"Do you still call your father? What should I shout? Cao Cao smiled.

"Father... Father. Guo Zhao shouted in panic.

"Pi'er..."Mrs. Bian reminded Cao Pi in a low voice.

After Guo Zhao thanked him, Cao Cao looked at Cao Pi with joy, and Cao Pi felt his father's eyes and his mother's shouts, so he was relieved. Since Guo Zhao has been ordered, can he shirk it again? If he had the heart to inherit the great ambition, he could not disobey his father. So, he stood up, straightened his back, swallowed his saliva, and said with difficulty: "Son, thank you father." ”

"Haha, good, good. This marriage will trouble Mrs. Cao Cao said to Mrs. Bian.

"What did you say? Pi'er, Zhao'er are all my children, and the concubine should be responsible for this. "Mrs. Bian gave a salute.

Immediately afterwards, Cao Zhi stood up to toast Cao Pi and Guo Zhao: "Today is the festive season, and my father has facilitated a beautiful conversation, which is a double happiness." The younger brother first toasted his brother and prospective sister-in-law with a cup, wishing his brother and sister-in-law to grow old together, give birth to a noble son early, and let his father hold a big fat grandson earlier. ”

"Hehe, this kid Zhi'er just can talk." Cao Cao smiled from ear to ear and pointed at Cao Zhi, but his face couldn't hide his doting. Compared with his eldest son Cao Pi, he is still a more blue-eyed son of Cao Zhi, of course, his favorite is Cao Chong.

"Thank you, brother." Cao Pi raised his wine glass and poured it down.

"Thank you to the third prince (Cao Cao's third son)." Guo Zhao also raised his glass.

"I said Zhi'er, you haven't paid a cup to your father yet." Cao Cao was a little unhappy.

The father taught him that the boy was happy for his brother, and when he was negligent, he asked his father to blame him. Boy, give your father a drink, father, do it! Cao Zhi drank it all proudly.

Cao Cao also drank it in a big gulp, hissed happily, put down the wine glass, and looked at Cao Zhi with a smile: "Okay, since you say that you are to blame, then you are not welcome to be a father." Zhi'er's poems are my father's favorite to hear. With such a good atmosphere today, Zhi'er will write poems to help the fun. ”

These poems and texts were brought by Cao Zhi easily, and it was difficult for him to compose poems a little. Cao Zhi smiled, stood up and bowed, and then said, "Father commands, and the child does it." Rong Father gave the child another glass of wine. ”

"A glass of wine, is it enough?" Cao Cao asked with his mouth open.

"Definitely." Cao Zhi's words are conclusive, and he already has an article in his mind, but he needs to polish it again.

"Haha, good, good. That's the Father, wait and see. Cao Cao slapped the table and smiled from ear to ear.

Cao Zhi picked up a bamboo chopstick, knocked on the wine glass a few times from time to time, frowned, and was concentrating on brewing. Cao Cao had a smile in his eyes, raised his wine glass and snorted, no more than the beginning of the quick drink, he slowed down a little, still deliberately favoring and sheltering his son.

I heard another clang, and the bamboo chopsticks fell on the wine glass, which was louder than the previous ones, as if to call 'this matter has been decided, this poem has been completed'.

When Cao Cao heard his son's voice, he also understood the meaning of his voice, and he was overjoyed and looked forward to it. At the same time, he also finished drinking a glass of wine, and deliberately placed the wine glass on the table, which also made a crisp sound, attracting the attention of those present. His face pretended to be serious: "Because my father has finished drinking this cup, can Zhi'er compose a poem?" If not, the Father will punish you..."

"The child will never break his word, and the child will be ugly." Cao Zhi arched his fist, began to walk to the hall, and paced by himself.

Cao Zhi stepped forward, smoothed the silk scattered on his chest, shook his head and smiled and said, "Put the wine in the high hall, and let me follow." The Chinese kitchen runs a rich meal, cooks sheep and slaughters fat cows. Qin Zheng is generous, Qi Se is gentle and gentle. Yang A plays a strange dance, and Jingluo is famous. Happy to drink the three lords, slowly with shame. The lord is called a thousand golden longevity, and the guest is rewarded for ten thousand years. It must not be forgotten for a long time, and it is especially important in the end. Humble and gentlemanly virtue, what do you want. The wind is blowing in the day, and the scenery is flowing westward. The heyday will not come again, and a hundred years will be over. Survive in the Huawu place, scattered to the hills. ”

The audience was carefully reminiscing and appreciating, and they all listened to it for a while. Cao Zhi paused, stopped, turned around abruptly, looked at the man on the high platform, and looked at him. Cao Zhi smiled with his eyebrows, and then told the last sentence: "The ancestors who don't die, why worry about their fate?" ”

At this moment, Cao Cao looked at his son and felt that he was suave and graceful, with a brilliant literary style, quite his own style back then. Not only that, but his whole body seemed to be radiated with light, and this light pierced him a little bit. Cao Cao once sighed that 'giving birth to a son should be like Sun Zhongmou', but in his heart, he always felt that his son was the best in the world.

Everyone was silent, until Xiao Cao Chong clapped his hands and exclaimed: "Okay! The poems written by the third brother are wonderful! Chong'er was taught. ”

"yes, that's good. The three sons are young and talented, and they are in the same vein as the prime minister. Everyone else agreed.

