For a Prosperous World

"Sir, please later."

The guard led a middle-aged scribe into the courtyard.

Turning around and giving a gift to the scribe, the guard went to report.

The scribe nodded and stayed in place, stood for a while, and looked around.

He looks different from those who usually come to visit the house.

No humility or pretentiousness.

If the people of the North Sea, most of them should know this literati, that is, the North Sea phase Kong Rong.

Standing in the yard, the appearance of Kong Rong's face was not very good at this time, some of them were yellow and yellow, his eye bags were prominent, and his eyes were slightly black. A tired look, it could be seen that it might be a whole night without sleep.

Did not sleep.

When he went to the school yesterday, a Mr. Baiyi commissioned him to give him a book. That book, called the "Book of Music", was one of the six classics of Confucianism, but it was lost in the early years and it has never been known.

When he got the book for the first time, he stood for a long time in dismay, and when he came to his senses, the school was already clean, and he hurried back to the colonel to check it.

Throughout the evening, the book was compared with the mere phrases of the "Book of Music" mentioned in other books.

I read the contents of the previous part of the book several times, if there is no accident, then the book should be true.

After making sure, he didn't read down, but held the book all night.

He didn't dare to let it go, and he didn't dare to turn it. The lost orphan returned to his hand so suddenly. How dare he let it go. If it was broken, how could he tell his ancestors?

Even now he still thinks it is the same as the dream. If he had not come to see Cao Cao today, he would not even have left the house.

Reaching out and touching in his arms, the book was still there, and Kong Rong was relieved.

After returning home, he would have to transcribe the orphan first without sleep.

After making a decision, Kong Rong remembered something and put down his hands.

There is also to find that Mr. White, thank you in person.

But just thanks is enough? Such great gratitude is beyond reproach.

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"Ah, it's almost noon. Why do you say Mr. Gu hasn't come yet?"

"Yeah, it should be at this time of the week."

There was a voice of a maid talking outside the yard.

Kong Rong only returned to God. He is now at Cao's House.

"Hehe, do you think that Mr. Gu has slept again? The son often said that."

"Mr. is not a lazy person like that. There must be something to delay."

"I think so."

The voice of the maids was getting lighter and softer. They should have gone away. What they were talking about was not understood by Kong Rong.

Who does Mr. Gu do not know?

But this time is not the time to think about who that person is.

Kong Rong's expression focused, his brows frowned slightly, with some anxiety in his eyes.

This is not the first time he has come to see Cao Cao, who has been here several times since Cao Cao entered Beihai.

Cao Cao has been stationed in Beihai since he entered Qingzhou. First of all, this is where he first entered the army, and secondly, to prepare for training the Ministry of Water.

Speaking of Confucian students, most people will feel that Confucian students are rigid. Of course, there are exceptions. But Kong Rong is not an exception, or he can be said to be a particularly rigid Confucian student.

Some of the good ones are just right, and some of the bad ones are just unclear.

Just as in his eyes, all the princes who are not Liu's are not unified. Although Cao Cao has no unscrupulous actions at present, he has also been courageously praised in the battle of Dong Zhuo.

But at this time, how many people can lead the army to separate people?

Kong Rong was still wary of Cao Cao. He always believed that Qingzhou should be put in the hands of Liu's people.

Therefore, his eyes were full of anxiety. Now Cao Cao has received countless yellow scarves from Qingzhou and is stationed in various places in Qingzhou. In the chaos, there was turmoil. He could not think of any way to protect Qingzhou.

"Mr. Kong, the general invites the adult to narrate." The guard who had gone in before went out and saluted the hole.

"Okay." Kong Rong gave a sound and lifted his feet toward the hall.

Just let it be outspoken, it's just a life.

There are also people in Confucianism who are informed and rational, and there are also people who are not called Confucianism.

Unfortunately, Kong Rong is not such a person. He is a particularly stubborn one. Such people are generally not well received.

(Historically, Kong Rong was killed by Cao Cao for filial piety, but whether he is filial or not is a matter of opinion. He is a good man and a hypocrite. I can only say that I do n’t know. After all, there are too many The determining factor is inside.

However, when Kong Rong served as the minister of the North Sea, he opened a school to teach the people and set up a city to defend the yellow turban, and to bury people who had no future or to travel. However, there are often defeats and fierce words, because political opinions are in conflict with Cao Cao. These are relatively well-recognized records that you can refer to.

In short, there are too many hearsay and rumored records in the information and statements found. It is difficult to distinguish even the most basic good and evil under the words of people. )

Footsteps on the wooden board in the hall, making a slightly dull empty sound,

The left and right sides of the hall were thrown back, with a table in the middle, and Cao Cao was sitting at the table and pouring tea. Seeing Kong integrated, he laughed, stood up and hugged his hands.

"Cao Mengde, I have seen Kong Beihai."

"General Cao is polite."

Kong Rong took a slight step back, believing that Cao Cao's courtesy was returned, and a courtesy was returned.

These small movements were all seen by Cao Cao. Although there was nothing to show, there was still some helplessness in the eyes.

Kong Rong is a famous man from the North Sea. If he can, he naturally wants to make friends, which will also help his reputation. Unfortunately, during these meetings with Kong Rong, he didn't seem to treat himself very much.

Cao Cao put his hand down and looked at Kong Rong, but when he saw his face was tired, he asked with a smile: "Why is Mr. Kong tired, but he has a bad rest?"

"No problem." Concerning last night's incident, Kong Rong's face showed some smiles: "There was a good thing to meet, it was just a night without sleep."

Although he did not agree with Cao Cao as the master of Qingzhou.

However, personally, he didn't have too much trouble with Cao Cao at this time ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ have to admit that Cao Cao is indeed a hero of one party. If they are placed in another situation, the two may be happy.

"Oh, that must be a good thing, come to Mr. Kong and sit down." As Cao Cao gave way, asked Kong to fit into the seat.

Kong Rong walked to the table, bowed his head, but was stunned.

There are four words engraved on the table. The strokes are like sharp-edged swords, just written in the handwriting, as if it were the intent of the person who could write these four words.

Good words, Kong Rong sighed while seated.

"General Cao, the four words on this table ..." Just a glance, called Kong Rong, the thought of wanting to see this person.

"Huh? This word." Cao Cao saw Kong look like he was in God, smiled contentedly, and sat down: "This is what Mr. Cao Yi wrote, and it was also a chance."

Originally he wanted to take the table off and hang it in the room, but after thinking about it, he might as well move the whole table. These days, no matter who he sees using this table, he is afraid that others will not see it.

Of course, he later learned from Cao Yu's resentful mouth that the word was written by Gu Nan.

Hooking his mouth lightly, "How does Mr. Kong feel?"

Kong Rong removed the teapot on the table and said carefully after reading it verbatim.

"Strong and powerful, General Cao's table is enviable."

In this regard, Kong Rong has no regrets.

"Haha, the words are heavy, the words are heavy." Cao Cao waved his hands, but in his eyes he did not hide his satisfaction with his "collection."

After the two had finished their polite gossip, Cao Cao took the tea cup on the table and took a sip before asking slowly.

"I don't know if Mr. Kong came to me today. What's the matter?"

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