Chapter 8: Writing Poetry
"I ...... You, you rebel, what nonsense are you talking about, do you want to be angry with your father! Cao Cao said angrily.
With Cao Cao's rage, the atmosphere in the entire room became depressed at this moment.
As for Cao Zhi, after seeing Cao Cao so out of shape.
At this time, he also knew that this was a big game.
So he hurriedly said:
"Where did the father say this, the child was just drunk, and please don't take it to heart to the father!"
"Besides, isn't the child worried about Zhen Mi......"
"You ......"
Seeing that Cao Zhi was about to lead the topic to Zhen Mi again.
Thinking that Cao Zhi mentioned Zhen Mi again, then this marriage is absolutely yellow.
As soon as he thought of this, Cao Cao hurriedly interrupted Cao Zhi's play, and then said:
"I told you a long time ago not to drink that cat urine all the time, but you just don't listen, look at what you have become now!"
After saying this, Cao Cao turned to Cui Yan again.
Facing Cui Yan's iron-blue face, Cao Cao said:
"The inferior son is messing around, please don't mind Ji Jue!"
"Heh, hehe......"
Faced with Cao Cao's overtures, Cui Yan could only use a dry smile to hide his dissatisfaction at this time.
At the same time, looking at Cao Zhi's eyes, he also changed from his previous appreciation to deep disdain.
"I, Nima, who is this old man, dare to despise me!"
"Don't you know that you are begging for food under Boss Cao now, do you understand the rules of survival in the workplace!"
Seeing Cui Yan's undisguised dissatisfaction with himself, Cao Zhi was also a little angry at this time.
Although I said that I was a little out of tune just now.
But my identity is here.
Even if this old man is dissatisfied with himself, you can't put it on your face!
In an instant, Cao Zhi's first impression of Cui Yan was extremely bad.
Cui Yan's dissatisfaction with Cao Zhi, Cao Cao naturally saw it in his eyes.
In order to redeem Cao Zhi's impression in Cui Yan's heart.
Cao Cao suddenly laughed:
"Ji Jue, although my son doesn't look good, his literary talent is still good!"
"Zijian, don't you often make poems on weekdays, it just so happens that you, Uncle Cui, are poets."
"If you have a chance today, you can take out your poems and let your Uncle Cui appreciate them!"
While talking, Cao Cao also winked at Cao Zhi.
Cao Cao's meaning is obvious.
I just want Cao Zhi to use poetry to change his impression in Cui Yan's heart.
"Poetry?"
Listening to Cao Cao's words, Cao Zhi was instantly happy.
After all, for the traverser, it is not too simple to carry poetry.
As a liberal arts student, Cao Zhi has many poems in his mind.
And every poem that can be recorded in the education system has been tested by history.
Thinking of this, Cao Zhi immediately searched for the corresponding poems in his mind.
As for Cui Yan, after hearing Cao Cao play a round.
At this time, although it is difficult for him to refuse.
But thinking of Cao Zhi's previous "frivolous" words and deeds, Cui Yan snorted coldly, and then looked at Cao Zhi with straight eyes.
It seems to say, "What good poems can you make with this little girl!" ”
"I, Nima, am unbearable!"
watched Cui Yan show his disdain for himself again and again.
Cao Zhi immediately gave up the idea of being a good baby.
Then under the gaze of Cao Cao and Cui Yan, Cao Zhi smiled and said:
"The poems I wrote before my childhood were all small paths, I'm afraid I won't be able to reach Uncle Cui's ears!"
"Uh-huh???"
As soon as Cao Zhi's words came out, Cao Cao's expression instantly froze.
As for Cui Yan, there was an expression on his face that was really like this.
"But just now, the boy made a new poem!" Cao Zhi continued.
"Trick up!"
After hearing Cao Zhi say that he had made a new poem in such a short time.
In Cui Yan's heart, his impression of Cao Zhi immediately declined again.
At that time, in the Han Dynasty, poetry was just beginning.
