The Three Kingdoms of the Widow

Gongsun Yuan is too boring.

On the way back to the army, Sima Yi felt that this battle was really unpleasant. Both pig teammates and pig enemies were undesirable, and would affect the construction of social harmony and spiritual civilization.

It took Sima Zhao several days to recover from the baptism of "Jingguan". For a long time, he walked around when he saw his father.

Master Sima was used to it, so he asked Sima Yi: "Father, are you going back now?"

"Well, go back early." Sima Yi was a little absent-minded, she was more concerned about Cao Rui's situation, this child is a typical "nozuonodie".

"But on the way back, we will pass through Hejian County. The villagers have sent someone to post a greeting in advance, and I would like to invite you to go back to your hometown to take a look. Didn't it take a year before His Majesty? It's still early. Let's go for a while Walking across the river will not waste much time."

Sima Yi froze for a moment. The "origin" did not leave her with too many good memories. As soon as she crossed, she was hunted down and ran for her life. She was forced to kill, and was almost beaten to death by Sima Fang... Such an origin is not worth it.

But looking at Master Sima, Sima Yi was a little speechless. Master Sima was obviously willing to go back. Some aristocratic families and noble families in Hejian could take this opportunity to build relationships, which would only benefit Sima Master's development in the future.This son never asked for anything for himself, so this time Sima Yi didn't want to disappoint him, and counted the days: "Then go and stay for a few days, at most five days."

So when passing through Hejian County, Sima Yi ordered the army to stop and rest. The villagers served wine to entertain Sima and his son. extraordinary.

The beauty next to Sima Shi pretended to be casual and faded her cuffs, revealing a pink and tender wrist like a white lotus root. Sima Shi didn't even look at it, and directly ordered the person next to her to give her a necklace of gemstones. The beauty knelt down in surprise to thank her, thinking that this was the rhythm of being favored.

"The neck is too ugly, and I don't know how to cover it up."

The beauty turned pale all of a sudden, but Master Sima turned his head to teach his younger brother who was obsessed with the beautiful maid: "If you cause any trouble here, think about how to tell Yuan Ji."

Sima Zhao was sent back from heaven to hell, he could only hold up his wine bottle in resentment to cover it up: "Brother, you are too much, you won't let me play if you don't play yourself, and you don't have a wife in the hall, are you afraid that someone will take care of you?"

Sima Shi pretended not to hear Sima Zhao's complaints, and drank on his own.

Who doesn't love beauties.

But in the past, the sea was too difficult for water. In the eyes of Master Sima, there is no beauty in the world today.

The atmosphere of the banquet reached its climax, and the villagers left their seats to dance for fun. Sima Yi would not stop dancing. Back then, the song "Zi Jin" on the Tongque Stage was a lifelong shame. Now, with her status, no one dares to force her to dance .Sima Shi and Sima Zhao could only do the sword dance for their father, so as not to spoil the fun, but the villagers didn't mind too much. After the banquet was over, they asked Sima Yi for calligraphy.

Sima Yi is a little drunk, Mo Bao, oh.

It should be "Song of Liaodong", one of Sima Yi's few surviving literary creations in history.

However, for a traveler, this cannot be called "creation".

Just deal with it, who will come to ask for copyright fees in this era, Sima Yi thought so, and put pen to paper:

The heavens and the earth are opened up, and the sun and the moon reappear.

When you encounter an occasion, you will receive a speech.

Will sweep the filth and return to my hometown.

Clean up thousands of miles, and the eight wastes will be in order.

Return to old age after success, and treat Wuyang for crimes.

The villagers still couldn't help applauding the mediocre poem, only a person in the corner snorted coldly: "Wuyang Wuyang to be punished? Taiwei sure he didn't make a typo?"

What this person said made the atmosphere a little cold at the time. Sima Yi squinted his drunken eyes and looked at it. He could only roughly tell that he was a young man in his 30s, wearing a blue cloth dress that was washed a little whitish, with a bamboo crown on his hair. The hairpin appears to be from an average family background, but the belt hook on the belt around the waist is inlaid with white jade.He couldn't see clearly, but generally speaking, he was a fair person, and he was a little arrogant.

"Who are you?" Sima Shi felt unhappy because the other party questioned his father.

"Huan Fan!"

Huan Fan... Sima Yi got a bit of a headache from drinking, he wondered who this person is, his name is so familiar, why can't he remember it.

"This Huan... Huanqing, I don't know how to address him, so how dare I ask which word I wrote wrong?"

"'Wuyang' in the last sentence."

Sima Yi shook his head, trying to shake off his drunkenness: "...Wu... That's right, I believe the word is correct."

Sima Yi is indeed very confident. She has been like this since the beginning of the world. Although she studied liberal arts, she doesn't like and is not good at combining characters. For her, articles other than practical writing are useless.If you pick up an article, you can discard it if you can’t provide her with any information she needs within 5 minutes. Articles that can’t extract the central idea are scum, and the beauty and rhythm are meaningless to her.After studying liberal arts for several years, she never took the initiative to write an essay or a poem unless necessary.From this point of view, let’s not mention Guo Jia who wrote “A group of grass carp into the net pocket”, even Zhuge Liang, who was born in pure engineering, is better than her.However, such a person who is not sensitive enough to words has studied liberal arts. The reason is that she can remember all the words that should be memorized very well, and she has never misremembered them.For example, when Guo Jia took the college entrance examination, he was asked to silently write "Lang Tao Sha" written by Li Yu, the empress of the Southern Tang Dynasty, full of sorrow for the subjugation of the country. The original text is as follows:

The past can only be sad, but it is difficult to arrange the scene.Moss invades the steps in the courtyard in the autumn wind.If the bead curtain is not rolled up, who will come all day long.

