The Nameless of the Common Clans

Yuan Shao and other princes did not arrive at Chenggao. When Chen Mo and others arrived at Xingyang, the princes had not even set off yet.

Dong Zhuo had retreated. Early the next morning, Yuan Shao led the princes to Luoyang. It seemed that the two sides had a tacit understanding and there was no communication. However, when Dong Zhuo left and the princes came, Luoyang, which had been covered in dust, regained some of its popularity.

That night, Yuan Shao held a grand banquet in the former Yuan Mansion to entertain the princes. For a while, people drank and drank, and it was very lively.

"I don't quite understand, does this count as a win?" Chen Mo was sitting on the railing in the yard, leaning on the stone pillar, looking at the princes celebrating each other, feeling extremely ironic, and looked at Cao Cao beside him.

"That's right. After all, Dong Zhuo was forced to retreat by them and captured Luoyang, which can be regarded as an explanation to the world." Cao Cao nodded, raised his head and took a sip of wine and said: "This is probably what they want."

"Yes, as soon as Dong Zhuo retreated, to the general effect, everyone was able to ignore the court's orders and cede territory to become king." Chen Mo nodded. Although he had expected it, looking at the faces of everyone at this moment, Chen Mo I still feel a little disgusted. I didn't win a single battle and won an empty city, but in the end it felt like a great victory.

"This has always been the case." Cao Cao nodded, and suddenly slammed the empty wine glass on the ground: "Brother Wei finally understands that if you want to help the world, you can only rely on yourself, not these people. "

Chen Mo nodded. He had already seen through this the day Yuan Shao hung up his seal.

"Brother, come and help me!" Cao Cao suddenly turned his head and looked at Chen Mo. Although Xi Zhicai said that Chen Mo was already difficult to recruit at this moment, he wanted to give it a try. Looking at Chen Mo, his eyes flashed with a burning light: "If you and I join forces, why worry about the world being uncertain?"

Chen Mo shook his head and said nothing, but poured a glass of wine into his own glass. Cao Cao did not urge him, but just looked at Chen Mo quietly. Chen Mo believed that Cao Cao at this moment was definitely sincere.

"I was ordered to attack Mrs. Guo last year..." Chen Mo sighed and said: "I have brought Hedong under my control. Although I have been in Luoyang this year, the people's livelihood in Hedong is under my control. In addition, there are more than ten thousand elites from my younger brother in Hedong. When Dong Zhuo moved the capital, I secretly moved 30,000 households to Hedong, with a total population of about 150,000. Now the population has not been fully resettled. "

Chen Mo did not answer directly, but Cao Cao understood. Chen Mo was now a prince, and he had territory, a population, and soldiers. It was impossible to leave with him.

"Then when you and I meet again, maybe it will be on the battlefield?" Cao Cao exhaled a strong breath, turned his head and looked at Chen Modao.

"Now that the world is divided and the princes are rising together, this is uncertain." Chen Mo shook his head: "Brother, will you blame me?"

"No, in fact, someone has told me that my good brother will not come with me." Cao Cao shook his head, looked at Chen Mo and said, "It's a pity."

Chen Mo nodded. It was indeed a pity. He actually wanted Cao Cao to help him, but now that Cao Cao spoke first, Chen Mo couldn't speak anymore and could only nod: "The road ahead is long, brother, take care of it."

"If one day you lose, I will support your family." Cao Cao looked at the wine glass on the ground, brought the wine jar directly to Chen Mo and smiled.

"If brother is defeated, let Ang'er come to me, and the Cao family will not be left behind!" Chen Mo threw away the wine glass in his hand, picked up the wine jar and touched it with Cao Cao. The two laughed loudly, and each raised his head to drink.

He didn't speak anymore, just drank one mouthful after another. Chen Mo didn't remember how much he drank. In the end, the two of them drank until they were unconscious. This was probably the most enjoyable and the most drunken time in Chen Mo's life. Until At noon the next day, Chen Mo just woke up and was already being carried to Zang Mansion.

Cao Cao had also been picked up long ago. Chen Mo walked out of the yard, took the wet wipes handed by Dian Wei and wiped his face. In the yard, Zang Hong and Zhang Chao were playing chess. Chen Mo took a few sips of soup and came forward to greet him.

"In the past few years, it seems that Mo'er has become a lot more sensible." Zang Hong turned his head, looked at Chen Mo, and reached out to touch his head, just like when he was there.

For some reason, Chen Mo's eyes felt a little sore, he raised his head and said, "Teacher, is life always like this?"

"Seven or eight out of ten." Zang Hong nodded: "Of course, you can also learn from me and leave everything behind and only pursue what you want. Everything else, including honor, disgrace, status, and even... your life and family, can be thrown away."

"Disciple can't do it." Chen Mo sighed after being silent for a while.

"Just in time, let's play a game of chess with your uncle Meng Gao. How about I show Mo'er's chess skills?" Zang Hong said with a smile.

"Offended!" Chen Mo was not polite. He was not very familiar with Zhang Chao, but for the sake of his mentor, he must be polite.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Chao looked at Chen Mo in astonishment, he hadn't even done it yet, how could he offend him? He looked at Chen Mo and said, "It's not a good thing for young people to be too sharp."

Chen Mo didn't say anything, just nodded slightly, showing off the gentleman's style, but his moves were crisp and clean. At only fifty, Zhang Chao sighed and gave up.

"Do you regret it?" Zang Hong looked at Zhang Chao and smiled. Back then, both Zhang Chao and Zang Hong had the opportunity to recognize this disciple. However, Zhang Chao was too worried at the time and did not recognize him. Instead, Zang Hong accepted Chen Mo as his disciple. , now it seems that Chen Mo has clearly exceeded everyone's expectations.