"Haha, good, good." Cao Cao applauded again and again, and his pride was beyond words.

"The last line of Zhi'er's poem is very popular. From ancient times to the present day, who can not die? Now that we know that fate is like this, what is there to worry about? You say, 'Don't you?' Cao Cao said happily.

"Yes, yes...", there was another echo.

"The father is right, or the father understands the child." Cao Zhi bowed.

"Is there any father in this world who does not know his own son? Zhi'er's poems are getting more and more sophisticated. Come on, reward! Rewarded to Zhi'er 'Cai Yong's calligraphy', that is Cai Yong (a famous calligrapher in the Three Kingdoms period) of the authentic handwriting, for the father to get it with great difficulty, now only his daughter Cai Wenji has collected a few pairs. ”

"The boy thanked his father!" Cao Zhi was overjoyed, and hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed. It's not that I don't care about that rare copybook, the key is that it can be seen from this copybook how much Cao Cao values him.

Cao Cao flicked his sleeves and made him sit down. waved at Cao Chong again, squinted and smiled: "Chong'er, come." ”

Xiao Cao Chong tied two cupola buns, and the milk doll ran crookedly with broken steps, but fortunately there was a nurse and maid behind him, and the picture made people laugh. Xiao Cao Chong threw himself into Cao Cao's arms and shouted in a milky voice: "Daddy." ”

"Ouch." Cao Cao was bumped into Cao Chong's arms, hugged Xiao Cao Chong and sat on his lap, in a good mood, staring at the little son in his arms: "My Chong'er seems to have grown up a lot, why is he blushing?" ”

Cao Chong is Cao Cao's old man, and Cao Chong is talented and intelligent, so he is loved and cherished by Cao Cao. If nothing else, Cao Cao's undecided throne is basically Xiao Cao Chong. There is another reason why Cao Cao dotes on this little son, Cao Chong's biological mother, Mrs. Huan, looks a little similar to Xiang Xia, Cao Chong inherited his mother's beauty, and her eyebrows and eyes are also a little similar... He could see her shadow in Chong'er, and Chong'er's clever wisdom was the same as hers. No one knew about this, not even Cao Cao himself. Since he appeared, he has been even more fond of this little son, as if he will feel better in this way and get some comfort.

Cao Cao retracted his thoughts, and saw that Xiao Cao Chong's face was flushed, his eyes were blurred, his mouth was small, and there seemed to be a looming body on his body... Alcohol. Cao Cao frowned, touched Xiao Cao Chong's forehead, was slightly hot, and asked unhappily, "Is Chong'er drinking?" ”

"Cheng... The Prime Minister forgives sins. The nurse hurriedly knelt down.

Cao Cao was about to speak, but Xiao Cao Chong spoke first to persuade: "Daddy, don't blame Niangniang and Mustache, I saw that Daddy and my brothers were drinking, so I wanted to drink too." The mother had no choice but to help me make the milk wine. ”

"Thinking about drinking at a young age, I really deserve to be my son of Cao Mengde." Cao Cao listened to Xiao Cao Chong's voice, his heart softened, how could he be willing to be tempered?

"But Chong'er is still young, and he can't drink alcohol yet. When Chong'er grows up, Daddy will take you to drink the best wine in the world. Cao Cao looked doting, and kissed Xiao Cao Chong's face with a slag.

"Hee-hee..."Cao Chong was tickled by his beard and laughed. pushed Cao Cao away again and played with Cao Cao's beard: "Then don't blame Daddy for the mother and the mustache." ”

"Okay, according to you, Daddy doesn't blame them." Cao Cao's request to Cao Chong was responsive.

The nurse and the maid breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly retreated, and Mrs. Huan felt a little unreasonable when she saw her son playing with her husband's beard above the hall. She reminded softly: "Chong'er, Chong'er, don't move Daddy..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Cao Cao: "Eh, it's okay." It's a family banquet today, and there are not so many etiquettes. Chong'er, Chong'er just said that the third brother's poem is good, Chong'er and say, where is the poem? ”

Xiao Cao Chong rolled his black eyes, thought for a while, and replied in a milky voice: "The third brother's poem seems to be about banquets, songs and dances, but in fact, it is not complete. As the third brother's poem said, the banquet ended with a heart-to-heart conversation between the guests and the host, and the host took a thousand taels of gold as a small gift for the birthday of the people, but the guests were disrespectful, and the dedication of the heartfelt reply "May the prince live forever without borders", and did not forget to pay tribute to the host again and again before leaving, and never forgot the friendship and oath of the past. The guests and hosts know how to maintain the humility of a gentleman, the guests know that they are not gentlemen, and the host believes that they are not gentlemen, which shows that the lord is a virtuous lord and the guests are guests. Just like today's feast, my father, like all my uncles, is a gentleman's friend, not a pig friend and a dog friend. ”

Cao Chong's words made the generals in the hall nod their heads in agreement. The words had just ended, and without waiting for Cao Cao's voice, they couldn't wait to echo and compete for loyalty: "The words of the little prince really speak to our hearts, and our sincerity to the lord can be seen from the sun and the moon!" ”

Cao Cao was even happier when he heard this, if he is like this, this life is not in vain! He touched Xiao Cao Chong's head and nodded with satisfaction: "Chong'er is only at such an age, and he has such an epiphany and talent, which is much better than your brothers!" ”

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