"Since you have come for my daughter, then you will each write a poem for my family."

Before Mrs. Cai could react to Cai Yong beside her, she asked questions to Sima Yi and Wei Qing, who were sitting on both sides of the next head, and when Cai Yong reacted, the words had been said by Mrs. Cai, and it was difficult to collect the water!

"Hehe, Brother Zhongdao, you come first."

Sima Yi humbly bowed his hand to Wei Qingxing, since others respect him, he can also return the gift.

"Brother Zhongda, then I'm welcome"

Wei Qing stood up and gave Sima Yi a scholarly salute, walked to the middle of the hall, and made a junior salute to Cai Yong and Mrs. Cai.

"Zhongdao is ugly"

With his hands behind his back, all eyes were on him, whether it was a servant, a host, or a guest in the hall.

Wei Qing took a step and paused, and the first line of poetry slowly came out of his mouth.

Don't bother with a room

It's not appropriate for me to be vulgar

The Zhaoyang Palace is full of love

Ji Jiang was originally an uncle and nephew

There are ears that do not wash the Yingchuan water

The love is far away, only the fragrance remains

Emilia is in late autumn

One step at a time, just seven steps, the poem is finished, and seven steps into a poem, Wei Qing is definitely a great talent.

The hall was extremely lively, and even the subordinates were whispering, and Cai Yong, who was at the top, frowned slightly.

"Please uncle connect the first word of the poem without a sentence," Wei Qing reminded him

"Good, good, good, a seven-word quatrain, Zhongdao is worthy of the title of Hedong talent"

Cai Yong nodded in praise, and his unsmiling face showed a hint of a smile.

Everyone didn't know why, and at this time, Wei Kai in the hall slowly read the first word of each poem.

"Hmm... Right... Illustrious... Imperial concubine... Yes... Feeling... Meaning"

"Hehe, the second brother became a poem in seven steps. Sure enough, it's brilliant."

10,000 grass and mud horses galloped past in his heart, Sima Yi was speechless, this is not a hidden poem...... How could this be the case, did the Tibetan poem appear so early?

When Sima Yi was thinking deeply, Wei Qing in the center of the hall had already returned to his seat.

"Brother Zhongda, it's your turn"

"Ahh What the? ”

Sima Yi didn't know why, and subconsciously asked, which caused a whole laugh in the hall.

"Brother Zhongda, it's time for you to compose a poem", Wei Qing still reminded Sima Yi in a friendly manner.

"Hehe, then I'll just sing a song nonsense, please don't laugh"

Ignoring those who were laughing, Sima Yi got up and walked to the center of the hall, shaking his hand, the folding fan in his hand spread out and shook gently, and the whole person was chic and uninhibited.

Last night's stars, last night's wind,

The west side of the painting building is the east of Guitang.

The first step out, he's pretending to be forced! There are too many people who steal other people's poems, and now they are not red and breathless.

There are no wings of the colorful phoenix,

The heart is clear.

The second step is taken, Sima Yi thinks like this, since you have become a poem in seven steps, then I will take three steps, wouldn't it be more awesome than you.

The next seat sends the hook spring wine warm,

Split Cao shot wax lamp red.

Listen to the drums and go to the official,

Go to the Malan Terrace class to turn the canopy.

As soon as this poem came out of the hall, there was silence, Sima Yi was depressed, isn't this poem good! Or are you changing it yourself? Just then, a voice broke his thoughts.

"It's a good sentence, there are no colorful phoenix wings, and the heart is a little clear."

Looking up, it turned out to be Wei Qing praising his poems, and now Wei Qing, who is a rival in love, not only is he praising him without saying anything, but Sima Yi can't help but praise Wei Qing's evaluation has risen a lot.

This is a truly open-minded man, a truly urbane man.

"Hehe, it's ugly, it's ugly", Sima Yi hurriedly and modestly saluted Wei Qing opposite.

