Riding and cutting the imperial pirates of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 376
Hearing this, Wang Zheng smiled slightly, this proposal was exactly what he wanted.

After Zhang Zhao returned from Wu County, he took turns with Xu Fang again in order to seek meritorious service. Not only did he give Guo Jia the best treatment materially, he cared for every detail, and he also talked to young people every day spiritually. On history, it can be said to give enough courtesy.

That's all for Xu Fang, Zhang Zhao is a famous person in the world, no matter his seniority or age, he is above Guo Jia. Zhao's attitude was essentially due to Wang Zheng's emphasis on him.

If there is no such relationship, the two people's attitudes are almost the same.

With this combination of hard and soft tactics, Zhang Zhao had already reported to Wang Zheng earlier, if not [-]% sure, [-]% to [-]% sure to use the other party for his own use.

Therefore, when Wang Zheng came here today, he was preparing to uncover the last layer of window paper that he wanted to surrender.

The meaning of recruiting talents and talents is quite similar to that of men and women.

Even if you understand my plot is wrong, I know you are pretending to be reserved, there must be an ambiguous stage process, and the relationship will not be revealed until the heat is over and the brewing is mature.

And even before the moment of confession, charge, and even hitting the base, the prelude and atmosphere that should be there are also essential.

Seeing Wang Zheng nodding his head in approval, the musicians on the side let go of their courage. In the melodious rhythm, under Guo Jia's gesture, Guo Ying turned around cautiously and began to dance.

In the light of the lights, Ru clothes are fluttering. Seeing the girl's simple and elegant body without any accessories, she looks more refined and innocent, and her beautiful eyes look like a deer who is ignorant of worldly affairs, pure and lovely, People can't help but feel love and cherish.

Wang Zheng couldn't help being slightly moved.

In the dance and light song, after Guo Ying sang "Today's Good Banquet", Guo Jia had to drink a sip of wine every time he sang, and while drinking, he tapped his fingers on the desk at the same time. I don't know why he was different. Rhythm, or absent-mindedness, less than half a day later, Wang Zheng had already heard that he had made three mistakes, and couldn't help being silent.

It seems that not everyone can imitate Zhou Gongjin.

Although he was making complaints like this in his heart, when the singing and music stopped leisurely, Wang Zheng coughed dryly, but he said out of conscience: "Mr. is worthy of being a famous person in the world. Not only has he read poems and books, he is knowledgeable about the past and the present, and he is also proficient in rhythm. It's so elegant."

After a pause, seeing that Guo Jia was completely unresponsive, Wang Zheng's heart moved, he looked sideways at Guo Ying, and applauded again and again: "Guo Ying also impressed me a lot, such a natural sound, it can be said to be around for three days, and it can be heard endlessly."

Guo Ying didn't dare to imitate Guo Jia so much. Hearing this, she hurriedly bowed and said, "Zhou Mu is absurd."

It is indeed absurd.

Being selected as a gift to Wang Zheng, Guo Ying's temperament and complexion are first-class, and her voice is pure and sweet, but no matter her skill or emotion, compared to the famous prostitute Fei Yan Wang Zheng met in the Hongxiu Tower that day, she is not It is quite inferior.

Thinking of Feiyan, Wang Zheng's mind was far away. If I really want to talk about it, the most moving voice I've heard in this life is indeed in Yangzhou.

But not in Hongxiu Building.

Thinking of the singing I heard in my backyard that night, it was as ethereal as the Milky Way pouring down, clouds falling, and as clear as mountain water, condensed into ice particles.

The weeping and complaining melody does not have the slightest bit of sadness and sorrow, instead it is like a spring breeze, blowing suddenly, making people feel refreshed and happy, and their souls do not know where to go.

Thinking of this, Wang Zheng secretly sighed, if it is said that both sex and art are excellent, Bu Wan'er is the one who really deserves it.

When he was silent, the hall naturally quieted down. After a while, Wang Zheng came back to God and looked around, first nodded at Guo Ying, then turned to look at Guo Jia and said with a smile;

"The poems written by the sages are naturally excellent, but I remember another one, which is even better in terms of artistic conception and connotation. I wonder if you have heard of it?"

"Oh?" Guo Jia looked up in surprise and asked, "Which one?"

"It's called "Tall Buildings from the Northwest"!"

As he spoke, Wang Zheng clapped his hands lightly, and the musicians at the side understood and immediately changed the tune. Guo Ying just wanted to sing in response, but Wang Zheng stopped him with a wave of his hand.

This song is not suitable for you to sing, and you don't need to sing it.

The melodious sound of silk and bamboo flows slowly in the hall, like a peanut tree, a valley that is uncontested with the world, and grows with the sun and the moon contentedly.

The next moment, an impassioned voice suddenly sounded, but it was like a group of iron cavalry rushing like lightning, breaking An Ning's dream.

"There are tall buildings in the northwest, and the top is as high as the floating clouds. Interspersed with sparse windows and triple ladders!"

