"Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow......"

"I send my sorrow and the bright moon, and follow you until the night is long, and the west ......"

Inside the carriage, Cao Wei threw away two pieces of rice paper again.

He wanted to break his scalp, these poems are naturally swan songs for the ages, but he always felt that they were not suitable for this Shi Zizheng's life.

Today, there is only one piece of rice paper left.

"Shi Zizheng has lived in Bowang Villa for many years after being dismissed, and has also become a great Confucian, so it stands to reason that he should have a change in his own mood......"

"It's better to write about your state of mind!"

However this time.

Yang Huai's voice also came from outside: "Cao Huiyuan, it looks like it's going to rain soon, Lord Murong sent someone to urge ......"

"Got it!"

Cao Wei replied, and his mind continued to work.

Mainly write about the state of mind......

"There it is!"

The corners of Cao Wei's mouth curled slightly, looked at the last piece of rice paper in front of him, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and picked up the pen to write.

"Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not chant and walk slowly. Bamboo cane and mango shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid, a cloud of smoke and rain Ren Pingsheng. The steep spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up, slightly cold, and the mountain is obliquely shining but welcomes. Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine. ”

Put down the barrel.

Cao Wei blew lightly on the paper, and finally showed a satisfied look on his face.

"With this word as a stepping stone, it should be suitable!"

At this time, Yang Huai couldn't help the doubts in his heart, and hurriedly got into the carriage, and saw Cao Wei holding an adverb in his hand, and was curious: "Can you let me take a look?" ”

When Cao Wei heard this, he didn't say much.

He directly handed over the words in his hand to Yang Huai's hands.

With his eyes sweeping, Yang Huai also slowly closed his eyes, as if he was feeling something, and then suddenly opened his eyes:

"Such artistic conception ......"

He looked at Cao Wei with an incredulous gaze, and at this moment, Cao Wei didn't seem to be just like a prisoner of the country.

It's more like a courtier who has been degraded because of his crimes, his heart is full of all kinds of complex emotions, and finally he detached himself because of the scenes depicted in the words!

"This ...... This, this! ”

Yang Huai was already speechless with excitement, and coupled with the few lines of poetry written by Cao Wei just now, his heart was even more shocked.

The sadness of being degraded by friends, the spirit of uncomplaining and willing dedication to eliminate the evils of the saint!

Could it be that this friend was with the saint?

That must be an important minister in the court!

Cao Wei......

What does it really matter?

"Lord Yang?"

Cao Wei frowned slightly: "Didn't Lord Yang say that Lord Murong sent someone to urge, if it's too late......"

"If it's late, it's a big loss!"

Yang Huai reacted at this time, hurriedly got up, and when he went out, he didn't forget to put the two pieces of rice paper that Cao Wei was still sitting on the seat just now into his arms.

Seeing this, Cao Wei hurriedly shouted: "Lord Yang, those poems are not ......."

"I know, it's this poem that sent it, and I'll keep the other poems for myself!"

Yang Huai said that, and hurriedly called the official of the Ministry of Rites.

He carefully folded the paper in half, and then reluctantly handed it into the officer's hand, and admonished:

"But you have to take care of it, and don't get wet if it rains later!"

The official just said "um", then took over the words and rode towards the carriage where Murong Fu was.

"Lord Murong, listening to Lord Yang's tone, then Cao Wei seems to have made a very important word, do you want to look at it?"

The voice fell.

The curtain of the carriage was opened by Murong Fu.

He glanced at it slightly and waved his hand: "What words can he make at this moment?" Don't look at it, you just send it over first, and put it in the hands of my daughter, and she will judge whether it can be shown to the public. ”

"Yes!" The official hurriedly surrendered his hand and was about to leave.

"Wait!"

Murong Fu stopped him again, and then said: "I will go directly to see Shi Zizheng when I go to the villa later, you tell Qing'er by the way, just say that her father has already given Cao Wei a chance, don't let her mention the qualification in the future!" ”

"Obedience!"

With that, the official put the word in his bosom and whipped away.

Seeing this, Murong Fu couldn't help but turn his head sideways to look at the carriage where Cao Wei was behind him, and couldn't help but snort coldly, then returned to the carriage and sighed faintly:

"After this time, Qing'er should be able to grow, at least you have to know that not everyone is worth your effort......"

But he didn't know it.

At this time, in the carriage behind him, Yang Huai was very excited at the moment.

Now he finally knows why Cao Wei can say such a simple word.

It turns out that people themselves have this qualification!

Just think of a few poems of this level, which are already comparable to the quatrains in Shi Zizheng's poetry collection!

If you have enough time......

Hiss......

Yang Huai's mind can no longer think normally, and the expression he looks at Cao Wei is no longer a little hopeful, but has the meaning of worship.

At least in terms of the central context of the word, at least it proves that the poems made by Cao Wei are not weaker than Shi Zizheng!

Even if someone buys poems and copies them, it will definitely not be of this level!

At least.

That's what he thinks in Yang Huai's heart!

But in the same way, he didn't know why Cao Wei was still in such a state of mind, and he was even more curious about the degraded friend in his heart.

He stared at Cao Wei deadly: "Cao Huiyuan, you have such a state of mind at a young age, is it because of the influence of your friend, oh no, that adult?" ”

Cao Wei never expected that this friend out of nothing was proposed by Yang Huai.

However, Cao Wei is not surprised by this.

After all, the poems he wrote just now have been put away by Yang Huai, and it seems that he doesn't plan to return them to him.

However, judging from the content of the verse just written, it is not a bad thing to understand it as such.

Seeing Cao Wei stunned.

Yang Huai sighed: "Yang has been in Beijing for more than ten years, and he has also had friends who have been demoted, and now his life is unsatisfactory, but I still want to know, who is Cao Huiyuan's friend, what was his official position, and where is he an official now?" ”

"Uh......"

Cao Wei hesitated slightly, and then explained: "Cao is nineteen this year, and there are only a few adults I have seen. It's just a divine fellowship with them......"

"That's right......"

When Yang Huai heard this, he also agreed: "No, they? Is it several? ”

Cao Wei replied with a smile: "Lord Yang doesn't have to ask, even if I say it, Lord Yang can't find them." ”

"Hey, I wanted to meet this person"

Yang Huai's face was full of disappointment, and now he knew that Cao Wei didn't plan to tell him, otherwise how could the degraded place written on one of the poems just now be erased?

However, thinking that Cao Wei's former friend was likely to be an important minister in the court, he had no choice but to give up the question, and asked instead:

"Cao Huiyuan, if one day I am demoted from the capital, can Cao Huiyuan also write a poem for Yang?"

“？？？”

"Although Yang's official rank is not high, but in the officialdom, there is always a time when he is careless, and this matter can be thought of from the beginning of my official career." Yang Huai shook his head helplessly.

"Uh......"

Cao Wei was stunned for a moment, and then replied with a smile: "Of course you can." ”

"Thank you!"

Yang Huai saluted Cao Wei, he was originally very optimistic about Cao Wei, but now that he has discovered Cao Wei's true strength, he will naturally be more respectful.

"If Cao Huiyuan's words are made this time to Bowang Villa, he will definitely be able to amaze everyone and successfully worship Shi Zizheng!"

Speaking of this, Yang Huai then changed his words: "No, Shi Zizheng may not accept Cao Huiyuan as a protégé!" ”

Cao Wei's face changed suddenly: "Why?" ”

Yang Huai's face was serious at this time: "Because Yang suddenly felt that Shi Zizheng seemed to be a little unworthy of being Cao Huiyuan's teacher!" ”

"Hiss......"

Cao Wei couldn't help but gasp.