The Nameless of the Common Clans

It started to rain at the end of April. After a period of excitement, as the guests who came to celebrate gradually left, the lively atmosphere in Anyi seemed to be extinguished by the heavy rain.

Behind the open window, Yun Si sat behind the piano table and played the piano. Chen Mo played chess with his newlywed wife. Juan'er knelt down next to her, adding water to their cups from time to time. The rain outside the window was getting denser, and the sound of the piano could not reach far. , the flowers and plants in the garden have flourished, and there is a different kind of silence in the rain curtain.

"Madam, do you think it's elegant that we are here playing chess, watching the rain, and listening to the piano?" Chen Mo looked at the rain outside the window, a little lost in thought, and the white piece in his hand never fell.

"It depends on what your husband thinks." Cai Yan looked down at the chessboard, her eyebrows furrowed, thinking hard about the situation, and said softly: "Actually, my father said that joys and sorrows, the emotions in these people's hearts are actually the same for everyone. Yes, in this regard, we are playing chess, listening to the piano, and watching the rain here. It is actually no different from the ordinary traffickers, gossiping, and watching the rain at home. However, in terms of art, there is indeed a distinction between superior and inferior. The husband is here. ”

Chen Mo looked at Cai Yan's fallen chess piece and suddenly smiled: "How about we just treat it as a draw today?"

Cai Yan was silent and just looked at Chen Mo. This was already the sixth game the two of them had played today. If they ended up playing a game by chance, it was a coincidence. But every game was a draw, even if they were equally powerful, it would not be possible. Unless one party's chess skills are far superior to the other, even if the authorities are obsessed with it, and six games in a row have this result, how could Cai Yan not know that Chen Mo deliberately wanted to do it. After a long time, he said softly: "I just want to know where I lost?"

"Why bother?" Chen Mo said with a smile: "This person is born with different characteristics. For example, my wife's piano skills may be difficult for my husband to achieve in this life."

Cai Yan didn't speak, just stared at the chessboard quietly. She was quiet by nature and didn't want to argue with others, but she was very easy to be serious when it came to learning things.

Chen Mo actually likes this kind of character. Even if a person is independent from the world, he should always have something he is persistent in. Chen Mo found his wife's persistence, smiled slightly, put down the chess piece in his hand and said: "Qin Chess, calligraphy and painting are all ways of self-cultivation. Being too obsessed with winning or losing is not beautiful. "

Cai Yan silently began to collect his son, looked at Chen Mo and said softly: "When will your husband leave?"

"Tomorrow." Chen Mo looked out the window and smiled: "Tomorrow, the rain will probably stop."

Cai Yan nodded slightly and said no more. The sound of the piano flowing in the room brought a touch of separation sadness.

"Let Yun Si and Juan'er serve your husband today." Cai Yan lowered his head and arranged the chess pieces. There was not much emotion in his voice: "I have been a little tired these days."

"That's fine, my husband suddenly thought of a simpler way to play in the past few days." Chen Mo put the remaining white stones on the chessboard into the chess cup and said with a smile.

"Oh?" Cai Yan looked at Chen Mo doubtfully.

"It's not as complicated as Go, but it's not simple at all." Chen Mo took out five white stones from the chess cup and lined them up one by one: "As long as you and I can line up any five white stones on this chessboard horizontally, vertically or diagonally. Whoever can line up first will win!"

Cai Yan thought about it carefully and nodded to indicate understanding. In the first game, Chen Mo took the lead. This was what Chen Mo was thinking about how to train generals to adapt during this period. It seemed simple, but his insight into the overall situation and his understanding of the situation The control of the situation is extremely demanding, but the rules are simple and easy to understand. The two tried a game, which was unexpectedly fierce. Although Cai Yan lost in the end, compared to the fact that he didn't understand how he lost in Go, This concise and clear way seems more interesting.

The crisp sound of falling pieces seemed to be getting faster and faster, but it was not too loud even though it was hidden in the sound of the rain. Juan'er, who didn't know much about Go at first, seemed to understand it as she looked a little drowsy. For a moment, she felt a little confused. The meaning of eagerness to try would occasionally remind Cai Yan when he was about to lose.

"Juan'er, you are considered to be very sharp on the battlefield!" Chen Mo looked at Juan'er and said.

"But Young Master, matters in the inner court are up to Madam~" Juan'er defended in a low voice, "And Young Master lost."

"How about you come?" Chen Mo looked at Juan'er with a smile.

"It's not good~" Juan'er was a little moved.

"There are only four of you and me here, there are not many rules." Chen Mo said with a smile.

"Then..." Juan'er looked at Cai Yan.

"Since my husband has said so, let Juan'er do it." Cai Yan stood up and said, "I will play the harp for Yun Si while your husband listens."

"Okay." Chen Mo nodded.

The sound of falling was heard again, and the person pouring water was replaced by Yun Si.

"Young master lost!"

"If you lose, you lose. Victory and defeat are commonplace in military affairs."

"Husband, what is the name of this chess piece?"

"This is what I thought of as the lowest organization in the army. How about calling it Wu Qi?" Chen Mo thought.

"It doesn't sound good, five stars in a row?"

"Just think about it."

The cheerful atmosphere lasted until late at night, and the rain gradually stopped. Although it was still falling, it had not stopped much. The air was filled with the fragrance of grass, and the movement next door continued until late at night before gradually stopping.

Alas~

Cai Yan looked at the candlelight in front of him in a daze.

"Why are you sighing, madam?" The door was pushed open, bringing with it a gust of cold wind. Chen Mo came behind Cai Yan in single clothes and blew out the candle.

