Lao Cao was slightly startled. He didn't know why this girl was so shy all of a sudden. He continued to make up the story: "I have a little thought, but I am afraid that if the sword is worn on my body, if it is actually used, it will be slightly damaged. It’s hard to regret, so I specially entrusted it to a very suitable person to keep it for me... Well, Jinzhi, what’s wrong with you?”
"Ah, ah! No, it's nothing! I mean, Brother Wu's handling was very appropriate." Jin Zhi felt that he had made a fool of himself, and quickly used words to cover it up. He couldn't help covering his face, feeling that his cheeks were hot, and he secretly felt that Complain: It’s all Aunt Baihua’s fault, otherwise why would I have such random thoughts?
It is important to know that women's thoughts are the most difficult to guess, especially young women. The thoughts in their minds are often strange and quick, and they are often unpredictable - but unlike young women, they only need to buy a bag.
How else to say that girlish feelings are always poetry?
Even a veteran in love like Lao Cao would never have thought at this moment that this shy girl had just written a... pornographic poem in her heart!
Lao Cao only said that Fang Jinzhi said "don't say it, don't look at it" because he was afraid that he would be embarrassed because he didn't bring the Qingluan Sword. He couldn't help but feel grateful secretly: The daughter of a dignified saint must also be spoiled, but she knows how to be considerate of others. It's really valuable.
Now his tone became gentler, and he changed the subject: "Since I said goodbye to you, due to the Jiangzhou incident, the imperial court has repeatedly sent people to fight against Liangshan. I can't stay out of it, so I have to wear a mask and go into battle. Fortunately, no one will know... …”
Fang Jinzhi was also happy not to talk about the size of the sword, and quickly said: "Ah, then just like you came to help us! Is the battle won?"
Lao Cao nodded and said with a smile: "I won, so I went to Bianjing to find official positions for many brothers. I thought it was a long-term plan. After finishing my work, I wanted to come to Jiangnan, but unexpectedly there was a dispute with Zengtou City." , detained our brother who went to buy horses, and had to go to attack him... Last year, he has been wandering around the northern country... and stayed in Japan... After he came back, before he could change his clothes, he heard that Tong Guan sent his troops to the south of the Yangtze River, because I When I was away, I appointed my younger brother Wu Song as general. I was afraid that I would be incompetent, so I borrowed my brother Song's name and hurried here."
He rambled on and briefly talked about the situation after farewell. His intention was clear: after thinking about it several times, he was tied up, and now that he was free, he rushed over immediately.
As expected, Fang Jinzhi fell into the trap, but became uneasy: "It turns out that Brother Wu is so busy, but I am ignorant... To be honest, in the past two or three years, I have often complained that you don't mean what you say, and I want to go to Shandong to settle accounts with you. Well, alas, I almost wronged my brother."
Cao Cao looked at her doubtfully and thought: It's strange. I already told Tong Guan that Wu Song was the general. I wanted to take the opportunity to lay a foreshadowing, but why didn't she ask me?
But she didn't know that in the girl's heart, Cao Cao was determined not to harm her, so she didn't take it to heart. She subconsciously thought that Cao Cao must have countermeasures. Moreover, after missing her for three years, she finally got her wish. How could she talk about military affairs with him in such a beautiful time? ? Wouldn't that ruin the scenery and let down the bright moon and spring breeze?
Although Cao Cao didn't know what she was thinking, she didn't ask, and he couldn't say much.
He could only follow her words and said: "Actually, I am not unjust. Thinking about it now, although those matters are urgent, it would not be a bad idea to leave them to other brothers. In the final analysis, Wu is always self-righteous and must do everything personally, so that …”
He turned his head and looked at Fang Jinzhi with a deep look in his eyes: "It's just a waste of time for you and me to get along."
His sweet words, with no words of love in them, seemed rather ordinary, but they were full of the tenderness of a successful man. When Fang Jinzhi listened to his ears, she felt intoxicated. When her eyes touched his, she almost overflowed with honey. He came, lowered his head shyly, and said in a low voice: "There will be more time in the future."
Under the moonlight, the girl looked shy, and her already good appearance became even more beautiful and lovely.
Although Lao Cao has always preferred more mature women, when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel his heart beat, and his tone became truly sincere: "Yes, I wish you a long life."
While talking, the two of them walked slowly to the gate of the city. When the soldiers on duty saw the two of them coming up, they all wisely stayed away.
There was no one around for a while, and the gates underfoot were as strong as iron. The spring breeze in April passed through the night sky and ruffled the girl's hair. Between the mountains in Guanxia, the waves of forest waves are blown together with the sound of the tide of Fuchun River, which is like the sound of nature.
Fang Jinzhi turned her head and looked at Lao Cao, then at the moon, and pursed her lips. She felt that the sky was vast and the earth was vast at this moment. The stars and moonlight, the shadows of the trees, the sound of the tide, everything she saw and heard were all beautiful and moving.
She felt that all kinds of emotions were surging in her heart, but she couldn't express them. She secretly regretted: Well, my father hired a famous scribe to teach me and Tian Ding to learn literature, but I shouldn't have let Tian Ding run away. People, if I were a talented woman, I could write a poem at this moment. No matter if I read it ten or twenty years later, I would still think of the scene tonight when Brother Wu and I were talking and admiring the moon. Wouldn’t it be unforgettable?
