At the end of the Han Dynasty: a stingy husband from his hometown

Chapter 47 Half of "Dan Ge Xing"

There was a big banquet in Cao Mansion.

Cao Cao pointed to the wine on the table, smiled at Zhou Qi and said, "It is a great regret in life that I was not able to drink with Ziyi in the wine shop."

"It's an honor to be together today, how can we not let go of drinking?"

Zhou Qi also laughed and said: "I had something on my mind that day, so I couldn't have a drink with brother Meng De, so I punished myself with three drinks, and apologized!"

After speaking, Zhou Qi did not hesitate and drank three glasses of wine in a row without changing his expression.

Cao Cao was also a good drinker. When he saw this, he was immediately happy and said: "Zi Yi is really a good judge. How can Cao be willing to be second to others!"

Cao Cao didn't put on any airs of being an official's son. Instead, he was a little dissolute. He rolled up his sleeves and started drinking heavily.

Xiahou Dun and Cao Ren had known their elder brother's virtue, but they didn't care about it. Instead, they pulled Xiang Hong and began to persuade Xiang Hong to drink with malicious intentions, trying to get Xiang Hong drunk first.

Xiang Hong was a generous man, but he did not refuse anyone who came, and he freely drank with the two of them.

Three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Cao Cao suddenly tapped the table with his fingers and began to recite "Xia Ke Xing" while shaking his head, his eyes full of intoxication.

Xiahou Dun and Xiang Hong had seen Zhou Qi write this poem with their own eyes, so they were not surprised.

It was the first time Cao Ren heard this poem, and he immediately asked, "Who wrote this poem? Why have I never heard of it?"

Cao Cao got up and walked to Cao Ren, tapped him on the head lightly, and scolded with a smile: "You don't like reading, you just idle around all day, how many poems have you read?"

Cao Ren was very dissatisfied and said: "My brother also indulges in debauchery and neglects his studies. How is he different from me?"

Cao Cao was stunned when he heard this, but he had no way to refute.

According to historical records: Taizu was a young man who was alert and powerful, but he allowed his knights to be debauched and failed to regulate his profession, which is a strange thing for the world.

At this time, Cao Cao was still a bit bohemian, and he didn't know much about his studies. If he hadn't killed Uncle Jian Shuo with a five-color stick in Luoyang before, I'm afraid he wouldn't be looked down upon by the world.

Even so, no one except Qiao Xuan and He Yong thought that Cao Cao had any extraordinary talents.

Cao Cao at this time, if Qianlong is in Yuan, has not yet begun to emerge, even if he interacts with Yuan Benchu ​​and others in Luoyang, he is basically regarded as Yuan Shao's little follower.

Xiahou Dun rescued Cao Cao and said, "The author of this poem is Zhou Ziyi."

Then, Xiahou Dun described what happened in Xiang County vividly and vividly, which made Cao Ren mesmerized.

Especially when he heard that Zhou Qi beheaded Wang Ji, Prime Minister of Pei State, but still remained calm and drank and wrote poems outside the wine shop, Cao Ren felt even more passionate.

Although the spies had previously reported Zhou Qi's assassination, they did not introduce the details, and it was impossible to understand the cause and effect of the matter better than Xiahou Dun.

Cao Ren marveled at Zhou Qi's courage and pride, and immediately stood up and bowed to Zhou Qi, saying, "It was my fault for imprisoning my son's brother in the firewood room before. I punished myself with three cups today, and please forgive me!"

Zhou Qi didn't stop him, he smiled and watched Cao Ren finish the three cups, then got up and drank three cups of wine, saying: "This wine is so delicious, how can I let you drink it alone!"

When everyone heard this, they all laughed and were amazed at Zhou Qi's drinking capacity.

Xiahou Dun rolled his eyes, let Xiang Hong go, and gave Cao Cao and Cao Ren a wink, and the three of them persuaded Zhou Qi to drink together.

