Xiaoguangong

Chapter 129 Interview with Cao Pi
"Ji Chang, if I tell you that I can go a thousand years later, will you believe it or not?"

One night after returning to Xiangyang, Guan Ping and Ma Liang sat by the river and chatted.

Now that the weather is getting hotter, the two of them are holding a tin can each, watching the undulating river water in front of them, eating with relish.

The tin can is a gift from Yun Shanshan to Guan Ping, and it is said to be canned beef.

It is said that this thing is extremely rare, and it is a material specially distributed to Akiyama by the devil.

Even a rich man like Ma Liang couldn't eat beef all at once in a big man, but the cans that Yun Shanshan gave Guan Ping were all beef. The joyful and thrifty Ma Liang even held the shell of the can and studied it for a long time, planning to flatten it and make it into something like a breast-guard.

Hearing that Guan Ping was able to travel to the millennium, Ma Liang had a slightly weird expression on his face, but he still nodded.

"Xin, but what will it look like in a thousand years? Will the big man be okay at that time?"

"It seems...it's gone." Guan Ping said sadly.

"Ah?" Ma Liang was stunned for a moment.

The Dahan has stood for 400 years, and has undergone countless great changes. Most people think that he will continue to stand, just like the previous 400 years.

If others say that the big man will lose Ma Liang in a thousand years, he will definitely accuse him of spreading rumors, but this is what Guan Ping said.

Is our struggle still necessary?

"Thousands of years later, we will all be turned into loess. But later generations still remember our names, and later generations will sing about what we have done from generation to generation. When it comes to Kuangfu Han Dynasty, there are still countless people because of what we have done. Work desperately, fight endlessly with foreign enemies..."

"Wait, is it the Xiongnu or the Xianbei who are here? After a thousand years, the big men are gone, and these clowns are still in the world?"

"I heard it's the country of Yi in the east," Guan Ping sighed, throwing the can in his hand into the river with a look of determination on his face, "Whatever, let's deal with the matter in front of us first. .When Kuang helps the Han Dynasty and returns to the old capital, I will go to help them fight together after a thousand years!"

Ma Liang nodded lightly, and said:
"Then you, the prefect, recruited some officials early. It seems that a place as large as Jingbei cannot be maintained by us alone."

Guan Ping smiled bitterly and said:
"You recommend me a few people so that I can take them to Jiangxia.

It has been so long that Gongjin has not broken the city, I am afraid that this battle will be fought. "

It was late spring, and Zhou Yu hadn't broken through Jiangling yet.

Wu Jun had been disadvantaged in many battles when he had an overwhelming advantage. If Cao Ren hadn't lacked soldiers and horses, he could have fought directly.

Ma Liang stroked his long beard and sighed:

"Tomorrow, tomorrow, I will recommend a few capable people for you. We can't delay this battle any longer. We must hurry up."

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On the second day, Guan Ping had been waiting to interview his officials. Ma Liang must have introduced himself to the Jingxiang family, a well-known talent. Even if he knew Ma Liang well, he must give these people some face.

Guan Ping washed himself up early in the morning, and changed himself into a neat Confucian gown. Guan Ping dragged a seat and calmly waited for the great talent recommended by Ma Liang to come to his door.

But time passed by little by little, and it was almost lunch time, and there was not even a person who came for an interview.

Yes, none of them.

Not so.

Xiangyang is calm today, and there is no tragedy where someone sees through Ma Liang and arrests him. Ma Hao should recommend more people for himself, and from the perspective of helping the children of the Jingxiang family to become famous, they should also come early.

What time is it, why is it still quiet.

Guan Ping couldn't sit still anymore, he was in a good mood, how could he just sit here?
It is normal for Jing Xiang to have a bit of a temper because he only invited Zhuge's military adviser after visiting the thatched cottage three times back then.

He walked quickly to the door, just in time someone was running over in a hurry, Guan Ping couldn't dodge for a moment, and bumped into him.

Guan Ping has a strong body, and the impact of his brisk walk can be imagined. The man let out a scream, flew out with a bang, and sat on the ground with a plop.

Guan Ping was taken aback, and quickly stepped forward to help him. Unexpectedly, the man bared his teeth in pain, and stood up with difficulty. He looked Guan Ping up and down, with a look of ecstasy in his eyes, and praised:
"Okay, okay! It's really majestic!"

"..."

Why does it sound weird.

I saw the man in his twenties, not tall, with a round face rather fair. He was wearing an expensive Shu brocade Confucian robe covered with pictures of stars, flowers and plants. He was very wealthy, as if he was afraid that others would not know his elegance.

"What is it?" Guan Ping asked hesitantly.

The man looked at Guan Ping with joy, and coughed:
"If you dare to ask, General Yun is in person."

That man was unattractive, but he spoke Luoyang Mandarin quite nicely, which made Guan Ping feel good about him.

"That's right, it's Yun."

"Okay, what a General Yun!" The man smiled and said, "I heard that General Yun is recruiting officials?"

"good."

"What does the general think of me?"

"Clam?"

Guan Ping was a little confused for a moment, not knowing where this buddy came from.

Self-recommendation is not impossible, but no one else came today, but this weird guy came, which always made Guan Ping feel weird.