As soon as his thoughts changed, he suddenly said to Lao Cao: "Brother Wu, I heard legends in the world that Shandong's Wu Mengde was a man of both civil and military skills. He could not only kill people with a sword, but also write poems. I also heard people say that in ancient times, There is a very talented man who can write a poem in seven steps. Is Brother Wu that powerful?"
After hearing this, Cao Cao felt melancholy and amused at the same time. He sighed and said, "The one who can write a poem in seven steps is my son. If my son has such talent, is his father as weak as him?"
Fang Jinzhi just said that he was talking nonsense, gave him a light slap, and said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, it is easy to take advantage of the ancients? Wouldn't it be an insult to the sages. Hum, I understand, brother Wu must not be convinced by his talent. , I heard Uncle Qi Buddha say, this is called literati’s mutual respect, isn’t it?”
I thought to myself: That's right, Shi Bao and the others usually compete in martial arts. If Aunt Baihua is present, they will fight twice as hard every time. Sure enough, men love to show off in front of women. Brother Wu, an old and generous man, can't help but do it in front of me. Jealous of me saying that other talented people are great.
She consciously saw through Lao Cao's jealousy, and her heart became sweeter. She deliberately provoked him and said: "Brother Wu, if you can also write a poem in seven steps, I will believe that you are truly a talented person with both civil and military skills." What a great guy!"
As he spoke, he raised his white and smooth thumb and shook it in front of his eyes.
Cao Cao smiled, took two steps, and was about to speak, but was pulled back by Fang Jinzhi——
She actually didn't know how difficult it was to write a poem. When she saw Cao Cao taking two steps before he started speaking, she thought her topic was easy. She rolled her eyes and suddenly said: "I heard Uncle Qi Buddha say that the literati of this dynasty love to write lyrics. Brother Wu, don't write poetry, just write a line, well, I heard someone sing "Linjiang Immortal". This Wulong Mountain is close to the Fuchun River, so if you write a poem "Linjiang Immortal", wouldn't it suit the occasion? .”
""Linjiang Immortal"?" Cao Cao smiled freely, took two more steps, raised his finger and pointed at the moon, then pointed at himself and Jin Zhi, and chanted:
"There is a crescent moon in the sky, and the two of them stand side by side at midnight.
The spring breeze reaches the top of the forest.
Thousands of mountains separate me from each other, and I have been summoned several times by my dream soul.
I first believed that lovesickness is like wine, who has been spared by passion?
Name mark on Sansheng stone.
If it were not destined by God, where would the emotion arise? "
As Lao Cao read out each word, Fang Jinzhi's eyes opened wider and wider, and the corners of her mouth gradually turned up. Staring at Lao Cao without blinking, he felt that at this moment, he was the most happy and satisfied he had ever been in his life.
In fact, if a poem uses a lot of references, Fang Jinzhi would probably not understand it. However, Lao Cao saw that she had limited knowledge in this area. A poem was written as white as water, and Fang Jinzhi could empathize with the meaning of it.
I couldn't help but grab Lao Cao's hand with both hands, and shook it repeatedly: "Isn't your poem about you and me? Oh, oh, you have to write it down and give it to me. I have to memorize it for the rest of my life. Don’t forget it! Oops, did you just take two steps? You took five steps less than that great talent in ancient times, and you wrote more and more..."
She stretched her fingers, trying to calculate how many more words this poem had than Cao Zhi's "Seven-Step Poetry". After counting for a long time, her expression became more and more confused, and she simply waved her hand: "There are many more words." Where are the words!”
Lao Cao laughed out loud seeing how naive she was.
Fang Jinzhi grabbed his hand again: "Brother is so awesome..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a loud voice like thunder: "Brother is so awesome! He also writes lyrics so well, unlike Tieniu, who only knows how to write poems."
Fang Jinzhi jumped up like a little rabbit in fright, and hurriedly let go. When she looked back, she saw Li Kui waddling up to the pass: "Okay, you and my brother are hiding together and writing poems and playing tricks. Why don't we call you Tieniu?"
Ever since she was little, Fang Jinzhi has seen all the heroic men in the world. Although there are some educated men like Fang Qifu and Lou Minzhong, who is willing to joke with her as a little girl?
Therefore, when I occasionally hear people tell stories about talented people and beauties, I feel envious. When I was young, I even dressed up specially to go to see those scholars holding literary gatherings, but when they talked, they would only shake their heads. Even more so, Fang Jinzhi couldn't stand the sourness that soared to the sky.
Later, I heard someone talking about the "Green Lotus Sword Immortal" Li Taibai in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Not only was he excellent in swordsmanship, but he was also good at poetry. So I read his collection of poems, and I felt that he was so generous and heroic, which was completely different from what I had seen. Scholars were able to compete with him, so they "suddenly realized": It turned out that a real scholar should be like this.
Because of this idea, I first met Lao Cao, and after getting along with him for a while, I felt that his temperament was just like what I imagined Li Taibai to be. He was bold and upright, but also elegant. Today, listening to his words, I feel that my soul is wandering. , there are many sighs: "Today or later, I will see this beloved man."
Unexpectedly, Li Kui suddenly shouted, instantly tearing this charming artistic conception to pieces.
For a moment, I was angry and anxious - angry because the atmosphere was completely ruined, and anxious because I didn't know how long this black guy had been here. Just now, when I was forgetful, my little daughter's coquettish and coquettish expression was revealed. If others heard it, people would be shocked. Don’t do it anymore.
This is exactly what it is: the vast spring mountains are connected with green barriers, and the high and bright moon shines on Yinguan. If the long wind can have faith, it will blow back the sails on the river every year.
(End of chapter)
