The book continues from the previous chapter.

After scaring Zhang Rang away, Li Zhi turned around and said to Lu Zhijing: "Thank you Mr. Lu for rescuing my nephew. If it weren't for Mr. Lu, my nephew would have gotten into big trouble."

Lu Zhi shook his head and told Li Zhi meaningfully: "My dear nephew, please remember that you are a rising star in the Han Dynasty with a bright future. Don't ruin your bright future just for the sake of a mere person who will cut off your descendants.

Although Zhang Rang is hateful, one thing he said is indeed right: Luoyang is not peaceful recently..."

After finishing speaking, Lu Zhi turned his head, started drinking with others and ignored Li Zhi. Anyway, he had already said what he said. If Li Zhi didn't wake up, he would have no one to blame.

After hearing this, Li Zhi's expression changed. At first, Li Zhi only thought that what Zhang Rang said was a threat to him.

But after Lu Zhi's reminder, Li Zhipin got a hint that something big was really going to happen in Luoyang.

Thinking of this, Li Zhi became even more worried. He originally had no intention of caring about the turmoil in Luoyang anymore. He just wanted to stay in his mansion and make little people to play with.

In my free time, I would meet up with a few friends, go fishing by the river, or go hunting in the forest, and spend a leisurely and contented life, waiting for the death of Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty before dealing with Dong Zhuo.

Li Zhi didn't expect that if he didn't cause trouble, other troubles would come to him on his own initiative. This made Li Zhi very distressed and sighed in his heart: "I really just have a life of hard work..."

Just when Li Zhi was feeling sorry for himself, an old man sitting near the front said to him: "I've heard about Master Sanjue for a long time. I, Yuan Feng, would like to offer you a cup of Master Sanjue."

"Yuan Feng?" When Li Zhi heard this name, he sighed in his heart: "Trouble is coming!"

When Li Zhi first entered Luoyang, he was young and energetic and did not take the Yuan family seriously, so he went to death to offend Yuan Shu. The bitter consequences that had been brewing for several years finally came.

Li Zhiqiang braced himself, picked up the wine cup, and bowed respectfully to Yuan Feng: "I am a junior, how dare you accept a toast from an elder? I would like to propose a toast to you."

After saying that, Li Zhi drank all the wine in the cup and finally showed the bottom of the cup to Yuan Fengliang.

Yuan Feng saw that Li Zhi was handling the ceremony very respectfully, but he couldn't fault him. He had no choice but to drink all the wine in the cup.

After Yuan Feng finished drinking, his face instantly turned red, and he quickly picked up a few chopsticks of vegetables and stuffed them into his mouth to suppress the smell of alcohol.

He didn't want to drink this glass of wine in the first place. He just wanted to use Li Zhi's reply to pick out some of his etiquette flaws and then laugh at him.

But he didn't expect that Li Zhi was so alert. He saw through his plan at a glance and was meticulous in his salute. He had no reason to challenge him and had no choice but to hold back the tumbling in his stomach and drink the glass of wine.

After finishing the drink, Yuan Feng had a change of heart and had an idea. He asked Li Zhilang in a loud voice: "I have heard for a long time that Mr. Sanjue is a great poet. Is there any good work published during the banquet this time?"

As soon as Yuan Feng finished speaking, he heard Cai Yong on the side saying loudly: "Brother Yuan's words are very true. When my nephew is so happy, why not write a poem to go with the wine?"

Li Zhi heard this and smiled bitterly, but he did not refuse, because he had many poems about battlefield battles in his heart. Since they asked him to write poems, he would copy them.

After thinking for a while, Li Zhi was about to read out a poem about the battlefield that he had thought of, but was interrupted by Yuan Fengyang: "Wait a moment, my dear nephew."

"I knew it wouldn't be that simple!" Li Zhi looked at Yuan Feng and thought to himself.

Then, Li Zhi looked at Yuan Feng with a smile and asked, "I wonder what the elder has to say?"

Yuan Feng touched his beard and said to Li Zhi face to face with a smile: "My nephew is a man of great talent, how can he be like an ordinary person? My nephew cannot use himself as the subject of his poem this time, but

by……"

Having said this, Yuan Feng looked around. When he saw Lu Zhi, his eyes lit up. He pointed at Lu Zhi and said to Li Zhi: "My good nephew will write a poem with Brother Lu as the theme. How about it?"

In this way, Yuan Feng had no good intentions and used Lu Zhi as his subject. If he did it well, he would be suspected of flattering him. If he did it badly, he would offend Lu Zhi and bring Li Zhi's talent and reputation into disrepute.

damage.

When Li Zhi heard this, he also understood that he had no good intentions and did not

He really couldn't refuse at this point.

Because Lu Zhi was Li Zhi's boss and elder, and he wrote poems based on his superiors and elders. If he did well, his reputation would be passed down through the ages. This was filial piety, and he really couldn't refuse.

However, Li Zhi is not afraid of this problem, because he has too many poems describing battlefield battles, even if they use Lu Zhi as the theme.

Thinking of this, Li Zhi was about to compose a poem, but was interrupted by Lu Zhiyang: "Brother Yuan, why do you want to make things difficult for a junior? This is a bit too much."

As he said that, Lu Zhi looked at Yuan Feng with a displeased face, his eyes full of contempt.

When Yuan Feng heard this, he coughed dryly and looked away with embarrassment, not daring to look at Lu Zhi.

Later, Yuan Feng said to General Li Zhiji: "Since my nephew can't do it, let's just let it go and just pretend that I didn't say anything about it."

