Chapter 24

Emperor... Uncle Huang!

As soon as the name was put out, it directly took a deep breath from the great Confucianism present, and the shocked scalp became numb.

The pure blood of Han clan is that they are half masters of their ministers. They should look at them with new eyes anyway.

Liu Yu, Liu Biao, Liu Yan and others are all Han clan relatives. Now they are even more princes!

With this layer of identity, many people look at Liu Hao with awe inspiring respect.

He is only a teenager now. He has such a great talent. In more than ten years, isn't he also a dragon among people!?

At that time, you may have to curry favor with him!

"I see. It's interesting."

Wang Yun's old eyes lit up and smiled out of reach. He looked at Liu Hao's eyes and became more and more interested.

Young people tend to be less determined. When they hear that high officials and high salaries are in front of them, it is difficult to control them.

Liu Hao is calm and comfortable, which shows that he doesn't pay attention to the governor of this state.

"This son, regardless of his background or ability, is by no means a thing in the pool. We should try our best to make friends with him!"

Wang yunyin thought.

As soon as the name of the Han clan came out, everyone knew it well. Let alone ask for an official for Liu Hao.

All the great scholars had to start drinking and talk about the countermeasures to dissuade Dong Zhuo from going to Beijing.

He finally had an eyebrow.

Taifu proposed that on the basis of introducing Dong Zhuo, several Town princes should be pulled as checks and balances.

Kong Rong, sitting in the corner, breathed a sigh and suddenly said, "it's rare for us to have this moment. State affairs are troublesome. Why don't we make some poems?"

Yang Biao nodded slightly and said, "Dong Zhuo will enter Beijing for at least a few months. It's useless to sit in this time and space, just as Lord Kong said."

Poetry, chanting and music are actually one of the hobbies of Confucian children.

Liu Hao can't feel the pleasure of these people shaking their heads

Compared with the songs of later generations, it is too dull and boring.

Several great Confucians commented on Ci Fu in the past, pushed cups for lamps, and praised each other, which was also their joy.

Suddenly, Zhonglang adult Wang Yun suddenly pointed to Liu Hao and said with a smile, "I almost forgot that Liu Hao was there. Nephew Liu Haoxian, your literary talent and martial arts are all the best choice. Why don't you come and write a song?"

Everyone agreed, but Cai Yong hesitated and said, "Liu Hao, if you have something, you might as well sing it out and comment on it for your adults. If not, you don't have to force it."

His apprentice usually didn't show much talent in poetry. The master was very considerate. He didn't want Liu Hao to make a fool of himself in front of all the famous scholars.

Yuan Kai said with a smile, "no, Liu Hao, can you still write Ci Fu?"

Between words, deep disbelief.

Kong Rong also coaxed: "brother Cai, Liu Hao has great intelligence and has a plan for a long time. Don't make us wait."

Liu Hao nodded to Cai Yong, indicating that there was no problem and fell into meditation.

At this time, Cai Fu was in the inner room.

A beautiful woman is listening.

She wore a flat collar skirt with a vertical collar and a slight movement of her body. The position of her clavicle was exposed under her slender neck.

Soft clothing silk material falls naturally like water, and the clothing material is like hanging on it.

This beautiful woman has just the right figure, her skin is snow-white, but her clavicle is particularly clear, or because she has no fat, her waist is thin and plain.

Coupled with an intellectual temperament, the appearance of listening carefully at the moment is even more exciting.

Listening to many great scholars coaxing Liu Hao to write poetry, she seemed a little nervous. Catkin grabbed the corner of her skirt and murmured, "younger martial brother doesn't like to write poetry like a scribe. What can I do now?"

I don't know whether it's the soul or how. In Liu Hao's meditation, a residual light from the corner of his eye fell on the curtain of the inner room, as if he saw the black cloud temples and pure face.

That kind of beauty and gentleness has reached the extreme, which is completely different from that of ordinary women.

"Yes..."

Liu Hao stood up. Everyone stopped their movements and was ready to listen to what kind of poetry Liu Hao could make.,,.