Section 26 Poetry

Cao Chong felt a chill on the back of his head when he heard this date. He knew that the fire in Chibi was only burned by the southeast wind of the winter solstice. Although Huang Gai was hung up now, it was still the winter solstice. He really was unwilling to let the fire go if it wasn't burned. He immediately raised a question to Cao Cao. Cao Cao thought for a while and smiled: "The first sun in the winter solstice is born, and there is a bit of the southeast wind. It is also expected that there is a barrier in front of our army's water camp. He may not be so smooth when he comes. What you said makes sense, so I'll be careful."

Although Cao Chong saw that he had responded, he didn't take it very seriously. He wanted to persuade him again, but when he saw Cao Cao's joyful look, he had to swallow his words again. The winter solstice will be in a few days, and the camp is preparing for the winter solstice banquet. Cao Cao is in a good mood these days. Anyway, there is still a few days left, so there is no need to anger him. Moreover, it is normal for contact these days, and I really didn't see how Sun Ben was deceiving surrender. Not only Cao Cao gradually believed Sun Ben, but even Cao Zhang was happily preparing to welcome his father-in-law.

Cao Chong looked at the happy face of the camp and remained silent. He was sleeping in Liu Cong's tent every day to see him fiddling with the things. In his opinion, Liu Cong should have done it easily with the precautions he said. Unexpectedly, Liu Cong was over-played or wanted to make the best, and to live up to his reputation as a carpenter, he worked for three days and finally handed over something extremely beautiful to Cao Chong. Looking at the carved lens tube, Cao Chong looked at Liu Cong in disbelief: "Is this your work?"

"Of course, I locked myself in the big tent for three days, and even the meal was delivered to the door. I did every knife on it, and no second person passed by. You are the second person who has seen this clairvoyant person in the Han Dynasty. And I..." Liu Cong pointed to his nose proudly: "It's the first!"

Cao Chong looked at his proud look and couldn't help laughing out loud. Then he pinched his nose and looked at Liu Cong with a very strange look: "Have you been in the tent for the past three days?"

"Yes. How do you know?" Liu Cong looked like "I really admire you even guessed this."

"You still have to think about it? Just your body smells bad." Cao Chong pushed Liu Cong out with the smelly smell: "Go and wash and talk, it's so stinking. Do you still let me stay?" Liu Cong raised his sleeves and smelled it himself, feeling nothing unusual. But looking at Cao Chong, thinking about the days he had lived in the past three days, it probably tasted a bit big. He didn't say much. He went out and asked someone to boil water and take a shower. When he came back, Cao Chong had someone to set up a banquet and prepare to celebrate his achievements.

"With this thing, it's 10% more difficult for Jiangdong to do something." Cao Chong raised his glass and said to Liu Cong: "The first batch of ships have been loaded. You can go back and rest for a while before talking about it. There are so many things, and your health is important. Besides, I've kept you for too long, I'm afraid Da Yu'er will deal with you again."

"No, hehe." Liu Cong smiled and said, "She is very nice to me now. She serves me all day long, afraid that I am cold and hot. This time she was going to follow me, but I was afraid that she would get annoyed, so she didn't let her come. Before, she ignored me, and I hoped that she would talk to me, but now she pays attention to me, and I think she talks too much." Liu Cong said mockingly and shook his head. But all the pride in his eyes was full of pride.

Cao Chong laughed and said nothing. He remembered that when he first saw Liu Cong, he looked timid and declining. When he looked at his face flushed and energetic, he couldn't help but sigh that people still have a chance. If the gold placed in the wrong place is not as good as the earth, a piece of iron placed in the right place will emit the light he deserves.

"The winter solstice will be in two days. You can go back to Xiangyang." Cao Chong said, "It just so happened that I asked you to take some things back. There was also a letter to Zhiqing (Cao Fu). "Liu Cong did not ask why, but he just nodded obediently, raised his glass and drank it all.

The winter solstice came, and a big banquet was held in Cao's camp. As soon as the sky was getting dark, civil and military officials gathered at the tent of the central army. Cao Chong didn't go so early. He went to Wulin Peak from the afternoon and stood at the top of the peak and looked at the Jiangdong Camp across the Yangtze River. Through a telescope, he could vaguely identify Zhou Yu's tent of the central camp. Sometimes he even had a ridiculous feeling that he was really fighting with Zhou Gongjin who "feather fan and lantern scarf, and the masts and oars were destroyed while chatting and laughing." He beat him to the point where he could not go out of the camp? This is his idol.

