Chapter Twelve: There Are Thieves

  Qin Feng finished reciting the last paragraph, bowed and returned to his original position. Seeing everyone's expression, he knew that this time was a success, and in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, he had gained fame, and with some more talent, he could seize territory.

  He glanced at Xun Yu beside him and thought: What a capable person! Follow me, I will never treat you like Cao Cao did...

  The garden fell silent for a moment...

  "It's really too beautiful, I can only sigh in admiration!"

  "Her shoulders are like a knife cut, her waist is like a twisted rope, her hair is piled high on her head, her eyebrows are long and curved, her lips are bright red and moist, her teeth are white and shiny. I seem to have already seen the appearance of the King of Chu's goddess daughter, truly an extraordinary beauty, enough to overthrow a city!"

  "Qin Feng Qin Zi Jin, just relying on this poem, tomorrow at this time, his name will spread throughout Luoyang City, it's really enviable!" The literati all sighed in admiration for a good poem.

  Qin Feng said you still have some imagination, isn't Wenji a stunning beauty, a national treasure?

  Xun Yu's view was different, he listened very deeply. His long-cherished wish had always been to use his own ability to assist the Han dynasty, let the people live and work in peace and contentment, and restore the Great Han to its prosperity and flourishing state of the time of Emperor Wu of Han. From the poem, he heard Qin Feng's helplessness towards worldly affairs, as well as a hint of sadness and indignation.

  This is also a talented person who has not been met, wanting to show off his ambitions, Xun Yu had the intention of cherishing and appreciating Qin Feng.

  Qin Feng would be overjoyed if he knew what Xun Yu was thinking at this moment. This is indeed a beautiful misunderstanding, and the poem does have the sentiment of having talent but not being able to use it, and showing off one's ambitions. But that was Cao Zhi being suppressed by his older brother Cao Pi, and being forced out.

  "Zi Jin Da Cai, Wen Ruo Zi Kui Bu Ru!" Xun Yu said, raising his cup.

  "Wenruo has the talent to govern the world and the ability to save the country, this good life of the people is on Wenruo's shoulders, more than Zijin!" Qin Feng's flattering words were thrown away for nothing.

  Xun Yu's hand trembled slightly as he raised his cup, and a hint of unusual color flashed in his eyes. This person can actually see through my thoughts, maybe he thinks so too. Xun Yu covered it up and smiled: "Brother Zi Jin is joking."

  Another beautiful misunderstanding.

  Awesome, hurry up and call the master, I can't wait! Qin Feng caught a glimpse of something unusual in Xun Yu's eyes, but he also knew that the timing was not yet ripe, so he raised his cup to toast and drank a full cup.

  Xun Yu had a feeling that Qin Feng was a great talent, and seeing that he also knew his own thoughts, they sympathized with each other. He thought of helping him out and stood up to say: "Please ask Mr. Cai and the seniors to evaluate these four people for me."

  Cai Yong was the master of contemporary literature, and his handwritten six classics were erected on stone tablets at Taixue. It's not an exaggeration to say that he is the teacher of all literati in the world. With his comments, his reputation spread far and wide. Moreover, there were also Zhonglang Jiang Lu Zhi, Jingzhao Yin Yang Bi, and one of the nine ministers, Ma Rong, who later became prominent officials ranking alongside the Three Dukes.

  "Brother Boji, I think Qin Feng's poem is not ordinary. He should be the champion of this literary meeting." Lu Zhi said. The more he looked at Qin Feng, the more pleasing to his eyes. If this young man practiced martial arts, he would definitely be a top contender. A generation of Confucian generals, how many years has it been since the great Han dynasty had one?

  "Bo Ji, I also agree with Qin Zi Jin." Yang Bi stroked his beard, his eyes shining with spirit. If this Qin Zi Jin were to be pulled into the family, hmm, which of my nieces is still unmarried? I'll have to think about it carefully when I get back.

  "Brother Boji, Qinzi Jin's talent is overflowing, he should enter the imperial court with his talents. If there's an opportunity, we should recommend him." Ma Riqi indeed entered the imperial court with his talents and saw that Qin Feng had a good literary style, so he had the intention of recommending virtuous officials to the imperial court.

  Cai Yong nodded slightly. He was the master of contemporary literature, and others were still somewhat inferior to him. The final decision-making power was still in his hands.

  Qin Feng whispered a word of shame, in his view, he was from eighteen hundred years later, not using some classics of the future, it's really sorry for this time-traveling lottery. He made up his mind that from now on, he would not only steal knowledge from the future but also steal technology and common sense.

  Using the knowledge of later generations to dig up the talents, beauties, and territories of the Eastern Han Dynasty, who knows if we can even get the world... Thinking of this, Qin Feng couldn't help but feel a thrill, is there really such an opportunity?

  Xun Yu saw Qin Feng deep in thought, and thinking he was worried about the ranking of this examination, softly said: "Brother Zi Jin, don't worry, I guarantee with my life that tomorrow your name will spread throughout the capital of Great Han!"

  Then let's borrow Wen Ruo's auspicious words and visit each other another day. We'll drink and talk happily, discussing the affairs of the world! Qin Feng said, raising his cup.

  "My younger brother will surely come to welcome you with inverted shoes." Xun Yu followed with a raised cup.

