Cao Cao's army defeated Jiangdong's army at Chibi. On that day, the river was full of floating corpses, wrecked boats and broken trees.
When everything was over, Cao Cao stood in the dilapidated Jiangdong camp, panting, holding his sword to the top of the sky, the blood on the blade still remained.
He stood upright and said in a trembling voice, "Fuck it."
Staring at the sky for a long time, there was no reply. The hand was slowly released, the long sword fell to the ground, and there was a clang. Cao Cao's footsteps moved slightly, he turned around, looked at the surging river in a daze, and knelt down.
"Sir, fuck you win..."
Zhou Yu was not killed in battle, he led the defeated army back and retreated to Danyang. And Liu Bei retreated to the south.
"Pear Blossom Stuffed, Pear Blossom Stuffed."
The spring breeze blew across the south bank of the river, and on the small road by the river, the wine shops on the side of the road were selling pear blossom wine again. A figure came from the path. He was carrying a wine jug and swayed as he walked on the path. He looked as if he was 80% drunk.
Until he heard the sound of pear flower brewing on the side of the road, he turned his eyes sideways.
"Boss, two jugs of wine." The young man smelled of alcohol and put some copper coins on the wine shop.
Naturally, the restaurant didn't care whether the guests who came were drunk or not, they just put two jugs of pear wine and handed them to the young man.
The young man walked towards the river with the wine. There was a pavilion by the river. He dragged himself into the pavilion and leaned against the railing.
Opening the jug, he raised his head, saluted Tian Di You You, and saluted Da Lang Dong.
Finally, he slowly raised the flagon to face Jiang Xin.
"This pot, Brother Jingxian."
The jug tilted, and all the wine in the jug was poured into the river under the pavilion.
When the young man came out of the pavilion, he carried the remaining jug of wine in his hand, swayed away, and sang a short poem.
"the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero.
Right and wrong success or failure turned around empty.
Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns.
White-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the river, used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.
A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet.
How many things in ancient and modern times are all in the jokes, all in the jokes. "
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In the second year, Cao Cao went south again, completely broke through Jiangdong, took down the six counties of Jiangdong, and led his army back to Xuchang.
An empty courtyard in Xuchang was quiet and silent. There was an old tree planted in the courtyard, and a woman in filial piety was sitting under the old tree.
The night is silent, the quiet moonlight shines through the branches and shines on the white clothes of the woman under the tree, and the evening wind blows the branches of the old tree.
The person under the tree is sitting by the trunk, looking at the galaxy in the sky, holding a fallen leaf in his hand.
That year, she asked Master about it.
"Master, Dad said that in troubled times, you will leave, one day, will you leave too?"
At that time, Master replied to her: "No, Master will always be with you."
"Shusha." The evening wind blew off a few leaves, and the woman said softly in the deserted yard.
"Master, you lied to me."
Two years later, Cao Cao ordered Guo Jia and Xiahou Dun to lead the army to capture Yizhou, and then went straight to Jiaozhou to unify the south.
Ma Teng of Liangzhou had no intention of fighting, so he sent his sons to Xuchang to show his intention to surrender.
At this time, the world gradually entered the right track, the court held a large amount of land and financial resources, and the power of the aristocratic family was controlled, but they were not wiped out, but always maintained a balance with the court. If the aristocratic family cannot be controlled, it will become a serious problem, but if it can be controlled, their existence can actually promote the development of national power.
In front of a compound, a middle-aged man came out with a calm demeanor, and his former youthful spirit had already been concealed a lot.
Now that Guo Jia has reached the position of Liuqing, it is naturally impossible for him to be the same as before, even if he puts on a show, he must put on a stable and dignified demeanor.
He stood at the door for a while, and asked the guard by the door: "Today, is there any letter?"
After the guard saluted, he shook his head: "No."
When he first came, he would be taken aback by the question, but now he is no longer surprised.
Every once in a while, Sima will ask him, it seems that Sima has been waiting for a letter all these years.
When Guo Jia heard the guard's answer, he nodded as expected, and walked back to the mansion.
"Feng Xiao, if one day I'm gone, how about you help me with the things I haven't finished?"
Walking in the yard, Guo Jia remembered what she had said to him again, shook his head and smiled wryly.
"Sir, you are hurting Kujia."
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After that, Cao Cao invaded the Western Regions and established the Changshi Mansion of the Western Regions. The system of enfeoffment was abolished, and the country was divided into states and counties.
At the same time, academies were opened in various places, which were divided into township schools, county schools, county schools, and state schools, and the examination system.
Those who are excellent in rural studies can enter county studies, those who are excellent in county studies can enter county studies, and so on.
In the end, those who are excellent in state studies can enter the national studies on the side of Xuchang, and those who are excellent in national studies can be judged and become officials. The name of this Academy of Chinese Studies is called Baijia.
There are countless sculptures in the academy, all of which are celebrities from hundreds of schools, and one of them stands in front of the academy.
The statue is not a member of any family, but a scribe carrying a bookcase, holding a cane in his hand, and wearing a bamboo hat on his head, named Mr. Baijia.
Most of the books in Gu Nan's bookcase are used in the teaching of the academy, and the signatures on the books are only one or two words called Baijia.
Almost every student who has been admitted to Guoxue will kneel down and kowtow three times to the sculpture standing at the door in front of the school.
Zhuge Liang later lived in seclusion, but where did he live
Of course it was still in that cottage in Nanyang.
The flower trees in the yard bloom year after year. When they bloom every year, the white flowers will be scattered in the yard, blowing with the wind, which is really beautiful.
It was another year when the flowers and trees were in full bloom. Zhuge Liang sat under the eaves, watching the flowers and trees blooming one after another, smiled and asked himself.
"Master Gu, did Liang make a mistake, too many mistakes?"
He never left Nanyang again, he just wrote all his lifelong learning in his thatched hut.
Every time he writes a book that he thinks can be read by others, he will send Xiao Jun to the Hundred Schools Academy in Xuchang without signing it.
Postscript: During the Wei Dynasty, the predecessors of a hundred schools collected all the books of a hundred schools of thought and passed them on to the world. After that, all dynasties and dynasties, the world's scholars, all claim to be disciples of hundreds of schools.
A tall building was built beside the city wall of Xuchang. One day, Cao Cao stepped onto the tall building.
At this time, he was already an old man with full hair.
Holding on to the railing, he stood on a tall building, looking at the splendor of the country and every place he could see.
"Mr. Gu, have you seen that the mountains and rivers are picturesque, so it can be called a peaceful world?"
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On the riverside beside the Red Cliff, a person was pushed ashore by the tide, and then, a black sword without a grid was also swept up by the river.
With her eyes closed, Gu Nan seemed to feel a palm pat on her face, and a voice sighed and said.
"It's time to wake up."
She slowly opened her eyes, she was lying on the bank of the river, Wuge was lying beside her.
Only the cold river water slapped her face, as if the voice just now was just an illusion.
She sat up and sat by the river blankly.
after a long time.
A fishing boat rowed slowly from the river, and an old man stood on it.
The old man was also taken aback when he saw Gu Nan, as if wondering why this young man was sitting here.
Gu Nan opened his mouth and didn't speak for a long time, so he could only ask in a jerky voice on the shore.
"Boater, do you know what dynasty and generation it is at this time?"
Although the old boatman couldn't understand why the people on the shore asked such a question, he still answered while rowing away.
"Wei."