Yuan Shao, the father of Fanghua in the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 554: Widely Sung
Yuan Xi put down the pen, rubbed his sore wrist, and looked with satisfaction at the Zhang Er long silk in front of him that was densely covered with words.

Da Qiao lowered her head, her wrists also felt sore because she had polished two pieces of pine ink, but her eyes showed extremely complicated emotions, mixed with shock and joy.

Because of the long poem on the long silk.

Being able to witness the birth of such a long poem and personally participate in it is a rare opportunity, and Da Qiao can see at a glance that this long poem can become a masterpiece passed down from generation to generation!

Yuan Xi saw that everyone was dumbfounded and didn't speak, and wondered, could it be that in this era, there were many such Yuefu poems, but they were not handed down to later generations?

Jushou was the first to speak up: "Young Master said, this was written by someone else?"

Yuan Xi heard this and said: "Indeed, I also copied it from someone else."

Jushou coughed, "Is the young master hiding something?"

"Not to mention what happened in this poem, they all happened in recent days. Every word in it is like personal experience. Who else but the young master can be so deeply involved in this matter?"

"Who else around you can write such a long poem so quickly?"

"How did you memorize this poem of nearly two thousand words?"

After hearing this, everyone nodded and looked at Yuan Xi with a sense of why the young master should be like this.

Yuan Xi smiled dryly and said: "I really didn't write it."

Da Qiao said: "Who wrote that?"

"The young master has been in the mansion these days, so he must be someone close to him. Who in the mansion can write about it?"

"And from the time Sister Liu threw herself into the water until Jiao Langjun hanged himself, the only people present were Mr. Fu and Mrs. Lu, right?"

Everyone looked at Lu Lingqi, who had an innocent look on her face and flashed her big eyes. It was definitely not her!
Yuan Xi could only say: "I don't know this person's name either."

"Hehehehe," everyone laughed together, not even telling lies!

You just want to show off in front of others, but you have to hide it. What kind of mentality is this?

Yuan Xi felt like crying when he saw everyone's disdainful looks. Is it so difficult for me to tell the truth?
The author's name of the poem "Peacock Flying Southeast" has indeed not been handed down!

Liu's face was complicated and she said: "Shijun's poem is a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, but there is something I don't understand."

"I had a private conversation with my mother and husband, and there were no outsiders around. How did you know about it?"

She looked at Jiao Zhongqing, "Could it be that Mr. Lang told the envoy?"

After hearing this, Jiao Zhongqing hurriedly said: "I didn't mention anything about my family to the envoy."

After everyone heard this, they thought that this was really strange!
As a result, both Jushou and Lu Xun lost their voices and said, "Stargazing?"

"Is your stargazing skill already so miraculous?"

Yuan Xi saw the surprised looks from everyone and gave up his struggle completely.

That's all, you can make up your mind as you please, I messed it up.

At first, he really just felt it was a pity. He thought that if the fate of Liu Lanzhi and Jiao Zhongqing were changed, this famous poem "The Peacock Flying Southeast" might no longer exist, so he wrote it silently.

As a result, due to many misunderstandings, everyone believed that the poem was written by themselves!
To put it bluntly, how can it be so easy to find someone who can write a poem of nearly [-] words?

Forget it, the name of the author who wrote about the peacock flying southeast has not been passed down to later generations anyway, so it doesn’t count as deliberately stealing the poem, right?

Ju Shou stroked his beard and said with a smile: "I was deceived by the young master a few years ago. The jade is hidden in the stone and will eventually appear in the sky. Is there anything in the world that the young master is not proficient in?"

"As soon as this poem came out, the young master's talent and reputation should be comparable to that of Cao Mengde. Moreover, according to my opinion, many of Cao Mengde's poems are both good and bad, and he is suspected of being a ghostwriter."

"Bian Rang, who was killed, repeatedly told outsiders that Cao Cao had copied his poems. Later, he was exterminated by Cao Cao. This is probably the reason why."

After hearing this, Lu Xun nodded and said, "I have also heard about this matter. Duke Cao's move seems to be a cover-up."

"In contrast, this thousand-word poem by Young Master is truly worthy of its name. You cannot fake it even if you want to."

Seeing that everyone was convinced that this poem was written by him, Yuan Xi gave up his defense and said to Liu and Jiao Zhongqing: "My purpose in writing this poem is to confirm the death of these two people."

"To be honest, the current situation of the two of you has become a dead end. If you die, it will be over. If you don't die, troubles will follow one after another."

"And if I ask people to sing this poem and spread it widely, people all over the world will definitely sympathize with what happened to the two of them. When the time comes, the world will change. Even if the identity of the two of you is exposed in the future, I think there will be room for change."

After hearing this, Mrs. Liu and Jiao Zhongqing looked grateful and paid homage to Yuan Xi: "I am deeply grateful that I can't repay you for your great kindness!"

Yuan Xi nodded slightly, "I will give you two new identities and settle down in Shu County, northeast of Wancheng."

"Of course, the premise is that you two are ready to leave everything behind and start over."

"I will leave in two days. Before that, if you two figure it out, you can come to me at any time."

Mrs. Liu and Jiao Zhongqing looked at each other, bowed deeply to Yuan Xi, and went back to their houses.

