The dancers stood under the stage, finally waiting for silence and wanting to continue dancing, but they all found that the atmosphere was a little weird.

Everyone looked at Sima Yi with a black face, and now even fools understand that Cao Wu and Sima Yi must have a grudge.

I heard before that Cao Wu named Sima Yi's young son who had just been born, and the names were all insulting, but now that I really saw it, I realized that the original grievances between the two people were so deep, and Cao Wu's people frequently humiliated Sima Yi in public.

What's even more bizarre is that a servant girl in Beifu, with sharp teeth, repeatedly humiliated the celebrities of the Prime Minister's Mansion, but she didn't see the slightest fear.

Sima Yi was not afraid of others looking at him, but when Cao Zhi looked at him again, he knew that he couldn't be silent anymore, so he said: "Hanoi Sima, he is indeed proficient in music, but the children of the family, who is not proficient in music, this is not a brilliant point, Zhongda has nothing to perform." ”

Cao Zhi said "oh" again, and he didn't understand why his uncle targeted Sima Yi like this, but as a scribe, he was more concerned about Cao Wu's new poems.

"Brother Zhongda, if your uncle's poem is good, you can play a song to help the fun, and it's nothing."

Cao Zhi's indifferent tone made Sima Yi's heart cold.

He was conceited and uneducated, and he was reluctant to go out because after the battle of Guandu, Cao Cao had de facto settled in the Central Plains, and at this time, he could no longer get the status of Xun Yu, Xun You, and Cheng Yu, who had followed Cao Cao from the beginning, so he simply did not come out.

Later, he chose to go out, firstly, because Cao Cao repeatedly came to invite, which made it difficult for him to deal with it, and secondly, because he saw an opportunity, an opportunity for him to have enough status.

That is to be Cao Pi's minister from the dragon.

Like everyone present, he also saw the current situation that Cao Cao urgently needed a successor, but unlike everyone present, he chose Cao Pi, who was in a difficult situation.

Sending charcoal in the snow is always better than icing on the cake.

The matter of deceiving Cao Zhi to go south to the labor army has made Cao Pi's heart clear, and when he goes back, he will be Cao Pi's real close minister, and he will also be the person Cao Pi relies on the most. In the future, Cao Pi will take over everything under Cao Cao, and he will be a powerful minister comparable to Xun Yu.

But because of this, Cao Zhi will not block Cao Wu's humiliation for him.

First the sword dance, and then the music, Cao Aliu obviously found fault, and it was obviously a continuation of Cao Wu's various targets against him.

This series of attacks, Rao is Sima Yi is full of wisdom, and he can only continue to shirk it for the time being.

After pushing it a few times, Cao Zhi said unhappily: "Brother Zhongda's mother-in-law and mother-in-law are not happy at all. ”

He finally let Sima Yi go, looked at Ah Liu, and said, "Ah Liu, read it quickly, everyone is waiting." ”

Ah Liu smiled and looked around, seeing that everyone's appetite had already been aroused, he couldn't help but praise Zhuge Liang, who had planned everything today.

She looked at one place, quickly retracted it, and continued: "Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass from afar. ”

Deng Ai wrote while imagining the scenery in the poem.

Everyone tasted this poem carefully, and it was good to write the scene, a dark word, which described the snow-capped mountains and mountains vividly, and the lonely city looked at it from afar, just like the poem just now, there is an old and simple charm.

"Compared with the previous one, these two sentences are worse after all."

Kong Rong stroked his beard.

Cao Zhi also nodded and said, "It's just an ordinary scene, and watch it." ”

Ah Liu said word by word: "Yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles. ”

Cao Zhitou didn't finish his head, he paused.

"Yellow Sand...... Golden Armor ...... Good poetry, good poetry! ”

He seemed to see a general, wearing golden armor, crisscrossing in the yellow sand, and seeing him fighting bloody battles in the desert again and again, seven words, giving a deeper emotion to the scenery in front of him, and the existence of people makes the scenery more meaningful.

"If you don't break Loulan, you won't return it!"

Ah Liu's last sentence was spoken, and Cao Zhi's face showed an almost distorted look of ecstasy.

He connected the four lines of poetry together, and instantly saw a broader view, the general of a hundred battles, no longer a dead thing, but a living thing.

Cao Zhi patted the case and said: "Good poetry! In the next thousand years, the poetry of aspiration should have a place for this work! ”

Ah Liu looked around again, the word "good" kept coming, Rao was what she had expected, and she was still fluttering.

