Although Cao Zhi was determined to compete with Cao Chong, he didn't know Yang Xiu's plan, so he hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "How did Dezu do it, you told me!"

Yang Xiu compared a sitting posture to Cao Zhi, and after Cao was implanted in the seat, Yang Xiu slowly knelt down and sat back.

Yang Xiu didn't directly tell Cao Zhi what to do about it, but just asked Cao Zhi a question.

"Childe can be trusted to write such a masterpiece by Seventh Childe?"

Cao Zhi was stunned for a moment, he had doubts, but that was only a doubt, a gentleman could not deny the other party's literary talent because of doubt.

"Maybe the seventh brother really has this talent, and there has always been no certainty in literature!"

Yang Xiu shook his head and looked at Cao Zhi, with a bit of hatred for iron not becoming steel.

"The Seventh Prince is a son, he must not be able to write such a masterpiece, and this masterpiece is all plagiarized from Zijian's masterpiece!"

Cao Zhi was stunned for a moment, and immediately became dumbfounded.

"Dezu said cautiously, if I write such a good work, where is the need to read the scriptures and poems every day?"

Yang Xiu didn't think so, this plagiarized hat, he and Wu Zhen had the same opinion, they both wanted to put this basin on Cao Chong's head.

"Zijian, this is what you wrote!"

Cao Zhi looked at Yang Xiu's eyes, and finally understood what Yang Xiu meant, is this a slander?

Cao Zhi has always prided himself as a righteous gentleman, in fact, he also demands himself like this, and now when he heard Yang Xiu say such things, Cao Zhi was obviously unhappy.

"Dezu, this is a slanderous act, those who do this are all villains, I can't do it!"

Yang Xiu first stood up, then knelt in front of Cao Zhi, and said loudly: "Childe, those who have become great things since ancient times are not informal, so why should Childe care about these details?"

Cao Zhi shook his head, his handsome face engraved with struggle.

"I will never do anything about this, Dezu don't force it, I can't do it!"

Even if Yang Xiu had been mentally prepared, when he heard Cao Zhi say such words at this moment, he still felt a deep disappointment in his heart.

Zijian, what you did this time is not the work of someone who has achieved great things!

"Alas~"

Yang Xiu sighed deeply, and then his eyes were full of spirit again.

"No matter what, the child's pure heart is also the reason why the prime minister loves it, but this matter is difficult for a strong person!"

Cao Zhi looked at Yang Xiu and sighed, feeling a little guilty, he also knew that he did something wrong, but, in order to compete for a throne, he discarded his bottom line, Cao Zhi thought that he couldn't do such a thing!

"Dezu, there is another way!"

Yang Xiu looked at Cao Zhi, his eyes became more and more firm, that is, Zijian, you want to be a saint, then this wicked person, I will do it!

"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.

"Dezu, come quickly!"

Yang Xiu looked helpless, and finally said slowly: "Then it is said that the Wenfu of the Seventh Prince is the act of misappropriating Chen Lin's Wenfu!"

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

Yang Xiu smiled strangely and said: "It is precisely because he is dead that it is easy to start, and when the time comes, it will be a very good thing to die without proof!"

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

"Dezu, my father is not as unbearable as you think, as soon as this incident comes out, my father will naturally have a certain number in his heart!"

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

Yang Xiu disagreed, got up and walked out of the small courtyard, walked under a huge plane tree, and leaned his back against it.

"The prime minister is wise and martial, so naturally he won't believe it easily!"

Cao Zhi was anxious in his heart, and hurriedly said: "Then this plan is not like chicken ribs, the food is tasteless, and it is a pity to abandon it?"

Yang Xiu shook his head, tore off a sycamore leaf from his hand, and put it in the palm of his hand to look at it carefully.

"Childe thinks that if the prime minister doesn't believe it, will this matter be over?"

Cao Zhi didn't even think about it, and blurted out such a sentence.

"Isn't it?"

Regardless of Xun, Xun Yu, Cheng Yu, Zhang Liao...... Even all the civil and military generals believe it, but as long as one Cao Cao doesn't believe it, the matter will be closed!

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

"Naturally not, if the prime minister really believes in the seventh prince, it will not be beneficial, can the prince understand why Xiu went to invite the Marquis of Yan Ling and asked him to comfort the prime minister Tian Hunting?"

Cao Zhi didn't think much about it at the time, but this time Yang Xiu said it again, but he found something special in it!

Yes, why did you let your father hunt in the field?

Yang Xiu didn't wait for Cao Zhi to speak, so he continued: "Hunting, hunting and chasing birds!" On the occasion of Tian Hunting, the military generals of Wenchen are all there, and then you and I will order others to mention this matter, then the prime minister will not believe it or not! ”

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

"Dezu wants to say in front of your uncles that Cangshu Wenfu is plagiarized?"

Yang Xiu nodded approvingly.

"But even if we say it, others won't necessarily believe it, isn't it useless?"

Yang Xiu shook his head and walked in front of Cao Zhi.

"As soon as this statement comes out, it's not for others to believe, I'm just trying to make a name."

"Name?" Cao Zhi was taken aback, and hurriedly asked, "What is the name?"

Yang Xiu looked at Cao Zhi carefully, and said word by word: "Wendou!"

Wendou?

"What does Dezu mean is that I want to compete with Cangshu before I can learn?"

Yang Xiu nodded!

"No, this is absolutely not possible!" Cao Zhi's face turned pale, if Yang Xiu said this sentence more than ten days ago, Cao Zhi would definitely say that he didn't want to bully the weak, but in the past few days, Cao Zhi has been a little afraid, and even admired Cao Chong.

Especially after familiarizing himself with Cao Chong's writings, this sense of distance is getting stronger and stronger, and even Cao Zhi has the idea that he can't surpass Cao Chong in his life.

"In terms of literary talent, I think I am not as good as Cangshu, this literary fight, isn't it self-inflicted?"

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

Cao Zhi took the bamboo slip and looked at it carefully, for a long time, he looked up at Yang Xiu, and his eyes were already a little calm!

"Is this bamboo slip true?"

Yang Xiu nodded, and said at the same time: "This volume is the oral account of the person who cleaned the Seventh Prince's Academy, and it is impossible to conclude that there can be any falsehood!"

Cao Zhi put the bamboo slip on the table, and his thoughts were much more vivid.

"The Seventh Prince can't even write well with a brush, and he can't even recognize all the words, how can he write such a literary gift?"

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

"What does that son mean......" Yang Xiu stared at Cao Zhi's eyes carefully.

"Naturally, I agreed, Cangshu is talented, I will be ecstatic about it, but if he really plagiarizes other people's works and defiles my Cao's lintel, I don't blame me for exposing it in public!"

Cao Zhi said to himself in his heart: If the seventh brother really copied other people's works, it would be better to give me this fame!