Chapter 325 An old friend comes in the blacksmith alley

The first sight of a beautiful city is full of beauty.

The beauty outside the door is looked upon by the king inside.

Whispering about life, suddenly weeping and sighing, clear tears blowing away the confusion in the heart.

You are willing to show mercy and relieve suffering.

He gently untied his shirt and called out sweetly.

He boasts about his rough and arrogant methods, and the smoke and rain disappears in an instant.

Dear readers, in ancient times, Cao Zijian wrote a seven-step poem, which was a good talk. Nowadays, there is a child Privy Council who is not inferior to the ancients. He listens to the corner, improvises lyrics, and sends "Butterfly Lianhua", which is about the first meeting between Fan Mei and the official Zhao Ji.

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However, when they first met, the beauty had a flower-like appearance, which instantly illuminated the hearts of the officials. The officials immediately became excited and wanted to have sex, but the beauty was determined to catch him, shaking his head and saying: "The quality of Puliu,

Even though I want to serve you like a broken flower, I can't bear the kindness."

Then he recounted how he had been regarded as a cash cow by his father since he was a child, and how he was bullied by Tian Hu. When he talked about his sadness, he burst into tears: "Your Majesty, if it weren't for that short general Wu Jiedu who was so ashamed of himself, he would have sacrificed his slaves to Your Majesty.

, It is better to die of humiliation than to fall into the hands of the rebel army in the color of a slave."

In Zhao Ji's life, how could he know about the sufferings of the people? He only felt that he had never seen such a beautiful girl, nor had he seen such a pitiful person. Now these two have never been seen together in one person, with the heart of an artist.

I couldn't help but beat loudly, and told the owner with all my strength: Xiaoji, you are in love!

Zhao Ji's first thought when he was in love was to be grateful: grateful to the so-called low Jiedu! If it hadn't been for him, this woman would have fallen into the hands of those rude people. Just thinking about that experience made him feel doubly irritated.

So Zhao Ji swore as a man on the spot, saying don't worry, your suffering is over, you will be my woman from now on, don't worry, I will never dislike you, and I will never let you suffer any further grievances!

Fan Meiren suddenly showed an excited expression of "disbelief and tears of gratitude". That kind of admiration and love "from the heart" made Zhao Ji unable to hold back. He immediately started to untie Luo Shirt in two or two strokes, and suddenly stopped.

Full of pity, she warned Fan Meiren: "I am big and fierce, please bear with me."

After saying that, he used all his skills. Fan Meiren is also a natural beauty. Although she didn't feel anything, she immediately twisted her face into a pained expression and shouted: "Oh, it's so big, it hurts me."

Just after saying these eight words, the officials were already gasping for air, and the rain dispersed and the clouds closed up. Fan Meiren was astonished, and immediately relaxed her body, assuming a limp posture of being overwhelmed, with a blank look on her face, and murmured: "Oh,

Is the slave family dead?"

"Don't be afraid of beauties, this is what makes you want to die!" After Zhao Ji said this, he raised his head and laughed, his smile full of confidence and pride.

Outside the house, Tong Shumi looked at the incense in his hand and burned only half of the incense stick. He curled his lips with a hint of disdain, then stepped on the incense, put on a smile on his face, and called softly: "Guan family, Guan family,

Do you need water?"

The official responded lazily: "Hmm."

Tong Guan waved his hand, and several charming maids filed in, holding gold basins and silver bowls filled with warm water.

While the official was waiting on others, he looked at Fan Meiren and said affectionately: "I want to take Fan back to the palace."

Tong Guan and Fan Meiren were both shocked. Tong Guan said quickly: "Your Majesty, Fan Meiren has no foundation and has entered the harem rashly. I'm afraid she will be jealous. It's better to stay and serve in the old slave's house for the past year."

After half a year, everyone has forgotten about Tian Hu, so it won’t be too late to change her name and send her to the palace.”

The official frowned, thought for a moment, and sighed: "You are also mature and prudent. That's all. Let's keep this matter indifferent, recruit Wu Zhi to come to Beijing, and let Fan recognize him as his brother.

He will present his sister to me, and then I will make him the prefect of Qingzhou, which will also be regarded as repaying this man's kindness for my beauty."

Fan Meiren was not a pure and virtuous woman to begin with. In Tian Hu's harem, she had seen too many tragedies of intrigues and mutual crushing, let alone this serious palace? She was dedicated to the emperor by Cao Cao and Tong Guan's family. They were congenitally allies. Wen

Yan immediately took Zhao Ji's slender palm, his eyes were full of gratitude, and he said delicately: "The Holy Lord is so considerate of the slave, and the slave will never be able to repay you in this life. How can this be a good thing?"

