There are gentlemen in the Three Kingdoms

The emperor’s foundation was destroyed, and the ancestral temple was burnt.

Moving from the west to the west, weeping and doing.

Looking at the city of Piluo, the thief is sad.

After reading a poem, I couldn't help but touch a certain nerve in the potter's heart. This is Cao Cao's scallion trip, but it turned out to be a poem. In this case, it is indeed possible to fully express the grief and nostalgia in Cao Cao's heart.

Infected by the context of Cao Cao's words, the potter seemed to have a heavy stone stuck in his chest, and he couldn't vomit in his chest.

When I was young, I heard the pottery chanting word by word:

There are righteous men in Kanto, and they raise troops to fight against the gangsters.

In the early days, when I met with Tianjin, my heart was in Xianyang.

The army is not in the same strength, hesitates and walks wildly.

Snobbery makes people fight, and heirs kill each other.

The title of Huainan's younger brother is engraved in the north.

Armor gives birth to lice, and thousands of surnames die.

The bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster in a thousand miles.

Life and people are left with one hundred, and the thought of it will break the human gut.

After reading a Song Li Xing, the potter's boulder seemed to have just fallen, and it was indescribably hearty.

Cao Cao, on the other hand, was dumbfounded and couldn't recall it for a long time.

"Brother Tao Xian, did you make this poem?" After a while, Cao Cao asked in surprise.

The potter looked at Cao Cao suspiciously, and subconsciously asked, "Shouldn't you write this poem?"

Cao Cao was taken aback when he heard the words, and then he couldn't help laughing: "Brother Tao really knows how to joke, but the poem you wrote has a very high artistic conception, and it is quite similar to Cao Mou's scallion excursion made just now!"

The potter couldn't help wiping off his sweat when he heard the words. Boss Cao hadn't made this poem yet, so he was so embarrassed. On a whim, he plagiarized Brother Cao's poem

"Brother Meng De, Tao, I'm sorry you are ashamed."

Of course, he should be ashamed. In front of the owner of the original poem, he plagiarized his poem and made him boast. This routine is not something ordinary Lian Jiazi can't play at all.

The potter decided that he would have to reflect on himself and starve himself as a punishment.

"My dear brother, is this poem named?"

"Brother Meng De laughed, this poem is called Song Li Xing." The matter has been done, and the potter can't avoid it, so he has to tell the truth.

"Walk in Songli?" Cao Cao frowned when he heard that, and said, "Well, Songli and Xielu were originally one, and they were included in Xianghe Geci in Yuefu poems, and they complemented Cao's poems, but Tao Xiandi's poems, It’s similar to Cao Mou’s words, isn’t it inferior? Why don’t you choose another alias, Xiandi, who wrote this poem in Luoyang, why not call him Luoyang Xing, what do you think?”

What a shame!not so!

The potter raised his hand and wiped the Chinese on his forehead, and said with a false smile, "Luoyang Xing doesn't rhyme well enough, and the name is Taitun."

The guy who dared to say that the first city of the Han Dynasty was named Taitun, the pottery merchant is probably the No. 1 in the ages.

Cao Cao didn't argue about this matter, but applauded and sighed: "If you don't change it, you don't change it. It's all your own business. You can do whatever you want. But what surprised Cao Cao is that you are not only a young man, brother Tao Intelligent, but also deeply familiar with Yuefu, good at composing poems, really can be cited by Cao's bosom friend Last time you made a seven-character sentence in front of Hulao Pass, Cao was a little surprised at first, guessing that the younger brother entrusted someone to do it for him, unexpectedly Today I will see the true chapter of my good brother"

"Wait a minute." The potter hurriedly reached out his hand to stop Cao Cao's words, his eyes widened, "What poem did I write in Hulao Pass?"

