The little girl who stood up was Cao Aliu, the maidservant girl of Beifu.

In the middle of the stage, there were many dancing girls, before everyone wrote poems, the dancers cooperated to make dance steps, enchanting, and thousands of manners, but when the little girl came out, the dancing girls couldn't dance, because it was too noisy.

Her humiliating words and self-destructive identity caused an immediate uproar in the audience.

In an instant, a few people stood up, and someone said: "General Beifu is arrogant and arrogant, last time I saw it with my own eyes, since you are from his mansion, how many tricks do you have?" ”

Another humane: "It's almost the same to let Cao Wu of Beifu come out in person, you are a woman, what do you know about poetry?" ”

"The last time he stepped on the streets of Yecheng, how many people saw it clearly, what article can such a person who disrespects the elders and children and disrespects the master?"

"Don't be ashamed! I waited for the splendid article, how did it become a child's playful verse? ”

The angry scolding and noisy became a scene, Cao Aliu was complacent, not ashamed at all, but Deng Ai, who was standing next to him, blushed with shame, if it weren't for his trust in Brother Zhuge and Sister Ah Liu, he would almost find a crack to get into.

Seeing that the arguments were becoming more and more unreliable, Cao Zhi coughed lightly, Cao Wu had also seen this uncle a few times, he was indeed uninhibited by nature, not at all like he could write poetry, even if he was a waste brother, his literary attainments were much stronger than him.

But Cao Wunai is a member of the Cao family, although he is not taken seriously, he cannot be insulted by outsiders after all.

His cough was very loud, but everyone in the seat was still noisy, and no one paid any attention to him.

Cao Zhi's face suddenly couldn't hang up.

He didn't understand that some of the people who came here admired his literary name, but in fact, most of them were because of his identity.

Cao Cao was the prime minister, nominally an official appointed by the Son of Heaven and could not be hereditary, but Cao Cao had absolute control over the government and his influence far exceeded that of Dong Zhuo, Guo and Li back then.

Even the land of Sun Ce's six counties in Jiangdong was hereditary to his younger brother Sun Quan, and now that Cao Cao is more than fifty, it is time to choose a successor.

However, after the death of his eldest son Cao Ang, Cao Pi was not liked by Cao Cao, and at the beginning of the year, there was even a disturbance that Situ was deposed because Situ Zhao Wen recommended Cao Pi to be an official, and Zhao Wen committed suicide a few days ago.

In addition, Cao Cao has praised Cao Zhi in public many times, so the people who come here basically think that Cao Zhi is more likely to take over Cao Cao's class than Cao Pi.

This is the scene of a sixteen-year-old boy.

The general of Beifu, Cao Wu, was different, they had never heard of Cao Cao pretending to this younger brother, so they didn't have to shy away from him.

And the last time Cao Cao came back for his birthday, it is said that he was also angered by the general of Beifu, and the hundred officials who were pressed in Beifu were out of breath, and when he came back, he ordered Zhao Wen to commit suicide, and then there was the story of the general of Beifu Ma Ta Daru, which made people unrespectable. Of course, the real situation, except for Kong Rong, I don't know about it, and the so-called going to Beifu is just putting gold on my face.

They don't buy Cao Wu's account, but they are willing to support Cao Zhi.

However, the scene was too chaotic, Cao Zhi did not have much prestige after all, and everyone had not yet developed the habit of listening to his orders.

Cao Zhi was about to have a seizure, and Kong Rong next to him said: "Everyone, listen to me!" ”

As soon as he spoke, the discussion stopped immediately, and everyone looked at the old master who was publicly bullied by Cao Wu more than ten days ago.

Kong Rong said: "All the gentlemen are rigorous people, today this little girl said that our poems are only for children to play, so let her make a poem to see!" ”

Only then did everyone be patient, and they all spoke out to let this Cao Aliu compose poems.

Ah Liu said unhurriedly: "Ah Liu's poem was written by my general at will, but it is better than what you wrote." If you think it's good, you'll have to get a prize! ”

Kong Rong frowned: "What color head?" ”

"I have heard for a long time that the Sima family in Hanoi has a family sword dance, and my general has wanted to see it several times, but he has a fate, and the general is not there today, but he still explained, please Mr. Sima Zhongda, dance a sword dance!"

The crowd was in an uproar again.

Almost every family in the Eastern Han Dynasty has some family learning, and their family learning is mainly in governing the scriptures, that is, obtaining the truth of governing the world from some scriptures.