As soon as Wang Zheng opened his mouth, Guo Jia's expression changed instantly, several musicians were startled at the same time, the Xiaoqin was played wrongly, and the Tanban stagnated.

They looked at each other in blank dismay, compared to Guo Ying, Wang Zheng didn't cater to their rhythm, his voice was even more muscular, not in harmony with the accompaniment they were playing, and he couldn't keep up with it.

Fortunately, a few people came to their senses quickly, since Wang Zheng didn't cater to them, they could only cater to them.

So the instruments that sounded again, regardless of the sound of the piano or flute, began to rise higher and higher with Wang Zheng's singing.

"There are strings singing, but the sound is so sad. Who can sing this song, no one is Qi Liang's wife!"

"The Qing and Shang dynasties follow the wind, the middle tune is wandering, playing and sighing again and again, generosity is more than sorrow!"

Wang Zheng's chants kept turning up with all the accompaniments, it seemed that even in terms of rhythm, he wanted to be a general, commanding thousands of troops, charging and killing in the battlefield, and being invincible.

And as all the voices became clearer and more passionate, they merged together, like a dragon flying in the sky, sometimes in the east, sometimes in the west, high and mighty.

Up to the highest point, there was a sudden turning point. At this time, Wang Zheng had already chanted the last sentence, and instead took the initiative to lower his pitch.

So lofty became Zhongzheng, unruly turned into peace.

Staring at Guo Jia, Wang Zheng read solemnly:

"I don't care about the pain of the singer, but I hurt my friends."

"I would like to be a pair of swans, and fly high."

The wild goose, the swan, the swan, and the swan are connected to each other, which is a metaphor for people with similar emotions.

The meaning of the last line of the poem is very straightforward, that is, wishing the listener and the singer to be of the same mind, like two swans flying high, to pursue a beautiful ideal together.

Facing Wang Zheng's scorching gaze, Guo Jia's expression changed for a while, then he lowered his head, and the song ended for a long time without saying a word.

Wang Zheng knew that the fire was almost over.

What is owed is just the last push!
"You all go back first." He looked around the audience and waved.

As the musicians and Guo Ying bowed to leave one after another, this time, Guo Jia didn't say anything to stop them.

"Tall buildings can be built in the northwest, but can't the south of the Yangtze River be built?"

Wang Zheng stood up, took out the steps prepared for Guo Jia, and said with emotion: "Prince and general, would you rather be kind?"

"Mr. Feng Xiao, how could Zheng not know your concerns?"

"You are also a member of the noble family, so naturally you are more optimistic about Cao Cao, who was born in the same way."

"It's just that the monarch is virtuous or stupid. Whether he can succeed or not depends on his birth?"

"That's true, why did Xiao He and Zhang Liang choose Gao Di instead of Overlord?"

"As a native of Chu, why did Han Xin, Marquis of Huaiyin, abandon Chu and vote for Han?"

"A good bird chooses a tree to live in, and a virtuous minister chooses a master to serve. If the government does not have great ambitions and is thirsty for talents, hey." Wang Zheng shook his head mockingly:

"Why are you so forced to stay, Mr.?"

"Is the ambition in Zheng's heart purely for his own self-interest?" He looked at Guo Jia, and said each word: "In today's big Han world, Mr. has traveled all over the world, and you must be very clear about it. It can be said that the people are living in dire straits!"

"Why do rebels emerge in endlessly?"

"Why is this general so humble, at the age of a child, but can start trouble so quickly?"

"Why is it that wherever this general goes, the people are all eating pots of milk and jumping for joy as if they were welcoming the master?"

Hearing this, Guo Jia couldn't help but raised his head and asked, "Why?"

"There are many aristocratic families, land acquisitions are serious, the nobles have rich clothes and fine food, and they never tire of fine food, and they never tire of fine food, but the poor can't get half a meal."

"This is the root cause of the country's founding!" Wang Zheng paused every word, "Those aristocratic and powerful families have lasted for hundreds of years, which is too long!"

"It's too much!"

Guo Jia was startled and looked up in astonishment.

He understood the key point of this sentence, Wang Zheng was talking about the aristocratic family, not the noble family.

"If this fundamental contradiction is not resolved, someone will get lucky and become the Ninth Five-Year Plan." Staring at the other party, Wang Zheng said seriously: "How can we usher in long-term peace and stability after the chaos?"

"Therefore, it was an extremely correct choice for Mr. to give up Yuan Shaoben from the very beginning." Wang Zheng said, "This man is a member of a family. If he wins the world, what good will it do for the people?"

Guo Jia fell silent again.

Wang Zheng didn't finish his words, but he understood it completely.

According to Wang Zheng, whether it is Yuan Shao, Cao Cao, or even most of the princes in the world, because most of them are from aristocratic families, even if they win the world, they cannot change the fundamental problem that the number of vampires in these empires is so bloated that the entire world is overwhelmed.

On the contrary, a person like Wang Zheng, who has risen to the level of Emperor Gao at a glance, can wipe out more than half of these vested interests in the process of competing for the throne, and restore the balance needed in a peaceful and prosperous age.

