"Father, my son has a essay, please correct me!"

Cao Zhi slowly paced on the high platform step by step, sometimes looking at the sky, sometimes looking at the ground, sometimes frowning, sometimes stretching.

The loud singing followed!

I put wine in the high hall and traveled with me intimately.

Central kitchens hold a generous meal, cook sheep and fat cows.

Qin Zheng is generous, Qi Se is gentle and gentle.

Yang'a plays a wonderful dance, and Jingluo is famous.

I am happy to drink three lords, and I am ashamed to be.

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If you have to be long, you should not forget it, and you will be more important than the final meaning.

A gentleman is virtuous, but what do you want to ask for if you want to break a chime?

The wind blows in the sun, and the scenery flows westward.

I will never come again in the prime of my life, but I will never be as strong as a hundred years.

Survive the beautiful houses and return to the hills.

Whoever does not die in the ancestors? What worries are you still worried about knowing your destiny?

Cao Zhi's voice was warm and cool, like the broken waves floating quietly in the dark night, the silver light filled the pool was dark and gorgeous, with a slightly hoarse voice, like the fragrance of red sandalwood after the rain, which penetrated into the darkness in the heart, and flowed down a gentle light.

Even Cao Chong was unconsciously substituted into the artistic conception of this five-character poem. In the sadness, there was some helplessness, and some thoughts on life.

The children of the Xiahou family naturally couldn't understand Cao Zhi's poems, but they thought Cao Zhi was saying it well, so they slapped the table hard.

"Okay, good poems, good poems!"

Xiahou's cup holding the wine suddenly paused for a moment, thoughtful, and then drank the glass of wine again.

"Your Majesty has not crossed the river, but you have crossed the river!" Cao Cao murmured to himself, his eyes also a little erratic. Cao Zhi's poem reminded him of the joy of having a banquet with Guo Jia, and his eyes were a little wet.

If the Duke did not cross the river, he would cross the river. If he crossed the river and died, what would he do to Duke?

I miss you so much if I worship filial piety!

"Zi Jian's talent is really rare! He is worthy of being my son!" Cao Cao wiped the tears in his eyes with long sleeves, then picked up a piece of meat on the table and handed it to Cao Zhi.

"Zijian, come!"

Cao Zhi took the black meat ball and swallowed it in one bite. Looking at Cao Cao's pampered eyes, Cao Zhi's eyes couldn't help but feel red.

It's really not easy! Kurashu, now, I don't believe you can still be better than me!

Except for Cao Cao, Cao Chong and Xiahou said that Zhou Buyi, no one could understand Cao Zhi's profound meaning. Most of them thought this poem was just a sad and beautiful one.

But Cao Chong heard a strong resentment from this poem, as if a resentful woman was whispering, lingering in his ears.

Father, I am also your son, how can you be so partial?

Cao Chong picked up the wine bottle with a double ear similar to a plate in his hand, and his mouth was filled with a somewhat turbid corn wine, his eyes were dull, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Cang Shu, do you have any masterpieces?" Cao Cao, who recovered from his senses, threw out other emotions first and turned to look at Cao Chong.

Compared to Cao Zhi's emphasis on Cao Chong, Cao Cao also cared about Cao Chong very much, not to mention that after writing "Afang Palace Fu", Cao Cao even felt that Cao Chong had literary talent.

"Father...I..." Cao Chong thought for a while, but still couldn't say anything.

He looked at Zhou Buyi behind him, then at Cao Zhi, who was so nervous that he clenched his fists with his cuffs, and slowly breathed out.

Huh~

"Father, Chong'er hasn't thought about it yet!"

Didn't think about it? Of course, it wasn't that Cao Chong had the poetry culture of China for 5,000 years in his mind. Although he did not have the function of the bugs in the mobile library, Cao Chong still wrote down a lot, such as the 64 essential articles for the college entrance examination.

It is more than enough to deal with Cao Zhi, but why should I deal with him?

Cao Chong asked himself, what are the benefits of this?

No! Not at all!

Cao Zhi actually had no malice towards him at the beginning, even though he still did not. He had only the idea of ​​not admitting defeat and the anger of the candy being robbed.

With a full conclusion, Cao Zhi is only sixteen years old now. In the future, he will be adolescence. Youth is wild and unruly.

What conspiracies do a sixteen-year-old literary young man have?

No! Even if there is, he is forced to be jealous. Cao Chong feels that if he keeps stealing his limelight, it is really possible that a literary and artistic young man will be on the road of no return to commit crimes.

