Agents of the Three Kingdoms

"Uncle Zilong, wait a moment."

When Wang Lei was about to send Zhao Yun away, Sima Yi, the brat, suddenly spoke.

Zhao Yun asked, "Little Sima, what's the matter?"

Sima Yi puffed out his chest, looked serious, and said solemnly: "I am not young, don't call me little Sima. When my father was young, he was a few years older than me and already married my mother; my elder brother also married when he was young. Uncle Zilong You can call him Sima."

Wang Lei was sweating coldly in his heart, and said to himself: "A great person who left his name in history, was he so evil when he was young?"

Zhao Yun walked to Sima Yi's side and rubbed his head: "Sima, what's the matter?"

Sima Yi opened his clear eyes and said, "Uncle Zilong, can you wait a little longer?"

"Oh, why?" Zhao Yun said.

Sima Yi pointed at Tong Yuan, looking like a little adult, and said seriously: "Grandpa Tong is getting old, with wrinkles around his eyes, wrinkles on his face, gray hair, and thin beard, how pitiful, please accompany me Him."

Those words touched the softest part of Zhao Yun's heart.

Tong Yuan had no children in his life, only three disciples.

The big apprentice Zhang Ren, a native of Shu County, Zhang Ren followed Tong Yuan to practice martial arts, and returned to Yizhou to develop after learning.Tong Yuan is in Jizhou and Zhang Ren is in Yizhou. The distance between the two sides is tens of thousands of miles, and it is difficult to meet each other. The second apprentice, Zhang Xiu, is a mighty man from Xiliang. Zhang Ren's uncle, Zhang Ji, is a small warlord with an army. Zhong worked for Zhang Ji, and Zhang Xiu didn't have time to come back to visit Tong Yuan.

Zhao Yun was Tong Yuan's disciple in his later years. He followed Tong Yuan for so many years and never met Zhang Xiu and Zhang Ren who came back to visit Tong Yuan.

After he left, Tong Yuan was alone again.

Zhao Yun looked at Tong Yuan with grizzled hair and beard, his eyes became moist.

"Teacher, this disciple is not filial!"

Zhao Yun plopped down on his knees, choked with sobs and said, "The disciple only cares about his own affairs, but forgets that the teacher is alone. The disciple will stay here temporarily to accompany the teacher for a while."

Zhao Yun lowered his head, feeling unbearably guilty.

Tong Yuan's eyes were moist, he rubbed his sore eyes, and walked over to help Zhao Yun.

He stretched out his skinny and thick palm, patted Zhao Yun's shoulder lightly, and comforted him: "I'm used to being a teacher alone, so it's no big deal. You're still young, and young people have to go out and make a difference. You have to do something yourself. When I was young, I followed my teacher to learn martial arts. Does the teacher still not understand your nature? My teacher and you Uncle Du went to Ye County, and now you have Uncle Wang as your companion. You are not alone. Don’t worry, let go and go for it. Just remember that there is an old man waiting for your safe return."

Zhao Yun nodded again and again, feeling even more moved in his heart.

"The disciple will talk to the teacher again!"

Zhao Yun and Tong Yuan sat together, the master and apprentice were like father and son.

Wang Lei beckoned, and Sima Yi ran over fiercely and said, "Uncle Tiger, what's the matter?"

Wang Lei said: "Uncle asked you a question, Sima is so smart, he must know."

Sima Yi held his small head high, looking like an adult, and said proudly: "You tell me, I know everything I can say, and I will definitely solve your doubts. With me, there is no problem that cannot be solved."

Wang Lei asked: "Based on your seniority, shouldn't you call Grandpa Tong and Uncle Zilong?"

With a smile on the corner of Sima Yi's mouth, he replied with a smile: "Although I am of the same generation as Uncle Zilong, I am young. My mother said that when I am young, I can eat good food, I can eat better, and I can get the care of adults. It’s better for me to be a junior.”

"You boy, you are so smart!"

Wang Lei shook his head in his heart, this kid is really a monster.

Time passed, and the sun was already setting. Although it was early spring, the coldness of the end of winter was still there, and the cold wind was blowing, making people unable to help but tighten their clothes.The temperature dropped suddenly, and white snowflakes floated in the sky, falling on the face, which was icy cold.

Dim sunset, white snowflakes, cold wind blowing...

Wang Lei glanced at Zhao Yun and Tong Yuan, sighed in his heart, he couldn't keep Zhao Yun, this matter can only be done slowly.

