Liu Biao lay in the quilt, his eyes filled with blood.
There was paper and pen on the desk in front of me.
The paper is the best bamboo paper. The paper is white in color, with the unique fragrance of bamboo. The medicinal smell in the room is a bit lighter and more elegant.
But Liu Biao was in a very bad mood.
After returning from Shi Sun Rui's camp, he sat there, thinking hard, but he couldn't find any idea. After most of the ink he had been drilled, he couldn't write a word.
The door hurdle sounded softly, and Mrs. Chen walked in, followed by two maids, one holding a table of food and the other carrying a tea set.
Mrs. Chen glanced at the empty paper on the desk, sat down beside the bed, and waved her hand again.
The maids responded, put down their things, stepped out, and brought them to the door.
"I just went to meet Mrs. Cai." Mrs. Chen stretched out her hand and put the paper on the table neatly.
Liu Biao turned his head in confusion. "Which Mrs. Cai?"
"Cai Degui's sister, Huang Chengyan's wife."
Liu Biao suddenly realized, "Oh" and then said, "I'm sorry for you."
When he was in Jingzhou, Cai Mao intended to get married, but was stopped by Mrs. Chen. Mrs. Chen came from a high school and looked down on businessmen like Cai from the bottom of her heart. In addition, Huang Chengyan refused his invitation and refused to enter the curtain. The relationship was a bit stiff.
Mrs. Chen almost never interacts with Huang Chengyan's wife Cai.
Now Mrs. Chen takes the initiative to visit Mrs. Cai, naturally because he is in a difficult situation, only Mrs. Cai can help. Mrs. Cai’s husband, daughter is a master craftsman who is valued by the emperor, and her son-in-law is the confidant in front of the emperor, with a long influence.
Bigger than Pang Tong.
"It's okay, it's my duty to be able to do something for my husband and Bo Yu."
Liu Biao sighed. "What did Mrs. Cai say?"
"Mrs. Cai said that according to what she saw and heard, the emperor's attitude towards the Confucian school was never a confrontation, but a transformation."
Liu Biao frowned slightly. "Renovation? How to transform?"
"Take your strengths, make up for your weaknesses, and practice them yourself. Return to your original intention and be kind and love as the basis."
Liu Biao thought about it and realized it a little. "So, the emperor hopes that I can reflect on the mistakes of Confucianism?"
Mrs. Chen nodded. "The emperor was transformed by the two capitals, and he was alone and still valued family affection. Therefore, Liu Bei was able to restore his clan in Pengcheng. Liu He and Liu Ye were close to each other and on the frontier. The husband was famous in the world, if
If you can help the emperor, how can the emperor not use it?"
Liu Biao let out a sigh of relief and felt much more relaxed.
He had always had such an idea, but he was not sure. With the information provided by Mrs. Cai, it would be much more reliable. If Shi Sun Rui added to the reminder, he would be at least 80% sure not only escaped, but maybe he would also
Can keep the evening festival.
He will summarize the gains and losses of the Confucian school, and his persuasion is naturally much stronger than Xu Jing, Lai Min and others.
He was not only a great scholar with profound knowledge, but also a magistrate in charge of Jingzhou. In terms of the combination of knowledge and action, no one in the world can surpass him. Others either can only talk empty talk and have no experience in governance, or
Although he has experience in governance, his academic education is not heavy enough.
Even Yang Biao is not as good as him - Yang Biao has always been a Beijing official, and Shi Mei has not had much experience in the local area.
There have been things like Huang Wan and Wang Yun before, but they... are all dead.
Thinking of Huang Wan, Wang Yun, Liu Biao suddenly felt emotion, and he thought of more fellow men.
For example, Li Ying, Chen Fan.
The words that Shi Sun Rui said once again came to his mind.
What progress have the party members made in the past twenty years?
No, there is no progress at all, but it has regressed a lot.
Seeing that Liu Biao was in a daze, Mrs. Chen quietly got up and retreated.
