March of the sixth year of Zhongping is a great time for spring to shine brightly and flowers are gathered all over the country. Countless great officials and nobles in Luoyang City, the children of high-ranking families, either riding famous horses or driving carts, and traveling around with beautiful men and beautiful relatives. However, at this time, a dilapidated ox cart slowly came from the southeast to look at Luoyang City, running contrary to the nobles who were playing in spring.

"Bo Zhong, is Luoyang City here?" asked a female voice with a tender voice.

The old man driving turned around and smiled, "I'll be back to the second lady, and I'll be in Luoyang City for more than ten miles. You can come out and see, the majestic city in the distance is Luoyang."

A pretty ten-year-old girl quickly poked her head out of the horse curtain, and saw a huge city in the northeast of the far road in front of it. Looking at the city wall that was more than nine miles long and six feet high, she couldn't help but be stunned. She murmured: "The master of the Eastern Capital sighed and said, "It hurts the customs to move people. The Qin people are really proud of the house..."

A slight and concise two Du Fu suddenly blurted out, and the girl shouted happily: "Sister, sister, although Banlantai's "Dongdu Fu" is good, it has never been as beautiful as she saw with her own eyes. Sister, come and take a look."

A gentle and gentle voice came from the car and said, "My sister lived with her father in Luoyang City for several years in her early years. She had seen it a long time ago, and there was nothing strange about it."

The girl gave her sister a dissatisfied look and said, "Sister, you are too dignified. Although you are a graceful lady and a gentleman, you are about to marry into Hedong. If you don't have a good time at this time, can you still be as free as your father after marrying into the Wei family?"

The soft and gentle clear voice couldn't help but suffocate, and she smiled and said, "Sister has long been over the age of having fun..."

"Sister lie." The girl shouted: "I saw you picking flowers the day before yesterday and laughed at the butterflies in a daze. It can be seen that you are still thinking about having fun. It's just that your father is by your side, and you have to pretend to be a lady again. Cai Boyi, my sister is still young now, so can't you let your sister marry the Wei family in Hedong two years later?"

A thin old hand quickly patted the girl and shouted angrily: "It is unfilial to call her father's name. It is to persuade her sister not to cultivate her character and to be playful is to be unwise. The intention is to marry her daughter later on with the Wei family in Hedong and lose her faith in her father. I, Cai Boyi, has been wise for a lifetime, how could I give birth to a daughter who is unfilial, wise and unrighteous? I am so angry that I am so angry."

The girl hugged her head and cried out loudly, turned around and grabbed her father's goatee's beard and said, "I don't know how to write. I filial and honest, and my father lives apart. I am as simple and innocent as mud, and the high-ranking general is as timid as a chicken. I am not a man, so I don't want to learn these dirty morals and benevolence."

Before his father could retaliate, the girl directly scolded: "Father, you have been in Wu for twelve years, and you have never seen the Wei family in Hedong send someone to ask about Yue'an. Now that Wei's son is seriously ill and is afraid that his life will be near, he sent someone to summon him in a hurry. He also agreed that he would arrive in Hedong on April one day. No matter how many miles from Wu to Chenliu, he would be exhausted if he was running around for a month. The brothers were not in Chenliu and had no spare money at home to buy dowry. This time, he came to Luoyang to ask for old friends. What if the old friends didn't help him?"

As soon as this was said, the carriage fell silent immediately. The girl thought about it and shouted even more secretly: "Tangruotai Shangao treats me like this, and I will not let them live a better life."

After walking for several miles, I saw dozens of people standing quietly in an official pavilion, and there were nearly a hundred servants behind me. Seeing the ox cart coming, someone shouted, "Is the person coming from Chenliu Cai Boyi?"

The coachman immediately responded: "It is my master, and the unknown master and others are here to welcome my master's old friend?"

"That's right, I am Cao Mengde, Qiao County. This one is Yuan Benchu ​​of Runan, Nanyang He..."

The old man Cai Boyi, who was sitting in the car, still burst into tears and murmured: "I have been unexpectedly for twelve years. There are still people who remember Cai Boyi in Luoyang City... Zhao Ji and Ming Ji, quickly help him get off the car. You can't be rude in front of your old friends."

The girl pouted her little mouth and helped her father get out of the car with her sister. She saw the father crying and tremblingly clasped her fists to greet everyone and discussed the old love. However, the girl turned her head and turned to one side, ignoring the actions of the men.

After entering the official pavilion, the girl seemed to have seen something strange. She let go of her father, ran to the pavilion, reached out and unfolded a half-baked piece of paper. Without a few glances, she shouted: "Sister, sister, come and see the good article."

The sister, who was peeking at the middle-aged man named Cao Mengde, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and took the opportunity to leave and came to the girl's side. She saw that the small characters on the rope were written in a font that she had never seen before, but the handwriting was as thick and thin as a beginner, and it was a bit ugly. However, the words in it were vigorous and powerful, full of the sharpness of writing people. This should have been written by a warrior.

Looking at the article again, the three words "Luo Shenfu" were written at the beginning. Luo Shen is the legendary goddess, the daughter of Fuxi in ancient times. She came to the world because she was obsessed with the beautiful scenery on both sides of the Luo River. I think it was the martial artist who was moved after he traveled to Luo River. He wrote a special article to show his future generations.