At this time, Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty also heard the conversation here, looked at Li Zhi with interest and asked: "Li Qing really can't do it?"

Li Zhi heard the words and gave a bitter smile, roaring in his heart: "You stupid emperor, you ask this, even if I can't do it, I must do it, otherwise I have no face to settle in Luoyang?"

After thinking about it, Li Zhi stood up, bowed his hands in front of everyone and said, "Since you all think so highly of me, I will show my shame."

After finishing speaking, Li Zhi walked slowly in the hall holding a wine glass.

After a while, Li Zhi paused and his eyes lit up: "Yes, everyone, listen up

Reading the sword while drunk,

Dreaming about the trumpet company camp.

Eight hundred miles apart, I will burn under my command,

The sound of fifty strings turning over the wall,

Autumn on the battlefield.

Lu Fei Kuai is a horseman,

The bow shook like a thunderbolt.

Put an end to the affairs of the king and the world,

Win fame during and after death.

Too bad it happened in vain!"

"good!"

As soon as Li Zhigang finished reading, Cai Yong on the side cheered loudly, and he said excitedly: "My wise nephew has reached a state of perfection in poetry..."

At this time, other people also tasted the poem carefully. The more they read, the more they felt that the poem was very interesting, so they nodded one after another and agreed with what Cai Yong said.

Lu Zhi on the side was also very satisfied, stroking his beard and looking at Li Zhi with relief. This poem was a reflection of himself. He was loyal to the country, and even now, when he is gray-haired, he still has to go out to serve the Han Dynasty.

, isn’t it the same as what is said in this poem?

Yuan Fengjian not only failed to embarrass Li Zhi, but instead made him stand out in the limelight, which made him extremely unhappy.

Later, Yuan Feng spoke sarcastically again: "Since my nephew is so talented, why not write a poem based on his killing of millions of Yellow Turbans and let me wait for a good review?"

As soon as Yuan Feng finished speaking, the hall suddenly became quiet.

This incident was a thorn in the hearts of everyone. After all, only Bai Qi of Qin Dynasty had ever done such a large-scale massacre.

However, the fate of Bai Qi and Qin Chao was not good, so everyone deliberately did not mention this matter, fearing that the atmosphere would become awkward.

After Yuan Feng said these words, he already regretted it. His words were not only mocking Li Zhi, but also offended Emperor Han Ling to death. By saying this, didn't he mean to curse the Han Empire?

"Presumptuous!" Sure enough, after Yuan Feng finished speaking, Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty became furious. He threw the wine glass in front of Yuan Feng, pointed at Yuan Feng and shouted loudly: "You are cursing me that the Han Dynasty will die early."

?!"

"I don't dare!" Seeing this, Yuan Feng stood up quickly, bowed to Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty and said: "I don't have any intention of cursing Your Majesty. I just thought of these yellow scarves. They were originally civilians, but now they are being used by others."

It's just that I can't bear the killing.

There is an old saying: If you know your mistakes, you can correct them, but there is no greater good.

Although these Yellow Turbans made a temporary mistake, if they could change their ways, they would still be my great Han people, but now they are..."

Having said this, Yuan Feng no longer looked at Li Zhi because his intention was self-evident.

After Yuan Feng finished speaking, everyone stopped talking. Even Han Ling Emperor stopped blaming Yuan Feng and looked at Li Zhi to see how he would explain.

Seeing this, Li Zhi shook his head speechlessly. It would be okay if others blamed him. What right did Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty have to blame himself?

Why did he massacre these Yellow Turbans? Is it not for the sake of Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty?

Now that he has a bad reputation, Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty will blame this matter on him? He really has no responsibility!

Thinking of this, Li Zhi no longer wanted to save face for everyone: "Since you all blame me for massacring the Yellow Turbans, I would like to ask you, when the Yellow Turbans were everywhere, who among you had tried to annihilate the Yellow Turbans?"

After saying that, Li Zhi glanced at everyone with his sharp eyes. The ministers felt a little guilty when he saw them, so they all turned away and did not look at him.

Seeing that no one dared to look at him, Li Zhi asked them again: "I would like to ask you again, when we were surrounded by millions of Yellow Turbans in the city, did you have any way to deal with millions of Yellow Turbans?"

Seeing that there was still no answer, Li Zhimeng took a few pictures, stood up, and said loudly: "Since you can't do anything, why do you still blame me?

I am killing the Yellow Turbans for the sake of our great Han people!"

At this point, Li Zhi changed his subject: "Besides, even if I capture all these Yellow Turbans, who can figure out how to deal with these Yellow Turbans? Is it you? Is it you? Or you?"

As he spoke, Li Zhi used his fingers to name the ministers who had just looked at him with contempt one by one.

Seeing that they were all speechless, Li Zhi helplessly spread his hands and said to Liu Hong: "Your Majesty, this is what happened. If there is no massacre, I will have no way to place those yellow scarves.

Unexpectedly, after I massacred the Yellow Turbans, I was criticized by some villains behind my back."

After saying that, Li Zhi turned to Yuan Feng and said: "Since Mr. Yuan wants my nephew to compose a poem with those millions of yellow scarves, then my nephew should be respectful and obey his orders!"

After finishing speaking, Li Zhi grabbed the wine jar on the side, drank a gulp of it, threw the wine jar, and chanted loudly: "Men should kill, and kill without mercy."

The eternal karma is all in killing people.

In the past there was a heroic man who was very loyal and loyal.
To be continued...