Zhao Yun put a fur robe on Tong Yuan and said, "Teacher, this disciple is leaving, please take care of yourself."

Tong Yuan smiled and waved his hands: "Let's go, let's go!"

Sima Yi looked at Zhao Yun without blinking, and said, "Uncle Zilong, wait a minute!"

Zhao Yun smiled and said, "What's the matter with Sima?"

Sima Yi pointed to Hu Zhao, who was immersed in calligraphy, with sly eyes, and said: "When the teacher and his friends get together, and the friends leave, the teacher will be very happy, and write a poem or something to give to the friend who left. You are about to leave, and Uncle Hutou is the master of Jizhou, so why don't you ask Uncle Hutou to imitate the teacher and give you a poem or something like that."

Sima Yi put his hands on his hips, not allowing Zhao Yun to refute, and said loudly: "Teacher, get out of the way quickly. Uncle Hutou wants to write a poem for Uncle Zilong. You can see Uncle Hutou writing again."

Hu Zhao woke up in an instant, and quickly got up and stood beside him.

Sima Yi said: "Teacher, am I smart?"

Hu Zhao rubbed Sima Yi's head, raised the corners of his mouth, and said with an expectant look, "You're smart, kid!"

Sima Yi asked eagerly, "Can I not copy books at night?"

"It's because you did a good deed, so you can avoid it!" Hu Zhao rubbed his hands with excitement.

Wang Lei did his part, and said, "Zilong is about to leave, so I'll make another fool of myself!"

Zhao Yun didn't refuse. He was familiar with military books and had both civil and military skills, and he was quite envious of Wang Lei's writing.It is also very good to be able to collect a pair of words written by Wang Lei and copy them from time to time after returning home.

Wang Lei lifted up his robe and sat down, picked up a pen, but did not rush to write, thinking carefully.

This time, it really had to be the occasion.

The setting sun at the end of winter and early spring, at a glance, the wilderness is vast, the sky is shrouded in hazy clouds, and there is a touch of snow...

Half a quarter of an hour quickly slipped away from the fingertips.

No one disturbed Wang Lei, the riverside was quiet, and the cold wind was blowing, whistling.Hu Zhao looked at Wang Lei in front of him, and for the first time, his calm state of mind gave rise to waves. This kid shouldn't have any surprises, right?

Got it!

Wang Lei's eyes lit up, and he had a draft in his heart.

Wang Lei flattened the Caihou paper on the desk, dipped his pen in ink, and moved it like the wind.

Besshilong

Thousands of miles of yellow clouds are white, and the north wind blows wild geese and snow.

Mo Chou has no confidant in the way ahead, who in the world does not know the king?

After he stopped writing, Wang Lei dried up the ink and handed the calligraphy to Zhao Yun.

Hu Zhao's eyes widened, his hands and heart were itching, and he wished he could receive the lettering in his arms, but it was a gift from Wang Lei to Zhao Yun, and it was obviously not for him.After Zhao Yun took it, he read it carefully, and his expression was pleasantly surprised. The momentum and artistic conception of the whole poem moved Zhao Yun.

The last two sentences made Zhao Yun even more excited.

Mo Chou has no confidant in the way ahead, who in the world does not know the king?

Zhao Yun calmed down his excitement, put away the words, looked at the person in front of him who seemed to be a confidant, a friend, and even an enemy, clasped his fists and said, "It's getting late, Mr. Wang, you don't need to see him off, take your leave."

Turning around without hesitation, Zhao Yun walked quickly, mounted the prepared horse and left.

The horseshoes burst out and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

Hu Zhao stared at Wang Lei with fiery eyes, rubbed his hands together and said, "Hutou, your kid's poems are also first-class. This poem is different from the current popular poems, but it is concise and concise, and its momentum and artistic conception can be called eternal. swan song.

Han Mengyu frowned, thinking of a poem written by Wang Lei in the state pastoral mansion, which had the same pattern.

At that time, Wang Lei said that it was an excerpt and borrowed from others.But Wang Lei wrote another poem like this, and Han Mengyu felt a little skeptical. These two poems are first-class, and it is impossible for no one to know after they are written. The only possibility is that Wang Lei wrote them.

Thinking of this, Han Mengyu was excited, but didn't point it out.

The weather was getting colder, and after Zhao Yun left, Wang Lei ordered the soldiers to clean up and prepare to spend the night in the surrounding villages.