Chapter 15 2. Sima Yi's Blood Splattered Juxian Pavilion

In Xudu at the end of May, the wind is blowing dry and the sun is scorching hot.In the Hibiscus Pond in the north corner of the city, there are sparkling blue waves, jumping gold and eye-catching, and ducks and cranes dancing; on the bank are jade willows fluttering, and cicadas sing loudly, and the sound is in your ears.However, among the clumps of green shades, there is an exquisite restaurant with blue bricks and green tiles standing in a forest, which makes people feel cool. On the eight-foot horizontal plaque hanging high above the gate of this restaurant, the three big red lacquer characters "Juxian Pavilion" stand out impressively, and it looks pure and elegant from a distance.All the scholars and people in Xudu know that those three big characters were inscribed by Kong Rong, a great Confucianist and a doctor of Taizhong.The restaurant is built next to the pool, and is divided into three floors: the first floor is dedicated to banquets and entertainment, so it is very grand; the second floor is dedicated to sitting alone, so it is very elegant; the third floor is dedicated to group viewing. It is used for scenery, so it is very open.It is precisely because of the ingenuity of the owner of the restaurant that many celebrities and talented scholars from Xudu gathered in Feng Congyun to come to this building to write poems in front of the scenery to help the wine.

In the east corner of the third floor of Juxian Pavilion facing the window, there is an elegant room separated by green gauze screens on both sides.At this moment, around the entrance of this private room, there are four or five burly warriors standing solemnly with one hand akimbo and the other holding a knife.Strands of quaint and clear zither sounds are flowing out of the private room like pulses and clear springs. The beautiful melody makes people's hearts flutter and their ears pricked up to listen. In the private room, beside a square table, Cao Pi, Cao Zhi and their clan brother Cao Zhen sat at the same table, drinking and enjoying the scenery.Opposite them was another square table, on which was placed a Guqin carved from green jade. The texture of the Qin body was like the surface of pines and cypresses.

This green jade guqin is certainly gorgeous, but the peerless elegance of the two women sitting behind this green jade guqin compares it, even such a shiny and beautiful Yaoqin pales in comparison to them. The older woman was dressed in a yellow shirt, with a jade face and vermilion lips, white teeth and bright eyes, and her hair hanging down to her waist.But the younger woman sitting on her left is wearing a light scarlet veil, her face is as clear as snow without powder, her lips are ruddy and fragrant like a waterfall, her black hair flutters like a waterfall, her back is simple and elegant. Ethereal like jade willows in a smoke cage, only the heroic and sassy air between the brows is the most heart-pounding.

"Sister Ying, why don't you caress for your husband today." The woman in the yellow shirt smiled, and gently pushed the "Green Pine Yaoqin" in front of the girl in Feisha, "This 'Green Pine Yaoqin' This is your usual thing, you are easier to stroke the song than me..." The girl in Feisha cast her faint eyes on the Furong Pond outside the window, sighed leisurely, and said softly: "Miss Mi, for some reason, I am a little restless today, I am afraid I won't be able to calm down and play a song. " Hearing what she said, the woman in the yellow shirt didn't force her anymore, smiled brightly, and said, "Well, I can play a few more songs for Husband, Zijian (Cao Zhi's word Zijian), Zidan (Cao Zhen's word Zidan) and others to cheer them up. ——But you have to choose a few poems for your husband and others to sing along with my strokes..."

"Just the song "Autumn Hu Xing" written by Mr. Fu." Feisha girl said lightly. The woman in the yellow shirt nodded, raised her jade hand, and her slender fingers lightly clasped the strings and started to pluck.The mellow sound of the piano flows through the heart of Fei Sha girl like a gurgling stream in the mountains. The scenes of the past with her senior brother and the others in Ziyuan Academy resurfaced in her mind like smoke and dreams, and her heart She couldn't help trembling slightly—while half awake and half dreaming, she chanted softly to the sound of the piano:

The pan-green pond contains duckweed.Surrender to the tide, follow the trend. The hibiscus contains fragrance, and the hanzi hangs down.In fact, in the morning, in the evening, in the evening. Whoever picks up the legacy, thinks in court.Pisces cross their eyes, mandarin ducks cross their necks. There is a beautiful person, graceful and clear.Knowing the sound and knowing the music is good for music. As soon as she opened her mouth to chant, Cao Pi, Cao Zhi, and Cao Zhen in the private room immediately stopped clinking cups, calmed down, and listened to her soft chant. At the end of the song, the lingering sound curls up.Cao Zhi was the first to applaud and said, "Sister-in-law Fang's poem is so well recited! This poem is also written really well! ——Sister-in-law Fang, who wrote this poem?"