Zhang Chao smiled bitterly and nodded. He did regret it a little. He knew why Chen Mo said he was offended before the game even started. The two sides were not on the same level at all.

"But it's not a good thing to be sharp!" Zhang Chao could only complain that this junior didn't give him face.

"In recent days, I have been very angry and acted arrogantly. I hope you will not blame me!" Chen Mo said with a salute.

What else could Zhang Chao say? He had become a doormat and couldn't say anything. The only thing that remained unchanged about this child was that he was as violent as before, or even worse than before.

"I know you feel uncomfortable in your heart. This game of chess can also let you vent some." Zang Hong said with a smile: "Everything in this world is like chess. If you can't control the situation, you can only be like Meng Gao."

"Ziyuan, why don't you go with him?" Zhang Chao asked angrily.

"What are your plans for the future? Do you want to come back to Xuzhou with me?" Zang Hong looked at Chen Mo and said.

"With General Chen's ability, if you are willing to return to Xuzhou, I can make it known to you as the prefect of Guangling." Zhang Chao's eyes lit up when he heard this. Chen Mo's ability has been known to the world in the past two years. If he can return to Xuzhou, he will be the first to do so. Big arms help.

"This disciple has established a foundation in the east of the river. After saying goodbye this time, the disciple is going to go to the court and ask for land in the east of the river." Chen Mo bowed.

Zang Ba nodded when he heard this. This was Chen Mo's choice. Although he was his disciple, Zang Hong would not interfere with Chen Mo's choice.

"That's good. With your current abilities, there isn't much I can teach you as a teacher." Zang Hong looked at Chen Mo. His appearance hadn't changed much, but his temperament was completely different from three years ago. Chen Mo already has his own way, Zang Hong can't interfere more, he thought for a while and said: "Just don't forget your original intention."

True intention?

Chen Mo nodded, but felt a little confused. What was his true intention?

When I was young, I just wanted my family to be better off, to have more acres of land, and to be able to become a wealthy family when I grow up, so I would have no regrets in life. Later, the Yellow Turban Rebellion shattered these thoughts of my own. At that time, I just wanted to survive and take my mother with me. In order to survive, he then became a disciple of Zang Hong, studied and studied, and had no worries about food and clothing, but in his heart he wanted to do something for the world. Then he went to Luoyang and did a lot of things, and his mentality also changed step by step. , what is your true intention?

Chen Mo looked at Zang Hong, he seemed to have forgotten...

"This shouldn't be something you should think about at your age." Seeing the disciple's rare expression of confusion, Zang Hong felt indescribably sad: "You have to ask yourself."

"It's hard to find." Chen Mo shook his head.

"Many people will never be able to find her again in their lifetime. I hope Mo'er can." Zang Hong said with a smile.

"Then the teacher has been found?" Chen Mo looked at Zang Hong.

"I don't know. It seems that I have found it, but it seems that I haven't." Zang Hong shook his head.

"It seems difficult." Chen Mo sighed.

"It's quite difficult." Zang Hong nodded and glanced at Zhang Chao standing aside.

"Don't look at me, teach your disciples!" Zhang Chao was a little panicked when Zang Hong stared at him.

"When are you ready to leave?" Zang Hong asked.

"These two days." Chen Mo said, "Before I leave, there are two things I want to ask the teacher for help with."

"Oh?" Zang Hong nodded and said, "Go ahead."

"First, the disciple asks his mentor to give him a calligraphy." Chen Mo said solemnly.

According to etiquette, the elders will choose the surname for a man with a crown and a woman with a hairpin. But now that Chen Mo is also a prince, it is not suitable. According to common sense, Cai Yong once wanted to give Chen Mo a surname, but Chen Mo declined. His own surname , can only be obtained by a mentor, this has nothing to do with status.

Zang Hong nodded when he heard this and said: "That's right. With your status today, you should have a name for yourself."

As he spoke, he paced back and forth. After thinking for a moment, Zang Hong said with a smile: "Mo'er was born in the Chu land. There is a saying in Chu language. For three years, he meditated on Tao, so he took Tao as his character. As the eldest son in the family, you were named Bo. How is it?"

Bo Dao...Chen Bo Dao?

Chen Mo bowed and said, "Thank you so much, master."

After Zang Hong formally received Chen Mo's bow, he helped Chen Mo up and said, "As a teacher, I also hope that you can find your own way."

"Disciples must never forget the teachings of their mentor!" Chen Mo said solemnly.

"Bo Dao hasn't said what the second thing is yet?" Zang Hong said with a smile.

"Last year, Duke Bojie talked to his disciple about the marriage to Duke Bojie's daughter. My mother has agreed. The disciple has asked someone to go to Xiapi to pick up my mother and come to Hedong. After I return to Hedong this time, I will prepare to discuss it with Duke Bojie. Regarding the wedding, the wedding date has been set. The disciple lost his father when he was young. I dare to ask my mentor to temporarily accompany the disciple to Hedong to preside over the wedding for the disciple. "Chen Mo bowed.

"Then Brother Meng Gao will probably have to go back to Guangling by himself this time." Zang Hong readily agreed. How could he be absent when his favorite disciple was getting married?

Zhang Chao took a sip of wine, smacked his lips and said, "Bo Dao, Cai Weng's daughter, is very lucky."

"Thank you, mentor!" Chen Mo bowed.

After this matter was settled, Chen Mo felt much more relaxed, probably because the farewell would be postponed for a long time, and he felt inexplicably happy.