At the beginning, Qin Shi Huang traveled to my home

Chapter 644: Lu You Fights the Tiger

How dare he harm her son like this? He should curse that bastard Qin Hui to death.

Sky

"These are all in the past. Besides, Qin Hui is already dead and could not be deader. His end was miserable," Lu You shook his head. He was afraid to think about it, but he felt that Qin Hui deserved it. He deserved such an end.

"That's good, that's good, Qin Hui shouldn't be alive."

"Indeed, this Qin Hui is a treacherous minister."

"Seniors, please don't be angry. Be careful not to hurt your body," Li Wu finally came out of his anger.

"Little Immortal, we are fine, nothing."

"That's good. I will continue to talk about your deeds, Senior Lu You.

When you, Mr. Lu You, were 33 years old, you became a chief clerk in Ningde County, Fuzhou.

In 1162 AD, after Song Xiaozong ascended the throne, he transferred you, Lu You, to the Privy Council to compile history and granted you the same status as a Jinshi.

However, with the failure of Song Xiaozong's Northern Expedition, the pro-war faction in the court, led by Zhang Jun, was repeatedly marginalized.

And you, Mr. Lu You, who firmly advocated resistance against the Jin Dynasty, were also implicated, dismissed from your official position and expelled from the court.

During your period of unemployment, Mr. Lu You wrote a large number of poems reflecting the life of farmers in the south of the Yangtze River.

The popular "Visiting Shanxi Village" was written at this time.

"When you are surrounded by mountains and rivers, you may think there is no way out, but when you look out, you will find another village. Hehe, I only remember the last two sentences."

Li Wu smiled awkwardly, mainly because the last two sentences were more popular and easy to be tested on.

"Good poem, good poem," Meng Haoran and Gao Shi praised.

Some scholars and writers in front of the sky curtain wrote down the poems and asked in the barrage what was coming next.

Naturally, someone gave the first two sentences in the barrage.

He was also cursing Qin Hui, the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, and those treacherous ministers of the Song Dynasty.

All they do is ask for peace every day. If they are beaten, they should be beaten hard. They have been beaten to the doorstep of their home, and it would have been fine if they didn't resist. Instead, they just gave up their home and ran away, and even gave various kinds of money to the people who wanted to break into their home.

Many dynasties expressed their inability to understand the Song Dynasty, nor did they want to understand it, and simply thought that the Song Dynasty had problems with their brains.

Sky

“Lu You’s poems are naturally very good.

By 1149 AD, Mr. Lu You was already 44 years old, and you were once again employed by Emperor Xiaozong of Song.

Sichuan Xuanfu Envoy Wang Yan invited you, Mr. Lu You, to the shogunate to assist in military affairs.

From then on, Senior Lu You, you rode on iron horses and flew through the autumn wind with the soldiers on the border.

The Sichuan region has always been plagued by tigers. While following the soldiers on a hunting tour, you, Mr. Lu You, even killed a tiger with your own hands!!!

Lu, Senior Lu You, is this true?

You, you really killed a tiger with your own hands?" Li Wu's voice was trembling. Although she had already looked up the information and knew this fact, she did not believe it and thought it was too exaggerated.

Because in Li Wu's impression, Lu You has always been a weak scholar, the kind of weakling who can't lift anything with his hands or shoulders, and who can lose half his life with a minor cold.

And after seeing Lu You, she became even more certain of this idea, because no matter how you looked at it, Lu You didn't look like someone who could kill a tiger.

Meng Haoran and Gao Shi also looked at Lu You in shock, their eyes full of disbelief. This, it is true that you cannot judge a book by its cover. Just looking at it this way, who would have thought that this seemingly elegant man could actually kill a tiger.

It can be seen that the strength is really strong.

"Of course it's true, little immortal, I'm not some weak scholar, I wanted to join the army before," Lu You shook his head helplessly. Why were they looking at him like that?

Is this weird?

Can’t he learn martial arts?

"This really shocked me. I didn't believe it before. After seeing you, Senior Lu You, I still didn't believe it. However, we can't just look at the appearance of a person. You can't tell the whole story. You are really strong. In the future, you and Senior Xin Qiji can team up to fight other small countries." Li Wu couldn't help but give a thumbs up. This guy is also amazing.

The ancestors in front of the sky looked at the sky, rubbed their eyes, and patted their ears. No, they didn’t hear it wrong just now, right?

Is Lu You so great?

So what is the Song Dynasty doing? The Song Dynasty has so many good ministers, why doesn’t it use them?

Every one of them ends in regret. Don't give it to them, they need it so much.

When the people of the Song Dynasty heard that Lu You could kill a tiger, they praised him highly and called him a tiger-killing hero. They said that he was amazing because he could write poetry and kill tigers.

Lu You’s mother was so scared that she was stunned. How could her son fight a tiger?

She really didn't know this, but when she thought about what happened in the past, Lu You's mother couldn't help crying. She wondered how much suffering her son had endured.

Sky

"Senior Lu You, I offer you a toast," Li Wu said, raising his glass. "Finally, I have met a true tiger-fighting hero.

This tiger is not easy to kill. It is a large and powerful beast.

When I was reading "Water Margin" before, there was a character named Wu Song, who also killed a tiger. Many people knew about it and called him the tiger-killing hero! "

"My little immortal, you said that this book is one of the four great masterpieces of later generations. In fact, I really want to take a look at it," Lu You said. It is called a masterpiece by later generations, so it is still worth reading.

Several people also raised their glasses and started drinking.

In the barrage, many old people who have read "Water Margin" were also discussing the story of Wu Song fighting the tiger, and there was also opera, which they loved watching.

I don’t know who is more powerful between Wu Song and Lu You.

"Later, Senior Lu You wrote a poem to commemorate me: I stabbed a tiger and leaped into the air before my eyes, my white robe still stained with blood.

During this period, Mr. Lu You wrote many passionate and unrestrained patriotic poems.

However, Mr. Lu You, your military life was not long, only 8 months.

Because of the slander of the pro-peace faction in the court, you, Mr. Lu You, were dismissed from your post once again.

Those peace advocates in the Song Dynasty are really despicable. They are cowards, worse than children.

So, Senior Lu You called himself Fangweng, and grew vegetables on the banks of Huanhua Creek near Senior Du Fu's thatched cottage, while writing manifestos to hit back at those who advocated peace.

In your spare time, Mr. Lu You would play with cats. Yes, Mr. Lu You was a cat lover, you loved cats very much. You even named your cat Xiao Yu Tu, which actually means little tiger.

He even wrote more than ten poems about cats, which shows that he really likes cats.

But the little animals are really cute, and I like them too." I think most people would like cute little animals.

Like cats, but don’t want to raise them because it’s troublesome. Just want to pet cats and not take care of them. Li Wu is that kind of person.

Gao Shi and Meng Haoran looked at each other. They didn't expect that Lu You was such a big contrast. Well, it was very big. He was good at both literature and martial arts, and he also liked cute little animals.

"I really like this cat," Lu You couldn't help laughing when he thought of the cat, and he looked very gentle.

"I didn't expect Brother Wu Guan to have this hobby. It's pretty good," Meng Haoran nodded at Lu You. It seemed that Brother Wu Guan really had nothing to do at that time.

Alas, why do these literati have such a bumpy career path?