When Zhao Ji saw her charming appearance, his breathing suddenly became rapid. He hugged her and said, "I'm just about to ask you to repay her in full - just get off here!"

Tong Guan waved his hand and led all the servants to file out with their heads lowered. Fan Meiren could only be heard giggling. After only seven or eight laughs, she suddenly shouted: "The slave family is dead."

Tong Guan secretly exclaimed, this beauty is really extraordinary, she deserves all the favors you receive! With a wave of his hand, he led everyone who had not yet gone out to come back to scrub the emperor.

Not to mention that this official family used Tongguan Mansion as a separate courtyard from then on, and went there every three days. Cai Jing and other traitorous ministers were so worried that their hair fell out. It was just that Cao Cao left Tongguan Mansion and asked Lu Junyi and Bian Xiang to return to the camp first and take them with him.

The second brother Wu Song and Shi Qian went straight to Blacksmith Alley.

After not seeing each other for more than a year, the situation in the blacksmithing alley remains intact. In the shops on both sides, the blacksmiths ignore the growing cold autumn wind and just dance with their bare backs, lighting up the blazing fire, using big hammers and small hammers.

Cao Cao and the other three walked straight to the Jianqi Chongxiao Hall. They recognized the shopkeeper and asked happily, "Has the guest from Yanggu come to buy swords again?" Cao Cao smiled and said, "This time, we made a special trip to visit Mr. Xiahou."

The waiter led him to the backyard, where he saw only a few pots of yellow flowers rustling in the wind, a red maple that looked like fire and clouds, and a young man holding a big knife, dancing until his face turned red.

Cao Cao smiled and said: "It's wonderful, but with a little embellishment, you can see that the autumn atmosphere is strong. Mr. Xiahou really has a wonderful talent."

The young man turned around and looked overjoyed: "Oh, Brother Wu, Brother Shi Qian, have you returned victorious?"

This young man was naturally Wang Zuo. Shi Qian had gone to help him when Cao Cao called him. Shi Qian booked a room for him in the inn and left a lot of money. Therefore, he had no worries about his livelihood and came to Xiahou Hu every day to learn literature and practice martial arts.

Cao Cao touched his head and said, "I haven't seen you for a few months, and my sword skills have become much more proficient. It shows that I have put in some effort. Where is Mr. Xia Hou?"

Wang Zuo smiled and said: "Master is studying in the study, I will call him."

It turned out that Xia Houhu heard that Wang Zuo had made friends with Wu Mengde, who had obtained his family sword. He was so lucky that he officially accepted Wang Zuo as his disciple.

Wang Zuo ran out two steps, Xia Houhu heard the movement and came out of the study. When he saw Cao Cao, he bowed to Cao Cao from afar and said with a smile: "An old friend comes back to express my condolences to Qiu Si. How are you two martial brothers?"

Cao Cao and Wu Song returned the gift. Cao Cao smiled and said: "Since we said goodbye last year, Wu has been busy with many things. This year, by chance, he joined the army with Tong Guan and conquered Wang Qing and Tian Hu successively. By luck, he succeeded and was granted a title.

I have the official position of Jiedu Envoy. I visited Sir today and will return to Qingzhou to take up his post."

After hearing the congratulations, Xia Houhu invited the three of them to sit down in the flower hall. Cao Cao winked, and Shi Qian smiled and said, "You go and talk, while little brother Wang Zuo and I play outside."

When the servants poured tea, Xia Houhu coughed twice, looked at Cao Cao and said: "It is said that a scholar can know the world's affairs if he doesn't go out. This is actually a big fallacy. Brother Wu's travels all over the country are really eye-opening. My younger brother is surprised.

I want to ask Wang Qing, after Tian Hu's rebellion, how are the livelihoods of his people compared to before?"

Cao Cao sighed: "Extreme levies, extortion, and military brutality, what else can we do?"

Xia Houhu's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth and said, "In that case, they are all the same raccoon dog. It would be better to destroy him."

Cao Cao smiled and said: "So, if the rebels can love and protect the people, would you like to speak for them?"

Xia Houhu smiled frankly: "Brother is the master of Yitian Sword, so I don't want to hide it. I think about it, in this world, people are not born with the surname Zhao. The Zhao family can take the inheritance from the Chai family, why can't others?

His only goal is to make people's livelihood worry-free, and he is the God of this world."

As he spoke, he was suddenly startled and looked at Cao Cao's waist: "Hey, Brother Wu, why don't you bring your Yitian Sword? Could it be that it was not damaged on the battlefield?"

