"From the morning and go out to the floor to entertain the mood.
See the vastness of Taifu. See where the holy virtue is built.
The tall gate is so rugged that it is floating in the two gulfs.
Standing in the magnificent view of the middle heaven, the flying pavilion is in the west city.
The long flow of the Zhang River is waiting for the prosperity of the fruits in the garden.
Looking up to the harmony of the spring breeze, listening to the sorrow of the birds.
The sky is now standing. My family is willing to succeed.
Promote benevolence and transform into the world. Be honest and respectful in the capital.
Only Huan Wen is prosperous, how can he be as strong as the wise and wise as the wise.
The beauty is gone, and the benefits are spread far and wide.
The wings support my royal family and will be brighter in all directions.
The same rules as the heaven and earth, the sun and the moon are the light.
I will live forever and be proud and unlimited. I will live forever in the East King!"
On the north of Yedu City, on the banks of Zhang River, a magnificent palace built on a building more than twenty feet high. There are guests. A young man in a 10-year-old in uniform was reciting a poem with a slight sound. His voice was swaying and passionate. After a sing, he immediately aroused a cheer from everyone.
Zhong Yao, the captain of the Sili School, exclaimed: "Good. Good fu. This fu is gorgeous and grand. Even if it is placed in the Han fu works that lasted and lasted for four hundred years, it is a rare fine product. The eldest son can actually make such a good fu. It really makes me and these ministers ashamed."
Zhong Yao was already a famous literary scholar at this time. He was so praised by him. It can be seen how high the level of this poem is.
The young man in the gorgeous clothes bowed and said in a gentle manner: "Sir, I praised it. This kind of good gift was not actually done by the boy. It was made by my father when he was happy yesterday. The boy read it interestingly and memorized it. Today, seeing the grand occasion of the Tongque Tower, I couldn't help but feel it and recite it."
"You can teach me..." Seeing that he was so well-educated at such a young age, Zhong Yao and others couldn't help but nodded in praise. There seemed to be something else in their eyes when they looked at the boy.
Xuzhou Governor Chen Deng blurted out and exclaimed: "This fu was written by Duke Jin. I didn't expect that Duke Jin could even make such a beautiful article. Duke Jin is a real god. I am afraid that my subordinates will be unable to match this life." After his words, the counselors around him immediately agreed.
At the high position in the palace, even though Wen Yuan had practiced the tenth level of Qi cultivation in recent years, he could not help but blushed by the praises from the ministers.
Isn’t it just a song "Fu of the Pinquet Platform". I learned it in the textbook when I was in school. The educational method of the previous life made Wenyuan remember these things in his mind. Yesterday, he arrived at the Pinquet Platform. Wenyuan looked at the platform and accidentally remembered the song "Fu of the Pinquet Platform" written by Cao Zhi. He wrote it down based on his memory. He didn’t want to be seen by Ning'er. He memorized it all night and didn’t say it. He was unexpectedly publicized in public.
Wen Yuan looked at Ning'er's pretty and handsome face, and couldn't help but love and hate her. He sighed secretly: "Son, what are you going to make a fuss? Can't we learn to be more low-key?"
But speaking of this era, people probably have never eaten genetically modified food and have never consumed carcinogens mixed with too many additives. They have a very good memory. Yang Xiu and Wang Can are famous for not forgetting any article. They can recite it like a stream by reading it once. Although my son is not so exaggerated, it is not much different. I just read the manuscript he wrote several times. I can recite it well today. How can this cleverness and cleverness prevent Wen Yuan, who is a father, feel glamorous?
Wen Yuan had read the poems of everyone. He narrowed his eyes and waved his hands and smiled, "The masterpieces of all the masters are too famous. It's just a lucky draw..." No matter who doesn't like to listen to good things, Wen Yuan's humble words, but his heart is secretly happy. If he was still in his previous life, he would be an unknown little person at this time. How could he be as powerful as he is now and holds the world's bull ears.
Wen Yuan paused and said, "Now Liu Bei in Jingzhou, Liu Biao has not been destroyed. Cao Ang in Runan has not been transformed. There are also Sun Quan in Jiangdong, Liu Zhang in Yizhou, Zhang Lu in Hanzhong... The road ahead is still long. You still need to encourage me. The revolution has not been successful. You still need to work hard..."
Several ministers who responded quickly roughly understood what "revolution" means. The lord always creates some fresh words and explains it. It is reasonable. Over time, the ministers become accustomed to it.
As soon as Wen Yuan finished speaking, a tiger general strides forward: "Why should Duke Jin be worried? Today, the one who dares to be hostile to the lord is just Liu Bei in Nanyang and Cao Ang in Runan. The rest are all busy. The last general is willing to lead the troops in Guanzhong. He will defeat the Rising South and then capture Cao Ang."
Wen Yuan looked closely and saw that the general was wearing a martial arts crown, with a square and elegant appearance. He had three strands of beard floating under his jaw. He was wearing a white robe and black armor, and a lion belt around his waist. He was considered to be handsome and majestic. It was Xu Huang, the leader of the Yongzhou Legion of Wen Yuan...
"The last general is willing to lead my Xiliang Jianer to help General Gongming with his arm." As soon as Xu Huang finished speaking, a heroic general with lion helmet and silver armor stood up beside him. The face of this man was like a jade, his eyes were like a meteor, his tiger body, ape arms, and his belly was full of wolves. The whole person was standing that way and it made people feel a lit up. It was Xiliang Ma Chao Ma Mengqi.
The second generals came out. Another burst of laughter among the generals: "Nanyang is closer to Sili than Guanzhong. Gongming and Meng Qi are competing for the first place. So how few are the last generals?" Wen Yuan looked again. The laughing general was eight feet tall, wearing a silver robe and silver armor. He had sword eyebrows on his temples. His eyes were as bright as stars. He was handsome and majestic. Isn't it who Zhao Yun, the chief general of the Sili Army, was?
After Zhao Yun, there was another new governor of the Yanzhou Army, Gao Shun, Yu Jin, Yu Zhou, and Zang Ba, the governor of Xuzhou, volunteered to attack the areas occupied by Runan and Cao Ang.
This time, the Tongquetai event gathered almost all the commanders of the legion under Wen Yuan. Seeing the generals volunteered, Wen Yuan narrowed his eyes and smiled without saying a word. The changes under Wen Yuan's command have been quite big.
In the sixth year of Jian'an, Ma Chao and Han Sui in Guanzhong fought for three years. Finally, he could not resist Han Sui, who had many soldiers and was very smart and skillful. He was forced to his hometown Huaili. Ma Chao had always been arrogant. He had originally refused to ask Wen Yuan for help from the soldiers to death. Seeing the soldiers exhausted and the food was cut off, Ma Yunlu broke through at night with his brother on his back and asked for help from Zhong Yao and Xu Huang who were stationed in Chang'an. Xu Huang had already received Wen Yuan's orders and was waiting for this opportunity. While reporting, he quickly sent reinforcements to help Huaili. Finally, he quickly lifted the siege of Huaili before Ma Chao was defeated.
Zhao Yun, the chief general of the Sizhou Army, who was close to Guanzhong, heard the news that Xu Huang sent troops. He volunteered to enter the pass. Although Han Sui was known as the Fox of Xiliang, he was the opponent of the three of them. Within a year, he defeated Jincheng and fled into Hanzhong to join the local clan.