Lan Tian and Lu Su chatted for a while under the influence of wine. They had just enjoyed themselves in the pavilion cooking pot. Guan Yu asked the waiter to remove all the dishes and cups from the table, and also asked someone to bring hot soup to sober up the two of them.
The alcohol content in that era was extremely low, and the two of them were performing separately, so they became sober through the hangover soup.
"Zijing's wine is quite strong..." Lan Tian said with a smile.
Lu Su had something in his mind and responded naively: "I'm not very good at drinking either..."
"Let's try this Lingnan coconut." Lantian said and called the waiter to open it.
While the waiter was opening the coconuts, Lu Su asked Lantian meaningfully: "I heard that Ziyu's wife is the daughter of Marquis Wen. Do you have the world-famous trap in your hands?"
Lan Tian was stunned when he heard this, but he replied grandly: "In the past, after the city of Xiapi was destroyed, the trapped camp belonged to Cao Cao, but the general Gao Shun escorted his wife to escape. He is now my subordinate and helps me run the army."
"With General Gao here, how many traps can't be trained? Last time, General Guan said that there were not enough defenders in Jingzhou and he could not send troops to Xiangfan to contain Cao Cao for the time being. Why doesn't Ziyu move the traps north?" Lu Su suggested.
Lan Tian smiled bitterly and said: "There are only 800 people. Why fight in Xiangfan..."
The trap camp is a well-equipped heavy infantry force. Lu Bu cannot afford to support the large number of soldiers, so the number has been kept at 800. After Lu Bu was hanged in Baimen Tower, the 800 trap camp became a legend. At this moment, Lu Su had no Be true to your word.
"Isn't Ziyu in charge of the entire Jingnan? These four counties only have 800 soldiers, right?" Lu Su asked doubtfully.
Lantian pretended to be surprised: "Zijing, don't talk nonsense. I am just the governor of Lingling. General Guan is the governor of Jingzhou. All military affairs are under his control. Xuande transferred troops from Jingnan after he entered Sichuan. Now the only ones left are I am responsible for the security of each county. If these people are sent to attack Xiangfan, what will happen if there is a Yue rebellion?"
Whether it was Lantian's actual official position or the real situation of Liu Bei's troops entering Sichuan, Wu Zuo and Wu You only heard about it in Jiangling, so Sun Quan also had a very vague understanding, and Lu Su had to keep nodding.
"Are there still Yue people making trouble in Jingnan?" Lu Su asked with a wry smile.
"Isn't Shanyue causing trouble in Jiangdong?" Lan Tian asked back.
Lu Su shook his head quickly, feeling the same pain as Lan Tian. He said to himself: "Why are these foreign races so difficult to deal with..."
The Yue people in Jingnan are relatively small, and with Lantian's policy guidance, it is basically impossible for them to rebel as long as they have enough to eat. Now even the Wuxi barbarians have surrendered. On the contrary, the Shanyue people in Danyang County have been repeatedly suppressed. Absolutely.
Seeing Lu Su's gloomy expression, Lan Tian couldn't help but ask: "Even if General Guan really sends troops to Xiangyang, will Jiangdong definitely be able to capture Hefei? I heard that General Lu brought a lot of troops..."
Cao Cao saw what was going on, knowing that after Liu Bei led troops into Sichuan, Jingzhou's current military strength was simply incapable of the Northern Expedition. However, not many defenders were transferred from Xiangfan. On the contrary, when Xia Houyuan left Hefei, he only gave Zhang Liao the remaining defenders. There were less than ten thousand people, but Cao Cao was sure that Sun Quan would not dare to attack easily.
Lu Su's face looked a little ugly, and he sighed, "If Ziming doesn't lead troops to Jiaozhou, my lord will definitely join forces with Jiangdong and take the opportunity to capture Hefei. Now that the war in Jiaozhou is at a stalemate, I'm afraid it won't be easy to attack the city..."
Lan Tian and Guan Yu looked at each other. Sure enough, it was the same as what they said last night. Even Lu Su was not optimistic about the war, and Sun Quan was even less likely to take risks.
"Since Sun and Liu are in alliance, why bother to use Lingling troops to attack Lai Gong? After Ziming captures Jiaozhou, he can attack Hefei." Lu Su had a sudden thought.
