"Father, my son has an article, I beg you to correct it!"

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.

Lang Lang singing, and then followed!

Put the wine on the high hall, and travel from me.

The Chinese kitchen runs a rich meal, cooks sheep and slaughters fat cows.

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

Yang A plays a strange dance, and Jingluo is famous.

Happy to drink the three lords, slowly with shame.

………………

It must not be forgotten for a long time, and it is especially important in the end.

Humble and gentlemanly virtue, what do you want.

The wind is blowing in the day, and the scenery is flowing westward.

The heyday will not come again, and a hundred years will be over.

Survive in the Huawu place, scattered to the hills.

The ancestors who do not die, know what to worry about.

Cao Zhi's voice was warm and cool, like a broken wave floating quietly in the dark night, the silver light in the pond was dark and gorgeous, a slightly hoarse voice, like the fragrance of red sandalwood after the rain, the obscurity that penetrated into the heart, and shed a gentle light.

Even Cao Chong was unconsciously substituted into the artistic conception of this five-character poem, with some helplessness, helplessness, and some thoughts about life.

The cubs of the Xiahou family naturally couldn't understand Cao Zhi's poems, but they just thought that Cao Zhi said it soundly, so they slapped the table hard.

"Good, good poetry, good poetry!"

Xiahou said that the cup holding the wine suddenly paused for a moment, thoughtfully, and then drank the glass of wine again.

"The public did not cross the river, but the public crossed the river!" Cao Cao muttered to himself, his eyes were a little wandering, Cao Zhi's poems actually reminded him of the pleasure of feasting and drinking with Guo Jia, and his eyes were a little moist.

The public did not cross the river, but the public actually crossed the river. Crossing the river and dying, what is the matter?

Fengxiao, I miss you very much!

"Zijian's talent is really rare! Worthy of being my son! Cao Cao wiped the tears from his eyes with long sleeves before picking up a piece of meat on the table and handing it to Cao Zhi.

"Zijian, come!"

Cao Zhi took the jet-black meat ball, swallowed it in one gulp, and looked at Cao Cao's pampered eyes, Cao Zhi's eyes couldn't help but be sour.

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

Except for Cao Cao, Cao Chong, and Xiahou called Zhou Budo, no one could understand Cao Zhi's deep meaning, and most of them thought that the poem was poignant.

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

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

Cao Chong picked up the amphora bottle in his hand, which was similar to the shape of a plate in later generations, and took a small sip of the somewhat cloudy corn wine, his eyes were blank, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Cangshu, do you have a masterpiece?" Cao Cao, who had come to his senses, threw out the other emotions first, and turned to look at Cao Chong.

With Cao Zhi's attention to Cao Chong, Cao Cao also cares about Cao Chong, not to mention that after writing "A Fang Gong Fu", Cao Cao felt that Cao Chong had literary talent.

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

He looked at Zhou Budo behind him, and then at Cao Zhi, who was so nervous that his cuffs were clenched into fists, and slowly exhaled.

Call~

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

Didn't think about it? Naturally, it's not that he didn't think about it, Cao Chong has 5,000 years of Chinese poetry culture in his head, although he doesn't have the bug function of the mobile library, Cao Chong still wrote down a lot, such as 64 articles necessary for the college entrance examination.

It's more than enough to deal with Cao Zhi, but why deal with him?

Cao Chong asked himself, what is the benefit of this?

No! Not at all!

Cao Zhi actually had no ill will towards himself at the beginning, even now, there is still none, all he has is the idea of not admitting defeat, and the anger of being robbed of candy.

Cao Zhi is only sixteen years old now, sixteen years old, in the next generation, it is adolescence, youth, is wild and uninhibited.

Sixteen-year-old literary and artistic youth, what are the intrigues?

Even if there is, it is forced by jealousy, Cao Chong feels that if he keeps stealing his limelight, it is really possible to let a literary and artistic young man embark on the road of no return to breaking the law and committing crimes.

Therefore, Cao Chong felt that he took a step back, but this step was not a real retreat, but a retreat!

