Two and a half million stones of grain were handed over to Liu Mang like this, and Cao Pi's heart was bleeding.
However, Xu Chu, Xu Yi and Dianman were all in Liu Bei's hands.
If you are only submissive and unwilling to redeem people, it will only make others laugh.
Cao Pi agreed without hesitation.
"Situ, this matter needs to be implemented as soon as possible!"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Wang Lang is famous for his thick skin, so he naturally knows what Cao Pi means.
Let’s get the people back first. As for whether to provide food or not, it’s not Cao Wei who has the final say?
"Wait a minute, why not make a written statement first!"
"Liu Changqing, can't you trust me?"
Cao Pi glared angrily, but Liu Mang was not afraid at all. He was not frightened.
"My word is to guard against villains, not gentlemen."
"If you, Cao Pi, are truly a gentleman, why would you care about establishing a written document?"
Cao Pi was a little hesitant. Once he had the written evidence, he would leave evidence.
If a person has no faith, he will not stand up. If Cao Pi does not pay back the food, he will become a hypocritical villain.
"Bring me a pen! I'll just write down the document!"
Seeing that Cao Pi had written his name confidently, Liu Mang let him go.
Xu Chu lowered his head and came to Cao Pi's side.
"Your Majesty... I am aware of my guilt..."
"Stand aside!"
Cao Pi was a little angry, but because Xu Chu was loyal to his Cao family, he didn't say much.
As for Dian Man and Xu Yi, Cao Pi was filled with hatred for these two prodigal sons who failed to achieve anything but failed!
"Now that everyone is here, we might as well have a poetry contest."
Liu Bei said hello, and everyone came to the bustling city of Xiangyang.
"Liu Xuande, what do you mean by this? It is an elegant thing for us to compose poetry. How can we allow these untouchables to participate in it?"
Cao Pi snorted coldly, with a look of displeasure on his face.
In his opinion, Liu Bei was still a mat weaver and shoe seller at heart, even inferior to Sun Quan.
"No, we let the people judge whether the poem is good or not."
"After all, no matter who it is to judge, it is impossible to be absolutely fair."
Liu Bei talked eloquently, and although the people did not know the meaning of the writing, they could still hear the good and bad.
This was also Liu Mang's idea. The paper was gorgeous and Cao Pi was definitely as good as anyone else.
But if the poem has a profound meaning, then that’s not necessarily the case.
"Hmph, you're just trying to be mysterious! I'll be the first to write a poem!"
"Just wait and listen!"
"This poem is called "Tiger Walking"!"
Cao Pi stood with his hands behind his back and took the stage to present his work.
"My new love with you is entrusted to Eryi."
"It is listed in Ziwei. How can you tell whether it will rise or fall?"
"The phoenix trees climb the phoenix wings, and the clouds and rain scatter the flood ponds."
After finishing this poem, all the ministers of Cao and Wei applauded.
"Your Majesty's rhetoric is gorgeous, and he is worthy of being a leader in the literary world of the Central Plains!"
"The last two sentences are really the finishing touch!"
"Such a beautiful poem, I'm afraid those untouchables can't understand it!"
Although the people of Xiangyang City were confused after hearing this, they also understood that Cao Pi's "Tiger Walking" was really not very fierce.
To put it bluntly, it is just a love poem between a man and a woman, and the young woman is looking forward to her husband's love with worry.
This was also what Cao Pi did when he was the prince and competed with Cao Zhi for the position of crown prince.
Today I just took it out again and let everyone taste it.
"Liu Changqing, what do you think of my "Tiger Walking"?"
Cao Pi looked arrogant, but Liu Mang yawned.
"You're obviously not very good at "Tiger's Journey", so you'd better listen to my "Yanmen Taishou's Journey"!"
As soon as Liu Mang finished speaking, he saw Zhang Fei going into battle shirtless and personally beating the drum to cheer for his eldest nephew.
"Third uncle... As for engaging in such a big battle? I am composing poetry, not going to fight!"
"My eldest nephew! When your second uncle beheaded Cai Yang in the ancient city, I was the one who played the drum. Today you will definitely defeat Cao Pi for me!"
The sound of drums brings people back to the battlefield instantly.