Therefore, Cao Chong felt that he would take a step back, but this step was not a real retreat, but a retreat into advance!

On the surface, Cao rushed back and made Cao Zhi show his own risk in front of Cao Cao, and he suffered a loss.

But have you really suffered a loss?

Cao Chong shook his head, but he didn't. First of all, he did not lose anything substantial, and Cao Cao's love remained unabated.

Secondly, although Cao Zhi is only sixteen years old, his team has been started, and Cao Chong is no match for him at all.

With a small loss in exchange for Cao Zhi's kindness for a period of time, this business is the best!

"Today, I listen to the poems of the fourth brother, and I feel that I can't calm down for a long time. I'm afraid I can't write literature. I hope my father can understand it!" Cao Chong bowed.

"Oh?" Cao Cao was a little suspicious, but he didn't delve into it, so he had to nod.

"I just say that Zijian's poems are the best, you don't believe it!" Cao Zhang stood up and winked at Cao Zhi. Cao Zhi looked at Cao Chong and showed the attitude of the winner.

"Cang Shu, you are a little humble..." Cao Zhi said with Youyou. Ordinary surface projects still need to be done.

At the banquet, Cao Chong knelt down and had no depressed expression on his face. He turned around and looked at Zhou Buyi, who gave Cao Chong a smile. Obviously, Zhou Buyi also felt that Cao Chong was right.

Most food preparations during the Three Kingdoms period were actually very mature. The reason why the taste was still much worse in later generations was because of the ingredients, cumin and pepper were very expensive now.

On the grill, Cao Chong picked out a piece of meat with a knife and put it down at his mouth to taste it slowly.

Cao Cao stroked his beard and looked at Xiahou who was drinking on the side.

Among the few people in the Xiahou family, Xiahou Ba Xiahou Heng was a complete martial artist, Xiahou Wei was a pure literary man, while Xiahou said that he was both civil and military.

"Shu Quan, do you have a masterpiece?"

Xiahou said, put down the wine bottle, stood up slowly, bowed and said, "I can't get enough of Zijian's literary works. It's a pity that Zihuan. If he were there, this banquet would not be so boring!"

Nothing to taste?

Cao Zhi's face turned dark and his eyes became a little dangerous. What do you mean is that I am not as good as my second brother?

"Okay, you kid, say less sarcastic words. Write if you have articles, and keep drinking if you don't have articles!"

Xiahou Yuan scolded Xiahou with some annoyance, saying that among his sons, counting this Xiahou would cause trouble.

Today, he offended the fourth young master in just one sentence. This is awesome. You have to know that the lord loves Cao Zhi very much!

"The boy has no literary essays, so he will step down!"

Cao Cao shook his head. He admired Xiahou's talent very much, but hoped that he would not just do anything like Ni Heng and do whatever he wanted.

Ni Heng, whose courtesy name is Zhengping, was from Pingyuan County (now Deping Town, Linyi, Dezhou, Shandong). He was arrogant because of his talent.

Be close to Kong Rong.

This guy relied on his talent to anger Cao Cao several times, and was finally sent to Liu Biao by Cao Cao. However, when he arrived at Liu Biao, Ni Heng could not control his mouth and offended Liu Biao again. He was sent to Huang Zu by Liu Biao, but he ended up angering Huang Zu again. Huang Zu was not a good man and believed in women, so he killed Ni Heng directly.

Among the Three Kingdoms, Ni Heng is one of the few people killed by his own mouth.

Cao Cao was afraid that Xiahou would call him such a person. Fortunately, after returning to his seat, Xiahou called him surprisingly quiet.

After the school entrance examination, the banquet was a joy, and the younger generation toasted Cao Cao and Xiahou Yuan respectively, and then toasted each other.

As you come and go, the moon rabbit rises westward and gradually hangs higher than the sky.

Cao Chong was so guilty that he drank very little, and his mind was very clear at this moment.

The Xiahou family and Cao Zhi were in trouble. They all slept like dead pigs, and even some even started to snore.

Cao Cao's face turned red, he pulled out a deer leg and started to chew silently.

Cao Chong had no choice but to slowly think about the next path in such a harsh environment.

From today on, I, Cao Chong, will no longer be a powerless prodigy Cao Chong! I have one hundred tiger soldiers, three thousand leaders Hao Zhao, and Xu Zhu's disciple Zhou Dufu.

There is already a small team!
Chapter completed!