"Why don't you, husband, accompany your two sisters?" Cai Yan was a little confused, but felt a little warm in his heart.

"They are sleeping. They will go on an expedition tomorrow. Do you want to accompany your wife tonight?" Chen Mo gently picked up Cai Yan.

"Hmm~"

Whispering softly, even though the room had fallen into darkness, she still shyly buried her head in Chen Mo's arms. The window screen was constantly rustling in the night wind. This night was destined to be sleepless...

The next morning, Dian Wei, Dalang, Wang Shu, Zheng Shu, and Yang Shu and his son, who had been notified, gathered outside the mansion with two hundred guards and followed Chen Mo out of the city.

After a night of wind and rain, Anyi was a little chilly in the morning. Chen Mo sat on the horseback, looked back at the gate of Anyi City, and then looked at Man Chong and Xu Huang who came to see him off and smiled: "Everyone, official business is important, let's say goodbye."

"Farewell, lord!" Man Chong and Xu Huang, with a group of officials, bowed to Chen Mo and said goodbye.

"Let's go!" Chen Mo clasped his fists to everyone, turned his horse's head, and set off with a group of soldiers. This time, his appetite will be bigger, and Bingzhou must be taken into his pocket as soon as possible.

…

The second year of Chuping was a relatively stable time for the whole world. Although wars were still raging in various places, the world was relatively stable after Dong Zhuo withdrew his troops to Guanzhong last year. In other words, the war between the two major groups in Guandong and Guanzhong temporarily stopped, but the princes began to use their own methods and started their own expansion.

In Chang'an, Cai Yong's return did not seem to cause much commotion. Cai Yong insisted on returning to the court this time, firstly because he was worried about the country, and secondly because he wanted to continue compiling the history of the Han Dynasty. This is a masterpiece that collected a large number of classics and went through countless proofreadings. It is a masterpiece that specializes in the rise and fall of the Han Dynasty. If it can be completed in his lifetime, it will be a work that is not inferior to the Records of the Grand Historian. For Cai Yong, official titles are not important. Being able to compile such a masterpiece like Sima Qian is what he wants in his life.

"Teacher!" Xu Shu came in with a bunch of bamboo slips, looked at Cai Yong and said with a smile: "Situ Gong is outside the door, please see you."

"Oh?" Cai Yong asked in confusion: "What is the matter with you, Master Zi?"

"Although I don't know, I can guess a little." Xu Shu put the bamboo slips on the table, arranged them one by one, and said with a smile: "Maybe you want to get help from Chen Shijun through you."

Cai Yong frowned when he heard this. Although Xu Shu said it obscurely, Cai Yong didn't care much about current affairs, but he was not stupid. Wang Yun wanted Chen Mo's help at this time. What can Chen Mo do to help him? It's true that Wang's family is in Taiyuan, but there is no need to worry about their safety. Even if there is any grudge between the two, Chen Mo can't do anything to Wang's family. This will only ruin their reputation. So what Wang Yun values ​​is probably the military power that Chen Mo holds in his hands, as he now owns two counties?

As for what to do with the military power? Cai Yong knew this, and couldn't help but snorted coldly: "The court has just stabilized. Have these people ever thought about what will happen to the country if they continue to make trouble at this time?"

"Maybe they have thought about it." Xu Shu has been with Cai Yong for a year. Many things in the court are sometimes disgusting. Hearing Cai Yong's words, he shook his head and said: "But for them, Dong Zhuo's control of the government is the most intolerable."

"No!" Cai Yong waved his hand. He didn't want Chen Mo to be involved in this matter again.

"Teacher, this approach is probably..." Xu Shu didn't like Wang Yun very much, but he was the prime minister of the court after all. It was not polite to expel guests directly, and it was also equivalent to offending Wang Yun. With Wang Yun's mind, if he gained power in the future, he would probably not give up.

"Don't pay attention to it!" Cai Yong said coldly.

"Yes!" Xu Shu sighed and bowed to leave.

After leaving the room, Xu Shu thought about it and went to the main hall. Although Cai Yong looked down on Wang Yun, the scholars in the court now secretly respected Wang Yun, so the relationship could not be too stiff.

"Situ Gong!" Xu Shu bowed to Wang Yun.

"Yuan Zhi, no need to be polite." Wang Yun nodded slightly. Not seeing Cai Yong, he was a little puzzled and said, "Bo Ji Gong..."

"Situ Gong, please forgive me. My teacher has been traveling all the way and caught a cold on the road. It's not good to meet guests." Xu Shu smiled and said, "My teacher asked me to apologize to Situ Gong for him."

"You are too kind!" Wang Yun shook his head and smiled, "In this case, I will visit you another day. Sorry for bothering you."

Xu Shu sent Wang Yun to the door of the mansion. Wang Yun waved his hand and said, "Yuan Zhi, no need to send him off. Let's go back and take care of Bo Ji Gong."

"Situ Gong, take care." Xu Shu watched Wang Yun get on the carriage, and only breathed a sigh of relief when the carriage went away.

On the other side, in the carriage, Wang Yun's face gradually became gloomy after he got on the carriage.

"Master Zi, has Lord Bo Ji agreed?" Zhong Fu, who was waiting in the carriage, looked at Wang Yun's face and probably guessed the answer, frowning.

"I haven't even met him!" Wang Yun snorted coldly, "Humph, even if Chen Mo is not here, we may not be unable to do it. Let's go back first and make a long-term plan!"

"Well." Zhong Fu sighed. The carriage was driving on a somewhat lonely road. Compared with the prosperity of Luoyang in the past, Chang'an today is much more depressed...