"It's simple."

Shi Zizheng stroked his beard, then looked at Murong Fu again, and asked, "Lord Murong, today the old man heard that Cao Wei's words were made in a hurry on the way here, can it be true?" ”

"That's good."

Murong Fu nodded, and then said: "Yang Huai rode in the same carriage with him, and it was I who asked him to compose poems, and then ordered someone to send them here. ”

"In that case."

Shi Zizheng then looked at Cao Wei: "Today's poetry meeting, it was originally the old man's three propositions, and now the old man has re-published the question, if you are asked to make another poem to prove yourself, are you willing?" ”

After speaking, Shi Zizheng added again: "Of course, the old man knows that creating poems requires a state, if you feel that the current state is not good, you can also make your own time." ”

"It doesn't have to be such a hassle."

Cao Wei shook his head slowly, and then drank the wine in his glass: "Cao is in good condition now, even if Mr. asks the question." ”

"Good!"

Shi Zizheng was even more convinced of Cao Wei's ability this time.

Not to mention anything else, this courage alone made him have to look at Cao Wei with admiration.

For him, this is a sign of great confidence in himself.

Otherwise, it would not have been so easy to say yes.

If it was really a little worse, he was still willing to give time to Cao Wei.

After all, even he didn't think that Cao Wei would be able to make another work comparable to Fang Cai's words this time.

Then.

The corners of Wang Yuan's mouth curled slightly, as if the conspiracy had succeeded.

Don't say whether he believes it or not, Cao Wei is so talented, but at least in the face of unknown propositions, it is too difficult and difficult to make poems that are not far from this in a short period of time!

Except for him.

Murong Qing's eyes were full of worry.

Although he believed that Cao Wei did not copy it, the previous poem was already amazing enough, how difficult would it be if he wanted to make another one?

At the very least, it's going to take some time, right?

"Cao Wei, in fact, you can ......"

"Miss Murong."

Yang Huai stopped Murong Qing's speech, and immediately cast a reassuring gaze on him.

Murong Qing had some questions, but Yang Huai smiled and said softly: "Miss Murong don't worry, Cao Huiyuan can do it!" ”

Looking at Yang Huai's confident face, Murong Qing was also half-convinced, and her hands kept intertwining under the table.

Of course.

Cao Wei can write it naturally, but if he fails because he is in a bad state......

That is absolutely unimaginable!

Then.

Shi Zi was facing Shi Di and said, "Di'er, bring the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone." ”

"Yes." Shi Di got up and walked to the back hall.

Shi Zizheng looked at Cao Wei at this time, and after a little thought, he said:

"Cao Wei, the old man has seen that since you took your seat, you have drunk a few glasses alone, you should be a person who is good at wine, why don't you use wine as the topic, how about it?"

"Wine?"

Cao Wei smiled: "Cao has no opinion. ”

"Okay, you can do it."

Shi Zizheng waved his hand, and at this moment, Shi Di also personally brought up the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone and put it on the table in front of Cao Wei.

Shi Di didn't speak, and was grinding ink for Cao Wei.

"There is labor."

Cao Wei saluted him, and then sat down.

Shi Di didn't speak, just quietly grinding the ink, and she was also full of expectations for it.

At this time.

Everyone in the hall looked at Cao Wei, no one spoke, but they were all looking forward to it.

I look forward to whether this Huiyuan can make more wonderful poems!

I saw Cao Wei slowly lift the pen, and then tap the ancient ink.

After a moment's thought, he made the first stroke.

Not to mention anything else, Cao Wei remembers the poems about wine clearly.

Shi Di stared at the rice paper.

Cao Wei holds the pen like a swordsman drawing a sword, his expression is moving, with a breeze out of his sleeves and a bright moon in his arms.

Although his handwriting is not as floating and pretentious as that of a calligrapher, it can be read after all.

Shi Di kept his eyes on it, staring at every place where Cao Wei put his pen down.

And her expression was sometimes in a trance, sometimes intoxicated, and she didn't even dare to blink, for fear of missing something.

It didn't take long for Cao Wei to breathe a sigh of relief as Cao Wei stopped the pen in her hand, staring at Cao Wei in disbelief, so she couldn't help but look at the contents of the rice paper again.

Take a look again.

Her whole person seemed to have walked into a poem, and the picture gradually appeared in her mind.

The cold moon hangs high, lonely and sad.

Cao Wei drank alone under the moon.

But it seems to be lonely, but Cao Wei is accompanied by the bright moon and the figure in the moonlight.

But I can't help but drink, and the shadow apprentice is with me, and I am still lonely!

Is he so lonely......

While Shi Di was intoxicated, Cao Wei smiled: "Cao has copied another poem now, please take a look." ”

After that, Cao Wei directly picked up the wine jug and poured it into his mouth, enjoying it alone.

It was a copy, and he didn't need to hide it.

Anyway, he admitted it, so as for what he thinks, and whether he can find anyone, he can't be blamed!

Seeing Cao Wei's casual appearance, many people were also a little speechless about Cao Wei's personality.

Now they no longer believe that the word "copy" in Cao Wei's mouth is still not copying.

Even Shi Zizheng had no choice but to smile helplessly: "Di'er, let's do this." ”

The voice fell.

Everyone was looking forward to it, but Shi Di didn't react for a long time.

"Di'er?"

Shi Zizheng shouted again.

It was only at this time that Shi Di came back to his senses, looked at Shi Zizheng in a hurry, and arched his hand: "Father, daughter is just ......"

"It's all right, you will do this."

Shi Zizheng saw his daughter's expression, and he already had the answer in his heart, but he was also very curious about this work.

In this way, what kind of poems can Cao Wei make?

"Good ......"

Shi Di took a deep breath, she first glanced at Cao Wei, and then quickly withdrew her gaze and held the rice paper in her hand.

At this moment.

All the Confucian scholars were almost holding their breath and staring, and they all locked their eyes on Shi Di's body.

Cao Wei's cheeks were slightly red, and he seemed to have drunk his head.

Wang Yuan saw Cao Wei's careless appearance, and his heart suddenly became extremely nervous.

and Cui Zhe, who was silently paying attention to Cao Wei, although he didn't seem to care, but in fact, he had been paying attention to Cao Wei for a long time.

He also wanted to see what other poems Cao Wei could make.

As for Murong Qing, her mind was full of Yang Huai's confident smile, and she was inexplicably more confident in her heart.

On the contrary, Murong Fu, who was calm on the surface, kept praying in his heart that Cao Wei would not be able to.

Otherwise, wouldn't what he had just said aggravate his mistake again?

Then.

A tactful voice sounded, and I saw Shi Di chant slowly:

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date."

"Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow will become a trio."

"The moon is not relieved of drinking, and the shadow disciples are with me."

"For the time being, the moon will be shadowed, and the joy must be spring."

"I am wandering in the moon, and I am dancing in a mess."

"When you wake up, you mingle with each other, and when you are drunk, you scatter."

"Forever tie the knot ruthlessly travels, and the phase is Miao Yunhan."

Shi Di's voice fell, and the audience was still silent.

The only thing that could be heard at the scene was the sound of Cao Wei tasting wine:

"Good wine, good wine!"