Cao Cao said in amazement: "Brother Tao himself wrote a wonderful poem, why don't I remember it? Qinghai Changyun dark snow mountain, the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance. The yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles. If you don't break Loulan, you will never return it. Isn't that exactly what Brother Tao did? Excellent work, now it has been spread everywhere among the princes!"

The pottery merchant said weakly: "That was my temporary idea, and I just read a few words to relieve my boredom."

This time it was Cao Cao's turn to be surprised.

"Can you make such a quatrain by just saying a few sentences? How did you do it? You need to teach Cao some other day! I'll just play around when I'm fine."

The potter raised his left hand to cover his face, feeling too guilty.

Cao Cao smiled and asked again: "Brother, but there is one thing I don't understand. Your two sentences of Qinghai Changyun dark snow mountain, the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance" Qinghai Snow Mountain should refer to the Western Regions, right?And you were clearly in Hulao Pass that day, why did you look at Yumen Pass?Isn't Yumen Pass in Hexi? "

The potter withdrew his face from his palm and looked weakly at Cao Cao.

after half an hour

"The name of Hulao Pass is too thick."

Cao Cao suddenly realized, and said: "It's because I understand Tao Xiandi, you are really a rare elegant person."

Chapter 84 Luoyang Tour

The pottery merchant and Cao Cao walked slowly and chatted all the way, and they came to Changle Street in the north of Luoyang not long after.

The so-called Changle Street used to be a well-known commercial core block in Luoyang, which is somewhat similar to Houhai and Nanluoguxiang in Beijing in later generations.

In the past, there were many wine shops, many music workshops, and countless stalls, peddlers, and pawns. However, after the fire in Luoyang, it is no different from a slum now. There are burned buildings everywhere. The original shop owners and peddlers on both sides of the street The pawns were replaced by countless begging refugees at this moment.

Cao Cao ordered most of the people accompanying him to wait outside the street, while he and the pottery merchant led Xia Houyuan and Xu Chu into Changle Street respectively.

After turning a few turns, the four of them came to a tall wooden building with about three floors. The buildings on the building were burnt beyond recognition.In the wooden building, the old decorations were also looted by the Xiliang army, leaving an empty house, which is indeed a miserable and desolate scene.

The potter squinted his eyes, and on the smoked but blackened wooden plaque, he could vaguely see a few indistinct big characters

"Fangze Pavilion?"

The pottery merchant touched his head in confusion, then turned to look at Xu Chu behind him and said, "Where was this place?"

Xu Chu looked at the potter with contempt, shook his head and sighed: "You are still a son of a famous family, so you can't see the name? You are like a tiger."

Tao Shang's face turned red instantly and was despised by a Biaozi who was unanimously evaluated as a tiger idiot, both in the present and later generations. Tao Shang felt that he really fell short of the status of a time traveler.

Cao Cao stood there watching for a long time, with a hint of loneliness in his eyes, but finally heaved a long sigh.

"Cao didn't have any hope at first, Brother Tao, let's go."

The pottery merchant scratched his head in confusion, and said, "Brother Meng De, what you said you want to do is to stand for a while under this burnt ruin building?"

Please, brother Cao, you are too free, right?Tao has a lot of things to deal with and is in a hurry.

Cao Cao nodded, and while leading the potters out of the street, he said, "My dear brother, I don't know that this Fangze Pavilion used to be a famous singing and dancing hall in Luoyang."

Xu Chu and Xia Houyuan couldn't help but burst out laughing when they heard the words, it seemed that this place was exactly as they expected.

The potter turned his head to look at the two of them, and then turned to Cao Cao, "Singing and dancing hall? The elegant name, Brother Meng De, you didn't fool me. From the expressions on the two of them, this place should have been called a brothel back then." close to the people."

This time, Cao Cao looked extremely serious, and said: "Cao has always done things in his own way, so who cares about other people's gossip? The place of fireworks in Luoyang, Cao has played almost every time in the past and at the beginning. What's the point? Hidden? But Fangze Pavilion is indeed just a song and dance workshop!"