Liu He didn't understand what Sun Ce was saying, and he didn't dare to ask again. It was the first time she had married Sun Ce so many days. Holding Sun Ce's hand, she felt relieved inexplicably. She wanted to hold it for a while, but she didn't want to anger Sun Ce because of some stupid questions.

Although Sun Ce had a warm smile in front of him, who knew if he would suddenly turn against him? It is said that Sun Ce was cruel and easy to kill, and even the brutal Xiliang soldiers were wiped out. He was a weak woman with no power to tie a chicken, but he was not his opponent. Besides, before leaving Beijing, the emperor took care of him many times. Don’t be too troublesome. Just live his own life well. The affairs in the court and the affairs on the battlefield were not something she could interfere with. If there was a task, her only task was to see clearly what kind of person Sun Ce was. Listening to the ears is, and seeing the eyes is true. The emperor wanted to understand Sun Ce through her eyes and see what kind of person a young man who had been swept across the Central Plains over the years was.

Even if this task is not necessary, there is only one necessary task: live well.

Seeing that Liu He stopped talking again, even more silent than before, Sun Ce was helpless. This princess was obviously far from the princess in the usual sense, perfectly reflecting the distance between ideal and reality. Sun Ce took Liu He's hand and walked for a while. When he reached a flat place, he naturally let go of Liu He's hand, put his hands behind him, and looked into the distance.

There is a Yushan in the northwest, separated from Qushan Mountain by a shallow strait. In later generations, it will become the hometown of the Monkey King Sun Wukong. Sun Wukong has not settled in yet, so the mountain is not so famous. But this mountain has its own magical features. Mi Lan said that there are many rare local tree species on that mountain. Therefore, it is said that this mountain was brought up by an immortal directly from the south and placed here. Those tree species are all southern Jiamu.

Sun Ce was not familiar with botany and did not know if those were southern Jiamu, but he knew that this place could be used as a navy garrison, because two thousand years later, there was another poetic name here: Lianyungang, the largest seaport in Jiangsu. If it was not as large as that, it would be more than enough to station tens of thousands of navy garrisons. After several years of construction, the station had begun to take shape. Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, he would move there, and in a few days, he would set sail from there, bypass the Shandong Peninsula, and enter the Bohai Sea. On his return journey, he might not enter the inland river again, but would go south directly along the coastline to complete a full-time voyage.

This is just the beginning. In the future, he will leave the coast, go deep into the sea, and may even cross the ocean and travel around the world.

Sun Ce's heartbeat accelerated a little, and his eyes became more enthusiastic.

"Husband, what do you think?" Zhen Mi and Gan Mei walked over side by side. Seeing Sun Ce standing tall and looking at the sea, with a tall figure, she smiled and said, "Do you want to recite poems or write fu?"

Sun Ce looked back at her and laughed. "You see, I have recited poems and written fu?"

"I haven't seen it, but I've heard it." Zhen Mi was not at all nervous and said with a smile: "Your song "The Rise and Destruction of the People" is very famous. You can sing the song "The Suffering of the People" by Yan and Zhao girls, otherwise you will be laughed at by others with poor skills."

Liu He was very surprised. "The Rise and Destruction of the People" is my husband's masterpiece?"

"Who do you think it belongs to?"

"Uh... Some people say it was Mr. Cai Boyi's masterpiece, and some people say it was his daughter Cai Zhaoji, but no one ever said it was his husband." Liu He looked at Sun Ce with a bright look, just like a fan saw an idol. "Husband, did you really make this song?"

Sun Ce was very embarrassed. "I made up a few lines. The song was composed by Zhou Gongjin. Later, everyone in Cai may have polished it. It is not outrageous to say that their works are not."

Zhen Mi took Sun Ce's hand and shook it, begging: "It's so good to make up a few words. Then you can make up a few words today, so it will also open our eyes."

"Aren't you making things difficult for me?" Sun Ce wanted to break free from Zhen Mi, but Zhen Mi grabbed him, her face turned red, her eyes shining with a cunning light. Sun Ce suddenly understood. The little girl was jealous and took advantage of her under the guise of reciting poems and writing poems. He held Zhen Mi's little hand in his back hand and shook it. "I heard that you have been not good at reading and writing since you were a child. This poem must be no problem. Why don't you write one and let us see your knowledge."

Zhen Mi smiled with a pursed lips. "Do you want me to show off your ugly face? Well, Shiyun, give me papaya and repay Qiong Yao. I will be a papaya today and wait for Qiong Yao for my husband, okay?" As he said that, he grabbed Sun Ce's hand with both hands, shy his body back and forth, his eyes as silk as he looked at Sun Ce shyly.

Gan Mei chuckled lightly, Zhen Mi gave her a blank look, but refused to let go of Sun Ce, and her eyes became even more enthusiastic.

Sun Ce had no choice but to nod his head vaguely, and then he had a headache. Reciting poems and essays was not his strength. There was too little inventory in his stomach, and it was necessary to adapt to the situation. It was not enough to just recite one song. Where can I find it in a short while? If I could only compile one song, it would inevitably be disagreeable and I would be laughed at.

Therefore, you should be low-key and be cautious when pretending. If you had known that there would be so many sequelae, you shouldn't have shown off at the beginning.

Zhen Mi blinked. "I'll write a new style poem. If the rhythm is not right, I won't be laughed at. Husband, do you think so?"

Sun Ce didn't understand at all, and laughed twice without comment. Zhen Mi thought for a moment and started chanting softly. "The general was brave and brave enough to learn about the situation again. Nanyang defeated Qianghu, Guandu and took the rebel minister. Iron cavalry settled the Central Plains, and the boats were down in Youzhou. Kill people on the Liao River, and rode horses back to Yuyang..."

