Chapter 23: Eighth Guild Members

Luoyang City.

Located in the northwest of the city, Jinshi is the only residential area for the people in the city, living with some unofficial businessmen and wealthy families.

Zhou Zhong’s house is hidden here.

Since resigning from his post as a Taiwei, Zhou Zhong has been idle at home and has no official position. He raises flowers and birds, drinks tea and boxing every day, and lives a leisurely life. There are hundreds of acres of fertile land in Shuxian, and the annual land rent income is enough for him and his family to live comfortably for the rest of their lives. With the savings of his years of official career, it is more than enough to be a free and generous rich man.

Although he stopped being an official, his foundation for his many years of political work was still there. His old subordinates, who were promoted by themselves, and his old friends who had been together often, recited poems, drank, and discussed the government affairs. His life was not lonely, and the latest news in the court could be obtained. Zhou Zhong also installed a small yellow gate in the palace, and he could also know some major and minor affairs in the palace. Therefore, although Zhou Zhong lived in the inner room, he was "clear in the ears and eyes."

On this day, the new Grand Tutor Yuan Wei came to visit.

Yuan Wei, whose courtesy name was Ciyang, was a native of Runan. He was the famous Yuan Shao during the Three Kingdoms period and the uncle of Yuan Shu brothers. He married Ma Lun, the daughter of the great scholar Ma Rong in the late Han Dynasty. He served as a talented daughter. He was an official in the court for many years. This time he was appointed as the Grand Tutor with a golden seal and purple ribbon. He was at the age of high school. It was the time for the spring breeze, but he was frowning.

He ordered his family to make the Ming Dynasty spring tea that had just been sent by Jiangnan. Zhou Zhong asked with a smile: "Mr. Yuan is now in a thirsty spring breeze, why is he sad?"

"Well... Yuan Shi, you don't know anything." Yuan Wei sighed deeply and said, "Now the new emperor is still young. Empress Dowager He is in charge of the government and military affairs. It is fine if Empress Dowager He is the one who takes charge of military and national affairs. When Empress Dowager Deng was in charge of the court, the country was strong and the barbarians from all over the world were subdued. But now, after the general He Jin killed Jian Shuo, he returned all the banished troops he commanded and had obtained the command of the eight captains of Xiyuan. He was still not satisfied with the government. He wanted to rule the government, Empress Dowager He was weak in character and obeyed He Jin in everything. He was cruel and ruthless. In order to ensure the power of Empress Dowager He, he actually poisoned the biological mother of the late emperor, Empress Dowager Dong, and forced General Dong Chong, the cavalry, to commit suicide in the back hall. Yuan Shi, this foreign relative's autocracy will cause a big trouble."

Zhou Zhong nodded and said, "Yes. In the past, Wang Mang was tyrant, and then ascended the throne, but this foreign relative only devoted the Han Dynasty and changed the Liu family's world. Fortunately, Emperor Guangwu revived the Han Dynasty, so that the Liu family's world could continue to be passed on. The foreign relatives could not be tyrant, this is a lesson from the past."

Yuan Wei picked up the teacup and took a sip. The tea soup was clear and the fragrance was so strong that he couldn't help but praise: "Good tea, good tea."

Zhou Zhong said happily: "This is a famous tea before the Ming Dynasty of Jiangnan. Its color is green and its shape is like a snail. It is called Biluochun." After that, he signaled his family to pack some fresh tea leaves and take it away for Yuan Wei.

"I heard that Yuan Gong's virtuous nephew Yuan Shao has been summoned to Beijing and now he holds any position in the court?" Zhou Zhong asked.

