Lu Qi'er got Liu Chuan's affirmative answer, but she didn't panic anymore.

Cao Cao's power is superior to all heroes, how can revenge be accomplished overnight?
Therefore, she only needs to observe secretly, draw pictures slowly, and impress Liu Chuan!

After making up her mind, Lu Qi'er calmed down, her face was full of joy, she bowed her body: "Husband, Qi'er is very interested in your poems, I'm going to read your poetry collection right now!"

"Go, go!" Liu Chuan said with a smile.

In the evening, he had a hot pot appointment with Zhuge Liang and Xu Shu, and he had to prepare the ingredients. This was also his first hot pot meal across the Three Kingdoms.

I haven't eaten hot pot for a long time, I miss it.

in the library.

"Oh my god. This"

Lu Lingqi held "Liu Chuan's Poetry Collection" tightly, her hands were trembling.

Diao Chan walked over, and only took a look, but her beautiful eyes could no longer move an inch.

"Grape wine luminous cup, if you want to drink the pipa, call it immediately. Jun Moxiao, who is drunk on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times?"

"The moon is setting, the sky is full of frost, and Jiang Feng's fishing fire faces Mianmian. The Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rings to the passenger ship in the middle of the night."

"Red beans are born in the southern country, and spring comes to send a few branches. May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick."

"There will be times when the wind and waves break, and the sails will be hung straight to help the sea."

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call!
The two finished reading the entire "Liu Chuan Poetry Collection" in one go, feeling restless for a long time.

They had a premonition that Liu Chuan's poems must be extraordinary, but the result far exceeded their expectations, it was amazing!

Lu Lingqi and Diao Chan were stunned. There is such a genius in the world?

"What the hell has he been through?"

"Why can he write poems with different feelings?"

"Why can he write poems in different language styles?"

Generally speaking, poets are good at fields, such as pastoral poems, frontier poems, farewell poems, boudoir poems, etc. As long as they are good at one type, they are already very good. If they are good at two types, they can be called Ghost, as for being good at three fields, sorry, no!
however!
When they arrived at Liu Chuan, they found that this "Liu Chuan Poetry Collection" included all genres, and more importantly, every poem had to become a classic handed down from generation to generation.

What is even more puzzling is that the styles of various poems are very different, some are grand and majestic, some are graceful and tender, some are lofty and ambitious, and some are sad and melancholy. How do they do it?
At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, wars were raging, but the literary world did not wither, and poetry was very popular. For example, the Seven Sons of Jian'an are typical representatives, not to mention the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove behind them.

Lu Lingqi dare not imagine, if this "Liu Chuan Poetry Collection" is circulated, what kind of sensation will be caused in the literary world, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it will subvert the literary world.

"Auntie, who do you think your husband is?"

Lu Lingqi really couldn't figure out how a person could be so talented.

Diao Chan tilted her head and thought for a long time before finally sighing.

"I think Liu Chuan is probably not a mortal!"

No way, there is really no reason to explain it.

At this time, outside the house.

Liu Chuan is preparing hot pot ingredients.

As a hot pot where everything can be scalded, it is easy to prepare the ingredients. Liu Chuan has most of the things. In the past year, Liu Chuan like peppers have already been planted.

“The only regret is that there is no hairy belly for hot pot!”

The hot pot has no hairy belly, and it has no soul. It is a pity that Liu Chuan only has one strong cow in his family, and he has to keep the arable land.

If it's just to satisfy the appetite, it's really reluctant to kill and take the hairy belly.

Just as Liu Chuan was thinking.

"The water is gone, the water is gone, help!"

A crackling gong sound came from hundreds of meters away.

Liu Chuan raised his head and saw that Xu Shu's house, hundreds of meters away from his house, was billowing with thick smoke and accompanied by a monstrous fire.

There are only three families in Xiaozhaizi, and each family is no more than 500 meters apart. Except for Zhuge Liang's family, it is Xu Shu's family, and the one that caught fire is Xu Shu's family.

"What the hell is Yuan Zhi doing?"

Xu Shu just returned from Liu Chuan's house, why did his house catch fire?

Without time to think about it, Liu Chuan rushed to Xu Shu's house to put out the fire.

In the depths of the mountain, and at the end of the year when the withered grass piled up, Liu Chuan would not believe that if the mountain fire was not burned, there would be nothing left.

Fortunately, when Liu Chuan arrived, the fire was almost extinguished, and the fire in the thatched cottage came and went quickly.

On the ruins of Xu Shu's house, two disgraced people were squatting on the ground, they were Zhuge Liang and Xu Shu.

Liu Chuan wanted to laugh when he saw the two of them.

At this time, Zhuge Liang was only 20 years old, at the age when his face was full of collagen, but his temperament was covered up by soot, and he looked like a Zhuge cook, which was completely inconsistent with the image of the strategist who dominated the Three Kingdoms.

"Ninety-nine are like brothers."

Zhuge Liang saw Liu Chuan coming and said hello.

Liu Chuan nodded, stepped forward and asked curiously, "What's the matter? Why did it catch fire?"

Zhuge Liang's eyes flickered, and he turned his face away embarrassedly. Liu Chuan knew intuitively that something must be wrong with Zhuge Liang.

"Bull, cow, Jiuru brothers"

Xu Shu cried immediately when he saw Liu Chuan, that was a sad one.

"What's wrong with me?"

Liu Chuan was stunned when he heard Xu Shu's words.

Your f*cking house was burned down, and when I came here, I said I was a cow, what kind of licking a dog is it, it is simply inexplicable.

"My cow, the cow was burned to death!"

Xu Shu picked up the ashes in front of him with his hands, and cried.

"Well, you should make it clear."

Liu Chuan took a closer look, and saw that the burnt black in front of him was the old scalper of Xu Shu's family, wasn't it?

The thatched hut was on fire, the cow shed was burned to ashes, the old scalper was also burned to death, and there was still a slight smell of burnt beef in the air, it was simply too miserable.

Liu Chuan just wanted to say a few words of comfort, but when he smelled the smell of beef in the air, his eyes lit up and his saliva almost drooled.

Good luck!
“Cumin beef, hairy belly in hot pot”

Just now Liu Chuan was still regretting that the standard hot pot did not have hairy belly, so it was delivered here, it was really too timely.

Just as Liu Chuan was thinking about how to eat beef.

"Zhuge Pifu! I will fight with you!"

Xu Shu stood up abruptly from the ground, let out a roar, and rushed towards Zhuge Liang in an instant.

"Brother Yuanzhi, listen to my explanation!"

"Brother Yuanzhi, I didn't do it on purpose!"

"Ah!! Brother Jiuru, save me!"

Zhuge Liang hurriedly dodged behind Liu Chuan. Xu Shu was a swordsman in the past, and his physical fitness was very good. Zhuge Liang was more than eight feet tall and had to avoid his sharp edge, otherwise he would be beaten.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Seeing that Xu Shu wanted to find Zhuge Liang desperately, Liu Chuan stopped him immediately.

"You two, what's going on?"

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