Zhen Mi was not too slow and slowly chanting, and she was catchy. Although she was a woman and she was complimenting Sun Ce’s military achievements, she was not losing her heroic spirit. Although Sun Ce did not understand poetry, she felt refreshed. Gan Mei smiled and said nothing, but Liu He was a little embarrassed. Zhen Mi’s poem praised Sun Ce’s military achievements, hoping that he would be rampant in the world, so that she would not be good at evaluating, not agreeing, and not opposing it. Moreover, Zhen Mi kept holding Sun Ce’s hand, obviously targeting Sun Ce’s holding hands just now, taking advantage of the topic, showing her talent, and suppressing her intentionally or unintentionally.

She did not have the appearance of Zhen Mi, nor did she have the talent of Zhen Mi, nor did she have the ability to speak out, and she had no confidence to compete with Zhen Mi on such occasions, so she had to shut up and say nothing.

Sun Ce glanced inadvertently, and saw Liu He's embarrassment, and thought for a moment, he immediately understood Zhen Mi's intentions and couldn't help but smile bitterly. They are all human beings, and they are obviously jealous of chanting poems and essays. Zhen Mi has a great destiny and has been very energetic since she was a child. Maybe she doesn't care about it in front of ordinary women, but she can't help but show it in front of the eldest princess, the real nobleman.

After all, she is a girl.

"Okay, it's great." After Zhen Mi finished reciting the poem, Sun Ce praised twice and complained: "I gave up. You said it was papaya, and now you threw a Qiong Yao over, how can I take it? Even if you force yourself, it's better not to do it."

Zhen Mi wrinkled her nose, pouted her cherry red mouth, and said angrily: "Hmph, a dignified general, he is actually cheating."

Sun Ce laughed. "The general's ability is to fight. If you compete with me, I will definitely accompany you to the end. When reciting poetry, I will admit defeat."

"No, no, I won't agree. Even if you yell a few random words, you can't be so stubborn."

"Okay, don't make things difficult for me. Otherwise, I'll let them do it?" Sun Ce waved to Gu Hui, who had just reached the top of the mountain, intending to let him write a song for a member of the work. Gu Hui has good literary literacy and is not considered top-notch, but this kind of social work is still fine. Unexpectedly, before Gu Hui agreed, Lu Yi, who was standing beside him, spoke. "General, this kind of poetry cannot be written by others, but can only be written by the general himself."

"Why?" Sun Ce got angry.

Lu Yixu clenched his fist and coughed, looking a little embarrassed. "Mrs. Zhen just mentioned the poem about papaya. This is a poem about men and women giving each other a love affair, and it is not convenient for others to write it."

Sun Ce was stunned, his eyes turned to Zhen Mi, and his old face turned red. "Is it... like this?"

Zhen Mi glanced at Sun Ce, bit her lip with a slight look angry. Sun Ce scratched her head a little. "What should I do? I really can't."

Lu Yi said: "The poems and essays are inconclusive, and they express their feelings directly, and they are the most touching. They can be long-term or a few words, such as the "Song of the Great Wind" by Emperor Gaozu of Han, and the "Gaixia Song" by the King of Western Chu. Although there are only three or five sentences, they are all famous works. It is believed that the general can write "The Suffering of the People" by the General, but it is just that the general does not know it."

Sun Ce was so amused and laughed. He knew that Lu Yi was helping him, but he did not expect that this was a helping hand. The song "The Rise and Destruction of the People" was copied by itself, so he had no ability. But now, no one believed it if he didn't admit it. There was no way, so he had to copy another song. But which song could copy and which song could meet the scene in front of him? He really couldn't find it in a hurry.

As a time traveler, he was buried in the pit he dug himself, which is unprecedented and has no future.

Hey, there is. Sun Ce had an idea and clapped his hands. "I've agreed, I'm just talking nonsense. If you don't say it well, don't blame me."

Zhen Mi smiled and said repeatedly: "It's okay, it's okay. As long as it's done by my husband, I like it."

Sun Ce smiled bitterly, "How can I do it? I can only copy it." He sighed softly, turned around and looked at the sea, and was about to recite Chen Zi'ang's eternal despair, but suddenly his heart moved and he remembered a better song. Cao Cao's song "Watching the Sea" corresponds to the scene in front of him. Just change a few words, and the effect of pretending was absolutely first-class. He was about to recite it, but when he thought about it, he couldn't help laughing.

What should I do so easily? Isn’t this trouble just caused by pretending to be a pretentious person? If you really want to show off "Watching the Sea", such a mess will probably follow in the future. It would be better to use Chen Zi'ang’s song. Although it is not suitable for the situation, it is more in line with your current state of mind.

"I don't see the ancients in front of me, and I don't see the comers behind me." Sun Ce chanted slowly, stretched out his hand to point Zhen Mi's nose, and smiled bitterly. "Ami, you are too much and force me to write a poem. I really miss the vastness of the world, and I cry alone."

Zhen Mi smiled with her mouth, recited it twice, put away her smile, and said with a sigh: "It seems that my husband cannot write poems, but he wants to force it. This poem is so great. It is climbing high and looking far away, looking up at the past and present, desolate and bold. Although there is no long love between children, it has the loneliness of sages. In my opinion, it is no less than "The Song of the Great Wind" and "The Song of Gaixia". In the future, it will be able to be spread throughout the world and leave a voice in history."
Chapter completed!