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So Xiahou Nan nodded: "Zidan's proposal is good, I have no opinion." ”

Then he looked around at the crowd: "Do you have any ideas?" ”

Cao Zhen and Xiahou Nan have already made up their minds, where else can they have any ideas, Xiahou Nan's question is just a matter of personnel. I didn't expect anyone to really answer him.

So after a while, Xiahou Nan nodded: "Then we will limit ourselves to one stick of incense, and Zhongquan and you and Zidan need to write your poems within one stick of incense." When the time comes, let's sort out the advantages and disadvantages together. ”

Everyone nodded.

Cao Zhen let out a long breath on his face at this time.

Because the poem that Lu Ye gave him was about the battlefield conquest. Now that the goal has been achieved, the heart is even more ecstatic. But in order not to look abnormal, Cao Zhen of course still frowned and kept thinking.

After a long time, when Xiahouba wrote a poem, Cao Zhen was still frowning.

Lu Ye and Cao Fu on this side also frowned.

"Why hasn't Brother Zhen written that poem for so long?" Cao Fu's heart was in turmoil at this time, and he was a little anxious.

Lu Ye also felt a little strange: "Could it be that Cheng Zidan didn't remember it?" Still remembering? ”

Cao Fu said with a bitter face: "It doesn't seem that this possibility is impossible, Brother Zhen has never come to study, and it's not surprising that he can't remember." ”

Lu Ye spread his hands: "If that's the case, then there's nothing I can do." ”

But Lu Ye always felt that it shouldn't be so simple. Cao Zhen, that guy, can't even remember these few lines of poetry, right?

At this time, Lu Ye glanced at it, and saw a cheap smile on the corner of Cao Zhen's mouth, and his heart sank, and he sighed.

didn't give this guy an Oscar, he was really wronged!

So he comforted Cao Fu and said: "Things may not be as bad as you think, I think Cao Zhen should still be somewhat sure." It's just a pretense for now, and you'll know when the time comes! ”

"Really?"

"Isn't it true or not necessarily cooked?"

At this time when Cao Fu and Lu Ye were talking, Xiahou Nan's side over there was also constantly touting the poem written by Xiahou Ba at this time, as if there was no pair on the ground.

"This poem is beautifully written with affection."

"I can't help but vividly describe all the hardships of those battlefield battles."

"Well written!"

While touting Xiahou Ba, of course, he did not forget to ridicule Cao Zhen.

"Why Cao Zidan, you've been thinking about it for so long, and you haven't put pen to paper yet? Could it be that there is no ink in the chest and cannot put pen to paper? ”

"Hahaha, I thought you dared to come up and challenge, you should be a little sure in your heart, but I didn't expect it to be like this."

"It's better to go down sooner, so as not to be ashamed!"

"When the time comes, everyone's faces won't look good."

……

……

Cao Zhen's eyes narrowed slightly, obviously not paying much attention to these words.

"Bring pen and paper!" Cao Zhen speculated slightly, now should be the time to show his skills.

Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, I think that's it.

Hearing this, everyone's laughter not only did not stop, but became louder.

"Cao Zidan, Cao Zidan, don't just write a few words and tell me what kind of bullshit poetry it is."

"That's it, you have also read Brother Zhongquan's poems, they are so beautiful, even if you write them, you may not be able to compare them, I advise you to give up as soon as possible."

"If you lose this one, you will have an end. Don't make a mistake and hate it for eternity. ”

……

"Bring pen and paper!" Cao Zhen didn't bother to pay attention to these noises at all.

Immediately, a servant brought a pen and paper, and these gentlemen could taunt each other and not care about each other. But these subordinates don't have the courage to do so.

Cao Zhen took the pen and paper, rolled up his sleeves, and looked like he was doing a big job.

Lu Ye on the side twitched, where did he not know that Cao Zhen was going to start pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

The first sentence is written in the middle of the big opening and closing.

"The black clouds are pressing down on the city and the city is about to urge, and the light of the armor is open to the sun."

Just the first sentence, the majestic momentum is coming.

This poem is the famous Yanmen Taishou line of the poet Li He, which is the ancient style of Yuefu, and it is even more appropriate to take it out at this moment!

Everyone talked a lot, and they were a little surprised.

But there are still people who say the opposite: "What kind of is written here." ”

"I don't understand it at all."

"It was said that the black clouds were pressing down on the city, why is there a sun in the back?"

"It's out of tune!"

While they were talking, the second sentence was written at this time.

"The sound of horns fills the sky with autumn colors, stuffed with swallow fat and night purple."

They can't tell whether this poem is good or bad, but Xiahou Ba and Xiahou Mao are not people like them who are uninformed.

The two looked at each other, a little puzzled.

Such verses are not like Cao Zhen could have written. No, it's not that it's not like it, but it's not possible at all!

At the same time, the third sentence surfaced.

"Half a roll of red flags is in the water, and the frost is heavy and the cold is not sound."

Cao Zhen didn't buy Guanzi, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and wrote the last sentence by the way.

"Repay the king's will on the golden platform, and carry the jade dragon to die for the king."

At this point, Cao Zhencai put down the pen in his hand and turned his head to look at Cao Fu and Lu Ye.

The content of the poem had already been read aloud by the subordinates on one side, and of course Xiahouba and the others heard it in their ears at this time.

Xiahou Mao frowned: "How can you ...... like this." ”

Dong He on the side couldn't help but grow his mouth, such a poem, if it was written by himself, it would be fine, just Cao Zhen, Qiu Ba, what ability can write such a poem?

Lu Ye pouted slightly in his heart.

thought that such a seven-word poem was not until Cao Pi's Yan Gexing officially handed down the seven-word poem. But the rhyme doesn't quite rhyme.

And who is Li He?

The four masters of the early Tang Dynasty, the poets and poets, such as the stars. Even so, Li He was able to leave a name from it.

It can be seen that Li He's ability is not small.

Poetry flourished in the Tang Dynasty and had already reached its peak. Using Li He's poems to make it feel like a high school student bullying a child.

"How, have you ever decided the winner?" Cao Zhen didn't pay attention to the nonsense of the others, but directly fell his eyes on Xiahou Ba and Xiahou Mao.

Before Xiahou Ba and Xiahou Mao could speak, the people around them were already boiling.

Of course, they are accusing Cao Zhen.

Cao Fu was about to step forward to say something, but was stopped by Lu Ye with a hand.

"Don't worry, he'll take care of it." In such a thing, Lu Ye still has confidence in Cao Zhen.