Bei began to think seriously about this problem.

In addition, he continued to be his own little expert in debate and a great poet saint of the Han Dynasty, running back and forth between the three points and one line of Shangshutai, debate gatherings and family, constantly improving his ability to run errands, and constantly improving his ability to debate and write poetry.

As a result, Liu Bei's reputation grew, and although he was only twenty years old, his reputation was no less than that of some veteran scholars.

Because of such fame, he can meet his fans when he works in Shangshutai, and when he goes to other government offices because of his work, he can also meet his fans.

These fans have provided him with great convenience in terms of official business, no matter whether there is anyone waiting or not, he always ranks first in what he wants to do, and completes it as quickly as possible, so he can always get the praise of the chiefs of Shangshutai, praising him for his quick work and diligent hands.

Because of this, he belongs to the absolute core figure in his circle of friends.

After Liu Bei came to Luoyang, he relied on his own social connections and Lu Zhi's support to meet many people.

Relying on Lu Zhi's recommendation, he met the second and third generations of Lu Zhi's circle of friends in Luoyang, and entered the core layer of this scholar circle.

Ma Yong, the son of Ma Riyan, and Han Ju, the son of Han Xu, were friends with him, admiring his literary brilliance and his knowledge of scriptures.

Entering the communication circle of the children of this senior scholar, and then having the identity of the Han clan, Liu Bei is equivalent to booking the next ten or twenty years of official career, as a former weaver and peddler, he is undoubtedly excellent and successful.

So Liu Bei was very happy.

He forgot all his sorrows for a while, forgot the ups and downs he had seen along the way, and he just wanted to feel the sunset of the Eastern Han Empire for a while in this short time.

Until he had to stand up and face everything head-on.

Right now, there is Lu Zhi to shelter him from the wind and rain, so in addition to normal socialization and work, Liu Bei gives all his time to Han Ning and Han Xiaodie.

Speaking of which, after Liu Bei became famous, because he was married, Lu Zhi's friends all regretted and regretted it.

After Liu Bei's fame grew, because of his romantic poetic style, he was not only praised and sought after by scholars, but also appreciated by the women in Luoyang City.

Especially those Huaichun girls who are waiting for the boudoir, after reading the poems written by Liu Bei, they have many unrealistic fantasies about him, such rumors were known by Han Ning and Han Xiaodie, and they suddenly felt nervous, so they looked at Liu Bei more strictly.

As long as Liu Bei is fine, as long as he is at home, Han Ning and Han Xiaodie will never leave.

The night is their home field, and every time they have the opportunity, they must let Liu Bei go until they are so tired that they can't lift their heads, which is called enhancing the relationship between husband and wife.

Of course, Liu Bei knew why, so he stroked the smooth faces of the two to comfort them.

"You don't have to be like this, I'm already a family man, which of those daughters in Luoyang City who is not a wealthy family? Who will surrender himself to be my concubine? Am I the king? Or am I the emperor? Can I make them my concubines? ”

Han Ning and Han Xiaodie think about it, and it makes sense.

No matter how much the daughters of those big families admire Liu Bei's talent, they will not surrender themselves to be his concubines, even if they are willing, the family will not agree.

So the two were willing to spare Liu Bei.

But they are still not satisfied.

"Lang Jun is so talented, why can't he write a poem for the two of us to express his heart?"

Han Ning hugged Liu Bei, puffed out his cheeks, and looked at him with a dissatisfied expression, as if he had grown up eating cuteness.

Han Xiaodie also nodded vigorously beside Liu Bei - this little girl relied on Liu Bei's favor, at least in the bed, she already felt a little cute and cute, and she had lost the initial shyness and careful sense of alienation, and became extremely clingy, and drilled into Liu Bei's arms whenever she had a free time, which was very cute.

So Liu Bei laughed dumbly.

Of course, there are these ancient poems of love and love, but they are basically lovesick, except that Wushan is not a cloud, life and death and the like.

We live so happily, we get together every opportunity, and the chainsaw can't be sawed, how can we be lovesick? How to live and die?

If you really want to be original, the brazen Liu doesn't have that ability, so he can only rely on being a copyist to plagiarize the poems of the Tang and Song people, how can he write any love poems for Han Ning and Han Xiaodie?

So Liu Bei took the two beautiful girls in his arms and kissed them one of them.

"We're all like this, do you still need me to write poems to express my affection for you? You two, who doesn't know how much I like you? ”

As soon as these words came out, Han Ning and Han Xiaodie's bodies were half crispy, and they suddenly softened, and there was no longer a small emotion.

Indeed, Liu Bei treated them very well.

Even if Han Xiaodie is not pregnant and has a child, she is not even a concubine, but Liu Bei also loves her very much, not to mention Han Ning as a wife.

The family of three is quite stable so far and will remain stable for a long time.

In terms of life and work, Liu Bei has achieved a good balance, and he makes full use of the twelve hours a day, work, friends, teachers, and family members, and can be called a master of time management in the late Eastern Han Dynasty.

And just when Liu Bei was indulging in this comfortable daily life, the arrival of an uninvited guest disrupted all his plans.

One day in mid-April of the fourth year of Guanghe, Liu Bei finished his five-day work and went home from work in Shangshutai as usual.

Because tomorrow is a day off, he is ready to accompany Han Ning and Han Xiaodie at home - a few days ago, because the imperial court needed to deal with the Jiaozhi rebellion, a time management master like Liu Bei was also forced to work overtime, and he didn't get along with Han Ning and Han Xiaodie for several days.

finally got to the rest of the day, not to mention that the women couldn't stand it, and Liu Bei himself couldn't stand it either.

As a result, before he could do anything when he returned home, the porter suddenly came to report that a guest had come to visit and brought a greeting post.

Guest?

Liu Bei looked at the sky and found that it was almost sunset, and it would be curfew soon.

Liu Bei took the post and looked at it casually.

Then the pupils shrank and breathing stagnated.

On the worship post, there are six big characters written [Peiguo Cao Cao Mengde].