Ordinary people write poems, and they have to be prepared for a long time.
Even if you are a genius, you have to think twice.
Wonderful sentences should be carefully scrutinized.
Even if it is a celebrity, a poem takes ten days and half a month to write the prototype, and it has to be revised repeatedly.
But Cao Zhi dared to say in front of himself that he had written a poem in such a short time.
In such a short period of time, can what is written be called poetry?
"Hmph, I'll see what tricks this shaft can conjure!"
At this moment, Cui Yan can be sure.
The poems that Cao Zhi will read in a while are either written before.
Either it's vulgar and can't be called poetry at all.
As for Cao Cao, at this time, the thoughts in his heart were actually similar to Cui Yan.
Therefore, just after Cao Zhi said this.
Cao Cao guessed that Cao Zhi must have used the previous poems to make up the numbers.
If you take out the previous poem, no one will laugh at you, but you say that you just wrote it.
What does this mean, bullying Cui Yan doesn't understand poetry?
As soon as he thought of this, Cao Cao was ready to stop Cao Zhi.
After all, Cao Cao's purpose in asking Cao Zhi to compose poems was to change Cao Zhi's impression in Cui Yan's heart.
Who knew that Cao Zhi was so unreliable.
Before he wrote poetry, Cui Yan's impression of him was even worse.
In that case, let's make a bird poem!
Just when Cao Cao was about to open his mouth to stop Cao Zhi.
But I saw Cao Zhi meeting the eyes of Cui Yan and Cao Cao, and said quietly:
"Dapeng is ventilated in one day, and it soars to 90,000 miles."
"What, this-"
As soon as Cao Zhi's poem came out, Cai Yan and Cao Cao changed color at the same time.
At that time, poetry had just developed in the Han Dynasty.
The mainstream poems are all four words.
As for the five and seven words, although there is also this format.
But because there is no masterpiece.
Therefore, the development of Wuyan and Qiyan has been stagnant.
Even when people sometimes drink alcohol, they are reluctant to use five words and seven words to make a drinking order.
Some literati and scholars even blamed the five words and seven words in the category of limericks.
But at this moment.
After hearing Cao Zhi's poems.
Cui Yan and Cao Cao glanced at each other, and at the same time looked shocked.
From the other party's eyes, I saw a deep shock and incredible.
"Hmph, I know you don't know!"
Cao Cao and Cui Yan's expressions were all seen by Cao Zhi.
When he saw the two people who were not optimistic about him before, looking at him with a longing look on his face at this moment, Cao Zhi suddenly had an urge to laugh.
Especially Cui Yan, who was still high up before.
But at this moment, looking at his eyes, he almost wrote the word "want" on his face.
"Hehe, I hope you won't regret it after I finish reading this poem in a while!" Cao Zhi sneered in his heart.
Facing the desire of the two, Cao Zhi continued: "If the wind stops, it can still be dusted but the water is wet. ”
"Majestic, majestic!"
Accompanied by Cao's sentence.
Cao Cao and Cui Yan only felt that their hearts were pounding.
Having read poetry and books, they naturally read Zhuangzi's "Leisurely Travel".
For the legendary Kunpeng, they also have some imagination in their hearts.
However, even if their imagination is rich.
At this moment, after hearing Cao Zhi's four poems.
The two of them can only lament the barrenness of their imaginations.
Especially Cui Yan, after hearing these two verses.
At this time, his thoughts about Cao Zhi directly changed.
"Crazy, what's wrong with being crazy, if I had his talent, I would definitely be more arrogant than him!"
"Such a prodigy, if you can be the son-in-law of my Cui family, it will definitely be a blessing for my Cui family!"
At this moment, what Cui Yan was thinking about was no longer how satisfied Cao Zhi was.
It's how to win over Cao Zhi and make Cao Zhi the son-in-law of the Cui family.
Because, just with these four poems, it is enough to make Cao Zhi famous all over the world.