The woman in the yellow shirt smiled slightly, glanced at the woman in Feisha, and said, "Brother Zhi, do you think who wrote this poem? I'm afraid you will definitely guess that she can't..." While she was talking, Cao Pi suddenly cast a strange wink at the woman in the yellow shirt, took the lead and said carelessly: "Mimei, what kind of circle is there for Brother Zhi! Brother Zhi—what's so hard to guess! This poem is written for my brother!" "Really?" Cao Zhi gave Cao Pi a half-believing glance, "Brother's writing style is so clear, graceful, elegant and touching—I admire it so much!"

"That's right. Brother, I have a few more poems, "Shanzaixing" and "Yangexing", which are no worse than this poem. Now I can ask your two sister-in-laws to sing it to you again!" Cao Pi said cheekily. Said without shame.He glanced sideways at the woman in Fei Sha, but hurriedly looked away, thinking to himself: Ying'er, Ying'er!I know that these poems are written by you...but "the husband sings and the wife is harmonious", today I finally used your poems under the false name, and regained some points in front of my third brother who is known as "the poet is unparalleled" Face and praise, you have to be considerate of your husband's difficulties!

Listening to Cao Pi's words, the woman in yellow frowned, and turned her suspicious gaze to the woman in Fei Sha.There was no emotion on the face of the woman in Feisha, she just said lightly: "My husband is right. Your song "Shan Zai Xing" is also pure and beautiful. Sister Mi, you will stroke the song, and I will sing it. , Zidan and the others share the supernatural poems of your husband..." The woman in the yellow shirt responded, and slowly caressed the ten fingers of both hands on the piano again, and the sound of the piano flowed out from her fingers like a quiet spring.

There is a beautiful person, graceful and clear.Yanzi smiled cleverly and was kind-hearted. Knowing the sound and knowing the music is good for music.The mourning string is subtle, and the air is fragrant. Flowing Zheng Jichu, Du Gongzhong Shang.Touching, gorgeous and unforgettable. Leaving the bird at night, in Bizhongzhou.Extending the neck and flapping the wings, begging in mourning. Taking care of it makes me sad.Why do you forget your worries? Before she finished singing this time, Cao Zhi clapped his palms very loudly, turned around and praised his elder brother: "Brother, this poem is also very affectionate, sincere and touching! My younger brother listened, and my heart ached." There is sympathy, there is resonance, there is common meaning-almost shed tears! Brother, your writing is really good!"

