March of the sixth year of Zhongping is a good season for spring to shine, flowers all over the field, and to travel in spring. Countless dignitaries and nobles in Luoyang City, the children of high-ranking families or take famous horses, or drive Chinese cars, and bring their beloved relatives to play around. However, at this time, there was a dilapidated ox cart slowly coming from the southeast looking at Luoyang City, which was contrary to the nobles who were playing in spring.

"Uncle Zhong, has Luoyang City arrived?" A female voice with a childish voice asked.

The old man who was driving turned around and said with a low smile: "Second Miss Hui, there are still more than ten miles to reach Luoyang City." You can come out and take a look, and the majestic city in the distance is Luoyang. ”

A pretty ten-year-old girl hurriedly poked her head out of the horse curtain and saw a huge city in the northeast of the road in the distance in front of her. Looking at the city wall that is more than nine miles long and six feet high, I can't help but be dumbfounded. He muttered in his mouth: "The master of the Eastern Capital sighed and sighed, "It hurts to move people from customs. Zishi Qin people, the ...... of the pavilion"

A patchy Liangdu Fu suddenly blurted out, and the girl shouted happily: "Sister, sister, although Banlantai's "Dongdu Fu" is good, it has never been as beautiful as it has seen with your own eyes. Sister, come and take a look. ”

A soft and tactful voice came out of the car, and said, "My sister lived in Luoyang City with her father for several years in her early years, and she has seen it a long time ago, and there is nothing unusual about it. ”

The girl glanced at her sister dissatisfiedly and said, "Sister, you are too dignified. Although my fair lady and gentleman are good, but you are about to marry to Hedong now, if you don't take advantage of this time to have a good time, can you still be as free as your father after marrying into the Wei family? ”

The soft and tactful Qingli voice couldn't help but suffocate, and turned to a smile: "My sister has long passed the age of having fun......"

"Sister lies." The girl shouted, "I saw you smiling with flowers the day before yesterday, looking at the butterflies in a daze, which shows that you are still thinking about having fun." It's just that your father is on your side, and you have to pretend to be a lady again. Cai Bojiao, my sister is still young now, can't you let my sister remarry Hedong Wei two years later? ”

A thin old hand quickly patted the girl, and shouted angrily: "To call the name of the father is to be unfilial." It is unwise to persuade my sister not to cultivate her character and to be playful. It is unrighteous to intend to let the father marry his daughter and Hedong Wei later, so that the father loses his faith. I, Cai Bo and I, are wise, how can I give birth to a daughter like you, who is unfilial, unwise and unjust. I'm really. ”

The girl hugged her head and cried out in pain, then turned around and pulled her father's goatee and said, "Show talent, I don't know how to read." Filial piety and honesty, the father does not live. Hansu is as white and turbid as mud, and Gao Diliang will be as timid as a chicken. I'm not a man, so I don't want to learn these dirty morals and righteousness. ”

Without waiting for her father to retort, the girl directly reprimanded: "Father, you have been in Wu for 12 years, and I don't see the Hedong Wei clan sending someone to ask Jia Yue'an. Now that Wei's son is seriously ill and fearing that his life will be imminent, he sent someone to Wu Di in a hurry to summon him. He also agreed on a date to arrive in Hedong on a certain day in April. No matter how many miles there are thousands of miles from Wu to Chen, the rush of January is tired and tired. The brothers were not in Chenliu, and the family had no money left to buy dowry. This time, I came to Luoyang to ask for the old one, and if I didn't help from the old one, what would happen? ”

As soon as these words came out, the carriage fell silent as it was neutral. The girl thought about the anger in her heart, and secretly cried out in her heart: "If the Taishan Goat Clan treats me like this, I will not make them feel better." ”

After walking for several miles, I saw dozens of people standing quietly in an official pavilion, and there were nearly 100 servants behind them. Seeing the ox cart coming, someone shouted: "Is it Chen Liucai Bojiao?" ”

The coachman immediately responded: "It is my master, I don't know if the driver and others are the old friends who came to greet my master?" ”

"Exactly, I am Cao Mengde of Qiaojun, this is Yuan Benchu of Runan, He ...... of Nanyang"

The old man Cai Bo who was sitting in the car couldn't help but burst into tears, and muttered in his mouth: "It's been twelve years, and there are still people in Ruoyang City who remember Cai Bojiao...... Zhao Ji, Ming Ji, quickly help her father get out of the car, and your father can't be rude in front of old friends. ”

The girl pouted, and helped her father get out of the car with her sister, only to see the old father crying, trembling with his fists and saluting everyone, discussing the old love, but the girl turned her head to one side, ignoring the actions of this group of men.

When she entered the official pavilion, the girl seemed to have seen a strange thing, let go of her father, ran to the pavilion pillar, and stretched out her hand to unfold a half-rotten piece of paper. After not counting his eyes, he shouted: "Sister, sister, come and see the good text." ”

The sister, who was being peeked at by the middle-aged man named Cao Mengde, was suddenly relieved, took the opportunity to leave, and came to the girl's side. I saw that the paper was written in a font that I had never seen before, but the handwriting was as thick and thin as that of a beginner, and it was a little ugly. However, the words in it are vigorous and powerful, full of the sharp spirit of the writer, which should be written by a warrior.

Looking at the article again, the words "Luo Shen Fu" are written at the beginning. Luo Shen is the legendary goddess, the daughter of the ancient Fuxi clan, because of the fascination with the beautiful scenery on both sides of the Luo River, descended to the world. I think it was after the warrior swam the Luo River, he felt a feeling in his heart, and wrote a special article to show future generations.

