Never thought I would become the emperor

Chapter 107 A sensation in the capital
Lu Bu also spent this banquet under the envious and jealous eyes of everyone. Although Lu Bu verbally agreed to marry Diao Chan, in essence there was no progress.

After the banquet, Lu Bu chatted with Wang Yun and went home in Xiao Shimin's car, but what he didn't know was that a shock was brewing in Luoyang City.

On the large and small streets of Luoyang City, a group of more than a dozen members of the Wang family held a large banner in their hands, which was written "Park Qinhuai" written by Lu Bu. While holding the flag, they shouted with.

The reason for doing so was naturally arranged by Wang Yun himself.As long as Lu Bu's status rises, the status of his father-in-law Wang Yun will naturally rise as well.It has to be said that Wang Yun took this step brilliantly. It not only gave Lu Bu face, but also boosted his own status.

In this way, under Wang Yun's special arrangement, the people in the entire Luoyang City knew that Lu Bu had written a poem called "Po Qin Huai".Whether it is a beggar on the street or an old man at home, children have a preliminary understanding of this poem, and even those with a good memory can recite it proficiently.

As the popularity of this poem in Luoyang City continues to rise, more and more literati are invited to watch. Most of those who came to receive the news are talented people in Luoyang City. They came here after hearing the news, just to witness This is known as the next poem that has been passed down through the ages.

"Master, more and more people are coming."

At the end of the street, Xiao Shimin looked at the dense crowd and said excitedly.

All these people gathered around the song "Po Qinhuai" written by Lu Bu, carefully looked at it, even looked at it a little bit, and then closed their eyes to savor it carefully.

Wang Yun stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Well, I believe it won't be long before Lu Bu's name becomes a sensation all over the world."

"Hasn't General Lu's name been a sensation all over the world?" Xiao Shimin asked suspiciously.

"I'm talking about literature."

Wang Yundao.

Xiao Shimin suddenly understood, and then a happy smile appeared on his face. He was sincerely happy that Lu Bu could write such a famous sentence through the ages.

However, what Wang Yun didn't know was that the moment he posted the notice about Lv Bu's poem writing, the matter had already spread a step ahead and spread throughout Luoyang City.Children down to the age of six knew the story of Lu Bu and Yuan Yin and Yuan Shi's father and son fighting poetry, and it became a story passed down by word of mouth after dinner and dinner.

Cai Fu
Cai Yong looked at the mountains of poetry letters in front of him, his old face showed a trace of helplessness, sitting in the lobby, holding a letter in his hand, his piercing eyes were full of doubts.

He didn't even know what happened, and he received so many envelopes from friends or students asking him for advice, saying why a new person recently wrote a poem that has been passed down through the ages.

Although Cai Yong is not very good at literary creation, he must have certain attainments in this aspect. When someone suddenly wrote a poem that has been passed down through the ages, the first thing he thought of was nonsense. , but as he read further, his eyes became confused and shocked.

The smoke cage is cold water and moon cage sand, and Qinhuai is near the restaurant at night.

Business women do not know the hatred of subjugation, and they still sing backyard flowers across the river.

In just four sentences, Cai Yong froze in place in astonishment, as if his body had gone numb.

Cai Yong stared at the words on the letter without moving his eyes, and there were three small characters written on it, which were Lu Bu's "Po Qinhuai".

Lu Bu?

Seeing this name, Cai Yong seemed to have seen a ghost.

Of course Lu Bu knew who he was, but he was just a general, how could he know how to create literature?How is it possible to write such a perfect poem?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Cai Yong subconsciously thought, after all, he knew that for a person to write a poem well, he must go through countless hard work before he can hone it. How could someone like Lu Bu be able to write it?

However, after he put more than a dozen envelopes in succession, he discovered that the characters behind each poem were written by Lu Bu. Cai Yong couldn't believe his eyes. He gently put the envelope in his hand on the table. Cai Yong raised his head. Looking at the ceiling above his head, he muttered to himself: Did he really write it?
Although he had also heard about Yuan Yu and Lu Bu's poetry competition in the palace, it does not rule out the possibility of Lu Bu's plagiarism.

He was born as a literati, so he can naturally see that this poem is unusual. Every word in this poem expresses the true feelings and expresses a feeling of patriotism and family love.

He has also read a lot about patriotism, maybe he can find some clues.

Cai Yong suddenly thought of it, and then quickly stood up from the chair, went to the bookcase and canceled one book after another, turning over one page after another, but to his disappointment, there was no clue at all, and there was no clue. That is to say, there is no suspicion of plagiarism about Lu Bu.

Cai Yong was stunned. Even he couldn't write poems of this level. Could it be possible that a person who only knows how to lead troops on the battlefield can write them?

He suddenly felt that he had lived in vain for more than ten years, and a sense of loss and bitterness filled his heart, and then he sat back on the chair in a daze.

Cai Yong's doubts were not without reason. After all, to write a poem well, one must have profound attainments in this area, and Lu Bu did not have this level. It's normal.

But no matter how they think, they never imagined that Lu Bu is a traveler from the distant 21st century. As long as he thinks, he can write down all 300 capitals of Tang poems, let alone such a simple "Po Qinhuai".

After a while, a very beautiful woman ran over in a hurry with her skirt in hand, and saw that she was still holding a letter tightly in her hand. news came.

Seeing the girl in front of him, Cai Yong immediately showed a peaceful smile and said, "Yan'er, you are here."

And standing in front of him were the well-known Miss Cai family in Luoyang City, Cai Yan and Cai Zhaoji.Cai Yan is not only good-looking, but also knowledgeable and talented, especially good at literature, music and calligraphy.In addition to the influence of her father Cai Yong and her family, her temperament naturally cultivated a kind of elegance. Such an excellent and perfect woman has fascinated many young masters of the capital.

"Father."

Cai Yan saluted Cai Yong respectfully.

(End of this chapter)