"Sir, please speak!"

Cao Cao was in a good mood at the moment, and said with a smile,

"Don't say one, a hundred can be discussed."

Yang Ling smiled and explained,

"My subordinates have lost their relatives since they were young, so they don't have a name until they become adults."

"Please also ask the prime minister to choose a font name for his subordinates!"

The ancients believed that names were given by parents, and only elders could call them by their first names.

It would be very rude for a person of his generation to call him by his first name.

Therefore, most of them will take another font size after the crown salute to facilitate the name of others.

But Yang Ling came through and never got a name.

When others call him, they all call him by his name, which seems a little awkward.

So he took this opportunity to ask Cao Cao to help him get a name.

"I thought it was something big."

Cao Cao stroked his beard with a smile, pondered for a moment, and said,

"Mr. is so angry, why don't you just call Ziyi?"

Yi refers to beyond the ordinary, outstanding meaning, with Yang Ling's intelligence, with Ziyi is the most suitable.

"Thank you Prime Minister for the name!"

Yang Ling also gladly accepted.

"Congratulations to Mr. Ziyi!"

Xun Yu and Feng Xiao also stepped forward to congratulate.

You know, there are few people who can let Cao Cao personally take the font number!

……

Cao Cao had not yet defeated Yuan Shao and unified the north, so in order to avoid extraneous branches, the official school and the imperial examination system were put on hold for the time being.

But this did not prevent Yang Ling from promoting paper first.

On this day, he called Zhao Yun and prepared to leave the mansion.

There were dozens of escorts accompanying them, looking majestic, and everywhere they went, the people retreated.

Yang Ling suddenly cried and laughed,

"Zilong, let's just say...... There's no need for such a big show, right? ”

"Big brother, don't blame me for this, it's the prime minister's request."

Zhao Yun looked innocent.

After being assassinated last time, Cao Cao asked Zhao Yun to protect Yang Ling.

In just two or three days, Zhao Yun selected three hundred strong soldiers from the army to serve as Yang Ling's guards.

"Okay."

Boss Cao was also kind-hearted, and Yang Ling naturally couldn't say anything.

Soon they arrived at Cao Zhi's mansion.

After making clear the intention, the subordinate went in to report.

After a while, Cao Zhi trotted all the way and came out to greet him in person.

"Why is Mr. Ziyi so free today, and he will come to visit you?"

Cao Zhi was a little flattered.

Since that day's poetry meeting, Yang Ling has also become famous in the Xudu literary circle.

It's just a pity that after that, Yang Ling never participated in the poetry meeting again.

This can't help but Cao Zhi and other talented and beautiful people sigh.

"Don't hide it, Zijian Gongzi, I came to the door today to ask for something."

Yang Ling said with a smile.

"Isn't that joking, sir? Now that Mr. is a general with five senses, how can you ask me for help? ”

Cao Zhi welcomed Yang Ling into the lobby, sat opposite each other, and quipped.

"This matter has to be built by Zi Jiangongzi."

"Oh? Sir, please speak, but if I can do it, I will not shirk! ”

Cao Zhi patted his chest and said.

"In a few days, Childe will hold a poetry meeting again, right?"

"Yes, it does."

Cao Zhi nodded, his eyes lit up, and he smiled ambiguously,

"Sir, do you want to participate? If that were the case, I would have called a few young ladies to go there. ”

"After reading Mr.'s "Luo Shen Fu", they have infinite love for Mr.!"

I didn't expect to have a group of fan girls so soon?

Yang Ling's heart was happy, but on the surface, he shook his head righteously,

"No, I have something else to do."

As he spoke, he asked Zhao Yun to take out a thick stack of books and place them in front of Cao Zhi.

Cao Zhi took a few copies with some confusion and flipped through them casually.

But in the next second, his eyes were fixed on these books, and he couldn't take his eyes off them.

"You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning.

You don't see Gao Tang Mingjing's sad white hair, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk......"

"I am born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone......"

"There will be times when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea......"

"There is a high standard of six dragons returning to the sun, and there is a rushing wave and reversing the return to Sichuan......"

Every line of this poem is so domineering and exposed, it can be regarded as a masterpiece that has been recited through the ages.

"These ...... It's all done by Mr.? ”

Cao Zhi's eyes widened, and his voice trembled a little!

"Yes, it's all for me."

Yang Ling said sorry to Li Taibai ten times in his heart, and then responded without blushing and heartbeat.

"Sir is very talented, I really admire him!"

Cao Zhi really didn't know how to praise Yang Ling.

Ordinary people can make such a poem, and they can already be regarded as talents.

Yang Ling took out so much at once, it was simply a monster!

But after being surprised, he was a little puzzled and said,

"Why are most of the poems written by Mr. seven-character ......?"

"Childe doesn't know, whether it is poetry and songs, it should be inclusive, which is why it is broad and profound."

Yang Ling said with a smile.

Of course, he will not admit that he only remembers Li Bai's poems.

"What the gentleman said is very short-sighted."

Cao Zhi's face was solemn, and he saluted Yang Ling, and then said,

"What does Sir want me to help me with?"

"I want you to be on top of the poetry club and help me sell these books."

Yang Ling said with a smile.

"Selling books?"

Cao Zhi was stunned again, and said cautiously,

"With Mr.'s current situation, there shouldn't be a shortage of money to spend, right?"

"It's small, Childe's pattern is too small."

Yang Ling shook his head with a smile and came up with his plans one by one.

He had already set up a printing house and bookstore in advance, and he planned to use Cao Zhi's poetry club to promote books made of paper.

Only in this way can we lay a solid foundation for the future imperial examination system.

That's why he's cheeky enough to steal ...... Well, for the sake of Li Taibai's poems.

How can the business of a scholar be called stealing?

After listening to this, Cao Zhi was in awe.

"I didn't expect Mr. to have such lofty ideals, I'm really ashamed!"

"Please rest assured, sir, it is my duty to do this!"

Yang Ling put his mind at ease and said with a smile,

"Then thank you Childe!"

……

Due to the cold weather, the poetry meeting originally held in the suburbs was moved to Cao Zhi's mansion.

A few days later, a group of talented and beautiful people in Xudu City gathered together.

Seeing that the people were almost there, Cao Zhi slowly walked up to the stage and chuckled,

"Before today's poetry meeting begins, I have another thing to tell you."

Everyone was a little curious, and waited quietly for him to announce the matter.

"A few days ago, the author of Luo Shenfu, that is, Mr. Ziyi, the middle of the five senses, launched a new poem."

"It just so happens that with the help of today's poetry meeting, everyone can see and understand."

As soon as these words came out, there was a commotion in everyone!

Don't look at the past for so long, but the name of "Luo Shen Fu" is still loud.

Not only can everyone in the Xudu literary circle recite it, but it has even spread to Guanzhong, Jiangnan and other regions.