"Cang Shu, you are here, and you are really beaten by Dashuang." When the bright moon rose from the river, Cao Zhang climbed up to the peak panting, and gasped with his waist on his back: "Hurry up, the banquet in the camp has been around for a long time, and you haven't come either. My father is worried about you, so he asks me to come to you."

"The banquet has begun?" Cao Chong sat there and said indifferently.

"Of course, I'll wait for you. Wang Zhongxuan has finished writing poetry. We people will not write any poetry. They are bullied by them. I'll just wait for you, a civil and military philosopher, to help. Hurry up, Shuquan will be poured down by them if you don't go." Cao Zhang said, pulling Cao Chong and leaving. Cao Chong put the telescope in his bag, and walked and laughed: "Who did Shuquan offend him again? I'll have to drink him."

"He offended all the people in the Prime Minister's Mansion." Cao Zhang smiled and pulled Cao Chong all the way, running away, leaving Zhang Song and Jiang Gan following behind unhappy. When he arrived at Cao Chong's own camp, Da Shuang and Xiao Shuang quickly changed the ready-made new clothes for him, and then Xu Yi and Dianman were guarded by Xu Zhong and Wei Yan, each of whom brought several guards to the banquet together.

The atmosphere at the banquet was very lively. Several great talents had already finished writing poems. Cao Cao stood by the railings of the high platform with a long spear in his hand. Facing the soldiers like forests and the undulating camps of the brocade below, facing the brightly lit naval camp in the distance, he stood quietly for a while. After everyone calmed down, he chanted four lines of poetry in his magnetic and thick voice: "How much life is like the morning dew, the past is more painful."

Cao Chong was walking to the side of the stage. When he heard Cao Cao chanting these two sentences, he couldn't help but be stunned and stopped looking at Cao Cao. Cao Cao's face was flushed, as if he had drunk too much, and as if he was unsatisfied. He shook his hands, and the long spear in his hand made a buzzing sound, which aroused a murderous aura in everyone's ears. Just as everyone woke up, he slowly chanted: "Sighing with generosity, thoughts are unforgettable. How can we relieve worries? Only Du Kang... The moon is bright and the stars are sparse. The magpie flies south and circles three times, and what branches can we rely on?"

He thought of this, turned around and glanced at the crowd and listened carefully, as if waiting for them to answer. Everyone lowered their heads, none of them looked at him, thinking about the meaning of the poem. He Zhikeyi. This is the Prime Minister thinking about his retreat. The current situation is quite good. Jiangdong lost the main general in the battle, and he was defeated again in World War II. He was forced to send a hostage. His morale was unstable. He has not found an effective way to restrain himself. No matter how you look at this battle, how can you win. As soon as Sun Quan in Jiangdong surrendered, Liu Bei was a frightened bird and had nowhere to go, Yizhou sent sincerity again. The world is about to be decided. The Prime Minister is about to achieve great achievements. Do you want to find a retreat?

But who knows what the Prime Minister is thinking? How to answer this question more appropriately? All the locals asked themselves secretly, and they looked down at the delicacies on the table, the delicious wine and food, but turned a blind eye. They were secretly thinking about the Prime Minister's thoughts, the thoughts of others, and how they should express themselves.

The huge banquet was so quiet that you could hear the sound of the north wind outside the tent, and the crisp sound of the jade pendant worn by everyone.

Cao Cao looked at the silent people, then looked at Cao Chong standing by the platform, with a mysterious smile on his face, and he held the long spear in his hand on the ground with a sound. The tail of the spear pierced two inches into the soil. A muffled sound was made. Cao Cao looked at the people who looked up in surprise and slowly recited the last four sentences: "The mountains are never too high, the sea is never too deep, Zhou Gong vomits food, and the world is returned to his heart."