"This... this... the third brother is absurdly praised! How can a brother be as clever as your poetic talent." Cao Pi pretended to be modest verbally, but his face showed a deep complacency, "Third brother, face Regarding the beautiful scenery in the Juxian Pavilion and on the Furong Pond, you must have already had a poetic interest in your heart, why don't you write it out at this time, and let Brother Wei appreciate it." Hearing this, Cao Zhi nodded slightly, and quietly raised his eyes to look at the woman in yellow shirt and the woman in scarlet yarn sitting in front, his eyes flashed brightly, and after a little thought, he said, "Brother, don't blame me for being here." Showing your ugly face—the younger brother took the scene of the two sisters-in-law playing the piano and singing for us just now as a backdrop, and improvised a poem: "There is a beautiful person, and the clothes are delicate. The beauty is gorgeous, and the beauty is like a spring flower. The beauty Ye Ye, the cloud The topknot is steep. Play the qin and caress the festival, and sing for me. The voicing and turbidity are even, both bright and harmonious. Take pleasure in today, let alone others.'” "The third brother's poem is really well done!" The woman in yellow shirt listened and nodded in praise with a smile.Fei Sha also smiled, but didn't say much. When Cao Pi heard it, he thought to himself: How can this Zijian use his two sister-in-laws in poems and poems?Did you mean to embarrass me on purpose?As soon as he thought of this, he felt very uncomfortable in his heart, and he could only perfunctoryly say: "Zijian is really smart, smart! I admire, admire..." While they were talking, they suddenly heard a deep and powerful voice slowly coming from outside the private room: "These poems are good, but it's a pity that the literary talent is more than gorgeous and the artistic conception is a little clear..." Everyone in the private room could hear clearly and all looked at each other in blank dismay.What is even more strange is that the woman in scarlet hair, when she heard this voice, her face changed color as if she had been struck by lightning suddenly, and she was stunned for a while! Cao Pi snorted, Huo Di got up and led Cao Zhi and Cao Zhen through the side door and broke out of the private room, following the sound.I saw a Confucian scholar in green shirt sitting quietly beside a square table in the west corner of the restaurant. "You madman, how dare you to criticize my young master's wonderful poems!" Cao Zhen's face turned serious, and he opened his mouth to scold.Cao Zhi stretched out his hand to stop him, clasped his fists to the Confucian scholar, and said calmly, "Where is your honorable scholar? I would like to ask for your advice." The Confucian scholars in green shirts were sitting on several sides, holding a volume of "Historical Records" in their left hand and a wine glass in their right hands. They were obviously tourists who came to Juxian Pavilion to drink, read history and enjoy the scenery.After listening to Cao Zhi's question, he smiled slightly and said, "I have offended all the gentlemen, and I am rude and disrespectful, and I can't even talk about teaching. According to my humble opinion, the value of poetry is nothing more than two words. Literature is better than reason, and it is gorgeous and impressive. , are low-level poems; those that are consistent with the literary and rationale, and that show the outside and the inside are the middle-level poems; The words are beautiful, rhyme, and catchy, but it is a pity that the meaning is shallow, clear and not pure, and it is not deep enough. I will not talk about long and short words here, and please come up with a first-class poem for the three young masters to compare. some." "Very good. Just recite that 'superior poem'!" Cao Pi's face darkened suddenly, "If the poem you recite is not as good as my brother's, then don't blame me..." Before he finished speaking, the Confucian scholar had already chanted: "'There are righteous men in the Guandong, and they raised their troops to fight against the gangsters. In the early days, they met in Tianjin, but their hearts were in Xianyang. The army was not coordinated, and he hesitated and walked wild. Snobbery makes people fight, The heirs also kill each other. The title of Huainan brother is engraved in the north. The armor is full of gnats, and the people die. The bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles. One of the living people is one, and the thought of it breaks the heart.'——Everyone Young Master, how about this poem?" When Cao Pi, Cao Zhen and others heard this, they couldn't help turning their faces to look at each other—this young Confucian scholar was reciting the "Haoli Xing" written by Cao Cao!Even if they wanted to be picky, they didn't dare to make a move on this poem!I really don't know if this Confucian scholar really appreciates Prime Minister Cao's poems or deliberately uses his poems to prevaricate them? "What's so wonderful about this poem?" Cao Zhi asked calmly. "This poem is full of concern for the country and the people. The artistic conception is desolate and intense, and the chanting makes people's hearts flutter." The green-clothed Confucian scholar said slowly, drinking the wine in his cup with a solemn expression, "The world is in chaos today. , The people are in dire straits, and all people with lofty ideals are concerned with the great cause of helping the world and bringing peace to the people. When they think about it, it is like calling for friends and companions. This poem by Prime Minister Cao is really the voice of the world's sages, and it condenses the feelings of the heroes of the world Scholars and people from all over the world are full of emotion when they hear about it, but it doesn’t mean that ‘reason is better than literature, and the artistic conception is far-reaching’? How can it be compared with those poems and essays that are full of love for children and self-entertainment.” "Brother's words are really insightful, every word is medicine and stone, and every sentence is sharp! It really makes me feel ashamed!" Cao Zhi's face was serious, and he hurriedly bowed to the