Chapter 24 Cai Yan appears, and Liu Hao composes poetry in seven steps!
The emperor...the emperor's uncle!
As soon as this name was announced, all the great scholars present took a deep breath, and their scalps were numb from shock.
Han clan clan members with such pure bloodline are half-masters of their ministers, and they must be looked upon with admiration no matter what.
Liu Yu, Liu Biao, Liu Yan and others are all clan members of the Han Dynasty, and now they are even more princes!
With this level of status, many people looked at Liu Hao with awe-inspiring respect.
He is only a teenager now, but he has such a great talent. In a dozen years, won’t he also be a dragon among men!?
When the time comes, you might even have to curry favor with him!
"I see, that's interesting."
Wang Yun's eyes lit up, he smiled faintly, and looked at Liu Hao with more and more interest.
Young people often have poor concentration, and it is difficult to hold on when they hear that high-ranking officials and generous salaries are in front of them.
Liu Hao was able to remain calm and composed, which showed that he did not take the governor of this state seriously.
"Regardless of his background or ability, this guy is definitely not a thing in the pool. You should try your best to make friends with him!"
Wang Yun thought secretly.
As soon as the name of the clan clan member of the Han Dynasty came out, everyone knew it and did not mention the matter of seeking an official position for Liu Hao.
All the great scholars began to drink and discuss countermeasures to dissuade Dong Zhuo from entering the capital.
As we talked, we finally got an idea.
The Taifu proposed that on the basis of introducing Dong Zhuo, he would also bring in a few other princes to serve as checks and balances.
Kong Rong, who was sitting in the corner, took a long breath and suddenly said: "It is rare for us to have this moment, and the state affairs are so troubled, why don't we write some poems?"
Yang Biao nodded slightly and said: "It will be at least a few months before Dong Zhuo enters the capital. There is no use sitting idle at this time, just as Master Kong said."
Composing poetry and reciting music is actually one of the hobbies of Confucian disciples.
But Liu Hao couldn't understand the pleasure of these people singing and shaking their heads...
Compared with the songs of later generations, it is really too dull and boring.
Several great scholars commented on past poems and poems, exchanged cups and cups, and praised each other, which was also a great time.
Suddenly, Lord Zhonglang Wang Yun pointed at Liu Hao and said with a smile: "I almost forgot that Liu Hao is here. My nephew Liu Hao, you are the best choice for your literary talent and martial arts. Why don't you come and compose the previous song?"
Everyone expressed their agreement, but Cai Yong was hesitant and said, stroking his beard: "Liu Hao, if you have something to gain, you might as well recite it and comment on it for all the adults. If not, there is no need to force it."
His apprentice usually did not show much talent in poetry, but the master was very considerate, and he did not want Liu Hao to show his shame in front of all the prestigious Confucian scholars.
Yuan Wei chuckled and said: "No, Liu Hao, do you know how to write poetry?"
There was a deep sense of disbelief between the words.
Kong Rong also followed suit: "Brother Cai, Liu Hao is extremely talented and has already made plans. Don't make us wait any longer."
Liu Hao nodded to Cai Yong, indicating that there was no problem, and fell into deep thought.
At this time, in the inner chamber of Cai Mansion.
A beautiful woman is listening.
She was wearing a flat-collar dress with the collar standing up, and with a slight movement of her body, her collarbone was exposed under her slender neck.
The soft silk fabric of clothes falls naturally like water, and the clothes material seems to be hanging on it.
This beautiful woman has a perfect figure, her skin is as white as snow, but her collarbones are exceptionally clear, or because she has no fat, her waist is slender and light.
Coupled with his intellectual temperament, the way he listens carefully at this moment is even more exciting.
Listening to many great scholars clamoring for Liu Hao to write poems, she seemed a little nervous. She grabbed the corner of her skirt and murmured: "Junior brother usually doesn't like to write poems like the scribes. What should I do now?"
I don't know whether it was a mental connection or something else, but while Liu Hao was thinking deeply, a light from the corner of his eye happened to fall on the curtain of the inner room, and he seemed to see the dark temples and pure face.
That kind of beauty and gentleness is extremely beautiful and not something ordinary women possess at all.
"With..."
Liu Hao stood up, and everyone stopped what they were doing, ready to hear what kind of poetry Liu Hao, who had just become a blockbuster, could write...