Hanoi Sima, this generation out of Sima Bada, the eight brothers are all very talented, Sima Yi is the best in this, Prime Minister Cao Cheng refused to go to the post after many calls, and finally reluctantly came out to make a master book.

Sima Yi is a person with extremely strong academic and literary attainments, and he is also capable of literature and martial arts, so he can be a civil official in the imperial court and a staff officer in the army, giving advice.

But the word sword dance is completely unknown to anyone.

Cao Zhi was interested and asked Sima Yi, who was sitting behind Cao Chong: "Hanoi Sima, do you have the skill of sword dance?" ”

Sima Yi's face was as black as the bottom of the pot, he didn't expect that Cao Wu would come to such a trick, and he would simply roast him on the pot.

He knew that losing face today was a foregone conclusion, but it was better to lose face than to lose his life, so he stubbornly said: "Hanoi Sima is a master of scripture, and he has no sword dance skills!" ”

Cao Zhi let out an "oh" and said to Ah Liu: "Since Brother Zhongda really can't, it seems that my uncle has misremembered." ”

Ah Liu didn't argue, and nodded: "Then, I'm going to tell the poem written by the general." ”

Deng Ai was holding a pen and paper to record, and when Ah Liu said the first sentence, Deng Ai was stunned.

"Qin Shimingyue, Han Shiguan."

Deng Ai chewed on this sentence and couldn't help but stay there.

The people present were not much better, they were all knowledgeable, and there was no intertextuality at that time, but everyone felt the music, and this sentence was written in a first-class way.

The life span of the bright moon is not known for tens of thousands of years, and the bright moon of the Han Dynasty is naturally the bright moon of the Qin Dynasty.

"The Long March has not been returned."

Kong Rong shook his head, Cao Zhi frowned, and carefully considered these two sentences, as if he had heard the sounds of heaven.

Deng Ai came back to his senses, finished writing the first two sentences, and listened to Ah Liu's recitation: "But make the dragon city fly, don't teach Hu Ma to do Yin Mountain!" ”

With a "bang", someone's wine glass fell to the ground.

But no one blamed him, everyone opened their mouths wide.

In these four lines of poetry, the first sentence is about the scene, the second is about poetry, and the third and fourth lines are about ambition.

They all grew up reading historical records and Hanshu, and the story of Wei Qing's expulsion of the Xiongnu and Huo Quai's sealing of the wolf Juxu has left an indelible mark in everyone's heart.

If the dragon city flying general is here, how dare Hu Ma peep into the river, this poem is heroic and heroic, this is really the work of the general of Beifu?

How can a general who has never been on the battlefield, an arrogant and domineering swinger, write such a poem?

It's just shocking.

Cao Zhi was silent for a long time, and finally sighed: "It turns out that my uncle has such a poetic talent!" ”

Sima Yi said with a smile: "This poem is enough to be passed down through the ages, Ah Liu's girl is a good poet!" ”

As soon as his words came out, everyone came back to their senses, yes, this poem was not written on the spot, but Ah Liu himself claimed that it was written by General Beifu, so it is very likely that it was actually written by someone else.

What's more, I feel that even if it is really written by this petite and sweet Cao Aliu, it is better than what Cao Wu wrote.

However, Kong Rong said disdainfully: "This poem was written by Cao Wu!" ”

At this time, even Cao Chong was puzzled: "Why did the master say this?" ”

Kong Rong said: "Seven words, seven words of poetry!" In this world, the old man saw that Cao Wu had written a good enough seven-word poem! ”

Everyone was stunned, and Cao Zhi suddenly felt that the old man next to him didn't seem to have the same attitude towards Cao Wu as rumored.

Didn't you say that the general of Beifu stepped on the Confucian, why did Kong Rong excuse Cao Wu instead?

Just when he was puzzled, Ah Liu, who was smiling in the audience, spoke again.

"You don't believe that this poem was written by my general, and the little girl has no way to prove herself. All I have to do is to say another poem by the general and let you judge it! ”

Kong Rong was happy when he saw Hunting: "And poetry? Come on! ”

Ah Liu still said unhurriedly: "This time, Ah Liu has another request, ask for another lottery." ”

"What lottery?"

Many people asked in unison.

"If the general's next poem is good enough, then the general has long heard that Sima in Hanoi is good at music, so he asks Mr. Sima Zhongda to play a song for everyone."