"exactly."

The more Zhuge Liang looked at Wu Liang, the more he liked him. He walked up to hold his hand and said excitedly, "Brother Youcai was so humble just now that Liang almost missed him."

However, now that I know that Brother Youcai actually has a great talent in understanding people and commenting on the world, Liang is really ashamed of his superficiality. Brother Youcai must not take it to heart, otherwise Liang will have trouble sleeping and eating."

"Master Zhuge, please don't say that. Your talent truly impresses me."

Wu Liang said with a smile.

"No, no, horses with thousands of miles of horses often exist, but bole do not always exist. A talented brother can see my talent, and he is a real talent."

Zhuge Liang shook his head again and again.

"Master Zhuge is so complimentary."

Wu Liang finally stopped exchanging business bragging with this little brat Zhuge Liang, and instead said, "Master Zhuge and I hit it off as old friends. This is the honor of my life. I have been living in Deng County recently, and I have to communicate more with Master Zhuge.

I always appreciate Master Zhuge’s insights and foresight that are different from ordinary people, Master Zhuge, please don’t despise him.”

"Wherever, communicating with a great talent like my talented brother is what I have been dreaming of all my life. It is a dream come true."

Zhuge Liang responded happily.

Wu Liang saw that the preparations were almost done, so he stood up and walked to the sandy area where Zhuge Liang had previously waved his stick. As he walked, he said: "When I first came here, I saw Mr. Zhuge writing quickly. I think he must be writing in a hurry."

Expressing the rare talent in the world, now that I happened to see it, I must see Master Zhuge's masterpiece with my own eyes."

"It's not a masterpiece, it's just a poem."

Zhuge Liang didn't stop him, he just stood up and stayed with him.

Before arriving at the sandy land, Wu Liang had already seen the bold handwriting left by Zhuge Liang on it.

Sure enough, it is the legendary "Suspected" "Liang Fu Yin" written by Zhuge Liang.

It's just that Zhuge Liang hasn't finished writing yet, and the last sentence is still empty.

"What a poem! What a poem!"

Wu Liang immediately praised it loudly, but then deliberately frowned and asked, "But this poem must not be finished yet, right? When I read it, it always feels like it is missing the finishing touch."

"Brother Youcai is indeed an expert. There is indeed one sentence that has not been written. I will tell you when I fill in Brother Youcai's post."

Zhuge Liang picked up the stick and stepped forward, adding the last sentence at the end of the poem: Who can plan for this, the prime minister of the country is Qi Yanzi!

"Wonderful! Perfect! Elegant but not difficult, clear but not vulgar! With this sentence, I actually read Mr. Zhuge's far-reaching knowledge and noble character from this poem. Mr. Zhuge will definitely be a prince and prime minister in the future.

Life!"

Wu Liang immediately clapped his hands and applauded.

"Hehe, Brother Youcai made a strong statement. How can I be as extraordinary as Brother Youcai said?"

At this point, even though Zhuge Liang is still a pretentious brat, he is finally being praised and feels a little embarrassed.

"When I saw this poem, I couldn't suppress the poetic feeling in my heart. Mr. Zhuge, am I qualified to add a comment under your poem?"

Wu Liang said again.

"Oh? My talented brother is also a good poet?"

Zhuge Liang looked over with some surprise, and then handed over the wooden stick in his hand, "Since your talented brother is so elegant, it is also an honor for me, please!"

"It's embarrassing."

Wu Liang took the stick and wrote quickly on the sand.

Although he is not good at painting, his calligraphy is actually quite good, at least not ugly.

In this way, with just two breaths, the two verses appeared at the back of the entire "Liang Fu Yin". Although the rhythm did not fit the poem, it was extremely smooth.

"If Heaven had not given birth to Master Zhuge, would the eternity of the Later Han Dynasty be like a long night?"

Zhuge Liang only read it once, and his childish face instantly turned red.

But it only took a few seconds for the little kid to recover. He once again held Wu Liang's hand excitedly and said with a moved face: "Brother Youcai, why did you come now? Give birth to me."

My parents, my uncle who raised me, but the only one who understands me is my talented brother! Talented brother, if you don’t give up, how about we become sworn brothers here? From today on, you are brother and I am brother. From now on, if I really

If I can be granted the title of Marquis and Prime Minister, I will definitely share the joys and sorrows with my talented brother, no matter what!"

"..."

Wu Liang also didn't expect that he just followed Zhuge Jun's advice and stroked Zhuge Liang's hair, but he unknowingly turned him into his sworn brother?

Wu Liang had no reason to refuse such an thoughtful proposal from Zhuge Liang.