"Zijing, the alliance between Sun and Liu is to resist Cao Cao. What's the point of asking me to attack Jiaozhou? Xuande promised Sun Cheqi not to interfere in Jiaozhou affairs. Lai Gong was originally Liu Jingsheng's general, so it's fine that I didn't lend a helping hand. ..." Lan Tian was speechless.
"I was the one who was abrupt..." Lu Su also felt that he was being whimsical. No one would do such a useless thing. At this time, eight points of his doubts about Lan Tian were relieved.
The sun was gradually setting in the west, and the three of them chatted leisurely about interesting things about the world. The waiter brought some opened coconuts and provided them with long-handled wooden spoons to eat the pulp.
Lan Tian took the lead in holding the coconut and walked to the pavilion to look north at the Yangtze River. Guan Yu and Lu Su also followed suit and walked beside him.
Due to blocked roads and inconvenient storage, Jiaozhou's products are rarely transported too far, especially seasonal vegetables and fruits. Because Lantian has special channels, Lingnan fruits and vegetables are eaten every year. Lantian also sends them to Jiangxia and Jiangling for Liu Bei. , Guan Yu and others tasted it, so the waiter knew how to pair coconut with a long-handled wooden spoon. On the contrary, Lu Su in Jiangdong did not have such a good taste.
Lu Su scooped up a spoonful of coconut juice and sighed: "I still remember the last time we went to Chaisang together. When we were drinking fish soup on the boat, Ziyu wrote the wonderful line 'Only when you drink Yangtze River water, when you have time to eat Wuchang fish', time has passed." Several years have passed so quickly, Gong Jin is no longer alive, and he has yet to find a close friend for his "Yang of the Long River"..."
"Zhou Gongjin was a Confucian general of his generation, but it was a pity that God was jealous of talents and unfortunately died young. Does Zijing have the score of "Yang of the Long River"? My military advisor is quite familiar with music..." Lan Tian asked.
Lu Su nodded, "I forgot to bring it this time. After I return to Chaisang, I will send someone to Jiangling. Now we are drinking coconut juice by the Yangtze River. Can we compose an impromptu poem?"
"Brother often says that Ziyu has great literary talent. Guan wants to see it on this occasion. Ziyu, please improvise a song." Guan Yu also chimed in.
Lan Tian suddenly fell into deep thought and thought, "Do you want me to tell you about the Romance of the Three Kingdoms and the story of Guan Yunchang going to the meeting alone?"
When Guan Yu saw Lan Tian looking at the Yangtze River in a trance, he thought he was already thinking about it, so he immediately asked someone to bring pen and paper and put them on the table.
Lan Tian looked at the rolling water of the Yangtze River and the black and red sunset on the horizon and felt something. He turned around and found that the papers and pens were laid out flatly. Guan Yu and Lu Su stood on the left and right of the table like schoolboys, as if to say: Please Start your show.
Lan Tian was thinking about what he should write that would shock the world. He quickly searched Tang poetry and Song poetry in his mind and found that none of them worked. The moment he picked up the pen, his mind was empty, but soon the past of the attack on Jiangling City and the battle in Jiaozhou emerged.
By the way, this is the Three Kingdoms, let me give you something special.
From the moment Lan Tian started writing, it was like the endless waves of the Yangtze River going eastward, without any pause.
The title on the paper reads: The rolling Yangtze River passes eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success or failure turn around in vain. Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns. The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the Nagisa River is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. Happy reunion over a pot of wine. Many things in ancient and modern times are all talked about with laughter.
After Lan Tian put away his pen, he turned his back to the two of them with a red face and continued to look north at the Yangtze River.
Lu Su sang with emotion next to him: "The rolling waters of the Yangtze River pass eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes... Ziyu's poem is desolate and majestic. I wonder if it is famous?"
"What Zijing said is absolutely true. This poem is truly a masterpiece because of its scenery and emotions. It should have a good name. Let me help you write it." After Guan Yu finished speaking, he picked up the brush.
Lantian said leisurely: "Linjiang Immortal..."
Guan Yu and Lu Su looked at each other. While he was writing, he glanced at Lan Tian again, and saw his shadow reflected on the Yangtze River by the setting sun. The shadow stretched by the river looked extremely majestic.
