There are gentlemen in the Three Kingdoms

Sun Gan took a deep breath, cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Cao's conditions, Mr. Sun will definitely tell Mr. Taiping when he returns, and he will never miss a single thing. But, alas! It's a pity that Mr. Tao's affection for Mr. Cao is so great. Cao Gong is so difficult to be my family's lord, it is really sad and lamentable."

Cao Cao was not annoyed when he heard the words, and said: "The little thief surnamed Tao harmed my father and brother, attacked my country of Liang, and captured my family's cronies. What kind of friendship is there? It's ridiculous."

Sun Qian was silent for a while, then Fang said: "Young Master Tao has studied poetry more in recent years, and he has written many excellent works that can be handed down to future generations, but they have never been published to the world. Taking this opportunity, I specially ordered me to send them here. Appreciated by Mr. Cao, Sun Qianxiang heard that Mr. Cao loved poetry and fu. In Luoyang, he and my son each wrote beautiful poems that have been handed down through the ages. They were famous for a while, but today they have forgotten the original intention of their friendship. It is really impressive. Sad."

Cao Cao was taken aback when he heard this, and then he thought of the poems he and the potter made together in Luoyang. They admired each other, and felt very sad.

Time flies like a white horse, and it never returns. In a trance, things change and people change. Four years have passed.

"Bring some of Cao some of the new poems written by Mr. Taiping in recent years."

Sun Gan clapped his hands and ordered someone to hand over the box containing the poems.

After Cao Cao opened the box, he saw that there were rolls of thick bamboo slips inside, as many as ten volumes.

Cao Cao was taken aback when he saw this, and then seemed to miss it.

When he was in Luoyang back then, he knew that this kid was greedy for money and cunning, not doing his job properly, and obsessed with strange tricks.

Although he is talented, such actions are not what a person who can unify the world should do.

Now that the world is in chaos, when he is trying to dominate, he still has so much leisure time to do so many idle things?

Hehe, it seems that Dong Zhao's analysis is correct, the structure of this child is still not lenient enough.

Cao Cao casually picked up a roll of bamboo slips and opened it to read.

"The sun is burning in the west, and the remaining light shines on my clothes. The returning wind blows the walls, and the cold birds depend on each other."

After Cao Cao finished reading, he stroked his beard and thought about it for a while, and said with emotion: "What a boy! After so many years, this idea is still not lost!"

After finishing speaking, he picked up another volume of bamboo slips and flipped through them casually.

"I can't sleep at night, I sit up and play the qin. The thin curtain looks at the bright moon, and the breeze blows my lapel. The Guhong is out in the field, and the birds are singing in the North Forest"

After reading it, Cao Cao sighed again, nodded in praise and said: "Okay, not bad, what a boy, if he doesn't become a prince, he changes his career to become a writer, I think he will succeed!"

Cao Cao hasn’t had such an elegant mood for a long time. He read volume after volume, volume after volume, and looked at the poems excerpted by the potters from the later Wei and Jin Dynasties. Cao Cao became more and more excited. , the nature is getting higher and higher!He kept saying "Okay, okay" over and over in his mouth.

When he was young, Cao Cao picked up another roll of bamboo slips, but saw that there were densely packed characters in it, obviously not poetry, but the content looked like a book.

Cao Cao was taken aback when he saw this, and looked carefully at the title, but saw that there were three bright big characters written on the title.

Jin Ping Mei.

Chapter 341 Diligent and easy to read

That night, in Cao Cao's study in Jiyin County, the lights were brightly lit and remained on all night, and Cao Cao himself did not come out of the study. The attendants brought dinner and supper, but Cao Cao only said that he was not hungry, and asked the messenger who delivered the meals to go back quickly, not to eat. Disturb his old man's house cleaning.Cao Cao didn't eat or drink all night, and he only asked his attendants to bring rags twice in the middle of the night, so the night passed like beans.

In the early morning of the next day, Cao Cao still didn't eat breakfast, but just kept himself in the study and studied hard.

Cheng Yu and Dong Zhao came to see Cao Cao, and when they heard that the attendant had mentioned Cao Cao's situation, the two masterminds became a little uneasy.

Mr. Cao didn't sleep all night, could it be that he had some kind of evil disease?

The two of them didn't care about etiquette, and rushed to Cao Cao's study in a hurry.

In the study at this time, Cao Cao was looking at the first half of the strange book on the table with a gloomy expression, feeling an indescribable depression and irritability in his heart.

Although it is not known whether this work was made by the potter himself, Cao Cao has to admit that the writing style of this book is really excellent.

The content is informative, the forms are diverse, and the emotional color is vivid, especially the detailed handling of the text, which can be described as lifelike, giving people an immersive feeling.

Cao Cao is almost 40 years old, and he can be regarded as a well-read book, but he has never read a boutique novel that focuses on describing the behavior and interaction of characters and handles the details so delicately.

It's really refreshing, it's too much fun for your mother!

The problem is that the little pottery merchant didn't know whether it was on purpose or not, but actually only put the first half of the strange book in the box, and Cao Cao turned the box upside down but couldn't find the contents of the second half.

What surprised Cao Cao the most was that the pottery merchant actually listed some names of people with special meanings in the note of the last volume of the novel, and used exaggerated techniques to praise them infinitely.

What Xiangyang Liu Biao's wife, Cai's.

Du Shi, the wife of Qin Yilu, a general of Lu Bu's department.

Zou Shi, wife of Zhang Ji.

Yuan Shu's concubine, Feng Shi, daughter of Feng Fang, the court secretary, and so on.

Anyway, they were all daughters-in-law of other people's families, and the graceful appearance of these daughter-in-laws was also moderately exaggerated by the pottery.

After the whole night, Cao Cao's eyes only turned hot, his whole body felt dry and hot, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart.

What bothers Cao Cao the most now is that the novel whose surname is Tao has only written half of it!

At the critical moment, it came to an abrupt end!

Is the little boy surnamed Tao so careless?What is the content behind it!

You should update me!Fragmented dog!

What kind of trouble is your kid writing to Cao Mou halfway?

Cao Cao dumped all the poems in the box on the ground, then kicked them aside.

Cao Cao is no longer interested in those poems.

He just kept digging through the bamboo slips to see if there was any follow-up content about Tao Shi's novel.

After searching for a while, Cao Cao was completely disappointed.

Just as he was about to look up to the sky and swear a few dirty words, he suddenly heard a rush of footsteps outside the door.

Cheng Yu and Dong Zhao's shouts of "Minggong, Minggong" have also been faintly transmitted.

As soon as Cao Cao heard the shouts of these two people, he knew it was going to be bad. He hurriedly packed the bamboo slips in his hands and stuffed them all into the wooden box.

Just when Cao Cao was covering the wooden box, he saw Cheng Yu and Dong Zhao rushing into the house in panic.

"Ming Gong, are you in good health?"

Cheng Yu's age is not too young, he is already in his [-]s, and he is basically old enough to be a grandfather. These few big jumps almost killed him.

But for the sake of the lord, Cheng Yu couldn't care less about anything else.

Cao Cao just straightened his posture, sitting in front of the table, his black face seemed to be a little red.

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and forced a stiff smile.