Reborn in the Three Kingdoms, I stole Liu Bei's uncle

Xing'er held the piece of paper in her arms, a slight smile on her face, and walked briskly towards the room.

He recalled what had just happened and thought that the young man was a good person.

I just don’t know what academic knowledge is like?

Even if the young man is not well-educated, I will still say good things about him in front of the young lady.

Xing Er made up her mind and her smile widened.

Just as he arrived at Diao Chan's room and was about to speak, he heard Diao Chan ask, "Xing'er, you are finally here. Father just sent someone to pass on a message. We are free now. Let's go over quickly."

Before Xing'er could finish the words that were on the tip of her tongue, she was led by Diao Chan to Wang Yun's study.

The two of them walked through the corridor and courtyard, and soon arrived at the study.

As soon as the two of them finished their greetings, Wang Yun laughed and said, "Diao Chan, your father has met a genius these past two days. Come and take a look at this poem he wrote. It is truly a masterpiece that will be remembered for ages."

Diao Chan was curious about what kind of poem or essay would make her father praise it so highly. She responded and walked to the desk, only to see a few lines of familiar handwriting on a smooth piece of paper.

Diao Chan opened her red lips and whispered: "The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and its waves wash away all heroes."

She was well-versed in poetry and just after reading two lines, she stood there in a daze.

There was such a magnificent article in the world. Just reading two short sentences made her heart surge with emotion and she couldn't control herself.

No wonder my father praised this poem so much. These two sentences alone are enough to be passed down through the ages.

After finally calming herself down, Diao Chan continued reading.

"Success and failure are all gone. The green mountains are still there, and the sunsets are red several times."

When Diao Chan read this, her eyes revealed a bit of uncontrollable enthusiasm.

After calming down this frenzy and reading this poem, Diao Chan could no longer calm down.

What kind of person, what kind of experience, can write such brilliant and wonderful poems.

She read the meaning carefully and felt like drinking sweet dew, and was intoxicated by it.

It took her a moment to come back to her senses.

At this time, Wang Yun smiled and said, "Diao Chan, what do you think of this poem?"

Diao Chan replied, "After reading this poem, I feel it is so majestic, just like the water of the Yangtze River flowing eastward into the sea. The past thousands of years, right and wrong, success and failure, are all reflected in this river. It is a really good poem."

Wang Yun smiled and said, "Yes, yes. You have loved this art since you were a child. You are the only one in the mansion who can appreciate the flavor of poetry."

"Your elder brothers are busy with worldly affairs all day long and don't have the interest to do this."

Diao Chan replied, "My elder brothers are busy with government affairs, unlike me who is idle like me."

Wang Yun smiled and said, "They are all vulgar people, so let's not talk about them. If you like this poem, please copy it and study it carefully when you go back."

Diao Chan nodded, but her thoughts did not stop. The more she read the poem, the more she felt that it was not written by Liu Yu.

Such poems must have been written by an elegant person who has experienced the world and remained true to his original aspirations. How could they have been written by a notorious teenager?

At a young age, he has read a few books and experienced a few things, but he dares to say that he has seen through the world. He can talk about many things in the past and present, but they are all just jokes.

Seeing her father still immersed in the joy of poetry, Diao Chan pretended not to know and deliberately asked, "Who wrote this poem? How old is he?"

Wang Yun smiled and said, "This was written by Liu Yunqi, the son of my old friend."

"He is only eighteen this year, but he is very intelligent and smart. I have to admire him wholeheartedly."

"Such a young talent can be compared to the ancients."

"She is only a few years older than you. Since you like this poem, I will ask him to come over and explain it to you in detail."

Explain in detail. Diao Chan was startled, knowing that Liu Yu had won her father's trust.

This is no wonder. My father has always valued talented people, and when he suddenly saw this poem, he was deeply impressed.

The talent of someone who can write such poetry is unimaginable.

But my father forgot one thing: how could such a profound poem be written by a young man?

"Father, please forgive me for saying so much, but I'm afraid this poem was not written by Mr. Liu."

Diao Chan spoke frankly and gave the answer in her heart.

Wang Yun asked, "How did Diao Chan see that?"

Diao Chan did not hesitate and said directly: "This poem, in addition to being majestic, also contains deep thoughts about the rise and fall of the past. If you have not experienced it yourself, how can you have such an understanding."

"Mr. Liu, at such a young age, how much can you have experienced in the world? How could you have such a deep understanding?"

"My daughter thinks that this poem should be written by an elder who has experienced the ups and downs of officialdom and the vicissitudes of life. This is more appropriate."

When Wang Yun heard Diao Chan say this, the questions he had that day came back to his mind.

The artistic conception of the poem is full of vicissitudes.

It would be a bit far-fetched to say that this kind of insight and knowledge was created by a young man.

He originally thought that it was written by a great sage of ancient times and was used by Liu Yu.

When Liu Yu was in a coma, he searched through ancient books all night to find this poem.

The result was obvious. Not only was there no word found, but even this form of poetry was not seen.

With half belief and half doubt, he started talking to Liu Yu.

After some research, I found out that Liu Yu was extremely knowledgeable and his understanding of the various schools of thought far exceeded that of ordinary people.

What is even more rare is that this boy not only has extraordinary knowledge and insight, but also has a clear mind of good and evil.

He recalled the rumors from three years ago and called the old servant back to ask about the situation at that time.

The old servant saw that Wang Yun liked Liu Yu, and gave a half-hearted answer.

I did not talk to Liu Yu at that time, so I do not know how knowledgeable he is. I just came to this conclusion by asking around the neighbors.

Rumors are bound to be exaggerated.

After hearing these words, Wang Yun slowly dispelled the doubts in his heart about this poem.

Hearing Diao Chan say the same thing, he pondered for a moment and said, "What you said makes sense. I had the same doubt before."

"When I talked to Yunqi about what happened back then, I learned that he had been taught by Mr. Shuijing and his knowledge had improved greatly."

"I also felt regret for my youthful recklessness. One day, I saw the river flowing eastward, and I was inspired to write this poem."

"Who is Mr. Shuijing?"

"Mr. Shuijing is a great sage of the time, but he lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests and was unwilling to serve as an official, so his reputation is not well known in the world. I, your father, heard of his name when I was traveling abroad in my early years, but unfortunately I never had the chance to meet him."

A hermit who has seen through the world is also a great sage, that's right. This poem must have been written by Mr. Shuijing. Knowing that his father liked this, Liu Yu deliberately brought it out to show his talent for the sake of his official career. His father loved talent and he fell into the trap.

What a hypocrite who is only seeking fame and reputation.

Diao Chan said secretly in her heart.

"My daughter thinks that this poem might have been written by Mr. Shuijing. Think about it, father. Mr. Shuijing is very knowledgeable and lives in seclusion in the mountains and forests. He must have seen through the mundane world. If this poem was written by Mr. Shuijing, wouldn't it be reasonable?"