"Well, I don't know who is the last name of the foot? Where does he live, and is there a celebrity to comment?"

The man smiled indifferently, stretched out his hand to greet Guan Ping, then knelt down on the ground regardless of his luxurious Confucian robe, and said with a smile:

"General Yun is in charge of the country's frontiers. Why do you ask about his origin and character? Shouldn't he just focus on his talents, first look at a certain ability?"

"..."

What's the situation today, all the ghosts and ghosts have been released?Isn't it the minimum to come to someone and ask him what his name is, where his family is?

But judging from the appearance of this person, it should be that the door of a certain place in the north was not closed tightly, and another frivolous scribe was released.

"That, that, that..." Guan Ping had seen many celebrities with strange shapes, but this time he was really overwhelmed, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

Seeing that the man was already prepared, he grinned, took out a piece of plain silk from his bosom, did not get up, but held it on top and handed it to Guan Ping.

Guan Ping had no choice but to kneel down in front of him and reach out to take the poem.

He wondered how he could understand this poem, but today he was here to welcome celebrities to work for him, so Guan Ping was ashamed to show his ignorance.

He glanced at it bravely, and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cool, and the vegetation shakes and dew turns to frost."

He counted carefully, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

The few poems he has read before are all four-character and five-character, so this is...

"Seven character poem?"

"That's right." The man raised his chubby chin high, raised his well-groomed beard, and said excitedly, "There were already seven-character poems in the pre-Qin period, and Qu Yuan was the leader of them.

It's just that since the Han Dynasty, literati have neglected each other, and they all say that seven-character poems are flashy, and all scholars value four-character and five-character poems. It is really regrettable that seven-character poems have gradually declined. "

As he was talking, this person actually ignored Guan Ping and knelt down opposite him, and suddenly stood up, his face was full of excitement, and he said loudly as he walked:

"From my point of view, the syntax and rhythm of the seven-character poems are flexible and orderly, can express the mind directly, and the grammar is changeable.

General Yun, you think so too, right? "

Guan Ping: ...

Can you speak something understandable?
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm)."

Thinking of my mission today, even though Guan Ping wanted to hit someone very much, he forcibly restrained his temper and kept nodding his head to show that what you said was right.

The man became more and more excited, and reached out to help Guan Ping up, and said with emotion:
"Since ancient times, fighting has continued, only articles are immortal. This shows that this article is a prosperous age through the ages, and nothing can be done.

Wouldn't it be a pity if future generations didn't know about the many battles the general fought against traitors for the great man?

Back then, Guan Yu's beheading of Yan Liang was nothing more than a mere sum. If I were to do it, I would first describe the battle that day and the critical situation, and then write about Guan Yu's bravery and Yan Liang's arrogance..."

The more the man talked, the more excited he became, and the spittle rained down, Guan Ping couldn't stand it anymore.

He now understands that this person must be a rare great scribe in the Central Plains. Could it be that this is the wonderful person Ma Liang found for him, but... it just seems a little abnormal.

"Hey, how can you be recruited by me, a warrior, with one great talent? Why don't I ask Cai Shijun to raise your feet as a talented person?"

The man snorted and sneered:
"Cai Mao? This kind of person who has no father and no king, even if he kneels down to beg me, I will not be recommended by him.

Only a general...so brave and resolute, who never shies away from hard work for the country, is worthy of enlisting a certain official. "

As he spoke, his fiery eyes cast on Guan Ping, and his fingers couldn't help trembling a few times.

This……

It turned out to be the case.

Guan Ping is no longer the reckless man he used to be. After appraising so many kinds of capable people and monsters, his vision has improved.

At first, he thought that this person was simply crazy, but after he calmed down and thought about it, it turned out that this person was afraid that he had been aloof before, and he didn't know what to say when he wanted to recruit him into an official position, so he tried his best to imitate what he had seen every day. Celebrity, make yourself crazy.

Thinking of this, Guan Ping finally let out a dry cough.

"No."

"Ah?" The man never expected that Guan Ping would reject him directly. His frivolous face just now was full of anger. If he hadn't been unable to beat Guan Ping, he would have jumped up and kicked Guan Ping's knee by now.

"Why! Why! Why? Could it be that my poetic talent is not allowed to do literary work for the prefect of Ruyi? Impossible! There are no more than three poetic talents in the world who are better than me. If you miss me, you will regret it in the future!"

Guan Ping: ...

Am I wrong?Is this person really a complete lunatic?
He coughed dryly and said helplessly:

"You are a great talent, but the more so, wouldn't it be a pity to be under the command of a warrior like me? If the battle goes against you, and someone dies tragically on the battlefield, wouldn't it impair your ability? If your parents and family know it, they must be in great pain."

"Huh..." The man was just as angry as a puffer fish just now, but when he heard about this, most of his anger disappeared immediately, and the smile returned to his face.

"That's it, why didn't you say it earlier? It doesn't matter, I'm a writer under your command, life and death are destiny, wealth and honor depend on heaven.

Anyway... hmph, if I die, my father won't pity me either. "

He straightened his chest and raised his head, saying seriously:
"My name is Cao Pi, have you heard of it?"

(End of this chapter)