Zhou Qi, however, refused to refuse anyone who came. Relying on his drinking capacity, which he had developed in officialdom in later generations, he was naturally not afraid to drink the low-alcohol wine of this era.

A few people drink freely and have a good time.

Cao Cao raised his glass, already a little tipsy, and said, "Ziyi's "Xia Ke Xing" shocked me into heaven, I wonder if there are other masterpieces?"

Before Zhou Qi could speak, Xiang Hong smiled and said: "Just last night, Ziyi wrote a song "Praise to Qiu Mu"."

Cao Cao's eyes widened and he said hurriedly: "Brother Bode, come quickly!"

Seeing that Zhou Qi had no intention of objecting, Xiang Hong immediately began to recite.

"The world is in a state of chaos, and Gang often sweeps the floor. The hall is not separated by curtains, and the monarch and his ministers play with each other."

"The emperor plays with words, and the ministers play with a halberd. The strong Qiu Mu uses the wat to attack the thief!"

"If you are not afraid of strong defenses, you will suffer from liver disease and drain your blood. Death will weigh you too much, but your fame will be as bright as the sun and the moon."

After hearing this, Cao Cao held the wine glass in his hand without saying a word for a long time, and then sighed: "Qiu Mu is so strong. He suffers from liver disease and bleeds. His death weighs heavily on Mount Tai. His fame is as bright as the sun and the moon."

Cao Cao in this period was still the hot-blooded man, and he was also full of chivalry, otherwise he would not have entered Zhang Rang's mansion alone in history to assassinate.

Cao Cao knew about Qiu Mu, but Xiahou Dun and Cao Ren didn't. They asked like Xu Chu, and Cao Cao explained to them.

After Xiahou Dun heard this, he sighed: "What a good one: the king plays with words, and the minister plays with halberds."

"As a king, you should also be cautious in your words and deeds. Revealing scars and brushing the faces of ministers in front of them will eventually lead to death."

There is no such thing as stupid loyalty in this era.

Especially for a chivalrous person like Xiahou Dun, their loyalty is only given to those who are worthy of their allegiance.

Just as Mencius said: When the king regards his ministers like brothers and feet, the ministers regard the emperor as his heart;

Xiahou Dun asked himself, if he were in Nangong Changwan's situation, he might make the same choice.

Of course, when different people hear this story and "Qiu Mu Zan", they will naturally have different thoughts and feelings.Just like this book, some people feel that the plot progress is too slow and incomprehensible, while some people feel that the history is as heavy as drinking sweet rain.

Different people at different levels will have different experiences. When they look at the same thing, they will naturally have different views.

Can't say who is right and who is wrong, only whether it is suitable or not.

After sighing, Cao Cao looked at Zhou Qi with burning eyes, and said, "Zi Yi is extremely talented. Today we will have a drink together. I wonder if we can write a poem?"

Zhou Qi pondered slightly upon hearing this.

It would definitely not work for him to compose poems by himself, Zhou Qi didn't have that ability, nor did he have this material.

If you copy poems, you can't just copy them casually, you have to do it according to the occasion, otherwise, even if the quality of the copied poems is good, it will be ridiculous.

There are countless poems related to wine in history, and there are also many famous ones through the ages.

However, there are only a few poems that are completely suitable for the occasion, and Zhou Qi may not be able to memorize some poems in full.

But when he looked at Cao Cao, who was full of anticipation, his heart suddenly moved slightly, and he remembered a poem he liked very much.

Zhou Qi got up, put his left hand behind his back, and raised his glass with his right.

"Wine and song, life geometry!"

"For example, in the morning dew, it is hard to go to the sun."

"You should be generous, and your worries will be unforgettable."

"Why do you worry? Only Du Kang."

When Cao Cao heard this half of the poem, he was astonished immediately, feeling that this poem should be like this, and the heroism and frustration mixed in it seemed to be a true portrayal of himself.

He hurriedly asked: "What else?"

(End of this chapter)