  In Qin Feng's view, the most important thing in a chaotic world is talent. As the saying goes, it's easy to get thousands of soldiers, but hard to find a good general. Cao Cao had only 20,000-30,000 men, but defeated Yuan Shao's hundreds of thousands, all because he had great talents like Xun Yu to assist him. "Cao Cao! Who knows where you're hanging out now? I heard that when you were young, you weren't a good guy, haha..." Qin Feng thought to himself as he drank his wine.

  Cai Yong sank into thought for a moment before standing up, and everyone's eyes immediately converged on him.

  Isn't this young man's "Ode to the Goddess of Luo" actually about his daughter? Cai Yong couldn't help but feel a little worried. But he was a fair person, and Qin Feng's ode was truly beautiful, surpassing everyone else was an undeniable fact. So he said: "In this literary gathering, Qin Feng's 'Ode to the Goddess of Luo' deserves first place."

  The obvious result, everyone has long been aware of it, and a burst of applause erupted. The simple literati, good poetry is just good poetry, sincere praise without any pretentiousness. Through this literary gathering, Qin Feng's reputation for his outstanding talent gradually spread out.

  Cao Zhi, I'm sorry to you. Qin Feng couldn't help but think when he was accepting congratulations from everyone.

  ……

  Cai Yan returned to her boudoir...

  Xiao Lan'er chased after her and said with a lingering tone: "Miss, miss, why did you come back? Mr. Qin's poem was great, unfortunately I didn't get to hear the end."

  I delight in her elegant beauty, but my heart is stirred and not pleased. There is no good matchmaker to bring us together, so I entrust the gentle waves with my words... Cai Yan, as clever as ice and snow, had already remembered the poem from earlier. Now recalling it, she thought: looking at Qin's gaze, was he talking about me? Cai Yan's face turned red, her ears burning, her heart startled - could it be that he had long since loved someone else, and was speaking of another person?!

  Cai Yan is not self-absorbed, but her heart has already been half given to Qin Feng, and Qin Feng also has affectionate feelings, it's inevitable that she would think this poem is about herself.

  "Miss, what's wrong with you? If there's something on your mind, tell me." said Xiaolan.

  "You, you little girl don't understand anything." Cai Yan flicked her sleeve and sat down.

  "Heh heh, I naturally understand that the young lady is thinking of Mr. Qin. Mr. Qin's 'Loshen Fu' today has surpassed even Xun Yu and Kong Rong, those famous scholars in Luoyang." Little Lan'er had been following the young lady for over a decade, how could she not know her mistress's thoughts? She thought to herself that she should put in more effort to bring this marriage together.

  At this time a maid outside the door respectfully said: "Miss, the water has been boiled and you can take a bath now."

  Every day Miss would bathe and change clothes, only today was a bit late. Xiao Lan took out new clothes from the closet and followed Cai Yan to the bathroom.

  The Wen Hui in the front yard also fell down the curtain in the night color. After sending away all the people, Qin Feng returned to his own courtyard.

  "Mr. Qin!"

  "Mr. Qin!" The servants they met along the way saluted with reverence, and in their hearts, Qin Feng was no longer just a simple accountant, but a talented and admirable man.

  "Hello, hello." Qin Feng replied kindly, which moved these servants deeply. Because talented scholars are all proud, would they ask for the well-being of an illiterate poor commoner?

  Qin Feng used his unique charm as a modern person to infect the ancient people around him.

  He returned to his room, closed the door, and finally couldn't help but burst out laughing. For him, tonight was truly too successful, not only did he make a name for himself, but also made friends with someone as impressive as Xun Yu. In the future, if he could win over Wenji's heart, Cao Cao would be left in the dust. "And then there's Miss Wenji, I should be closer to winning her heart now, right?" Qin Feng couldn't help but think.

  It was late at night, and Qin Feng was tossing and turning on his bed, unable to fall asleep. Through this literary meeting, he had gained enough confidence. In his opinion, coming to the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, transcending thousands of years of knowledge was the biggest trump card.

  What about the future? Find a place, gather a few talented people, as long as you can use them well, you can stand firm in a chaotic world. Qin Feng from later generations knew that as a superior, it's not necessary to be particularly powerful yourself, as long as you can grasp the pulse of this era and recruit a batch of talented scholars, reasonable use is enough.

  To have a strategic vision, who in this era can compare with Qin Feng from a thousand years later? As for tactics, of course, there are people to execute them.

  Since he has come to this era, he must do something big. Even if he fails and dies, he wants to leave his name in the history of later generations. Qin Feng Qin Zi Jin, is a pioneer or a sacrifice... Everything will have to wait until the Yellow Turban Rebellion, because that is the beginning of the great chaos under heaven...

  Qin Feng was tired from thinking and felt drowsy.

  "Thief!"

  "Thief! Catch the thief!" At this time, a loud shout came from outside.

  He instantly became wide awake, jumped out of bed, put on his clothes and went outside. As soon as he opened the door, several servants rushed over and asked anxiously: "What's going on?"

  "It's Mr. Qin! A little thief was caught stealing and is now running towards the young lady's residence!" The summoned house servant hastily said

  "We can't let the thief disturb Miss, come on and chase after him!" Qin Feng led the servants to continue chasing.

  He ran to the front of Cai Yan's courtyard and saw a figure nimbly climbing onto the roof.