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Yixian.
"Come on the crossbow!" Yuan Shu shouted in a low voice in anger, throwing the bow in his hand to the ground. "What a broken bow, it's not accurate at all."
The slave beside him quickly sent a crossbow with a good one, and at the same time picked up Yuan Shu's gorgeously decorated horn bow and put it in the bow bag.
A bow is a good bow, but Yuan Shu's shooting skills are too bad.
Yuan Shu raised the crossbow in his hand, aimed at the hare in the distance, and pulled the crossbow machine.
The crossbow arrows ran away, but fell a foot away. The hare was frightened, jumped up and disappeared into the grass.
"Who?" Yuan Shu was furious. "Who scared away Naigong's prey?"
The slave was speechless and was thinking about who to send to be beaten to make Yuan Shu vent his anger, but he saw a knight running in the distance. He had a good eye and saw that it was a cavalry that was teleporting the imperial court documents at first sight. He quickly reached out and pointed.
"The lord is the news from the court."
"Court?" Yuan Shu muttered, his anger reduced by 70%. "So what's wrong? Could it be that Xian Yufu and the others caused trouble?"
The emperor will be in Pingli Dayue. As the governor of Youzhou, Yuan Shu sent Xian Yufu, Tian Yu and others to participate. Those who have never been to the capital and have never seen the emperor. Whether they will cause trouble will be caused by Yuan Shu has never been cleared.
While speaking, the knight rushed to Yuan Shu and strangled his mount. A follower of the knight came forward to check the document, then took out a sealed bamboo tube and handed it to Yuan Shu.
Yuan Shu took the bamboo tube, checked the sealing mud, opened the cover, took out the green capsule inside, looked at the inscription on it, and couldn't help but feel moved.
Therefore, the prefect of Bohai was the governor of Jizhou, and Yuan Shao apologized for guilt and wrote a letter to the deputy.
Yuan Shao became the old prefect of Bohai? This is because he was dismissed.
Should!
Yuan Shu was in a good mood and quickly opened it and read it carefully. After reading a few words, he laughed and patted his thighs and said, "This must have been done by Guo Tu."
Seeing Yuan Shu happy, the slave of Chang felt relieved and asked intriguedly: "How did the lord know that it was made by Guo Tu?"
"These things are all embarrassing things when Maids and Sons were young. Most people don't know them and dare not write them if they know them. Only Guo Tu." His eyes rolled and said, "But they are the hypocrite who is shameless in maids and Sons.
Sect, if you have a breath, how can you let Guo Tu write something like this? Could it be that this maid is dead?"
He thought about it and shook his head again. "No, if he is already dead, why should he apologize?"
He thought about it but couldn't figure it out, so he had to press the curiosity and continue to look down.
This apology for a long time was read by Yuan Shu, but he was not tired of it at all, but instead he was still a little impressed.
"There are still many things I haven't written." Yuan Shu smacked his lips.
"Master, there is still here." Qian Nu reminded.
Yuan Shu picked it up and found that there was another edict, which was very brief, just saying that this apology was written by Yuan Shao. The emperor pity his self-reflection and would print it to the world.
Yuan Shu raised his thumb. "Gao, really high, that should be like this, making him notorious."
He stood up, paced back and forth for two steps, suddenly stopped, and said to Chang Nu, "Zhang Nu, tell me, do you want to let the maid and son be buried in the ancestral tomb?"
Qian Nu looked confused. He was just a general, so how dare he ask such a thing?
Fortunately, Yuan Shu didn't plan to ask him, but just said to himself: "I think he should be buried in the ancestral tomb, otherwise the people in the world would say that I was not tolerant enough and a little chick. I, Yuan Shu, aren't that kind of person?
?I not only want to bury him in my ancestral tomb, but I also want to carve a monument for him."
He shook the thick apology in his hand and grinned.
"If such a good article is to be used as a precept for future generations, wouldn't it be a pity not to engrave a monument?"