The golden lock has been buried, and it is full of vitality.The night is cool and the moon is blooming.I want to see the shadow of Yulou and Yao Palace, and the sky is like Qinhuai.

But Guo Jia, who was in the second grade, wrote it like this:

Only the past is sad, and it is difficult to arrange the scene.The moss in the courtyard invades the steps in the autumn wind.If the bead curtain is not rolled up, whoever comes all day long.

The golden lock has been buried, and it is full of vitality.The night is cool and the moon is blooming.I want to see the shadow of Yulou and Yao Palace, and illuminate Qinhuai in the sky!

The Chinese teacher who corrected this paper almost shouted "talent!"It is indeed a talent!What kind of brain circuit is able to reassemble a song that is obviously extremely sad and sad without changing every single word, just changing the order and reassembling it into a positive and striving word!Even the last sentence is a little domineering, okay?

Therefore, everyone knows why Guo Jia was sent to Sanhe University of Technology instead of being admitted to Yenching University.

Sima Yi would never make such a mistake.

Even though she was drunk this time, she was very sure that she did not make a typo, because she had never memorized it in a wrong way.

"I think it's a mistake." Huan Fan was very sure.

"Are you sure you're punishing 'Dancing' Yang instead of 'Shou' Yang?"

Sima Yi's wine immediately sobered up.

Sima Yi looked around blankly: Am I not drinking?

It's very foggy here.

Sima Yi strode aimlessly, trying to find the environment and things he was familiar with.

The fiery red lacquer pillars, the hanging curtains in the distance, and... the familiar touch of the carpet from under your feet.

This is……? !

The fog in front of him gradually dissipated, revealing the throne and the screen in the distance.

Court!Why am I here!What about the rest?Why is His Majesty not here?Sima Yi thought in horror.

nobody……

throne...

It seems that there is no need to panic, Sima Yi's eyes slid to the end of the line of sight, Cao Pi sat in that position, and Cao Rui after that... Sitting there, looking down, what does it feel like?

I really want to try it.

This idea is slightly evil.As Sima Yi said this to himself, he walked up the steps involuntarily, and slowly sat down while touching the cushion.

It turned out to be this feeling, nothing special, just like standing on a high place during the invigilation.

"Well……"

The hand that suddenly stretched out in the darkness landed on Sima Yi's knee.

...!

"that's it……"

"...Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" Unprepared, Sima Yi saw Cao Rui appearing from the darkness one by one. His hair was not tied up this time, and it was messy in front of him, so he couldn't see his face clearly.If he hadn't been wearing the crown suit with the twelve coat of arms bearing the sun and the moon on his shoulders as usual, Sima Yi wouldn't be sure that it was him.

"I'll be right away..." Sima Yi felt guilty of being caught doing something wrong on the spot, but Cao Rui held her down: "It doesn't matter, just sit down."

"But……"

"This is my oral order, sit down."

Sima Yi sat back half-believing, but still very nervous.

Cao Rui didn't seem to know Sima Yi's mood at this time, and his head slowly rested on Sima Yi's lap.

This move really surprised Sima Yi: "Your Majesty..."

"Ruier..."

"Ok?"

"You've never called me that..." Cao Rui's voice sounded coquettish and sad, and the strange feeling that Sima Yi had once returned.

"But you call Sima Shi and Sima Zhao that way..." And you have called them for many years.

Just as Sima Yi wanted to explain, Cao Rui interrupted his thoughts: "Look at me."

"Eh?"

The head against Sima Yi's knee made a vague voice: "Look at my face..."

Did you mean to look carefully at Rui'er's face...

Sima Yi carefully approached Cao Rui's face, and gently lifted his long black and shiny hair.

Half of the face was bloody and bloody, with some black and red viscous liquid flowing out, and pale bones could be seen in some places—this was half of a rotting face

"Ruier—" Sima Yi struggled to wake up from the nightmare, dripping with cold sweat.

"Father!" Sima Shi rushed into the big tent, followed by Sima Zhao.

Sima Yi gasped in horror. Since Sima Fang died, she hadn't had a dream for a long time, let alone a nightmare: "Ruier, Ruier..."

"Father, what's wrong with you?"

Sima Yi didn't have time to answer Master Sima's question, she lifted the thin quilt covering her body, turned over and jumped off the couch, then rushed out of her coach's sleeping tent, went to the temporary stable and pulled out her horse.

"Father! Where are you going!"

Sima Yi chanted "Rui Er Rui Er" as if possessed by a demon, flew on his horse, and rushed out of the camp all the way.

Sima Zhao was at a loss, Sima Shi had already pulled out his mount and was about to chase him out.

"Your Majesty wrote in handwriting: 'When I look at you from the side, I will go straight into the pavilion and look at my face'. The Taiwei hurried back to Luoyang—" the sharp voice of the servant came suddenly, and the coachman drove the emperor's car and smashed the gate. This is to be beheaded according to the regulations, but judging from the urgency, you know that something big has happened.

Master Sima made a decisive decision: "Second brother, you lead the army to speed up the return journey, I will go after father first!"