Time Smuggling Starting from the Year 2000

Yun was silent for a long time, then Fang said: I have indeed collected all the books in the Lantai and Shishi and haven't collected other books yet.

He hesitated while speaking, already knowing that Huang Xuan wanted these classics, but he didn't want to speak first.

Come to think of it, the matter of collecting other classics of the great man happened after Master Situ killed Dong Zhuo and took over. Huang Xuan snorted twice in disdain. He believed that compared with the central power of the Han Dynasty, Wang Yun and others knew how to choose. Sir Situ was not the only one who resisted Dong Zhuo. Behind him was the entire Eastern Han gentry class. Therefore, Huang Xuan didn't even intend to give Wang Yun a reason to bargain, but said very directly: Mr. Zi, are you willing to part with me?

Wang Yun was still silent, but he didn't have any violent reaction to Huang Xuan calling him directly, which actually explained the problem very well. The Confucian scholars in the Han Dynasty were already very proud, and the Biaozi had a meaning of intimacy and respect. Therefore, Wang Yun could call Huang Xuan and Lu Bu’s Biaozi to get closer, but Lu Bu would never call Wang Yun’s Biaozi, and Huang Xuan's address like this was already beyond the reach of warriors and Confucian scholars.

Huang Xuan chuckled twice, following Lu Bu's example, he drank the water wine by himself. At this time, the rice wine had a very low alcohol content, and the taste was slightly sweet, quite refreshing.

Wang Yun looked at Huang Xuan for a while, and said, Yunke promises to provide disaster relief, and after copying a copy, I will hand over the original version to you. Among the collected classics, many of them were orphans for the Han Dynasty, since he collected them , naturally understand the value of it.

Huang Xuan shook his head bluntly. When it comes to transcription, he can be thousands of times faster than manpower, but doing so is obviously not good for obtaining buffer energy. In addition, he can't bear to wait here, so he said: Within 3, as long as General Fengxian takes Xunzhuo to an open place, I can shoot and kill this thief, how long will it take Sir Situ to transcribe the classics?

Wang Yun was taken aback for a moment, and Huang Xuan said again: Master Situ. Could it be that you can't even agree to such a request?

Lu Bu was also a little moved at this time, he was always pushed aside by the generals of Liangzhou, and the royal family, all the generals who could make a move were in the local area, as long as Dong Zhuo was killed, he would be a great general who would do his part, a power that no one could take away. Seeing that Wang Yun couldn't make up his mind, he couldn't help knocking the wine cup on the tea table, clenched his fists with both hands and put them on his knees.

Hey... Wang Yun let out a long sigh. Said: I also hope that the disaster relief will carefully protect these classics.

In this way, it is considered correct. Huang Xuan couldn't hide his smile, and said, Don't worry, my lord. But this time, he won't call Wang Yun's name to provoke him anymore.

Say it. He turned to Lv Bu again and said, Feng must control the officers and soldiers in the city first. After this is done, the officers and soldiers of the Han Dynasty will all be controlled by the general. Liangzhou soldiers were not stationed in Chang'an, to some extent. Chang'an was still under the control of the Han court.

The temptation to be the head of the National Military Commission naturally lingered in the mind of Lu Bu, who was eager for quick success. Speaking of which, there are countless things like subordinates and superiors robbing wives and concubines, but there are not many cases that arouse resistance in the end. Cao Cao robbed Zhang Xiu's sister-in-law, and Lu Bu had a habit of robbing his subordinates' wives. Apart from these negative examples, there are many more successful ones. Therefore, it is true that Lu Bu has rebellion. He killed Ding for the sake of his future, and Dong Zhuo was no exception. It was the same when he turned against Liu Bei.

Lu Bu took another two sips of the wine. He stared at Huang Xuan for a long time, finally nodded heavily, and said, The disaster relief is really a heroic boy, so I'll just sit down and wait for the good news. As he spoke, he reached out to shake hands with Huang Xuan.

The two shook hands, but they didn't know that Wang Yun's string was plucked. He let out a long laugh and said, Come here, my child.

Lu Bu looked at the screen in bewilderment, and was shocked on the spot. Dian Wei, who was holding a sniper rifle and looked left and right, looked at Xunsheng, but his face was also taken aback. The surprise is beyond words.

Huang Xuan's heart trembled, and he quickly looked back. I saw a young girl walking out slowly, Rou Ning gently pushed aside the screen, she was wearing a purple dress, with a long double butterfly embroidered skirt covering her delicate waist, she lowered her head slightly, and sat quietly on the table. Except for a head of black hair, her skin is as white as snow, even more so than the screen beside her.

Wang Yun smiled triumphantly again, and said: The little girl Diaochan also. Yunmeng's disaster relief and Fengxian's wrong love are no different from close relatives, so let her meet the two of you.

This is Diao Chan! This is Diao Chan... Huang Xuan had already shouted in his heart, and he looked more carefully at the short neck exposed by the girl when she saluted. Leaned forward.

It seemed that Wang Yun wanted Lu Bu to meet Diao Chan at today's banquet, and today was probably the beginning of a series of tricks, but because of Huang Xuandi's appearance, things changed a little.