"Haha," Yuan Wei gently stroked his short beard with his right hand, and his eyebrows and eyes were smiling: "Shaoer is now the General of the Hu Ben. He is appointed as the Chief of the Central Army. He is also appointed as the Chief of the Central Army. He is the Chief of the Lower Army, Bao Hong, the Chief of the Qu Army, Cao Cao, the Chief of the Left Army, Zhao Rong, the Chief of the Right Army, Feng Fang, the Chief of the Left Army, Xia Mou, and Chunyu Qiong, the Chief of the Right Army. My family Shu'er is the Chief of the Zhechong Army and has served in the army. After He Jin commanded the imperial guards in Xiyuan, he relied heavily on Shaoer and Shu'er, and their future prospects should be promising."

Zhou Zhong bowed and said, "Duke Yuan, you can be happy and congratulated!"

When talking about Yuan Shao and Yuan Shu, Yuan Wei's brows spread out and said, "Yuan Shi, I have heard that your nephew named Zhou Yu has long been a talented person in the world. It seems that he is the one who will flourish your Zhou family."

Zhou Zhong laughed and said, "Although Yu'er is fifteen years old, her mind and behavior are all the same. Now the governor of Yangzhou Chen Wen has recommended him as a filial and honest person. He should be appointed as a Lang Office as a Lang Office, and undertake the court guards, "seeing the ability of ministers" and being familiar with the administrative affairs of the court. In the future, you will have to take good care of you, Duke Yuan."

Shouchun.

Four miles north of the city, Bagong Mountain, green peaks, dense springs, beautiful scenery

A group of more than a dozen people were swimming on the mountain road, pointing at the surrounding scenery. Zhou Yu stopped and said to Sun Ce: "Brother Sun, the scenery here is very beautiful, and it is worth a trip here."

Sun Ce replied: "Yes, I have to come here a few times a year. There are different scenery in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the feelings are different every time... Brother Zhou, although you and I are not as old as the year, the elders have also given the words. Your name is Gongjin and my name is Bofu. How can I use the words to refer to them in the future? Brother Sun, Brother Zhou, also seems to be out of the way."

Zhou Yu grabbed Sun Ce's hand and smiled and said, "That's great, Bo Fu!"

"Gongjin!" "Haha!" Sun Ce also grabbed Zhou Yu's hand, and the two seemed particularly close.

Zhou Hui was quick and played, and had already walked farther forward alone. A scholar standing behind Zhou Yu, with a pale face and no beard. He was about twenty years old, holding a folding fan in his hand, just kept smiling at Zhou Yu and Sun Ce.

Zhou Yu looked back at the scholar and said, "Gongyi, the scenery of Bagong Mountain is so beautiful, you should write a poem."

The scholar named Gongyi by Zhou Yu was Zhang Fan, a native of Xiuwu County, Henan County. He was born in a gentry. His grandfather Xin was the Situ of Han, and his father Yan was the Taiwei of Han. He was a quiet and happy person. He suddenly enjoyed the power struggle in the officialdom. Although he was full of poetry and books, he was also very righteous and refused to follow the officialdom. Seeing that the government was in a secret way, the eunuch and relatives were in power, he had no intention of staying in Luoyang, so he left the capital with his younger brother Zhang Cheng and settled in Shouchun.

A person beside Zhang Fan responded: "That's right, I have read a lot of Gongyi's articles, with a timeless writing style, and some of the words and sentences are very wonderful."

Zhang Fan replied with a smile: "Yaoqing, I have been too rewarded. I have heard that you are quick and quick. I dare to speak out. The advice I wrote is thought-provoking. I can't let you go today. Come on, come on, express your opinions on the government. Let's listen carefully."

Yaoqing, named Yuan Huan, had a thin face and a short beard under his jaw. He was obviously older than Zhang Fan, Zhou Yu, and Sun Ce. Yuan Huan was from Fule, Chen County, and his father was Yuan Pang, and served as the Situ of the Eastern Han Dynasty. The county magistrate appointed Yuan Huan as the position of Gongcao, and later recommended it to the Gongfu. He obtained a higher rank in the official assessment and was appointed as the magistrate of Qiao County, but he did not take office.