"Okay, the Prime Minister has lofty ambitions. We can't imagine that Zhou Gong will give up the world. Only the Prime Minister can get this sentence in the world." Wang Can stood up and praised loudly: "Since the Han Dynasty's Zhongping, the princes have had disputes. It is not uncommon for those who have become kings and domineering. First, Dong Zhuo takes power, and then sever the princes. Even people like Liu Bei and Sun Quan dare to dominate the world. Only the Prime Minister, with his peerless talent, has borne magical martial arts, sweep the world, and make such unparalleled achievements in the world. I am truly the pillar of my Han Dynasty and support the pillars of the sky. Without the Prime Minister, there would be no great Han today. You should raise a cup for the Prime Minister's poem about worrying about the country and the people, and live for the Prime Minister. I hope that the Prime Minister will have a thousand miles of ambition and ambition."

When everyone heard Wang Can say this, although they felt that it was a bit too flattering, it was generally in line with the facts. They raised their glasses and shouted loudly, "Live for the Prime Minister". They drank it all in one go, and they began to comment on the poem Cao Cao just now. Anyway, you said this, and he said that, and then every sentence was good, which reflected the noble feelings of the Prime Minister.

If you want to say this poem, you can really deserve the praise of these people. Cao Cao's satisfied mentality is reflected in the poem. He has decided that the world's great affairs will be settled, and he can travel around the mountains and forests and lively in the future. No one believed him when he went to the care of his life, but almost everyone was moved by his passion and felt that the battle would end soon, the world would be unified soon, and peace days are coming soon, generals can get rid of their armor and return to the fields, and scholars can sit and discuss the truth.

Cao Chong looked at the civil and military officials who were imagining a bright future and smiled bitterly, but he had to pretend to be indifferent on his face. He stepped forward to sue, and toasted him for a while, and wanted to hide in the crowd of young generals below the stage, but Cao Cao grabbed him.

Cao Cao was in a very comfortable mood. Seeing Cao Chong drinking a little while he was about to run away, he said unhappily: "Cang Shu, why has it been so late? So many people are waiting for you here, it would be a bit rude for you to do this."

"The father taught me a lesson." Cao Chong smiled and said, "My son is regretting this, but fortunately he can still listen to his father's new poems."

"So you know it." Cao Cao deliberately said with a stern face: "Since you are late, I will not punish you for drinking because of your young age. I will punish you for writing a poem. Please give me advice. What do you think?"

When everyone heard Cao Cao's proposal, they knew that this was the chance for the Prime Minister to show his face to Cao Chong. There was no bad truth. They all sucked their hands and laughed. Someone who participated in the Shangsi Festival said: "The last time the Shangsi period was written by Shangsi, and they were very talented. This time they regarded it as a poem to celebrate the festival." Those who did not participate in the Shangsi Festival also shouted: "We have no good fortune and did not see the young master immediately. Today, I have good fortune. Please write a poem."

Cao Cao laughed loudly, handed the long spear in his hand to the guards beside him, pulled Cao Chong to the chairman, and pressed him in front of the desk. Cao Chong saw that attitude, and knew that he would not be able to run away if he didn't write a poem today. He smiled bitterly, picked up the wine in front of the desk and sipped two sips, his eyes were rumbling, and searched for poems and essays that could meet the situation at a super fast speed in his memory. After thinking about it, he found a seven-character poem written by the chairman, which was somewhat connotation with the scene in front of him. However, the current poems he remembered were either four-character ancient poems or five-character new poems. He really couldn't grasp whether these seven-character poems could be accepted. But he couldn't care about the things in front of him, so he threw them out first, maybe he became the founder of seven-character regulated poems again.

He sat down and thought for a while, picked up his pen and walked on the paper with his pen. He wrote it in a short while, and handed it to Cao Cao respectfully with both hands. Cao Cao took the paper and looked at him, and was stunned at first. Looking at Cao Chong, he said, "Is Zihuan communicating with you? Why do you know his new seven-character character?"

Cao Chong felt depressed and relaxed again. It turned out that Cao Pi had already created the seven-character poem. Now, this pirated copy would not be too abrupt. He nodded quickly and said, "Brother has a letter. I did mention it."

Cao Cao laughed, turned around and looked at the poem, and chanted softly, "The wind and rain in Jingshan are vast, and millions of heroic troops cross the river. Okay, okay, have momentum. Come, Zhongxuan, come and see how Cang Shu's poem is. If it is inappropriate, help him change it, and read it to you."