Confucian scholar, "I am Cao Zhi, thank you for your earnestness Advise!" When the Confucian scholar in Qingshan heard the word "Cao Zhi", he couldn't help being moved: "So the young master is the son of Prime Minister Cao! I'm being rude." Cao Zhi introduced Cao Pi and Cao Zhendao to him: "This is my elder brother Cao Pi. This is my elder brother Cao Zhen. We met Xiongtai today, it is really called "making friends through literature", but I don't know the name of Xiongtai Gao?" The Confucian scholar in green shirt stood up and cupped his fists deeply, and said, "I have offended you a lot just now, please forgive me. Sima Yi in Hanoi, the current literary chief of the prime minister's office, is frivolous and ignorant. It's ridiculous!" As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "clang" in the private room, as if something had been broken, and at the same time, there was a faint cry full of surprise. When Sima Yi heard this delicate exclamation, his heart was also secretly shocked: This voice is so familiar!I also heard this voice chanting poems just now, and I had some doubts at that time... It is so similar to her voice! ... No, no, no!It won't be hers!She had already died in the flames of war... How could it be her?He gritted his teeth secretly, suppressed the turbulent thoughts in his heart, and quietly looked at Cao Zhi, Cao Pi, Cao Zhen and the other three in front of him. "Sima Yi? So you are Sima Yi?" Cao Zhi, Cao Pi, and Cao Zhen looked at each other for a while, with complicated expressions on their faces.It seems to be very unexpected, and it seems to be very pleasantly surprised, and there is also a hint of appreciation and admiration. Sima Yi was also at a loss, not understanding why their reactions were so weird. "Mr. Sima, I have admired you for a long time!" Cao Pi walked forward with his hands behind his back, walked around him, looked him up and down several times, and then said with a smile, "That guy Huan Fan blows you like Yan Hui!" Reincarnated——From my point of view, you are not a tall man with three heads and six arms! However, the appointment of you as a literary chief by your father can be said to be in line with your talent. You just commented on the strengths of poetry and literature, and you are indeed well-educated. Yuan! As expected of being from a famous Confucian family, Mr. Guan Ning’s high disciple—Pi has to obey today!” "Huan Fan? Brother Huan?" Sima Yi was startled, "You guys know him too?" "We not only know Mr. Huan Fan, but also very close!" Cao Zhi also said with a smile, "He often mentions you, Mr. Sima, to us brothers——Brother Huan is such a noble and arrogant person, and he also praises you I can’t stop talking, saying that you are "a man with great ambition, great talent, deep insight and wisdom, and a rare one"! Just now I heard Mr. Sima talk about literature and art, which shows that Mr. Sima is indeed a man of great knowledge. Zijian really admires Mr. Sima extreme." Cao Zhen also smiled and explained to Sima Yi: "Sima Jun—Huan Fan and our Cao family have always been fellow villagers in Pei County and old friends. In the past seven or eight years, our two children have often been friends and get along with each other...Brother Huan is indeed I highly praised you in front of my brothers. Seeing Sima Jun's literary talent today, I really deserve Brother Huan's praise!" Sima Yi felt a warmth in his heart, Huan Fan's handsome and serious face seemed to appear in front of his eyes, his eyes became wet and blurred: "How can I be worthy of Brother Huan's ridiculous praise?" "Mr. Sima, you deserve Huan Fan's praise. Just because of your tactful and understanding way of dealing with people, you are far better than him!" Cao Pi laughed, "In Pi's opinion, anyone who has Those with great talents are mostly those who rely on their talents and are arrogant; and Sima Jun, although you have great knowledge, you are different from ordinary rotten Confucian madmen. !" What he said was very meaningful.Although Huan Fan is a good friend from his hometown, Huan Fan has always been aloof and aloof, and he considers himself a teacher. As long as he catches some of his shortcomings, he will teach him a stern lecture without mercy-so, even though Cao Pi knows Huan Fan's talent Virtue is extremely worthy of admiration and study, but in the bottom of my heart, I can't like it anyway.However, the Sima Yi that Huan Fan strongly admired to him was really extraordinary.Although his reasoning and reasoning is that Guijiao has not disappeared, but he is modest and restrained, I don't know how many times more reasonable than Huan Fan!When he thought of this, his heart moved secretly. This Sima Yi is not only the younger brother of his father's former "big red man" Sima Lang, but also so talented, knowledgeable, polite and polite, so he is worthy of friendship.Immediately, he felt a little bit of solicitation and acceptance, but it was not easy to announce it immediately, and he just waited for the opportunity to make a move in the future. At this time, Cao Zhi was already opening his mouth to invite Sima Yi: "Mr. Sima, if you don't give up, Zhi and others respectfully invite you to come to Naya Room to discuss the way of the world's canons and literature." When Cao Pi heard this, he hurried forward and stretched out his hand to carry him: "Yes! Yes! Yes! I have heard for a long time that Sima Jun is knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and he knows the past, the present and the present. If I can talk and communicate with you, it will be the luck of my life!" Sima Yi smiled slightly, and Fang wanted to answer, he raised his eyes to look behind him, suddenly his expression changed, and he grabbed Cao Pi's hand, causing his body to slump down, and shouted loudly: "Young master, be careful! " Before the words were finished, Cao Pi only heard a sharp "whoosh" passing by his ears - when his heart was beating wildly, he saw the cold light "chih" sinking into it at a glance. On the left shoulder of Sima Yi in front of him, a bright red flower of blood splashed out immediately! While he was in a trance, Cao Zhen's energetic voice beside him made his eardrums ache: "Catch the assassin!..."