Reborn in the Three Kingdoms, I stole Liu Bei's uncle

Seeing that he couldn't beg for mercy, Liu Yu had no choice but to bite the bullet.

A descriptive poem? A descriptive poem?

Liu Yu racked his brain and thought about the 300 Tang poems he had memorized.

Still no clue.

It is so true that you only regret not having read enough books when you need them.

Suddenly, he saw two swallows flying from a distance, landing on the branches and chirping softly.

Swallows and mandarin ducks. Got it.

A poem suddenly popped up in Liu Yu's mind. He went over it carefully in his mind again and found that it was quite consistent with the scene before him. He was secretly happy.

"In that case, I'll show you my ugliness."

"The late sun makes the mountains and rivers beautiful, and the spring breeze makes the flowers and plants fragrant.

Swallows fly in the melting mud, and mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand."

As soon as the four lines of poetry came out.

Dong Zhuo looked confused. He couldn't tell whether the poem was good or not, but it sounded easy to understand and shouldn't be too profound.

He turned to look at Cai Yong, and was about to praise him a few more times, but he saw that he was intoxicated and muttered in a low voice.

Mud flying swallows, sand warm sleeping mandarin ducks.

OK, OK.

The alternation of movement and stillness creates a sense of interest.

The scenery is depicted in a clear, elegant and delicate manner, without any trace of flaws, naturally and fluently, without any embellishment.

The artistic conception is bright and distant, and the style is fresh.

The key is to have neat parallelism.

In just a few sentences, the scene before us is portrayed so vividly.

After a long time, Cai Yong finally came to his senses. He bowed to Liu Yu and said, "Yunqi is a great talent, Yong is not as good as him!"

What's going on? Dong Zhuo was a little confused.

No way, Cai Bojie, who always thought highly of himself in terms of knowledge, actually bowed to a young man, and most importantly, he was very respectful. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it no matter how hard he tried.

"Bo Ji, what does this mean? Could this be a mistake?"

In Dong Zhuo's opinion, Cai Yong's poem was much better than Liu Yu's. You see, the words in that poem were so profound that he couldn't understand them. Aren't all of you scholars like this? The more you can't understand, the more profound it is.

Looking at Liu Yu's poem again, the words are simple and plain. Even someone like me who has not read many books can understand the meaning of this poem. Can such a simple poem deserve such respect from you, Cai Bojie?

"Prime Minister, Yong has studied this art since he was young, and it has been more than 40 years. He is definitely not wrong. Yunqi's talent is far superior to mine. It is no exaggeration to say that he is extremely talented."

Dong Zhuo still didn't quite understand. He turned to look at Li Ru, and Li Ru came back to his senses from his thoughts.

"My Lord, this poem is very appropriate to this scene and can be considered a rare masterpiece."

After hearing what Cai Yong and Li Ru said, Dong Zhuo understood that Liu Yu did have some talent, and it seemed that it could not be said that someone was deliberately suppressing Cai Yong.

After all, it's time to go.

He waved his hand, indicating that Liu Yu could leave.

Liu Yu was overjoyed. He bowed to everyone and then turned to leave.

I had just walked a short distance when I heard someone shouting from behind, "Yunqi, stop."

Liu Yu turned around and saw Cai Yong taking two steps at a time and quickly following him out.

The two of them walked and talked.

"Yunqi's poetic talent is something I admire very much. When Yunqi has some free time, please come to my humble abode and we can have a good chat about poetry."

Liu Yu replied, "I am honored to be invited by Lord Cai. I will definitely come to your house someday to bother you."

Cai Yong laughed heartily, his laughter full of joy.

……

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After Cai and Liu left, Dong Zhuo brought Li Ru back to the hall. After staying outside for half a day, he felt a little tired. He sat down on the couch, looked at Li Ru and asked, "Wenyou, what do you think of Liu Yu?"

Li Ru pondered for a moment and said, "He has some talent. But I can't tell anything else."

"What do you think of the rumors about his extraordinary talent?"

"Now it seems that no one is using his name to suppress Bo Ji and reflect on the prime minister. It's just that those scholars got drunk and flattered each other."

"That's good. Don't be fooled by their pretense of being knowledgeable. In fact, they can't accomplish anything. This is what can really accomplish something."

Dong Zhuo raised his fist and shook it in front of Li Ru.

Li Ru smiled and said, "Prime Minister, that's a good idea."

"As long as the Xiliang Iron Cavalry is in our hands, the Prime Minister will be able to control the government and rule the Han Dynasty."

Dong Zhuo laughed out loud.

"Wenyou's words really suit my heart."

After a while, Dong Zhuo stopped smiling, looked at Li Ru and asked:

"Wenyou, is there something important that you are here for?"

Li Ru bowed and said, "I have something important to report to the Prime Minister. I have learned today that Wang Situ's family has an ancestral sword called the Seven Star Sword. It is said that this sword can cut iron like mud and is extremely sharp."

"Seven-Star Sword." Dong Zhuo muttered to himself. For a moment, he did not understand why Li Ru suddenly said this.

Li Ru continued, "Ru, think again, could the Seven-Star Sword in Wang Situ's house be the one Cao Cao used to assassinate the Prime Minister?"

When Dong Zhuo heard this, he sat up, rolled his eyes for a moment, and said angrily:

"I never thought that Wang Yun would deceive me. Cao Cao went to Wang Yun's house not to attend a banquet, but to borrow a knife. He wanted to use this Seven Star Knife to assassinate me."

Dong Zhuoyue was getting angrier and angrier. He usually thought Wang Yun was a friendly and obedient person to him, so he thought he was a loyal minister. He never expected that he was harboring evil intentions and colluding with Cao Cao to assassinate him.

There is an old saying that goes like this.

You can know a person’s face but not his heart.

Our family was almost deceived by him.

Dong Zhuoyue became more and more angry.

He shouted to the door: "Fengxian my son."

Lu Bu walked in from outside, bowed and said, "Foster father, what can I do for you?"

"You must lead the soldiers to seal off the Situ Mansion and bring Wang Yun to us. Put all the other family members in jail. We will deal with them together after we have questioned Wang Yun."

Lu Bu responded and was about to go to Situ Mansion to gather troops and arrest people.

Li Ru only heard him dissuade him, "Prime Minister, wait a minute."

Dong Zhuo asked, "What else do you think, Wenyou?"

Li Ru pondered for a moment and said, "This knife alone is not enough to prove that Wang Yun is an accomplice."

"Think about it, Prime Minister. Wang Situ's family is not the only one that has precious swords. If Meng De found this sword from somewhere else, wouldn't that be an injustice to Wang Situ?"

Dong Zhuo thought it made sense.

If Cao Cao obtained this knife from somewhere else, then it has nothing to do with Wang Yun.

We have wronged him.

Although he was not afraid of wrongly accusing people, he still had some respect for important officials like Wang Yun.

After all, if he wants to gain a firm foothold in the court, he also needs the contributions of these princes and ministers.

But how to prove it?

Have it.

"Fengxian, my son, quickly bring the soldiers to seal off Situ's mansion, and you go in and search. If you find the Seven Star Sword in his armor, it means that this matter has nothing to do with Wang Yun. If you can't find the Seven Star Sword, arrest him directly."

Lu Bu took the order and left. He walked out of the door and called up his soldiers.

He was fully armored, with a sword hanging from his waist, a painted halberd in his hand, and riding on a red rabbit horse. He exuded an air of looking down on the world.

"Set off."