New Story of Lv Bu

"Brother Zu Yue, a few days ago, 90% of the officials in the prefecture resigned, but you did not leave. Now you have handed in your resignation, but why?" The new Dingxiang prefect Wang Jin looked solemn. Opposite is his classmate in Taixue, Su Jun, the current county magistrate of Xianyang, named Zuyue. Hearing that Su Jun gave his resignation, Wang Jin Xingye rushed to try to persuade his old classmates to stay.

Su Jun smiled miserably: "Bo Shi, you came here with a flying horse in the starry night, which shows that you are still thinking about classmates. But this time I am determined to resign, you should stop persuading me! Scholars can be killed but not insulted! I am fighting for the scholars of the whole world!" "Zu Yue, 300,000 Dongqiang people have just been enclosed. If Wenhou is unfairly judged, 300,000 Dongqiang people whizzed and voted for Xianbei, what should I do? ""Non-my family, its heart must be different!"

Wang Jin was also a little unhappy: "Is it impossible to let them leave? The military affairs, non-students can guess. Brother Zuyue, for the sake of the peace of the northern frontier of the Han, why don't you die a Ma Song? Moreover, he is also self-sufficient, if he is in accordance with the Han Law, at least one thousand li, five years!" Su Jun shook his head like a rattle: "Different ways are inadequate and conspiracy! Since Emperor Wu began to'depose a hundred schools, dominate Confucianism', Confucian students have finally gained political status. , Can't be violated by Lu Bu like this!."

"Haha." Wang Jin sneered: "Zu Yue, what is Qingliu like now? You know better than me. The battle of Xianbei Siege was so badly fought, where is Qingliu? The sunset won the battle and died five. Where is Qingliu for the sixty thousand Han army? Now that the Bingzhou is broken, the Confucian scholars don’t want to serve the country, and focus exclusively on small sections. What is the use of such a Qingliu?"

Wang Jin got up and walked away. The friendship between the two people for seven or eight years came to an end.

At the same time and at different locations, Ma Han was also persuading the Wudu county magistrate heartily.

"Yes, there are eight discussions in the imperial court, namely: discussing relatives, discussing deceasedness, discussing virtuous, discussing ability, discussing merit, discussing expensive, discussing diligence, and discussing guests. Tell me, which one is enough for Ma Song? Since he is a member of the Yuan family of Runan, he should be let go?" The county magistrate of Wudu shook his head: "No! No! Ma is a **** who cheats money and sex, and he is not sorry to die! It's just his. He is a scholar, so he shouldn't be so humiliated!"

"In that case, should I take a high look just as a Confucian student? Dude! Take a high look and see that it is his contribution to Bingzhou and the big man! Not his identity! A Confucian student just reads. After reading a few books, I spent a few years in Taixue, and I became the magistrate of Qianshi as soon as I arrived. This is the biggest unfairness!"

"Brother Ma, I admit that your words are reasonable, but doing so will offend all Confucian scholars and aristocratic families in the world. How will Lu Wenhou deal with himself in the future?" Ma Han was silent. This sentence came to his heart, which is what he has been worried about. of. Without the support of aristocratic families, let alone going further in officialdom, it would be even more difficult to keep your position!

Perhaps Wenhou's road is another way? Ma Han's eyes lit up suddenly.

At the time when the whole Bingzhou was causing troubles, the protagonist of the incident and the core of the storm, Lu Bulu Wenhou, was playing in the mud for a long time. Yes, he was playing in the mud. He cut the glue into small pieces the size of a thumb, carefully engraved the words on them, and put them in the oven to bake. He has been doing this game for seven or eight days.

Finally, when the time came, Lu Bu opened the hearth and carefully took out the mud block and placed it on the ground. The snow on the ground instantly absorbed the heat from the mud block. Lu Bu gently picked up the mud and observed it carefully. This time it finally took shape! He put the mud in the wooden box one by one, it turned out to be a poem! Green ant new glutinous rice wine, red clay small stove. If you come to the sky late, can you drink a cup?

"Come on, send this box to Lu Mo. Be careful not to break it. By the way, ask him if he has made any progress." A sergeant with Beiwei took the box immediately, wrapped it in cloth several times, and then tightened it tightly. Put it in your arms. He bowed his hand to Lu Bu. Lu Bu looked into the distance through the dappled sunlight.

He knew that Lu Mo would understand what he was asking.

"Da Changqiu, I heard that Lu Bu's small days are not very comfortable recently, and it's a bit burnt?" The emperor was sitting on a soft collapse, with his feet spread apart, holding a crystal cup in his hand, mouthing a big mouth. Take a sip of wine. This is a posture he would have in front of people who are extremely familiar. Cao Jie watched him grow up, naturally he was not an outsider.

"No, it's not just a mess, it's a mess. It's almost a disaster." Cao Jie was very familiar with the emperor's temper, and deliberately told the story to be more interesting. He entered the palace this time. First, he hadn't seen the emperor for seven or eight days, and second, he looked at the wind for Lu Bu.

"Huh? How to say?" The emperor was really interested. "Isn't the Wang family leading for him? He also chopped down hundreds of heads." "Oh! Your majesty knows this? The old slave can't believe it!" Cao Jie leaned in surprise, pretending to be surprised. The emperor said so, just to show that everything is under control, how can he not perform well.