This is a balance between the ruled class and the ruling class.

This is actually the case in the original history.

It's just that the final reduction is no longer the top aristocratic family, but the common people and small and medium gentry who occupy the majority.

Moreover, what the other party said was good, but Guo Jia has always been puzzled.

With such a background as Wang Zheng, how could he obtain such power and map in such a short period of time?
Could it be that the people's dissatisfaction is really boiling, and it has reached the level of listening to the sky?
"Mr.'s background is far superior to Zheng's, but how about people like Xun Yu and Cheng Yu?" Wang Zheng said, "No matter how wise Cao Cao is, he will never be able to get rid of the influence of his family. It is impossible to select people purely based on their talents. Politics is different!"

Speaking of this, Wang Zheng said with a smile: "Zheng never selects talents based on their background, even talking about it." He shrugged and joked: "Mr. .”

Hearing this, Guo Jia also burst out laughing.

His Yangdi Guo family is naturally insignificant compared to the Yuan family in Runan and the Xun family in Yingchuan, but it seems that he is of noble birth if he is placed here with Wang Zheng.

"That's all the political talk. The so-called Ningming dies and lives without silence. Whether you choose to remain unknown and grow old in Linquan, or become a national scholar who begs for the lives of all people and leave a name in history. Mr. chooses."

After thinking for a while, Guo Jia sighed deeply and finally made a decision.

He usually behaves loosely, informally, and decisively, but he is far from being comparable to others. When he changes his mind, he immediately becomes firm.

When he looked up at Wang Zheng again, before he could open his mouth, he saw that Wang Zheng, who had been expressionless since meeting him, had a rare gaffe and was pleasantly surprised.

The general really has a clear mind, and
You really value me so much.

"The general treats each other so frankly, and it takes so much effort to persuade him." Guo Jia was moved and said, "Jia is now a white man, with no accomplishments and no reputation. He is ashamed to be a national scholar."

"However, if you can leave a name in history, you can do what you want."

"Government is filial, just like Emperor Gao's ovary!" Wang Zheng retracted his eyes from the hanging transparent frame and turned to Guo Jia, the more he looked at it, the happier he said: "A great event will come true!"

At this time, Guo Jia had just stood up, but immediately bowed his head and fell to the ground:
"Chen Guo Jia pays homage to the lord."

Now that a choice has been made, the status of monarch and minister has been determined, and there is a distinction between superiority and inferiority. Guo Jia is so smart that he will naturally not ignore this section.

"Why do you need to be filial piety?" Wang Zheng laughed and strode forward, warmly helped him up, and then said with emotion: "It is really not easy to get Mr. back to his heart. I am so happy in my heart, it is hard to express it. Walking around, just right Now on New Year's Eve, everyone is in the city, and I will have a big banquet tonight to celebrate this event!"

How could Guo Jia dare to agree, he kept saying no.

"My lord, I am ashamed to lead you. Speaking of which, during these days, General Xu and Mr. Zibu have often treated me meticulously, but Jia was very rude. Now that I think about it, I am quite ashamed. I should pay a visit first." , to make amends."

This is of course an excuse. The so-called knowledge of others is wise, and self-knowledge is clear. Guo Jia naturally has both. Considering the latter, he is not a well-known person in the country at this time. If he really used his name to make such a big splash, it would be enough to give him face, but it would give people a handle and attract people's hatred.

Wang Zheng is not really a young man who doesn't know anything about the world, he was just too excited and missed this section, and now he has come to his senses: "That's right, the general didn't think well."

He also inadvertently changed his name back.

Wang Zheng still couldn't hide his excitement until he returned to his county mansion.

This is not only because Guo Jia was finally persuaded by him, but also because the other party's return of heart was done in one step, and the return of heart was very thorough.

Just now, Guo Jia's application for joining the team appeared on the system panel. This time, Wang Zheng learned Huang Zhong's lesson and agreed immediately.

And the opponent's attribute panel is worthy of Wang Zheng's hard work these days.

Guo Jia, courtesy name Fengxiao
Hero Title: "Ghost"

Talent: planning, eloquence, strategy, literature and history, judging the situation, calculating exhaustive strategies, and insight into people's hearts.

特技1：疑神疑鬼（随机削减敌对方全面属性（1%~5%间浮动），智力-5，士气-5）

Stunt 2: God hates ghosts (In the case of medium and large battlefields, when the number of people participating in the battle is less than half of the enemy, there is a chance to trigger a passive curse, which reduces the luck of all the opponents by 1:1 by deducting their own life, the upper limit is 10 points)
Stunt 3: Ghost Wisdom and Divine Luck (Effective conversations more than 1 times, intelligence is permanently +10, the upper limit is 1 points, luck is permanent +5, the upper limit is [-] points.)
This is super support.

The more he looked at the panel on the system frame, the better Wang Zheng's mood became.

Seven Talents, Three Special Skills
They are the crowns of all the heroes in the current team.

Especially the last one, except that the upper limit is a little lower, it is simply a magical skill.

(End of this chapter)