When the poor scholars in the class saw Cao Chong's works, they attracted the attention of the big guys. They were all full of thoughts and were eager to try it out, and they all wanted to step on Cao Chong to take the lead.

"Well!" Chen Lin unfolded the bamboo slips and read them out in a stern voice.

The six kings are gone, the four seas are gone, the mountains are gone, and the Afang is out...

Among the four places, only Chen Lin's songs were singing, and those poor disciples holding the bamboo slips had long since fallen and put down the bamboo slips.

How could these two sons of Cao Cao be so talented?

Even Sima Fang began to sigh.

"You guys!" A poor man stood up with a bamboo slip. He lowered his head and said loudly: "This masterpiece, Zhao Qi, does not believe, was written by Master Cao Qi!"

"oh?"

Chen Lin put down the bamboo slips, and some joy flashed in her eyes. To be honest, this article "Abang Palace Fu" is better than him. A thirteen-year-old man wrote a literary fu that is better than that I have written for decades?

How is this possible?

Therefore, Chen Lin didn't believe it was written by Cao Chong. Now a pawn rushed up, which was exactly what Chen Lin wanted.

"What should you do if you think?"

At the Lotus Pool Banquet, although Cao Chong wrote a "Guanhou Introduction" by Li Bai, the banquet had limited influence, so it did not appeal to Chen Lin and others.

"Reporting to Mr. Chen, according to my humble opinion, it is better to ask Mr. Cao Qi to write another article!"

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