"Oh! Da Changqiu only knew it! I've got the news a long time ago! Lu Bu cut it well! It cut it well! I just awarded Lu Bu a reward, and someone dared to launch a mass assassination! Have you put me in the eyes? "The emperor snarled the case, roaring loudly, a sickly blush on his pale face.

Now Cao Jie is relieved, Lu Bu's holy family is still there, and Jane is in the emperor's heart, so things will be easier. "Your Majesty is right! Those Qingliu and aristocratic families are a bit outrageous. It's time to show them some color." "No, look, impeachment! These hundreds of copies are all! The big thing is done. No, if you don't want to do small things, you will find faults!"

The emperor pointed his finger at the small wooden slip next to him, and yawned wearily. "When it comes to fighting against Xianbei, one by one becomes a tortoise with a shrunken head. After they have won, they come out and say that ruling the country requires Confucian scholars, Wufu, and Yingqun! Changqiu, I am so bored, there is nothing to be happy about!"

"The old slave happens to have an anecdote, just to tell it, let's see how your majesty judges it." "If there is such a thing? Come on, speak quickly!" The emperor's foundation is a superficial and flashy young literary and artistic youth, and his favorite is anecdote. Anecdotes and narratives. In the palace every day, how can you hear it? Hearing Cao Jie's words, his brows were instantly overjoyed.

Cao Jie followed the story of Ma Song slowly. His eloquence was excellent, and he told a rigid story that was interesting and fascinating. He could only hear the emperor's admiration and joy. Speaking slowly all the way, finally came to the end, where the bride asked for compensation, the emperor showed a meaningful smile on his face.

"This bride must have something to do! It's a good deal long ago to clean up Ma Song!" "Oh! My Majesty has already seen it!" Cao Jie made a sad look. "When the old slave heard this, he thought he was asking for more money! The old slave was stupid, and his majesty was so stupid to supply it! The bride is so tidying up Ma Song??????"

Hahahaha! Hahahaha! The emperor laughed so loudly that he couldn't straighten his waist. "What a narrow bride! I came up with such a bad move! Hahahaha! Clever! Really clever!" Finally he stopped laughing, the emperor let out a sigh of relief, wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, and filled it with grunting. A sip of wine.

"From the court's point of view, Lu Bu did a great job! The Xianbei people lost 300,000 tribes, and the big men got 300,000 more! 600,000 people come and go! For this 600,000, even if it is cut down. Ma Song's head is also worth it!" The emperor seemed to remember something suddenly. "That gang of Ziqingliu is coming out again! How can you miss them in this matter? Humph!"

"Isn't it? There was a big mess, saying that some scholars can be killed but not humiliated! Near China and far away! And??? The Eastern Qiang people get out of Bingzhou! Eastern Qiangliu, the scholars leave! Your Majesty, what happened. That's it???" Cao Jie recounted the storm in front of the prefecture, and Lu Bu's long talk was even more impassioned.

The emperor was so excited that he couldn't help but yearn for it. Literary and artistic youths always like fantasy, dreaming of reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles, horses and swords, and kills him seven in seven out of tens of thousands of enemy troops! In the emperor's heart, Lu Bu was the incarnation of his dream, but he did it more perfectly than the emperor had imagined!

Finally finished speaking, the emperor was a little anxious: "When they leave like this, there will be no one to use in Bingzhou! Fortunately, the people did not follow." Cao Jie snorted in his nose: "The people are good, knowing that this group of people are doing it. Nothing, there is no need to throw a family business for a righteous banner. Cangling is real and knows the etiquette."

Lu Bu's situation is a bit bad! There is no one who has no food and no wages! The emperor finally came to a conclusion. "Da Changqiu, how can we help him?" Cao Jie pondered for a moment: "Your Majesty, until now, Lü Bu hasn't complained, it means he can hold it! If you want to help him, just help him resist the pressure. !"

"This remark is great!" The emperor gathered and admired! He was reluctant to use money to support it, and he didn't even want to spend it anymore. With food support, no! That had to be soothing! "Pass the decree! Shang Shutai's warm decree and comfort! Give the imperial red flag side! Just write those eight characters! Those who violate the strong will be punishable even though they are far away!"

Lu Bu, if you can turn around in such a predicament, it proves that I did not misunderstand you! In my lifetime, I will definitely support you!

The imperial red flag soon arrived in Jinyang City, and the arrival of the red flag completely quelled the remaining riots. Confucian scholars and tycoons have fled Bingzhou, military management has also been on the right track, and more and more candidates are coming from all over the Han Dynasty. Officials with a large gap are recruiting newcomers every day, and the original salaries of officials have become basic salaries. After quarterly and annual inspections, as long as they are assessed as qualified, they can get rewards equivalent to half of the basic salaries. If the result of the evaluation is outstanding, then congratulations, you can get a reward equivalent to twice the salary.

After so many storms, the six years of Xiping finally came to an end. Next year, the Yuan will be changed to the first year of Guanghe. That is a brand new beginning, whether it is for your majesty, for the imperial court, for Bingzhou, and for Lu Bu, it is a brand new start!