On the surface, Cao Chong took a step back, allowing Cao Zhi to make a limelight in front of Cao Cao, and he suffered a loss.

But did you really suffer a loss?

Cao Chong shook his head, in fact, no, although Cao Zhi is only sixteen years old, his team has already started, and the current Cao Chong is not his opponent at all.

With a small loss, in exchange for Cao Zhi's goodwill for a period of time, this business couldn't be better!

"Listening to the fourth brother's poems today, I can't calm down for a long time, I hope my father will be clear!" Cao Chong bowed.

"Oh?" Cao Cao was a little suspicious, but he didn't dig deeper, so he had to nod.

"I'll just say that Zijian Shifu is the best, you don't believe it!" Cao Zhang got up and winked at Cao Zhi, while Cao Zhi looked at Cao Chong and also showed the posture of a victor.

"Cangshu, you're a little modest......" Cao Zhi said quietly, and the general surface engineering still has to be done.

At the banquet, Cao Chong knelt down and sat back, his face was not gloomy at all, and he turned to look at Zhou Budo, who gave Cao Chong a smile, obviously, Zhou Budo also felt that Cao Chong did the right thing.

Most of the food practices of the Three Kingdoms period are actually very mature, and the reason why the taste is still a lot worse is because of the ingredients, cumin, pepper, etc., which are very expensive now.

On the grill, Cao Chong used a knife to pick out a piece of meat, put it down and taste it slowly.

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

Among the several people in the Xiahou family, Xiahou Ba Xiahou Heng is a full martial artist, Xiahou Wei is a pure literati, and Xiahou is both civil and military.

"Uncle Quan, can you make a masterpiece?"

Xiahou put down the wine bottle, slowly stood up, bowed and saluted: "Zijian's Wenfu, I can't do it, it's a pity Zihuan, if he is here, this kind of banquet will not be so boring!"

Dull?

Cao Zhi's face darkened, and his eyes had become a little dangerous, do you mean to say that I am not as good as the second brother?

"Okay, you kid, don't say more cool words, write articles if you have them, and continue to drink if you don't have articles!"

Xiahou Yuan scolded Xiahou a little irritably, saying that among his sons, just counting this Xiahou title would cause trouble.

Today, he actually offended the fourth prince with one sentence, this is worth it, you must know that the lord loves Cao Zhi very much!

"The kid doesn't have any literary endowment, so he will retreat!"

Cao Cao shook his head, he admired Xiahou's talent, but hoped that he wouldn't be like You Heng and just go around dying.

You Heng, the word Zhengping, is a native of Pingyuan County (now Deping Town, Linyi, Dezhou, Shandong). Personality and pride. Friendship with holes.

This guy, relying on his talents, angered Cao Cao several times, and was finally sent to Liu Biao by Cao Cao, but when he got to Liu Biao, You Heng couldn't control his mouth, and offended Liu Biao, and was sent to Huang Zu by Liu Biao, and as a result, Huang Zu was angered again, Huang Zu was not a good man and a woman, so he killed You Heng directly.

Among the Three Kingdoms, You Heng was one of the few people who was killed by his own mouth.

And Cao Cao was afraid that Xiahou would say that he was such a person, but fortunately, after sitting back in his seat, Xiahou said that he was surprisingly quiet.

After the school examination, it was the joy of feasting and drinking, and the small characters toasted Cao Cao and Xiahou Yuan respectively, and then toasted each other.

Between you and me, the moon rabbit rises in the west, and gradually hangs above the sky.

Cao Chong drank very little because of his weak heart, and his mind was very clear at the moment.

And the Xiahou family and Cao Zhi were miserable, sleeping like dead pigs one by one, and even worse, they actually snored.

Cao Cao's face was flushed, he pulled off a deer leg and gnawed silently.

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

From today onwards, I, Cao Chong, am no longer a powerless prodigy Cao Chong! I have a hundred tiger warriors, a leader of 3,000 people, Hao Zhao, and a disciple of Xu Zhu, Zhou Dufu.

There's already a small team!

Of course, these are just the beginning......