Cao Cao waved his hand, pointed at Wu Song and said: "My second brother has accepted a disciple, named Qiongying..." Then he told Qiongying's life experience and deeds, and then said: "Since she is my second brother's first disciple,

I also like her heroic spirit, so I gave her the sword as a gift."

Xia Houhu was greatly surprised when he heard this, and sighed: "If anyone in the world gets a sword like that, they will definitely treasure it and love it deeply. What's more, it is even more rare that the sword will recognize you as its master. Unexpectedly, it is willing to give it away."

Cao Cao smiled and said: "My dear brother, it's not that the sword recognizes me as its master, but that I am its master."

Xia Houhu was stunned after hearing this, not knowing where to start. Cao Cao didn't say much. He stood up, looked around, picked up the clothes hanger in the corner of the room, used it as a long knife, and said with a smile: "Brother, look carefully!

"After that, he practiced Xia Houyuan's sword skills from beginning to end, one sword at a time.

Xia Houhu was stunned. This was his family's sword technique. How could he not recognize it?

And if Cao Cao learned it after watching Wang Zuo practice swordsmanship, the swordsmanship that Cao Cao performed just now was only 80% similar to the one he passed on to Wang Zuo, and the other 20% were completely different. But in Xiahouhu's view, Cao Cao was

The performance should be the original appearance of this sword technique.

Cao Cao gently put down the clothes hanger and sighed: "Things have changed over the past thousand years, and it is not easy for your swordsmanship to be passed down for most of it."

Xia Houhu said blankly: "Actually, that's not the case. It's just that my father passed away early and gave birth to only one younger brother. He was born with a weak body and was sick since he was a child. He couldn't practice martial arts, so he never learned this sword skill.

So I passed it on to Wang Zuo, firstly because he was smart and self-reliant, and secondly because I was afraid that if I died young, my secret knowledge would be lost... Hey! Could it be that Brother Wu actually recognized my father?"

Apart from this reason, he couldn't think of any other reason why Cao Cao actually knew the ancestral sword technique better than he did.

Cao Cao shook his head and smiled: "I don't recognize you, but if you say your ancestor Xia Hou is a talented person, I am very familiar with you."

Xia Houhu was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then a trace of anger emerged on his face, and he said angrily: "Brother Wu, although I respect you, I can't let you make fun of your ancestors."

Seeing that he was angry, Wu Song said: "Brothers Xiahou, please don't be angry. Are we such frivolous people? Why do you think we are the only ones here to see you? I just want to tell you a strange thing. My brother Wu

Zhi, it is Cao Mengde who was reincarnated in the past. He is the same as Lingzu and is a brother. Otherwise, why do you think Yitian Sword sounded when he met him?"

After Xia Houhu heard this, he felt it was unbelievable. However, looking at Cao Cao and Wu Song, they were both majestic and heroic men, and they didn't look like they were lying.

Cao Cao said: "These things are so vague and insignificant that I would not believe them if I had not experienced them myself. But two or three years ago, I was persecuted by others and saw that my life was in danger. Suddenly I remembered everything about my previous life. It felt like

After living a good life, my life is about to end. Who would have thought that as soon as I opened my eyes, I would already have this body, and then I asked carefully, haha, I closed my eyes and opened them, and it was a thousand years."

Xia Houhu was stunned when he heard this. He suddenly remembered that he had first met him last year and learned that he was a descendant of Xia Houyuan. Cao Cao immediately asked, "There are many descendants of Yuan, which branch are you from?" He said that he was a descendant of Xia Houhui, and Cao Cao said casually.

"Xia Houhui is a rare but talented person with extraordinary writing skills. It turns out that this sword fell into your house."

At that time, I felt that his speech was a bit strange. Now that I think about it, isn't it exactly the tone of Cao Cao himself?

Seeing that he was dazed, Cao Cao smiled slightly, sat down, and slowly told the whole story of his relationship with Xia Houyuan, as well as Xiahou Yuan's character, life events, and family circumstances. Many of these things have not been heard in the annals of history, not even among the Xiahou family.

It's not mentioned, but when you hear it, it makes sense, and it's obvious that it can't be made up.

After hearing the last word, Xia Houhu was finally convinced. He let out a long sigh, stood up and prostrated on the ground: "It is indeed Emperor Wu of Wei in person. The villain Xia Houhu is here to pay his respects to His Majesty."

Cao Cao sighed: "I have never been emperor, so how can I become Emperor Wu of Wei? Moreover, the past life is the past life, and this life is this life. Although all the past lives are still in the present, after all, things have changed and people have changed. Don't think that I am some kind of ancestor.

I am just Wu Zhi of Yanggu County. Since you called me brother before, we will treat each other as brothers in this life."
To be continued...