Seeing that he had done everything he should do, Yuan Xi said to Xiao Qiao: "Roll up the silk cloth, and I will have it delivered to Li Shu's house, and have it posted at the entrance of the government office for people to watch and sing." Qiao was startled and cried out together: "How is this possible!"

Monk Yuan Xizhang was confused, "What's wrong?"

Da Qiao had a look of regret on his face, as if he was blaming Yuan Xi for wasting his wealth, "Have you ever written this poem before?"

Yuan Xi shook his head and said: "No."

Xiao Qiao rushed to say: "Then this silk is original, and the poems and books are all excellent. How can you give it away so easily and let it be exposed to the sun?"

"My sister and I will make another copy. How about keeping this one?"

Yuan Xi smiled bitterly and said: "How can you say it so well? It seems that I have a wife whose handwriting is infinitely better than mine. But since you two insist, then it's up to you."

After hearing this, Xiao Qiao touched the poetry silk in his hand, looking like he was about to speak but hesitated.

Yuan Xi understood and said with a smile: "If you like it, you can keep it yourself."

Xiao Qiao then cheered, hugged the silk cloth and ran into the house. When Da Qiao saw it, he felt disappointed. He looked at Yuan Xi with some resentment and followed Xiao Qiao.

When Lu Lingqi saw it, she nudged Yuan Xi with her elbow, "There is only one poem, but there are two beauties. Isn't it difficult to separate them now?"

Yuan Xi gritted his teeth and said, "Madam, where are you thinking about? This thing is just an ordinary thing."

Seeing Yuan Xi's tough words, Lu Lingqi sneered in her heart. She knew Yuan Xi very well. He was very sultry. She said she was being polite, but in fact she had developed a bad outlook. She was not an outstanding beauty, so she couldn't impress him at all.

It would be strange if the peerless beauties like Xiao Qiao and Yuan Xi don’t have Xiao Jiujiu in their hearts!

Thinking of this, Lu Lingqi felt proud that she allowed her husband to flirt with women everywhere. In fact, Xiao Qiao had already taken advantage of her these days. Husband, you are late!
Xiao Qiao returned to the room, unfolded the long silk, and recited the poem silently. The more she read, the more she felt that every word was precious. She couldn't put it down and played with it, and she fell in love with it more and more.

Da Qiao followed him in and said, "Your Majesty seems to value my little sister very much by giving away such a precious thing."

Xiao Qiao heard a hint of sourness in Da Qiao's words, and felt even more proud. He chuckled and said, "If sister comes to see me, I won't hide anything, hehe!"

Da Qiao was so angry that he tapped her forehead, "Where is your brother Gongjin?"

Xiao Qiao's face darkened and she said harshly: "Who is brother Gong Jin?"

"We are all good-natured girls who have never left the boudoir. We have never seen a man outside. Sister, don't talk nonsense."

When Da Qiao saw that Xiao Qiao had even said such words, he felt sour in his heart, and said, "I went to see my little sister that night, did you two..."

"Absolutely not!" Xiao Qiao denied flatly, "How is that possible!"

She immediately reacted and counterattacked: "That night my sister was talking about?"

"How does sister know? Is it sister?"

Da Qiao was left speechless by the question, and could only say: "Forget it, you just have an idea."

"Your Majesty will be leaving in a few days. If you want to do anything, just do it."

She turned to leave, but heard Xiao Qiao say from behind: "What about sister?"

Da Qiao stopped and said, "Don't worry about me, just do it for you." Then he quickly left.

Xiao Qiao looked at Da Qiao's leaving figure and thought to herself, sister, do you really understand what I mean?
And you didn’t agree to copy the poems together, but you left first. Could it be that I had to copy so many words by myself?
Xiao Qiao looked at the silk fabric in front of her, and her head began to hurt.

The next day, a long piece of silk with verses written on it was posted on the wall in front of the city guard's office.

A passing scholar came in and stopped to watch. After only a few words, he looked surprised and quickly called his companions to watch together.

Everyone was reciting poems, exclaiming in admiration from time to time, and then calling people they knew well to come over and watch.

Soon, more and more people gathered in front of the government office, and when the crowd came to the back, this long poem called "The Peacock Flying Southeast" was circulated among everyone.

And soon someone discovered that this was a Yuefu poem that could be composed to music and sung. Soon, there were singers composing the music in the carved railing wine shop, and then as more and more singers sang it, the poem It quickly spread widely.

Lujiang County belonged to the Wu-speaking area of ​​later generations. Business roads along the river were prosperous and merchants and people were prosperous. Soon the long poem spread along the river, and the story of Liu and Jiao Zhongqing also began to spread across the country.

In the end, as written in the poem, Liu and Jiao's family buried their coffins together, but there was no one in them.

Li Shu also used this poem to clear his reputation, and was naturally grateful to Yuan Xi.

But Liu Lanzhi and Jiao Zhongqing finally made up their minds to go to Shu County together to live anonymously and start a new life.

Only Jiao's mother was unaware of the whole incident. She had experienced the grief of losing her child. Although Li Shu arranged for slaves to support her, this incident was a big blow to her and could be regarded as a little punishment for her.

However, Yuan Xi did not say anything. He only told Jiao Zhongqing that in the next few years, when the situation calms down, he can visit Jiao's mother secretly. It depends on what he thinks.

Everything is over, Yuan Xi is finally leaving Wancheng.

(End of this chapter)