"Dark clouds are pressing down on the city to destroy it, and the armor's light is shining towards the golden scales of the sun."
Liu Mang's first sentence made everyone feel nervous.
The enemy soldiers are rolling in like black clouds, and the city wall seems to be about to collapse; our army is ready, the sun shines on the armor, and a golden light shines.
"The sound of the trumpet fills the autumn sky, and the night is purple when stuffed with swallow fat."
In the autumn sky, the loud military trumpets shake the earth and the sky, and the blood of the soldiers turns dark purple in the dark night!
Zhang Liao, who was from Mayi, Yanmen, couldn't help but look a little moved at this time.
Liu Mang's two poems describe the current situation of Yanmen soldiers!
"A half-rolled red flag is near the Yishui River. The frost is heavy and the drums are cold but the sound cannot be heard."
The red flag was half-rolled, and the reinforcements rushed to Yishui; the night was cold and frosty, and the drums sounded depressed and low.
"Report your favor on the golden stage, support the Jade Dragon and die for you."
Just to repay the king's kindness, the soldiers held their swords in hand and regarded death as if they were dead.
Liu Mang's last two sentences were like the finishing touch, making Zhang Liao fall into deep thought.
Why didn't he have the heart to serve the country when he joined the army?
But as time has passed, this desire to serve the country has changed.
"Okay! The sons of the Han family have always looked down upon death!"
"After listening to this poem, I want to go to Yanmen to kill the enemy and defend against the Huns!"
"Good poetry! What a good poem!"
The common people obviously bought into "The Journey of the Governor of Yanmen" more, especially since the Xiongnu had been invading the Central Plains, and they were a serious concern of the Han Dynasty.
Although Cao Pi's poems were gorgeous in rhetoric, they did not resonate with the people.
Except for the arrogant and lewd Dukes of Gungun, who would like these poems about young women yearning for spring?
On the contrary, the sons of the Han family yearned for the gratification of killing enemies at the frontier!
Seeing that Cao Pi was at a disadvantage, Sun Quan naturally couldn't ignore it.
"Everyone, now that the Three Kingdoms are standing in harmony, there is peace and harmony. Don't talk about these swords and weapons."
"Why don't you just throw some light and make a fool of yourself with a song called "Flowers in the Back Garden"."
Sun Quan was eager to try and chanted:
"A leaf boat on the clear stream, with lotus flowers on both sides of the river in autumn. Whose daughter is picking water chestnuts? The singing sounds are like dusk gulls. The clouds are cloudy and sad, and my head is full of wind and rain. I wear lotus leaves and go home to rest."
Soon, a peaceful scene in the south of the Yangtze River appeared in everyone's minds.
The women collecting water chestnuts worked happily, and their songs echoed in the fields.
Soochow ministers praised him one after another, but under this peaceful appearance, Soochow's internal and external troubles were hidden.
There are mountains and rivers inside that are constantly causing chaos, and outside there are Wei and Shu who are watching with eager eyes!
"Wang Wang's poem is indeed wonderful, but I don't know whether it's jade or not."
"Your Highness, if you have any opinion, just say it!"
Liu Mang was not polite and said with a smile:
"The smoke cage is cold, the water is caged in the moon cage, and the sand is caged. I stay in Qinhuai at night, close to the restaurant."
"The merchant girl doesn't know the hatred of the country's subjugation, but she still sings the flowers in the backyard across the river!"
As soon as this poem came out, Sun Quan's face turned pale. He could clearly hear the sarcasm in Liu Mang's words!
Especially the last two sentences, which he had just composed "Flowers in the Back Garden", now in Liu Mang's poems, have become the sound of the country's subjugation.
"this……"
When Lu Meng saw this, he laughed on the spot and said: "Your Highness, my King Wu is just trying to attract others. Are you taking it too seriously?"
Liu Mang said calmly: "I hope King Wu will forgive me. I am just too anxious. I am worried about the popular music in the south of the Yangtze River, and I have forgotten the way of governing the country."
After all, there has been no war in the six counties of Jiangdong for a long time. Liu Mang's reminder is false, but his ridicule is true.
If you, Sun Quan, don't go out to train, you will be finished sooner or later!
