Chapter 294: The Beginning of Green Plum Wine
"Bone bones are exposed in the wild, and no rooster crows for a thousand miles. If only one person out of a hundred survives, the thought of it breaks one's heart."

Cao Cao, who followed Liu Bei towards Luoyang, was inspired by looking at the official road overgrown with weeds and the dilapidated houses.

Just when Cao Cao was thinking about what to name this poem.

Chen Gong suddenly sighed, "Brother Meng De, you must be reciting the poem 'Song of the Grassland' written by General Zhang when he went to fight the Yellow Turbans. These four lines describe the current situation very well."

"So this poem was written by Zhang Yide?" Cao Cao always felt something strange, an indescribable discomfort, as if his rare treasure had been stolen by a villain.

However, this strange idea was quickly suppressed by Cao Cao. Money and treasures could be stolen, but how could unpublished poems be stolen?
I guess he was just being too suspicious.

Zhang Yide's talent is truly amazing. It is said that Zhang Yide was not good at Yuefu poetry, but now it seems that this is mostly a rumor.
Seeing Cao Cao's frown, Liu Bei wanted to comfort him. Just as he was about to speak, someone shouted to the front:

"Luoyang!"

Upon hearing this, Cao Cao immediately raised his head and looked into the distance. What he saw was a city wall that had been smoked to a black color like charcoal. Even though it was still some distance away from Luoyang City, Cao Cao, Liu Bei, and the soldiers in the front army could all smell the unpleasant smell of burnt food.

Unlike others, Cao Cao's pupils dilated, his brows relaxed, and he couldn't help singing:

"But the 22nd Emperor of the Han Dynasty appointed people who were truly bad."

"A monkey wearing a crown and a robe, knowing little but seeking to become powerful."

"I hesitated and dared not make a decision, so I hunted and captured the king."

"When a white rainbow pierces the sun, the sun will suffer first."

"The traitor officials held the power of the country and captured the master to destroy Yujing."

"The emperor's foundation was destroyed, and the ancestral temples were burned down."

"Boyue migrated eastward, weeping and marching."

"Looking at the city walls of Luoyang, Weizi was filled with sorrow."

At first Cao Cao sang haltingly, but then his voice became more and more fluent, and the expression on his face became increasingly sad.

This made Liu Bei and Chen Gong look sideways.

"Brother Meng De can actually write poetry. Moreover, this poem is... not inferior to "Song of the Haoli"? " Chen Gong was surprised. This poem was not only clever, but the singer also sang with true feelings. The decline of the Han Dynasty, the ruins of the capital, and the loss of the emperor's majesty were truly regrettable.

Cao Ren curled his lips, "It's just a poem, brother can write a famous poem easily."

"Zixiao, be careful with your words! Brother Xuande has made great contributions, but he is so humble. I just wrote a poem, how can I brag about it? Moreover..." As he spoke, Cao Cao moved his eyes from Cao Ren's face to Liu Bei, "General Zhang said that his talent was due to Brother Xuande's careful teaching. How dare I show off my skills in front of Lu Ban? Come on, Xuande, what do you think of my poem "Xie Lu Xing"? "

"." Liu Bei replied honestly: "I am not good at writing poetry."

Cao Cao looked distressed, "Xuan De, you are a humble person, but being too humble is an overreaction, which will be detrimental to your future."

what?
Liu Bei secretly clicked his tongue. With his bad temper, was he taught a lesson by Cao Cao, the "crying-loving" person in history?

At this moment, Liu Bei really understood Zhang Fei's feelings. It was like mud falling into his crotch, and he had no way to defend himself.

So Liu Bei changed the subject, "Although the fire in Luoyang was extinguished by Yunchang Yide, it may be a lot of trouble for us to deal with it properly afterwards. Mengde, please forgive me, I don't have the heart to discuss poetry."

"So that's how it is. Xuande's concern for the country and the people is far beyond my reach." Cao Cao felt ashamed of himself. He was just sighing. Did Liu Bei actually think of how to deal with it in action? He really felt ashamed of himself.

Suddenly an idea came into Cao Cao's mind.

He said decisively: "Xuan De, when things are settled properly, why don't you and I get together at your house, cook a pot of green plums, and warm a pot of hot wine, what do you think?"

Is this green plum wine?
Liu Bei was a little dazed, but since Cao Cao had said so, how could he have any reason to refuse?
He nodded: "Okay."

"Big brother!"

As soon as he arrived in Luoyang, Liu Bei heard a rough voice in the distance. He looked up and saw Zhang Fei riding his horse galloping towards him.

Liu Bei couldn't help but shout: "Third brother!"

Then he whipped his horse and galloped towards Zhang Fei. After the two met, they dismounted at the same time and gave each other a bear hug.

"Where's my second brother?"

"My second brother didn't sleep a wink all night. I didn't tell him about your arrival and let him go to bed first."

"I see. How about Luoyang?"

Zhang Fei counted on his fingers and said seriously
"Brother, after my second brother, Mr. Wenhe and I took action, the fire in Luoyang was brought under control."

“Try not to affect the residential areas around Luoyang”

"It's a pity that the palace was burned down, and not even many books were left."

Hearing this, Liu Bei patted Zhang Fei on the shoulder and said, "Third brother, you did a good job."

Zhang Fei's brows relaxed after receiving Liu Bei's praise. He seemed to have thought of something and lowered his voice.

"Brother, it suddenly occurred to me that I have asked Director Zhen for help. Isn't it easy to get documents and books?"

"Third brother, don't worry too much about the books. When I rescued Your Majesty, I got the location of the books from Situ Wang."

"There are classics. Wait a minute." Zhang Fei's eyes widened, the corners of his mouth raised, he couldn't suppress his joy, "Brother, do you mean that Shu Zhi succeeded in taking it back, and welcomed back Emperor Liu?!"

"That's right." Liu Bei nodded.

Zhang Fei exclaimed, "You are indeed my brother!"

"Where is the emperor, brother?"

"I want to see the Holy Face!"

Liu Bei patted Zhang Fei on the shoulder and said, "Let's set up camp for now."

"." Zhang Fei's smile quickly faded, and he nodded and said, "Brother, you are absolutely right."

Liu Bei ordered the three armies to stay away from the residential areas in Luoyang and set up camp along the Luo River.

The news of Liu Bei's involvement in Luoyang spread like a gust of wind to all parts of Luoyang. The common people who were preparing to escape put down their bags, while the bandits who were ready to make a move escaped easily. Jia Xu even rode his horse at full speed and rushed over.

When he met Liu Bei, beads of sweat hung on Jia Xu's forehead and he wanted to bow.

Liu Bei stood up and helped Jia Xu to the main seat.

"Wenhe, I am not in Liangzhou because of your care. You and I are nominally master and servant, but in reality we are old friends. There is no need to be polite. Please take a seat."

Jia Xu was not a shy person. He understood Liu Bei's temper and sat calmly in the main seat.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the two got down to business.

"Wenhe, what is the current situation in Luoyang?"

Jia Xu shook his head and replied, "It's miserable, horrible to watch."

"Can it still serve as the capital?"

"It has long lost its functions. The cost of rebuilding it is staggering. Your Excellency, we should consider moving the capital."

“Considering moving the capital”

Liu Bei did not agree to Jia Xu immediately. The emperor of Han was still in power and there were some things that could not be decided by Jia Xu's words.

As smart as Jia Xu was, he knew what Liu Bei was thinking. He sighed and said, "Sir, you want to be the Duke of Zhou."

But. Is it possible?
Guan, Zhang, Zhao, etc., too many wise ministers to count on one's fingers
It's just a matter of time.
(End of this chapter)