His own general is the unborn talent who has passed through the heavens and latitudes, but he is indifferent to fame and fortune, and these cats and dogs dare to compare with the generals?

She didn't know that Cao Wu's poems were all poems that had been passed down through the ages and had been tested.

All the people present also have some literary talents, but in the dimension of millennium, in addition to Kong Rong, Wang Cang and other Jian'an seven sons, and Cao Zhi, one of the three Cao, how many of the rest can leave traces?

Even Qizi and Cao Zhi are mainly famous for their articles, and there are not many names left on the poems, not to mention, they are all four-word and five-word poems.

Therefore, when they see the novel seven-character poem, they will naturally be impressed by its unique charm.

Wang Cang, who likes to write poems the most, said excitedly: "I will record these two poems, compile them into a book, and spread them all over the thirteen states, so that the world will know that there are good poems again!" ”

Chen Lin, who is good at articles, said: "Brother Zhongxuan, don't worry, let's see if there are any other good poems in this little girl, which have not been read!" ”

Everyone woke up like a dream and looked at Ah Liu expectantly.

Ah Liu said flutteringly: "I have it, but it's ......"

"Color, color!"

Cao Zhi shouted: "Brother Zhongda, please hand over a lottery!" ”

Everyone in the audience stared at Sima Yi again.

Sima Yi took a few steps back, was forced to be anxious, his face was cloudy, and finally said, "Okay, good!" I, Sima Zhongda, will give up my life to accompany the gentleman today, if Cao Aliu can make good poems again, I am willing to go down to the field and play music for the dancing girl! ”

Even at this time, he did not forget to slander Cao Wu, saying that these poems were written by Ah Liu.

However, by now, everyone has believed that this was written by Cao Wu.

Who in the world can write such a good poem, but let others make themselves famous?

It's just one, it's two, and even a third.

The literati of this era all cherish their feathers, who is willing to give their hard work to others?

Cao Zhi said: "Okay, refreshing! Ah Liu, read the new poem quickly! ”

Ah Liu unhurriedly recited a Liangzhou poem, saying, "Why should the Qiang flute complain about the willows, the spring breeze does not pass the Yumen Pass." At that time, almost all the people present stood up and applauded.

When the whole poem was read, Deng Ai only wrote four or five words, and he was really intoxicated with the poem and couldn't write it anymore.

The scribes were also intoxicated, and the three successive works were shocked.

Wang Cang said: "This one must also be included!" Recently, I've been sorting out the heroes, and now I know that I missed the heroes of the world! I will write all three poems of Cao Beifu into the Heroes' Chronicles for future generations to watch! ”

Xu Gan said: "Okay! Good thing, good poetry! ”

Liu Zhen, one of the seven sons, looked at Kong Rong and said, "Wen Jugong, what do you say about this one?" ”

Although the name of the seventh son of Jian'an is the seventh son, he actually had a friendship when he was in Yecheng, among which Kong Rong is much older than others, and his literary name has also spread more widely, so he was bullied by Cao Wu, so many people were indignant.

But today, he seems to be completely on Cao Wu's side, and he sighed: "We like to compose poems and like to use four words, which are passed on from the Book of Poetry and Yuefu." At the beginning of the year, I heard that Yuefu collected poems and got a peacock flying southeast, which is a five-word swan song. However, today, Cao Beifu uses seven words into poetry, with more vocabulary, denser rhetoric, and a wider range of meanings, catchy and natural artistic conception. These three poems can be called masterpieces. After today's Baume & Mercier Conference, the seven-word poem will be famous all over the world. Cao Wucao, the general of Beifu, broke the sky, in the eyes of the world, he should no longer be the gentleman who argues with the old man, he should be ......"

Kong Rong stood up with his wine glass and said, "Seven Words Holy Hand Cao Potian!" ”

Cao Zhi raised his glass: "For my uncle, be a big white!" ”

All the celebrities got up and agreed, raising their glasses and drinking.

And Ah Liu stared at a seat in the distance with a smile, and Zhuge Liang, who was sitting in the seat, also smiled and raised a glass to her.

Ah Liu raised his glass and drank it too.

With a cup of belly, her face was slightly red, she threw the cup to the ground, and the sound of "pop" made everyone's eyes look over.

They saw this petite and lovely Cao Aliu, with a bit of heroism, pointing at Sima Yi and saying, "Sima Zhongda, it's time for you to end!" ”