Although Cao Zhi was determined to fight with Cao Chong, he was not clear about Yang Xiu’s plan and hurriedly stepped forward and asked, “How does Dezu do it, you said to me!”

Yang Xiu compared Cao Zhi with a seat. After Cao Zhi took his seat, Yang Xiu slowly knelt down and went back.

Yang Xiu did not directly tell Cao Zhi how to do this, but just asked Cao Zhi a question.

"Young Master is credible that the seventh Master wrote such a masterpiece?"

Cao Zhi was stunned. He had doubts, but that was just suspicion. A gentleman should not deny the other party's literary talent just because of doubt.

"Maybe the seventh brother really has such talent, and there is never a certainty in literature!"

Yang Xiu shook his head and looked at Cao Zhi with a sense of regret.

"The Seventh Prince is a young man, and he must not be able to write such a masterpiece. This masterpiece is all done by plagiarizing the masterpiece of Zijian's creation!"

Cao Zhi was stunned and immediately became stunned.

"The Master of Virtue is careful to speak. If I could write such a masterpiece, how could I have to study the scriptures and poems every day?"

Yang Xiu disagreed. He and Wu Zhi had the same view on this plagiarism hat, both of whom wanted to put this shit on Cao Chong's head.

"Zi Jian, this is what you wrote!"

Cao Zhi looked at Yang Xiu's eyes and finally understood what Yang Xiu meant. Is this considered slander?

Cao Zhi has always claimed to be a gentleman, but in fact he also demanded himself in this way. Now Cao Zhi is obviously unhappy when he hears Yang Xiu say such words.

"Ancestor De, this is a slander. Those who do this are all villains, and I will never be able to do it!"

Yang Xiu stood up first, then knelt in front of Cao Zhi, and said loudly: "Young Master, those who have accomplished great things since ancient times have not been focused on the details. Why should you care about these details?"

Cao Zhi shook his head, his handsome face full of struggle.

"I will never do this. Dezuo should not force me. I will never be able to do this!"

Even though Yang Xiu was mentally prepared, he felt deeply disappointed when he heard Cao Zhi say such words.

Zi Jian, your actions are not what those who accomplish great things!

"Oh~"

Yang Xiu sighed deeply, then his eyes were filled with energy again.

"Well, the innocent heart of a young man is also the reason why the prime minister likes it, but this matter is difficult for cultivating others to be strong!"

Cao Zhi looked at Yang Xiu and sighed, feeling a little guilty. He also knew that he had done something wrong, but in order to win a crown prince, he threw away his bottom line. Cao Zhi thought he could not do such a thing!

"Dezu, there are other ways!"

Yang Xiu looked at Cao Zhi, his eyes became more and more firm. That is, if you want to be a saint, then I will do this evil person!

"But there is another idea, but it is indeed much inferior to the previous one!"

When Cao Zhi heard this, his face was full of joy.

"Dazu, come on!"

Yang Xiu looked helpless and finally said slowly: "Then let's talk about the literary fu of the Seventh Prince, which was done by stealing Chen Lin's literary fu!"

"Chen Lin?" Cao Zhi looked confused. "But isn't Chen Lin already dead?"

Yang Xiu smiled strangely and said, "It is because he died that he can do it. It will be a great thing to have a death without evidence at that time!"

Cao Zhi understood what Yang Xiu meant, but he quickly frowned.

"Dazu, my father is not as unbearable as you think. Once this happens, my father will naturally have a certainty in his heart!"

You said Cao Chong plagiarized Chen Lin, what about the evidence? Even if your evidence is conclusive, will Cao Cao believe you?

Yang Xiu disagreed and stood up and left the courtyard, walked to a huge sycamore tree, and leaned over it.

"The Prime Minister is wise and powerful, so naturally he will not believe it easily!"

Cao Zhi was anxious and said quickly: "Then this plan is not as good as a useless person. It tastes tasteless, and it is a pity to throw it away?"

Yang Xiu shook his head, pulled off a piece of sycamore leaf from his hand, put it in the palm of his hand and looked at it carefully.

"The young master thought the Prime Minister didn't believe it, is this matter over?"

Cao Zhi blurted out this sentence without thinking.

"Isn't it not?"

Regardless of Xun Yu, Xun You, Cheng Yu, Zhang Liao... and even all the civil and military officials and generals believed it, but as long as Cao Cao didn't believe it, the matter would be over!

Yang Xiu pinched the sycamore leaves on his hand and suddenly squeezed out some green juice from his hand, and the remaining leaves were thrown to the ground by Yang Xiu.

"Of course not. It would be useless if the Prime Minister truly believed in the Seventh Prince. Do you understand why Xiu Wei wanted to invite the Marquis of Yanling to comfort the Prime Minister Tian Hun?"

Cao Zhi didn't think much about it at the time. This time, Yang Xiu said it again, but found out what was special!

Yes, why do you want my father to hunt?

Without waiting for Cao Zhi to say something, Yang Xiu continued to say, "Hunting, letting birds be sent away! When hunting, all civil and military officials are there. When you and I will order others to mention this matter, then the Prime Minister will not believe it or not!"

Cao Zhi heard the implication of Yang Xiu's words.

"Does Dezu want to tell in front of all your uncles that Ming Cang Shu's literary fu is plagiarism?"

Yang Xiu nodded in approval.

"But, even if we say it, others may not believe it. Isn't it useless?"

Yang Xiu shook his head and walked to Cao Zhi.

"As soon as this statement was made, it was not something that others believed. I just wanted to make a name for myself."

"Name?" Cao Zhi was shocked and asked quickly, "What is the name?"

Yang Xiu looked at Cao Zhi carefully and said word by word: "Wen Dou!"

Wenfight?

"What Dezu means is that I want me to compete with Kurashu to learn?"

Yang Xiu nodded!

"No, this matter must not be done!" Cao Zhi's face turned pale. If Yang Xiu had said this more than ten days ago, Cao Zhi would definitely say that he would not bully the weak, but in recent days, Cao Zhi has been a little afraid and even admired Cao Chong.

Especially after reading Cao Chong's literary works, this sense of distance became stronger and stronger, and even Cao Zhi had the idea that he would never surpass Cao Chong for the rest of his life.

"I think I am not as good as Cang Shu in terms of literary talent. Isn't this literary fight bringing humiliation?"

Yang Xiu shook his head, took out a bamboo slip from his cuff and handed it to Cao Zhi.

Cao Zhi took the bamboo slips and looked at them carefully. After a long time, he looked up at Yang Xiu, his eyes were already a little calm!

"What this bamboo slip says is true?"

Yang Xiu nodded and said at the same time: "This volume is an oral statement for people who cleaned up the Seven Young Masters School, so there is absolutely no falsehood!"

Cao Zhi put the bamboo slips on the table, and his thoughts became much more vivid.

"The Qi Gongzi couldn't even write a calligraphy well and could not even recognize the words. How could he write such a literary fu?"

Cao Zhi stopped Yang Xiu and said, "It's too early to say this. Let's talk about everything until then."

"That young master means..." Yang Xiu stared at Cao Zhi's eyes carefully.

"Of course I agree. I have great talent. I will be ecstatic about it. But if he really plagiarizes other people's works and defames my Cao family's lintel, I won't blame me for exposing it in public!"
Chapter completed!