Looking at the text again, my sister couldn't help but laugh dumbly, it is obviously a common slang term for the people, where is the special text for literati. It seems that this martial artist's literary style is not good, and he can't write a literati text. My sister's heart moved, but my sister also discovered the rude middle-aged man, and deliberately summoned him to relieve the siege.

My sister couldn't help but glance at her sister gratefully, but she saw that her sister was happily watching the text dance, but she didn't look like it. The sister had to calm down and look at the text carefully to see what kind of good text could make the eccentric sister greatly appreciate.

"In February of the sixth year of Zhongping, I came to Kyoto to take up a pilgrimage and swim in Luoshui. The ancients once said that the name of this water god is Mi Fei. Because he was moved by what Song Yu said to the king of Chu about the goddess, he made this fu. Fu Wenyun:

I set out from Kyoto, traveled eastward, carried Yique on my back, crossed the Yuyuan, passed through the valley, and climbed Jingshan. By this time the sun had set in the west, and the cars were sleepy and tired. So he unloaded his cart on the shore overgrown with rhododium grass and fed the horses in the field where the grass was grown. I walked in the Yanglin and looked at the vast Luochuan River. So I didn't feel in a trance, and my thoughts drifted away. When I looked down, I didn't see anything, but when I looked up, I found an abnormal sight, only to see a wonderful beautiful woman, standing next to the mountain rock.

…… Her figure is like a flying goose, graceful like a swimming dragon. The radiant face is like a chrysanthemum under the autumn sun, and the body is as lush as a green pine in the spring breeze. She appears and disappears like a light cloud and a moon, floating and drifting like a whirlwind whirling...... But when he holds the reins of the horse and raises the whip, he is stunned, lingering and attached, unable to leave. ”

The sister couldn't help but look at the text on the wooden pillar blankly, but her heart was like a tide. Is this a good text? As far as the style of Fuwen is concerned, this is just the country slang of the common people. Although he and others say it on weekdays, they are mostly half-literate and half-slang, and they often quote scriptures, if they are not well-educated, there is nothing to talk about.

However, the smoothness of the sentences, the beauty of the words, and the vividness of the metaphors can be understood by ordinary people. If it is written in the form of an essay, I am afraid that the beauty of this text will be even greater. The sister couldn't help but murmur in the form of a fuwen:

“…… Its shape is also, like a frightening flood, graceful like a dragon. Rong Yao autumn chrysanthemum, Huamao spring pine. The hair is like the moon covered by light clouds, and the fluttering is like the snow of the flowing wind. Looking at it from afar, it is as bright as the sun rising to the morning glow; Forced to observe it, the scorching waves appeared. The fiber is medium, and the fit is shortened. If the shoulders are cut, the waist is as plain. Stretch the neck and show the neck, and the quality is exposed. There is no addition to Fangze, and the lead is not resistant...... Order the servant and drive, and I will return to the master. He tried to resist the strategy, but he couldn't go. ”

"Okay, what a "Luo Shen Fu", Miss Cai really deserves to be the daughter of Cai Bojiao, who is famous all over the world, and in a short period of time, she can do such a wonderful good Fu. Soaring like a frightening dragon, graceful like a dragon. Rong Yao autumn chrysanthemum, Huamao spring pine...... Miss Cai is not self-defeating. However, with Miss Cai's appearance, she is like Luoshen, which is admirable. The man's eyes lit up, as if he had seen some rare treasure, staring at his sister deadly, wanting to hold her in his arms and show great affection.

My sister couldn't help frowning, she felt bad in her heart, and said coldly: "This is the wonderful gift written by He Tianming, the speaker on the wooden pillar in the pavilion, not by me." Since the god of Luoshen, hum, the concubine is such a willow posture, and he dares to compare with Luoshen. ”

Cao Mengde was choked by the sister, and immediately coughed in embarrassment. Cai Bojiao, who was talking to Yuan Benchu, smiled dumbly, turned to the side of the girl and her sister and asked: "Just now I was talking to Benchu, and my words couldn't help but be a little bigger, but I only heard Meng De say what Zi Luo Shen, daughter, what's going on?" ”

The girl gave her father a blank look and said, "You won't look at it yourself." Sister, let's go back to the car. After saying that, he took his sister's hand and ran to the ox cart.

Cai Bojiao was also very embarrassed, and invited Yuan Benchu to read the good text written on the wooden pillar together. At first glance, everyone couldn't help but sigh lightly, and after a closer look, they suddenly praised it one after another.

"Good, good, good writing, can make such good writing in country slang, I think it is done deliberately, the purpose is to let people in the world who know a little bit of writing can understand what they are thinking and thinking. And when we look at it, it can naturally be turned into a text,...... Practice the literature of the long journey, and drag the light of the fog. The fragrance of the faint orchid is hesitant in the corner of the mountain...... Wonderful. At the beginning, who was He Tianming, who was this Lang Lang, He Boqiu, isn't he from your clan? ”

He Boqiu raised his head and laughed, and said: "I have heard this name for the first time, if it is a child of my clan, it will be great." Unfortunately not. This son's literary brilliance is extraordinary, far superior to my generation, and I will take a pen and paper to copy it, and then return to my residence to study it carefully. ”

"I will ...... this very much."

"I'll ...... too"

A group of people called for servants and slaves, but Yuan Shao was thinking carefully about who this person was. People who can have such literary talents should not be unknown, why do they know nothing.

Cao Mengde, who was on one side, suddenly slapped his leg and shouted: "This son is not the former Taiyuan Governor, who was later recommended by Uncle Liu Huang, the pastor of Youzhou, and who has just been transferred to Luoyang for less than a month, He Bai He Tianming?" ”