After entering the palace, Lu Bu came to the outside of the Jade Hall.

He came late, and most of the courtiers were already seated in the hall.

Lu Bu walked through the door of the hall, from entering the hall to taking his seat, there were only a handful of people who took the initiative to get up and greet him.

Geng Ren died, and the Geng family counted all the accounts on Lu Bu's head. even released cruel words, whoever dares to stand on Lu Bu's side is against his Geng family.

The Geng family is extremely powerful in Guanzhong, and few people are willing to offend.

Lu Bu saw everything in his eyes, his expression did not change much, he just walked to his seat and sat down peacefully.

When the Son of Heaven arrived, the ministers and officials in the palace stood up and saluted.

Liu Xie wore a dark black dress robe, tied his waist with a jade belt, and with the support of two close attendants, he walked into the hall, and after sitting down on the imperial throne that belonged to him in the palace, he raised his palms and said: "Zhuqing is exempt." ”

Only then did Baiguan get up and sit back in his position.

Maybe it's because I've seen it for a long time, but in Lu Bu's eyes, Liu Xie, who is sitting on the throne, doesn't look like a qualified emperor, but more like a slightly mature child.

Unlike his father Liu Hong, he has a perverse temperament and spends his days drinking and doing mischief. But once he got angry, the substantial imperial momentum made Lu Bu a little uncomfortable.

When the Son of Heaven arrives, the banquet is officially begins.

The beautiful palace maids came slowly with delicious food and wine, with a refreshing fragrance.

The graceful singer danced in the hall with the sound of silk and bamboo, graceful dancing, light and slender hands, saw many officials move their index fingers, took a big sip of wine on the table, moistened the dry throat, fascinated and relished.

Lu Bu's mind was not here, he was thinking that after the New Year, he would go to take Hanzhong and slowly expand to the right wing. Now that Xiliang has been decided, there are basically no worries, and there is Dong Zhuo in the east to block him, so he doesn't need to worry about it.

After three rounds of drinking, the ministers all drank to their heart's content, and some of them had a shallow amount of alcohol and began to talk nonsense.

If Liu Hong was still there, they would definitely not dare to make such a gaffe. And now it's different, maybe in their hearts, there is a little bit of it, and they regard the Son of Heaven as a doll who does nothing more.

During this period, there were very few people who asked Lu Bu to drink, and Lu Bu was too lazy to offer hospitality.

I don't know who came up with the idea of composing poetry.

This opinion was agreed by most people, and they all echoed it, all of them wanted to reveal their literary background in front of the Son of Heaven and his colleagues, so as to make the Son of Heaven happy and look at himself more.

Therefore, what everyone did was nothing more than singing about the Son of Heaven and Shengming, the Han Dynasty was strong, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment.

Lu Bu didn't go to get involved, but someone always came to the door.

The servant Wei Li came to Lu Bu with a very smile on his face: "I have heard that Wenhou is brave and brave in the world, but I don't know if I can do poetry?" ”

"Mrs. Wei, how can you underestimate Wen Hou like this, how can you stump Wen Hou with just poetry?" Without waiting for Lu Bu to answer, another official took over the topic, not giving Lu Bu the slightest chance to shirk, and raised his voice to call out to everyone: "Everyone, you are right!" ”

When the ministers present heard this, they were stunned for a moment at first, and then they all reacted.

As the saying goes, dogs can't spit ivory out of their mouths.

Wei Li and Zu Hao's move was tantamount to pinching Lu Bu's weakness, and it was clear that they wanted to embarrass him and make a fool of him in public.

Since the ministers did not choose to stand on the side of Lu Bu, they naturally followed suit: "That's right, yes, please ask Wen Hou to make a song, let me wait to learn and learn." ”

Lu Bu saw the ugly faces of these officials in his eyes, and it was really as the joke said, but they were just clowns jumping off the beams.

Those who did not follow the heckling chose to wait and see, and there were about fifteen or sixteen people.

These are the guys you should watch out for!

Lu Bu has an extra heart in his heart, and there is an old saying that is good: The dog that bites does not bark, and the dog that barks is difficult to hurt.

"Since you want to hear it, then Ben Hou will make a song!"

Lu Bu said proudly, got up from his position, drank three glasses of spirits in succession, and then walked to the hall with a wine cup, pacing with five or six points of drunkenness.

He considered himself a rough martial artist, and he did not have such elegant customs and hobbies in his bones. However, when he saw the officials reciting poems just now, there was also a very strong feeling in his heart that he wanted to express.

Anyway, barefoot is not afraid to wear shoes, even if you don't do well, you are not afraid of being embarrassed.

It's just that...... How do you begin?

Lu Bu was a little melancholy, so he simply took a sip of wine and closed his eyes to find some inspiration.

At this time, the situation when he was separated from the little bell suddenly came to his mind, and he unconsciously read: "When I go, my children are sad." ”

When the officials heard this, they all disliked it. Today is a festive day for the Son of Heaven to hold a feast, how can it be the beginning of such a mourning.

Lu Bu didn't care, he took two steps under his feet, and the scene of the triumph after the bloody battle against Yanmen Pass and the Xianbei people was driven away, and the scene when the people welcomed him.

"Return, Hu Jijing."

When Lu Bu read the second sentence, the officials who knew poetry began to ponder, and the two sentences were connected together, which had some artistic conception. It successfully outlines the sadness of leaving, and the joy of the people when they return.

Lu Bu closed his eyes, looking back on the past in his mind.

Suddenly, he remembered the dream self in Nanyang back then, a ridiculously strong but conceited guy.

In the next two sentences, he blurted out: "By asking passers-by, why is Huo going to be sick?" ”

The confident and majestic momentum suddenly erupted from Lu Bu's body, and everyone in the hall was affected by it, and they all stood stunned on the spot, shocked in their hearts, and couldn't speak for a long time.

The poem begins with a sad scene, and then rises to the top. The last two sentences are even more arrogant, and people can't help but give birth to a kind of ambition and fighting spirit of 'my generation should be like this'.

"Good!"

Many courtiers couldn't help but shout, expressing their appreciation and affirmation of Lu Bu.

Wei Li, who came back to his senses, gritted his teeth with resentment, and wanted to humiliate Lu Bu with this, but he didn't expect this reckless man to be able to make such a poem and be in the limelight!

won a full house, which Lu Bu could not have imagined.

The banquet dispersed, and they went home.

Boom~

Lu Bu leaned against the pillar at the door and knocked on the door hard.

Crunch~

The door opened, revealing a handsome white fox face.

It was not the usual servant who opened the door, but Guo Jia, who happened to be idle in the courtyard.

Lu Bu shook his head, thinking that he was hallucinating. When he saw that the person in front of him was indeed Guo Jia, he took out a gourd from his arms and threw it away.

Then without saying anything, he staggered towards the lobby with the smell of alcohol.

Guo Jia unscrewed the gourd, and a strong aroma of wine came to his face, making his throat move.

This guy actually stole the sake and came out!

Guo Jia was surprised in his heart, and there was a touch of complexity in his good-looking peach blossom eyes.

He looked back, and the swaying back, somehow, was a little pleasing to the eye.