Absolutely no one can refuse an application for sworn sworn homage from an eternal figure!

Good sworn vows!

Becoming a sworn sworn brother will provide you with an extra path. If Boss Cao treats us badly in the future, and Zhuge Liang becomes the Prime Minister of the Shu Han Dynasty again as in history, then don't blame us for heartlessly changing jobs.

And after becoming sworn brothers, we are one step closer to Zhuge Liang’s secrets.

"Brother Dianwei, come and bear witness. From today on, Master Zhuge and I are sworn brothers. We don't want to be born in the same year and the same month, but we want... our love can be compared to the sun and the moon!"

Wu Liang decisively squeezed Zhuge Liang's hand and said with great emotion.

"Brother Youcai, please call me Kongming from now on. Although I am not old enough to wear a crown and have a Chinese character, 'Kongming' is the name I gave myself in advance... Therefore, Brother Youcai's comment should be called: Tian

If Zhuge Kongming had not been born to me, the later Han Dynasty would be like a long night!"

Zhuge Liang became even more excited and said shamelessly.

Okay.

It turns out that this is how Zhuge Kongming came to be.

But it is right to say that his uncle Zhuge Xuan will also pass away in the next few years. At that time, Zhuge Liang was not yet twenty years old and could start writing. In addition, he lived in seclusion here with Zhuge Xuan, and there was no need for him at home.

There are no male elders, so he may really have to rely on himself if he wants to choose a name.

"Xian brother Kong Ming."

Wu Liang shouted.

"You are a talented brother, please accept my brother's worship. Once you are a brother, you will be a brother forever!"

Zhuge Liang bowed and showed his true feelings.

"Hahaha, it is a great joy in life to be able to sworn brother Kong Ming, but brother Kong Ming is still young, so forget about drinking. One day, brother Kong Ming will come to Deng County to see me, and I will have tea instead of wine with him.

Get close!”

Wu Liang laughed loudly, then looked calmly at the "Yin of Liang Fu" on the ground, and asked, "What a poem! What a good poem that can be remembered for generations! I just don't know when this poem was written by my virtuous brother. As a brother,

I want to be a witness to my virtuous brother and let future generations understand my virtuous brother’s talent.”

Isn't there some doubt about the author of "Liang Fu Yin" in later generations?

If he could identify the author of "Liang Fu Yin" and clearly record the specific time when the poem was written, it would not only satisfy his own curiosity, but also be a meritorious deed for the archaeological world of later generations.

Unexpectedly, Zhuge Liang shook his head and said, "I dare not hide my talent from my brother. This poem was actually not written by me. It was taught to me by my uncle after he got drunk. I yearn for the artistic conception and spirit of the poem, so I often recite it."

Zhuge Liang's uncle?

Isn't that Zhuge Xuan?

Could it be that this poem was actually written by Zhuge Xuan, Zhuge Liang’s uncle?

Wu Liang expressed doubts about this.

There are only a few records of Zhuge Xuan in history, and they only mention that he adopted Zhuge Gui's widow and children and brought them to live in seclusion in Longzhong.

In fact, starting from the Han Dynasty, the preservation of historical documents of the Celestial Dynasty has been relatively good.

Especially in the late Han Dynasty, some of the more outstanding literary works were preserved, not only various poems, but also some slogans.

Therefore, if Zhuge Xuan really has some poetic talent or other talents, since such a person is mentioned in the history books, even if it is only a few words, it should be reflected, instead of treating him as a "passer-by".

Characters to record.

In addition, Wu Liang finally suddenly realized another problem.

"Liang Fu Yin" recites the historical facts of Qi during the Spring and Autumn Period.

It describes quite vividly and in detail the three tombs outside Linzi City, the capital of Qi State, where Tian Kaijiang, Guyezi and Gongsun are buried. Especially the sentence "There are three tombs inside, and they are all similar."

It was as if the author had seen the three tombs with his own eyes.

There are also some problems with the sentence "Step out of the Qi City Gate and look into the distance into Dangyinli".

After all, Wu Liang had recently visited the ancient capital of Qi in Bogu. That ancient capital had long been left in ruins. It must have been the same for the ancient city of Linzi in the same period. The city gates must have collapsed or even disappeared.

Not to mention the three tombs of generals whose descriptions are completely obvious. After hundreds of years of changes, the tombs of these princes and nobles were the first to suffer every time there was a change of dynasties. How could those three tombs be spared?

Disaster?

so.

Neither Zhuge Liang nor his uncle Zhuge Xuan could have seen the three lonely tombs with their own eyes, and they were "so similar".

Of course, the possibility of artistic processing by the author through imagination cannot be ruled out.
To be continued...