"However, what do the last two sentences of Brother Sima mean?"

Hearing this, he broke out in a cold sweat, and said there:

"Ambition, this is my ambition for the rest of my life"

Waiting for Sima Yi to sit back in his seat, the voice of Mrs. Cai came.

"Both poems have come out, sir, you can evaluate them!"

"Hmmm! An old man's opinion, two poems have their own merits......"

When Cai Yong was about to say the two poems against his will, Wei Qing below stood up directly and said straightforwardly.

"Poetry, uncle, needless to say, I admit that it is not as good as Brother Zhongda"

If you are a scholar, you should have the arrogance of a scholar, and Wei Qing doesn't want others to be favoritial.

Cai Yong saw that Wei Qing said this, and he wanted to help him, but he had no choice but to give up.

"A poem can't say anything, my Cai Yong's son-in-law must have a good hand"

Obviously, Cai Yong is now embarrassing Sima Yi, because Wei Qing is not only good at poetry, but he also practices good handwriting, Cai Yong is favoritism.

Mrs. Cai was a little worried, he didn't know how Sima Yi's calligraphy was, but he knew how Wei Qing's calligraphy was, who didn't know Wei Qing's good handwriting in Hedong, Cai Yong applauded it back then.

"Old man......"

Mrs. Cai wanted to say something, but Cai Yong didn't care about her this time and directly instructed her subordinates:

"Go, prepare the four treasures of the study"

"Okay master, the villain will go and prepare"

Mrs. Cai had no choice but to resign herself to fate.

Although Wei Qing is upright, he is not stupid! In the future, it is better not to contradict the old man too much.

Sima Yi is angry, you dead old man always embarrass me, see if I don't slap you in the face.

Sima Yi really wants to kill this Cai Yong, girl, if it weren't for marrying your woman, I would have burned your house now.

When he was silently poisonous, the subordinates had already brought up the four treasures of the study, cleaned up, and Sima Yi had not eaten a few mouthfuls of food at all.

A piece of white and delicate rice paper is spread on the desk, accounting for most of the desk.

On the right is the finest black ink, which has been sharpened, and a row of top-notch brushes hang from the pen holder.

On the opposite desk, the four treasures of the study room are also exactly the same.

"Alright, let's get started! Just write the poem you have just written."

Sima Yi lifted a brush of suitable size on the pen stand, and the tip of the pen was stained with thick black ink in the inkstone, so he put the pen on the rice paper, opened and closed it widely.

Write straight down from the right, last night's stars and last night's wind...... The square and dense structure of the words jumped on the paper.

Sima Yi used to write and practice at home when he had nothing to do in his previous life, and he once felt that calligraphy was an intangible treasure of China.

A quarter of an hour later, both sides put away their pens at the same time, and the fan pinned to their waists reappeared in their hands, and with a shake of their hands, the fan unfolded.

Wei Qing on the opposite side was very covetous of the never-before-seen fan in Sima Yi's hand, which was simply a must-have for literati and scholars.

"Please also appreciate it, uncle", Wei Qing gently picked up the rice paper on the table and walked to Cai Yong's table.

Cai Yong read it carefully on the rice paper, and after a while, a rare smile appeared on his old-fashioned face.

"Hehe, Zhongdao, your calligraphy has improved again, and you're about to catch up with us old guys."

Cai Yong: This is true, as long as Wei Qing can create a font, then his calligraphy realm can be regarded as a generation of grandmasters.

"Uncle, I still have a lot to learn from you."

Wei Qing just smiled with a very restrained smile after Cai Yong praised him.

After reading Wei Qing's calligraphy, it was time for Sima Yi, he was very unhappy with Cai Yong's partiality just now, so he just sat there and ignored Cai Yong.

Hum! What about your generation of Confucianism, others respect you, that's someone else's business, you don't look down on me as a son-in-law, I don't recognize you as a father-in-law!

-To be continued