"Please wait, sir."

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

He turned around and bowed to the scholar, and the guards went to report.

The scholar nodded and stayed there, stood for a while, and looked around.

His appearance is different from those who usually come to visit the house.

Don't be humble or pretend to be profound.

If it were people from Beihai, most of them should know this literati, namely, Kong Rong, the Beihai Xiang.

Standing in the yard, Kong Rong's face was not very good at this time, with some blue and yellow eyes, and his eyes were slightly dark. He looked tired, and he could tell that he might not have been sleeping all night.

I didn't sleep.

Yesterday when he went to school, a gentleman in white asked someone to give him a book. The book was called "The Book of Music", which is one of the Six Confucian Classics, but it was lost in its early years and has never known whereabouts.

When he first got the book, he stood in a state of despair for a long time. When he woke up, the school had already left clean, and he hurried back to the colonel's house.

Throughout the evening, the book was compared with the words and phrases of the "Music Sutra" mentioned in other books.

I read the contents of the first part of the book several times. If nothing unexpected happens, the book should be true.

After confirming, he did not read it down, but held the book and never put it down for a night.

He dared not let go, nor did he dare to turn over. The lost book suddenly returned to his hands. How dare he put it down? If it was broken, how could he tell his ancestors to explain it?

Until now, he still felt that it was the same as a dream. If he had not had to come to see Cao Cao today, he would not have even left the house.

He reached out and touched it in his arms. The book was still there, and Kong Rong breathed a sigh of relief.

After returning home, even if you stay awake, you must copy the orphan version first.

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

Also, I want to find the Mr. White and thank you in person.

But is it enough to thank me? Such a great kindness is no longer enough.

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"Hey, it's almost noon. Why don't Mr. Gu come yet?"

"Yes, this time should be here on weekdays."

The sound of maids talking came from outside the yard.

Kong Rong had just come back to his senses, and he was now in Cao's mansion.

"Haha, do you think Mr. Gu is sleeping in again? The young master often says that to him."

"Mr. I am not such a lazy person. There should be something going on, and there will be delays."

"I think so."

The maids' chatting voice became lighter and lighter, and they probably had gone farther away. Kong Rong didn't understand what they were talking about.

He doesn't know who Mr. Gu is.

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

Kong Rong's expression became focused, his brows frowned slightly, and his eyes were filled with some worries.

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

After Cao Cao entered Qingzhou, he had been stationed in Beihai. First of all, this was the place where he first joined the army, and secondly, he was to prepare for the training of the Water Department in the future.

Speaking of Confucian scholars, most people think that Confucian scholars are rigid, of course, there are exceptions. However, Kong Rong is not such an exception, or he can be said to be a particularly rigid Confucian scholar.

To put it nicely, it is just upright, and to put it badly, it is just ignorant.

Just like in his eyes, all the princes who were not Liu's family were not orthodox, although Cao Cao did not act as a devil, he was also praised in the battle of Dong Zhuo, and the siege of Qingzhou was also solved by Cao Cao.

But how many people who lead troops to separatist positions at this time can be said to be ministers?

Kong Rong was still wary of Cao Cao. He always believed that Qingzhou should be handed over to the hands of the people of the Liu family.

Therefore, his eyes were full of worries. Now Cao Cao has taken countless Yellow Turbans in Qingzhou and stationed troops in various parts of Qingzhou. The court was in chaos, and he could no longer think of any way to protect Qingzhou.

"Master Kong, General, please come in and talk." The guard who had gone in and reported to Kong Rong before walked out and saluted him.

"Okay." Kong Rong responded and raised his foot and walked towards the hall.

Forget it, it would be better to be blunt, it would be just a life.

Among Confucianism, there are also people who are informed, reasonable and flexible, and there are also people who are not called sour Confucianism.

Unfortunately, Kong Rong is not such a person. He is a very stubborn person. Such people are generally not very popular.

(In history, Kong Rong was killed by Cao Cao for the crime of unfilial piety, but there are many different opinions on whether he was unfilial. Whether he was a good person or a hypocrite, I can only say that I don’t know, after all, there are too many uncertain factors in it.

However, when Kong Rong was the prime minister of Beihai, he opened a school to teach the people, set up cities to resist the Yellow Turbans, and buried people without descendants or wandering places. However, he often suffered defeats and spoke fiercely because his political views were inconsistent with Cao Cao. These are relatively recognized records, so you can refer to them.

In short, there are too many hearsays and rumors in the information and statements found. By the way, it is really hard to distinguish between the most basic good and evil.)

Stepping on the wooden boards on the hall, making a slightly dull and empty sound.

The left and right sides of the hall were swung back, and there was a table in the middle. Cao Cao was sitting at the table pouring tea. Seeing Kong Rong in, he stood up with a smile and said, "I walked up with my hands around and said."

"Cao Mengde, I have met Kong Beihai."

"General Cao is polite."

Kong Rong took a slight step back, giving way to Cao Cao's courtesy and gave up a gift.

Cao Cao saw these small actions. Although he had no expression, he still had some helplessness in his eyes.

Kong Rong is a famous scholar in the Beihai. If he can, he naturally wants to have a good relationship, which will also help his reputation. Unfortunately, he does not seem to like himself very much during these few meetings with Kong Rong.

Cao Cao put down his hand and looked at Kong Rong, but saw his face tired, and asked with a smile: "Why is Mr. Kong tired, but he can't rest well?"

"Not hindrance." Speaking of what happened last night, Kong Rong showed some smiles on his face: "It's a good thing that we met, and we haven't slept all night."

Although he did not agree with Cao Cao's decision to Qingzhou.

But personally, he did not have any deep grudges about Cao Cao at this time.

It has to be admitted that Cao Cao is indeed a hero on one side. If it is placed in another situation, the two of them may be able to drink and have fun.

"Haha, that must be a great thing. Come and Mr. Kong, please sit down." As Cao Cao said that, he gave in and asked Kong Rong to sit down.

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

There are four words engraved on the table. The strokes are like cutting a knife and cutting an axe and chisel, but written in the handwriting, as if you can see the inspiration of the person who wrote these four words.

With good words, Kong Rong sighed while taking a seat.

"General Cao, four words on this table..." Just a glance made Kong Rong think about seeing this person.

"Huh? This is the word." Cao Cao smiled complacently when he saw Kong Rong's appearance, and sat down: "This is written by Mr. Cao Yi, and Cao was also a coincidence."

Originally, he wanted to take off the table and hang it in the room, but after thinking about it, he might as well move the entire table to use it. In the past few days, no matter who he saw, he used it, and he was afraid that others would not be able to see it.

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

He gently hooked his mouth: "What does Mr. Kong think?"

Kong Rong moved the teapot on the table away, looked carefully and said.

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

In this regard, Kong Rong is not hesitant to praise him.

"Haha, the words are too heavy, the words are too heavy." Cao Cao waved his hand, but his eyes did not hide his satisfaction with his "collection".

After the two of them finished their polite gossip, Cao Cao picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and then asked slowly.
Chapter completed!