The Supreme Supreme of the Three Kingdoms

knight… Uncle Huang!

As soon as this name was laid out, the great Confucians who were directly present all took a deep breath, and their scalps were numb by the shock.

Such a pure bloodline of the Han clan is half of their masters as courtiers, and they must be impressed no matter what.

Liu Yu, Liu Biao, Liu Yan and others are all Han clansmen, and now they are even princes!

With this layer of identity, many people’s eyes looking at Liu Hao were full of awe-inspiring respect.

He is only a teenager now, he has such a great talent, in another ten years, won’t he also be a dragon among people!?

At that time, maybe you will have to bother him!

“So it is, interesting.”

Wang Yunlao’s eyes lit up, and he laughed slightly, and his gaze towards Liu Hao became more and more interested.

Young people, often have worse concentration, and when they hear that the high-ranking official Houlu is in front of them, it is difficult to hold it.

Liu Hao can be calm and calm, which shows that he does not take this state’s thorn history in his eyes.

“This son, regardless of background or ability, is by no means a thing in the pool, you should try your best to make friends!”

Wang Yun thought secretly.

As soon as the name of the Han clan came out, everyone had a count in their hearts, and they didn’t mention the matter of asking for an official for Liu Hao.

The great Confucians only began to drink and talk about countermeasures to dissuade Dong Zhuo from entering Beijing.

As he spoke, he finally had an eyebrow.

Tai Fu proposed that on the basis of introducing Dong Zhuo, a few more town princes would be pulled as a counterbalance.

Kong Rong, who was sitting in the corner, let out a long breath, and suddenly spoke: “I have a rare time to wait, and the state affairs are troubled, why don’t I write a few poems?” ”

Yang Biao nodded slightly and said, “Dong Zhuo will enter Beijing, at least a few months, and it is useless to sit empty at this time, just as Lord Kong said.” ”

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

Liu Hao couldn’t touch these people shaking their heads and singing fast~~ What is the feeling……

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

Several great Confucians commented on the past words, pushed cups and changed lamps, and praised each other, which was also their joy.

Suddenly, Lord Zhonglang Wang Yun suddenly pointed at Liu Hao and said with a smile: “I almost forgot that Liu Hao is here, Liu Haoxian’s nephew, your literary and martial arts, all of them are the best choices, why don’t you come and make a song?” ”

Everyone agreed, but Cai Yong was a little hesitant, and stroked his beard: “Liu Hao, if you have gained, you may as well chant it out to comment on all the adults, if not, you don’t have to force it.” ”

His apprentice usually did not show much talent in writing poetry, and he was still very considerate as a master, and he did not want Liu Hao to sacrifice ugly in front of all the highly prestigious Confucianists.

Yuan Kui smiled and said, “No, Liu Hao, you still have words?” ”

Between words, there was a thick unbelief.

Kong Rong also followed suit: “Brother Cai, Liu Hao is brilliant, he has long been successful, don’t make us wait.” ”

Liu Hao nodded to Cai Yong, signaled that there was no problem, and fell into a deep groan.

At this time, in the inner room of Cai Mansion.

A beautiful woman was listening to each other.

She wore a flat-collared skirt with a vertical collar, her body moved slightly, and her collarbone was exposed under her slender neck.

This beautiful woman has a graceful figure, her skin is like snow, her collarbones are exceptionally clear, and the most important thing is temperament.

Coupled with the intellectual temperament of that body, the appearance of listening carefully at this moment is even more heartwarming.

Listening to many great Confucians coaxing Liu Hao to compose poetry, she seemed to be a little nervous, and Rou Yin grabbed the corner of her skirt and muttered: “Junior brother usually doesn’t like to compose poetry like a scribe, what can be done now.” ”

I don’t know if it’s a spiritual rhino or what, Liu Hao groaned, just as a light from the corner of his eye fell on the curtain of the inner room, as if he saw the black cloud sideburns and pure face.

That kind of beauty and gentleness has been beautiful to the extreme, which is completely not possessed by ordinary women.

“There is…”

Liu Hao stood up, and everyone stopped the movement in their hands, ready to listen to what kind of poetry Liu Hao could make.