Chapter 345

It was just that these people were older, and because of their respective family reasons, who knows what they would be like in the future, but right now, they were definitely not of any use.

There was only one person Duan Yu was more interested in.

The genius Guo Jia.

"Ziyi beheading Wang Gai on the street is truly satisfying."

Yuan Shao, whose face was already flushed from drinking, held his wine cup, his speech somewhat unclear.

"In the future, Ziyi will go far to Liangzhou; I don't know what year or month we will meet again. I am truly reluctant to part with Ziyi."

"If I weren't currently at home observing mourning, I would definitely go to Liangzhou with Ziyi to see the customs of the frontier commanderies."

Duan Yu, sitting in the main seat, smiled and raised his cup: "As long as this humble body remains strong, where in the world will we not meet again!"

"We are all still young; there will naturally be opportunities to meet in the future!"

Cao Cao, who was raising his cup together, was slightly stunned, repeating in his mouth: "As long as this humble body remains strong, where in the world will we not meet again?"

"Bravo!"

"Bravo!"

"I didn't expect Ziyi to be not only brave and good at fighting but also able to spout poetry."

"Ziyi has great talent!" Cao Cao said excitedly.

"Uh..."

Duan Yu was somewhat speechless.

He just said it casually, as if it were a common saying; he hadn't intended to copy poetry to show off.

Guo Tu, Xun Chen, Xin Pi, and others sitting in the room all focused their eyes on Duan Yu for a moment.

Especially Guo Jia.

Looking at Duan Yu as if he were a curious baby.

"Ziyi also has poetic talent?" Yuan Shao stared at Duan Yu with wide eyes.

"No, no, no," Duan Yu hurriedly waved his hand with a bitter smile and said, "Just spouting nonsense, what poetic talent do I have? Benchu, don't listen to Mengde's nonsense."

"Being modest, aren't you?" Yuan Shao stood up with his wine cup and said, "No, on such a happy day today."

"After tomorrow, Ziyi will be leaving."

"We have come to see you off; if Ziyi could compose a poem to add to the elegance, and it were spread in the future, wouldn't it be a beautiful story?"

"Come, come, come, Ziyi."

Yuan Shao staggered through the dancing girls in the middle of the hall, came to Duan Yu's side, and pulled Duan Yu up.

"Let us all toast Ziyi together, wishing us a bright future, wishing Ziyi step-by-step promotion, and also wishing our friendship to last forever."

"Ziyi, in this situation, you should naturally compose a poem."

Duan Yu was held up by Yuan Shao with a bitter smile.

He made his living by his own ability.

He had no intention of being a literary plagiarist.

But he was already being held here.

Everyone in the room was also looking at him.

If he didn't say a couple of lines, it wouldn't fit the atmosphere.

How to put it in the words of later generations.

The atmosphere had already been built up to this point.

Everyone was looking forward to it.

Duan Yu stood beside Yuan Shao with a wine cup in his hand.

He looked down at the wine in the cup.

A poem was already in his heart.

It just happened to reflect this situation.

"Ziyi, please!" Yuan Shao said with a smile.

Duan Yu nodded, then held his wine cup high with a high-pitched voice:

"Do you not see, the waters of the Yellow River come down from the sky, rushing to the sea never to return!"

"Do you not see, in the high hall, the bright mirror laments the white hair, in the morning like blue silk, in the evening turning to snow."

Cao Cao's eyes widened suddenly, and he stood up with a start, looking at Duan Yu with shock.

Not just Cao Cao.

Guo Tu, Xu You, Xin Ping, as well as Guo Jia and everyone in the hall held their breath, their eyes filled with surprise.

Duan Yu raised his cup to invite the moon.

The breeze blowing from outside the main hall slightly puffed up the black robe on his body.

The corners of his clothes rose with the wind.

"When life is successful, one must enjoy it to the fullest."

Duan Yu reached out and pulled Yuan Shao over, then clinked their two wine cups together: "Do not let the golden cup face the moon empty!"

"Heaven has made me talented, I will surely be of use; a thousand gold pieces scattered will return again."

"Cook the sheep and slaughter the ox to make merry, we must drink three hundred cups at once."

"Yuan Benchu, Cao Mengde, 'Bring in the Wine,' do not stop the cups."

Duan Yu's high-pitched voice spread throughout the entire hall.

Everyone looked at Duan Yu in surprise.

"Gentlemen, please drink this cup full, to help us have a bright future!"

After speaking, Duan Yu raised his cup and drank it all in one gulp.

The wine slid down the corner of Duan Yu's mouth onto the collar of his chest, extremely bold and unconstrained.

"Bravo!"

Yuan Shao's eyes seemed to be shining as he looked at Duan Yu and cheered.

"I didn't expect Ziyi to be not only good at marching and formation but also to have such poetic talent. In this situation, we should drink a big cup, drink heavily, drink heavily!"

Everyone in the hall also cheered along.

Guo Jia, who was standing in the last seat in the room with his cup, stared at Duan Yu with his eyes, just like a curious baby.

After the cup was finished, Duan Yu leaned crookedly behind him, his eyes hazy with drunkenness.

"Benchu, Mengde... I cannot hold my liquor, I cannot hold my liquor."

Saying this, he fell backward.

The maid standing to the side quickly supported Duan Yu, who was falling backward.

Just before closing his eyes, Duan Yu winked at Guo Jia, who was standing in the last row, with a smile on his face.

Guo Jia, holding his wine cup, was stunned for a moment, then bared his teeth and smiled, looking like a little boy.

Faking drunkenness, Duan Yu was faking drunkenness.

If he didn't fake drunkenness, who knew if Yuan Shao or Cao Cao would ask him to write another poem or something later.

He had little interest in copying poetry.

Anyway, he didn't want to be a great literary giant.

It was better to just be his tiger general of the age.

Not long after faking drunkenness, Duan Yu was carried to the bedroom in the backyard.

Early the next morning.

Duan Yu surprisingly did not exercise on the training ground, but gathered all forty of his personal guards brought from Liangzhou.

Everyone was dressed in neat armor, and even the warhorses were washed very clean.

Tie Shitou and Wang Hunu were both confused, not knowing what this was for.

It was only after leaving the house that Duan Yu told everyone that there was a special mission today: to escort the Empress.

Nangong, outside the Vermilion Bird Gate.

Duan Yu brought exactly forty personal guards, as well as Tie Shitou and Wang Hunu.

These dozens of cavalrymen had followed Duan Yu all the way from Jinyang to Monan, and then from Monan to Tanhanshan.

Although not battle-hardened, they were definitely not comparable to the soldiers in Luoyang city who had never been on the battlefield or the Imperial Guard of the palace.

When the Vermilion Bird Gate opened.