Back in the Dong Mansion, Wang Wei slept with his head covered as if he was nothing, and it was not until the next morning that he pretended to be nothing, continued to drink and sing with the military generals and civil officials in the camp, and resumed his PY life.

The entire Luoyang City seemed to be calm on the surface, but only Wang Wei knew what he had done last night.

He sent a poem to Liu Wei, the king of Hongnong......

……

Hongnong Wang Liu Bian, that is, the former Han Shao Emperor, is only fourteen years old today, in modern terms, this age is just a child, but in ancient times, fourteen or fifteen-year-old teenagers have been able to, and even inevitably, to start a family and become the pillar of the family.

However, we all know that the elite education is either an elite or a complete fool, and the old Liu family at the end of the Han Dynasty obviously did not pay much attention to the education of their children and grandchildren, which made Liu Wei a joke that will be passed down to future generations.

But this does not mean that Liu Wei is really useless.

At the very least, he inherited his father's romantic and talented rhyme, and he can be regarded as a little accomplished in poetry and songs.

The morning sun swayed down, illuminating the new day, just got up from the bed, dressed under the service of Concubine Tang, Liu Bian, who had just finished washing, just wanted to go out and bend, but keenly found that at the door of his door, there was a piece of gray bamboo slips.

"Aifei, what is that?"

Liu Wei opened his mouth, pointed to the bamboo slip at the door and asked Concubine Tang, but Concubine Tang just glanced at it, then frowned and shook her head.

"The concubine doesn't know."

"Go to the widow...... I'll take a look. ”

Concubine Tang took the order and left, she picked up the bamboo slips and handed them to Liu Bian, who took a look.

Yo, a poem?

Looking at the ugly words on the bamboo slips, Liu Wei wasted his strength to read the poem completely.

"Tender grass * smoke, ** double delphinium. Luoshui is a *, ** people are envious. Looking at the blue clouds from afar*, it is my old **. Who fights**, *****! ”

"Hiss......"

As soon as he finished reading the poem, Liu Wei suddenly gasped, he pointed to the strange "*" symbol on the poem, and asked Concubine Tang with a confused face.

"Aifei, do you know what this * means?"

Concubine Tang frowned and looked at it for a long time before she said blankly.

"This seems to be a remnant poem, Your Highness, who may have made a prank, Your Highness should not take it to heart."

After Concubine Tang finished speaking, she continued to comb Liu Bian's hair, only Liu Bian frowned while enjoying Concubine Tang's service, looking at the poems on the bamboo slips.

A vague thought appeared in Liu Bian's heart.

It seems like it's supposed to be mine, so let's complete it.

Well, that's it.

Thinking like this, Liu Wei looked at the bamboo slip again.

Another thought crossed my mind.

This word is really ugly......

……

For three days, there was no news from Liu Wei.

But Wang Wei has no urgency - even if the mission time has passed for more than a month.

Thinking of the task time, Wang Wei couldn't help but feel bitter in his heart.

Using Liu Wei's poems to trap Liu Wei, to be honest, this plan is a bit rough in Wang Wei's opinion, because on the whole, the chance of success of this plan is only about 50%, but considering a very realistic factor, Wang Wei really can't help but do it.

He simply didn't have enough time.

When entering the world of the plot, it was the end of August of the lunar calendar in 189 AD, and Liu Wei died in March of the following year, and there was a difference of more than half a year between the two, but Wang Wei's mission time was only two months.

These two months are naturally more than enough to complete the main quest, and it is not difficult to get a high evaluation in Wang Wei's opinion, after all, the difficulty of this mission is not great, but if you want to get more benefits - for example, rescue Liu Wei and get the professional skills of Huangfu Song, Wang Wei must speed up the progress of the plot, even if this move is likely to have a certain degree of impact on the future development of the plot.

It wasn't until another two weeks later, when Wang Wei felt that Plan A had failed and wanted to start Plan B, that a surprise finally came.

"The tender grass is green and smokey, and there are two flying swallows. Luoshui is green, and strangers are envious. Looking at the blue clouds in the distance, it is my old palace. Who is loyal and righteous, and vents the grievances in my heart! ”

"Lord, this is the grievance poem of Liu Bianti, the king of Hongnong, do you see it?"

In the living room, Li Ru was holding a bamboo slip and said to Dong Zhuo, while Dong Zhuo took the bamboo slip with one hand, and after reading it carefully, the corners of his mouth provoked a sneer.

"Little cub Lao Tzu is already kind and virtuous to you for leaving you alive, and you still dare to complain about poetry? What is it called? Ah, what's it called? ”

Dong Zhuo deliberately babbled, and Lu Bu in the rear had a black question mark on his face, as if he didn't understand why this matter caused his father so much resentment, but Wang Wei stepped forward and whispered in Dong Zhuo's ear.

"Repay virtue with resentment, this is repaying virtue with resentment!"

"That's right, this is to repay virtue with resentment!"

Saying this, Dong Zhuo threw the bamboo slip on the ground, and trampled the bamboo slip to smash it with three feet and two feet, until he finished cleaning up the obstructive things, Dong Zhuo let out a long breath.

"If you are unkind, don't blame me for being unjust!"

"Wenyou, go to Yong'an Hall and give wine to King Hongnong!"

"Yes!"

Li Ru just wanted to retreat, but Wang Wei in the rear suddenly stepped forward.

"My lord, there is something to ask for below."

Hearing Wang Wei speak, Dong Zhuo suddenly raised his eyebrows, and his raised eyebrows stiffened the atmosphere of the entire hall.

Li Ru, who was about to leave below, also stopped, he glanced at Wang Wei vigorously, but saw Wang Wei speak slowly.

"Once in Beibi Mountain, I gave King Hongnong a ride, and now that the princess has made up her mind, I think it is better to send King Hongnong on the last journey, and I hope that Dong Gong will agree."

As soon as the words fell, Wang Wei could even feel that the atmosphere in the hall had eased a lot in an instant, Dong Zhuo squinted at Wang Wei, and finally, he nodded.

"General Wang has a heart, since this is the case, then General Wang will go with Wen You."

Seeing Dong Zhuo's agreement, Wang Weifang was really relieved.

……

Out of the gate of the Dong Mansion, Wang Wei and Li Ru rushed to the palace together, halfway through, Li Ru looked at Wang Wei's "loyal" face, and couldn't help sighing.

"Wang Wei, Wang Wei, why are you bothering to wade into this troubled water?"

Hearing this, Wang Wei smiled and pretended to be stupid.

"What muddy waters?"

"Do you still not understand?"

Faced with Wang Wei's pretending to be stupid, Li Ru shook his head with a wry smile.

"Complaining about poetry or something, it's just a reason...... Dong Gong's abolition of Liu Wei is not in line with the etiquette and law, Liu Wei is alive, and it is very likely that someone will hold high the banner in his name and oppose Dong Gong. Dong Gong has been killing Liu Wei for a long time, and in this situation, Liu Wei is bound to die, you are good, for the sake of a dead man, even if it is just a trivial matter to send him on his last journey, but Dong Gong ...... Hey, Dong Gong doesn't have the capacity to tolerate people. ”

Li Ru said this really from the heart, Wang Wei listened to it, but for the first time, he thanked Li Ru, he solemnly bowed his hand, and muttered softly.

"Without Liu Wei, there is Liu Gao, Liu Low...... There are a lot of relatives in this world who can be linked to the royal family...... As long as you have a heart, this name or something is just a reason. ”

These words made Li Ru's breath stagnate, he thought for a moment, looked up to the sky and sighed, and did not mention this topic again.