Zhou Yu shouted: "Everyone, the main peak is not far ahead. I saw a white tower on the peak. When I climbed a high place, the scenery should be excellent. We might as well climb the white tower together and drink and recite poems?"

Half an hour later, on the top of Baie Mountain, the main peak of Bagong Mountain, a seven-story white tower stands among the tall trees on the top.

Zhou Yu ordered his followers to put the wine and food they carried, and everyone sat on the ground, drinking and eating. The mountain wind blew, and the platform inside the tower was extremely cool.

"Haha," Zhang Fan said, "The Bagong Mountain is stretching, with more than 40 peaks, and the scenery is charming everywhere. In this scene, with fine wine, the beauty of life is nothing more than that."

Zhou Yu smiled and continued: "In the past, there were Eight Dukes: Zuo Wu, Li Shang, Su Fei, Tian You, Mao Que, Lei Que, Wu Que, Jinchang, all of whom were well-educated. The "Huainanzi" they compiled is a famous work of a generation. Gongyi, Yaoqing and others have a lot of literary talent. Now, I am inspired by it and leave no ink treasures, and I am ashamed of my ancestors."

Zhang Cheng, Zhang Fan's brother, a young man with beautiful eyebrows, stood up and stood up when he heard this, poured a cup of wine into his mouth, and said with his finger outside the tower: "I am ashamed, I am afraid there is no suitable word, worthy of the beautiful scenery of Bagong Mountain."

Zhou Yu looked at the tower, but saw white clouds in the azure sky, like galloping horses, like shepherds, and like big cotton candies. Not far away are colorful fields and winding paths. Further to the distance, the Huai River is like a jade belt, spreading winding on the land of the Jianghuai River, reflecting a strange light under the setting sun.

A man in gorgeous clothes stood behind Zhou Yu. This man was well-like and quite majestic. He was Lu Fan. Lu Fan was named Ziheng and was from Xiyang, Runan. He was a county official at a young age. He moved his family to Shouchun because he avoided the Yellow Turban Rebellion. He was quite talented. Lu Fan responded to the situation and chanted: "The wind was clear and clear in Bagong Mountain, and the guests were full of their hearts and their hearts were flying."

Everyone applauded and cheered loudly, and toasted Lu Fan. Lu Fan's face was also full of pride.

At this time, a large dark cloud surged from the sky, blocking most of the sunshine.

Zhou Yu thought secretly that he had already obtained a poem, and ordered his followers to place the pen, ink and paper, and clasped his fists and said, "Yu is ugly." He immediately wrote a seven-character poem in cursive script.

"The Eight Lords' plants and trees are separated late, as if they are adults. The old aura is forcing clouds and rain, and the sky is green and the land is rising to the Huaiyi."

The poems in the late Eastern Han Dynasty were mainly five-character poems, and there were few seven-character poems. When Zhou Yu's seven-character poem was released, everyone was amazed.

Although Sun Ce's literary talent was not as good as everyone else, he knew that the artistic conception of Zhou Yu's poem was quite good. He was the first to jump out, pulled out his sword from his waist, and said loudly: "The artistic conception of Gongjin's poem is profound. I want to dance the sword to cheer up. Today, everyone does not bring musical instruments, only wine bottles. In the past, the Qin people chanted the songs with festivals. I wonder who would like to hit the bottle?"

Yuan Huan and Zhang Fan both stood up and expressed their willingness. Suddenly, the sound of "buzzing..." hitting the slut with their hands came from the white tower. Lu Fan and Zhang Cheng sang loudly on the beat: "The Eight Masters' plants and trees... Late and live... It's like adults... It's like a strange... The old-fashioned clouds... The fog and rain... The sky greens spread to the ground... The Huaiyi..."

Sun Ce danced his sword with the rhythm, his steps were light and his sword skills were light and sharp. His strong body was actually flexible and his body danced into an ethereal shape with the sword.
Chapter completed!