Looking at the main text again, my sister couldn't help laughing. It was obviously a common slang for the people, but it was not a fu article for literati. It seemed that this martial artist had a bad literary talent and could not write fu articles for literati. When my sister moved her heart, she could not find the rude middle-aged man and deliberately called him to rescue him.

The sister couldn't help but look at her sister gratefully, but she saw that she was dancing happily at the main text, but she didn't look like it. The sister had to calm down and look at the main text carefully to see what good text it was, which could greatly appreciate the quirky sister.

"In February of the sixth year of Zhongping, I came to Kyoto to serve and traveled to Luoshui. The ancients once said that the god of this water was named Mi Fei. Because she was moved by Song Yu's thoughts about the goddess mentioned by the King of Chu, she wrote this fu. The fu text says:

I set out from Luoyang, the capital of Kyoto, swam eastward, and walked over Yique, passed Tonggu, and climbed to Jingshan. I had already set off west and had no carriages. So I unloaded the car on the shore covered with Duheng grass and fed the horses in the field with zhi grass. I walked in the Yanglin and looked at Luochuan with vast waves. So I felt dazed and my thoughts were dissipated. When I lowered my head, I didn't see anything, but when I looked up, I found an unusual scene, and saw a wonderful beauty standing beside the rocks.

... Her figure is like a frightening geese, a gentle and swimming dragon. Her appearance is like a chrysanthemum in autumn and her body is as lush as a green pine in the spring breeze. She appears sometimes like a light cloud and a moon, floating and floating like a wind whirling... But when she holds the reins of the horse in her hand and raises a whip to help, she feels lost, wandering and attached, unable to leave."

My sister couldn't help but stare at the Fuwen on the wooden pillar, but her heart was filled with tides. Is this a good Fuwen? As for the style of Fuwen, this is just a country slang for the people. Although I and others usually say it, they are mostly half-written and half-slang, and they often quote scriptures and classics. If they are not well-educated people, there is nothing to talk about.

However, the smoothness of the sentences, the beautiful words and vivid metaphors of this article can be understood by ordinary people. If you write them in the form of fu, I am afraid that the beautiful words of this article will be even more. My sister couldn't help but murmur in the form of fu:

"... Its shape is like a stunning geese, as graceful as a dragon. The glorious autumn chrysanthemums and lush spring pine. It seems like the light clouds covering the moon, floating and snowing. Looking far away, it is as bright as the sun rising in the morning glow; looking at it, it is as bright as the sun rising in the morning glow; observing it, it is as bright as the hibiscus, it is as slender as the middle, it is as short as the length. If the shoulders are slim, the waist is as simple as the neck and neck, it is as bright as the white and beautiful as the green. The fragrance is unplugged, and the dew is not controlled... I ordered my servant to go and go, and I will return to the capital. I hold the bridle to resist the strategy, and I can't go away."

"Okay, what a "Luo God Fu", Miss Cai is truly worthy of being the daughter of Cai Boyi, who is famous all over the world. She can do such a wonderful and wonderful poem in just a short time. She is as graceful as a stunning geese, as gentle as a dragon. She is as bright as a chrysanthemum, and the spring pine... Miss Cai is like a sensational figure? However, with Miss Cai's appearance, it is very admirable." The man named Cao Mengde's eyes shone, staring at his sister as if he had seen some rare treasure, and he was eager to hold it in his arms and express his love and pity.

The sister couldn't help but frowned, and she felt a great disgust in her heart. She said coldly: "This is the wonderful and wonderful essay written by He Tianming, the counselor on the wooden pillar in the pavilion, and it is not my work. Compared to Luo Shen, even my posture of a puppet will be as good as Luo Shen."

Cao Mengde was choked by the sister and coughed in embarrassment. Cai Boyi, who was talking to Yuan Benchu, smiled silently and turned to the girl and his sister and asked, "I was just talking to Benchu, and I couldn't help but speak a little louder. I only heard Mengde say that he was comparing to Luo Shen, daughter, what's going on?"

The girl gave her father a blank look and said, "You won't go to see it yourself. Sister, let's go back to the cart." After that, she took her sister's hand and ran towards the ox cart.

Cai Boyi was also very embarrassed and invited Yuan Benchuyi to read the good articles written on the wooden pillar. At first glance, everyone couldn't help but exclaim. After careful reading, they all praised them all.

"Okay, good, good articles, and you can make such good articles in rural slang. I think it is done specifically, and the purpose is to let people who are familiar with the words in the world understand what they think. And when we look at it, we can naturally turn into fu essays,... we walk on the literary shoes of a long distance, drag the light skirt of the misty gauze. The fragrance of the orchid is slightly fragrant, and we walk around the corner of the mountain... wonderful and wonderful. In the beginning, who is this counselor He Tianming? He Boqiu, is it a person of your clan?"

He Boqiu looked up and laughed, saying, "I have heard of this name as well. If it were a child in my clan, it would be great. Unfortunately, it is not. This child is extraordinary and far superior to ours. When I take the pen and paper to copy it, I will go back to my residence to study it carefully."

"This is true, I'll come too..."

"I'll come too..."

A group of people called their servants and slaves, but Yuan Shao was thinking carefully about who this person was. If someone with such a literary talent was not an unknown person, why did he know nothing about it?

Cao Mengde on one side suddenly slapped his legs and shouted: "Is this son the former Taiyuan Commander, who was later recommended by Liu Huangshu, the governor of Youzhou. He Bai and He Tianming, who had just been transferred to Luoyang for less than a month?"
Chapter completed!