Wang Can quickly jog over. He was avoiding Cao Chong recently. Because when he was in Xiangyang a few days ago, he went twice a day in the morning and evening, Cao Chong came to his room on time to see him take medicine, and rushed him to finish the ten or so doses of medicine prescribed by Zhang Zhongjing. After Zhang Zhongjing confirmed in person that the root cause had been cured, he was considered to have let him go. He drank two medicines a day, and Wang Can felt bitter in his mouth when he saw Cao Chong, and from then on he began to avoid him intentionally or unintentionally. It seemed as if he wanted to drink medicine when he met Cao Chong.

Wang Can took the manuscript of the poem from Cao Cao and looked at it. His eyes lit up and he couldn't help but chant it softly. He looked at it from the beginning again, and then said to Cao Cao with a bitter face: "Master Prime Minister, I'm afraid I can't complete this task. Can thought that a word could not be moved in this poem."

"Zhongxuan, children cannot praise them like this." Cao Cao's eyes were full of smiles, but he said deliberately unhappy.

"Since that's the case, Can read this poem to you, please see if Can's words are exaggerated." Wang Can put his face in a slight bitter face, turned to everyone, and read Cao Chong's pirated poem. When everyone heard the first two sentences, they were shocked. When they heard the next few sentences, they sat down in shock, looked at each other in disbelief, and then looked at each other in disbelief. Then they focused their eyes on Cao Chong, who was a little embarrassed.

"What a saying, if there is love, the heaven will grow old. The right way in the world is vicissitudes." Xiahou said that he was the first to jump out of the pile of young generals, and snatched Cao Chong in front of Cao Chong and smiled: "Cang Shu, your poem is better than their pile, good poems, good poems, I'll just say it. As long as you come, it will definitely be an eagle entering the forest and hundreds of birds are silent. Ziwen, Zhengqing, what do you think I said?"

"That's right, it's right." Cao Zhang was not willing to praise his family for his face, but Zhang Quan and Zhang Hu didn't care about this, shouted loudly, and returned all the cowardly anger he had just suffered to those literati.

"Everyone, can you change it in one word?" Wang Can ignored the generals and turned to the literati and said.

"Not to change, no word can be changed."

"The momentum is extraordinary, only Mr. Cang Shu can do it. We can't think of such a good poem no matter what."

“That’s right, it’s right.”

Wang Can turned around and smiled at Cao Cao, "Prime Minister, Can said nothing wrong, it is true that he can't change a word. Can said that he was not afraid of the Prime Minister being angry, but he was afraid that the Prime Minister would not be the first today." He turned to everyone and said, "Everyone, I think that Mr. Cang Shu's poem should be the top of today's poetry meeting. Do you have any objections?"

"It's just." There was a lot of laughter below. Who doesn't know that it was all from their Cao family anyway. Mr. Cang Shu got the first place, but I'm afraid it would make the prime minister happy than the prime minister himself. If you don't flatter at this time, when will you flatter?

"Zhongxuan's statement has been over." Cao Cao's wrinkles laughed, but he forced himself to say, "I think there is something to be changed. Emperor Gaozu has an order that he should not call King Xiang's name. This poem directly calls King Xiang's name, which is inappropriate, inappropriate."

"This order of Emperor Gaozu was abolished a hundred years ago. Why should the Prime Minister be so harsh?" Wang Can smiled and said, while folding the manuscript of the poem into his arms: "Master Prime Minister, Can is happy to see the hunting. He is so kind to him. He is unwilling to let others get involved. Please give this poem to Can."

"Wang Zhongxuan is so sloppy, are you taking the opportunity to be greedy?" Pei Qian, who was sitting on the side, burst into laughter and came forward to tease Wang Can. Cao Cao saw that they were interesting, laughed and pulled Cao Chong to his side. After looking at it, he looked again and again, "Cang Shu, this is just like my son. Although the preface was good, he was old-fashioned. This poem is better than that preface and has a courage. Good men should be roaming all over the world and be in love with the world. They should pursue the remaining courage to defeat the enemy, and not seek fame and learn from the overlords. Haha, I'm afraid that Liu Xuande and Sun Zhongmou will be very upset when they hear this poem."

Cao Chong laughed with him and even praised the award. Speaking of which, Cao Cao's poems are famous for his great spirit, and the chairman of his previous life praised him for his longevity. Unexpectedly, his time travel was actually praised by Cao Cao instead of the chairman. Let these two great poets meet in a messy time and space. It is a great merit. Chairman, I have such great contributions, should you forgive me for pirating your poems?
Chapter completed!