Among the people at the banquet, Wang Yunwu drank by himself and observed everyone's expressions. Dian Wei was the first to put away his astonishment, holding a sniper rifle in his arms, his expression as usual; Lu Bu took a sip of wine and then closed his eyes; Looking at each other fixedly, reluctant to miss a point.

Diao Chan worships all the lords. The words were like pearls, and the voice was soft and clear. Huang Xuan only thought it was more beautiful than any French singing, and even more moving than the water god Galadia's voice.

After such a comparison, Huang Xuan couldn't help sighing, Its shape is as graceful as a frightened bird, and as graceful as a swimming dragon. Rong Yao Qiuju... But he memorized the Luoshen Fu very well.

Cao Zhi is just 2 now and is still babbling. This so-called talented man has studied a wide range of fields, and his poems and fus have been called immortal, but in terms of his reputation, his seven-step poems and Luoshen Fu are the most famous.

The former is famous for its legendary color, while the latter is the number one hymn in the Chinese-speaking world. For the literati and poets in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, the value of this fu is equivalent to Li Bai's Will Enter the Wine, Du Fu's Climbing the High, Su Shi's When Will the Bright Moon Come and Li Qingzhao's Slow Voice. To put it a little vulgarly, Luo Shen Fu is the battle fu among poems, the battleship among battleships, and the Bill Gates among rich people.

Compared with modern poetry, the biggest feature of poetry is that it is suitable for singing. The rhyming tone makes people passionate. Luo Shen Fu has been recited repeatedly by Huang Xuan. , stood up, and waited until the sentence: Lingbo walks lightly, and the socks are dusty. If you move impermanently, if you are in danger, not only Wang Yun, but even Diaochan who was sitting reservedly, couldn't help it anymore, and raised his head. Come.

At that moment, Huang Xuan was stunned. He only felt that his face was so beautiful that he couldn't bear to look at it. He also felt that under the reflection of the water, there was a divine light. Looking at her kneeling and sitting, her figure is still graceful, and her movements are like a mist wrapped around her body. .

Seeing this, Huang Xuan couldn't continue singing the Fu in his mouth, and Diao Chan couldn't help showing a puzzled expression.

In an instant, that beautiful face was shining brightly, and even Wang Yun, who was also caught in the poem, couldn't help but move his body. As for Lu Bu and Dian Wei, it goes without saying.

Huang Xuan immediately yelled in his heart, It's her, it's her. He was not willing to let the beauty wait for a long time, and immediately continued: It's a hard time to advance and stop, if you go back, if you go back. Turn the stream of essence, radiant and beautiful. With words I haven't exhaled, my breath is like a blue orchid...

At this time, his full heart was on Diao Chan, and his singing became more and more chaotic. Diao Chan was smart, she lowered her head naturally, savoring the charm of the Fu carefully, only Huang Xuan was left, her heart was divided into three places, she was singing the Fu, and hitting the verses, and she couldn't help but look at the willow waist and shoulders wandering.

Forget it, everyone has their own thoughts, Huang Xuan looked at Diao Chan intently, but could only see her phoenix eyebrows frowning slightly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she was asleep.

Wang Yun, who savored poems carefully, reacted the fastest, and said with a cheerful smile: A masterpiece of disaster relief is comparable to Sima Xiangru.

Before Cao Zhi came to the world, Sima Xiangru was the number one poet. Wang Yun, as a member of the gentry, commented that even if Huang Xuan lived here for a long time, this comment alone is enough for half his life to be worry-free, just like the sentence Wang Zuo Talent sent Wang Yun to Luoyang.

However, Huang Xuan looked at Diao Chan, and saw her slender and well-proportioned figure saluted, and said with great demeanor: I think you should be Sima Xiangru in this world. People are so obsessed with forgetting their gods, no wonder Wang Yun praised it as closed moon.

For Huang Xuan, two praises are not as good as this young girl's smile, but he wanted to say You should be the current Zhuo Wenjun, and was afraid that he would be a beauty, so he suddenly became nervous and forgot to put the bamboo joints Attributed to a few.

Lu Bu was both jealous and nonchalant: I didn't expect Huang Zhuangshi to have both civil and military skills.

He also mentioned the word strong man, but Huang Xuan was shocked and came to his senses: the one who wrote this poem was not himself, but the unlucky Cao Zhi. Son.

Young people are always easily influenced by others, and it is easier to get into the horns of the dead. At this time, he thought even more radically: Diao Chan was laughing at that beautiful poem, and laughing at her own pretentious and untimely singing. Laugh at your ignorance.

For a while, Huang Xuan thought so far that he couldn't sit still any longer, straightened his body and said, Master Situ, I still have something to do, so let's take a step ahead and discuss matters based on what I just said.

Before anyone could answer, Huang Xuan stood up, grabbed his sniper rifle, and whispered to Dian Wei, Let's go.

Wang Yun nodded and smiled, but he didn't know why.

Diao Chan raised her head slightly, her eyes seemed to be rippling in a pool of autumn water. .