The reason why Ying Fei agreed to come was that admiration was secondary, for Ying Fei, who had already set her goal, Cai Yong couldn't teach him anything.

All he wanted was to make a name for himself, to be precise, to be famous, and to be famous throughout the Central Plains. Today, the yellow scarf has not risen, and those who can have such energy to make Yingfei famous must be Zheng Xuan and Cai Yong.

Cai Yong and Zheng Xuan's prestige in Shilin is huge, as long as they apprentice, they can use this huge fame to achieve great things. This is also the reason why Liu Bei has been in exile all his life and has always been good in the name of benevolence and righteousness.

Although Lu Zhi is officially listed as a nine-grade official, he has little to do with Liu Xuande. Liu Xuande only audited a few classes of Lu Zhi, and then claimed that he was a disciple who deceived the world and stole his name.

At that time, Liu Bei couldn't pass Zhang, and he couldn't make Mi Zhu, and a few people finally had one of the three points in the world, just because Liu Bei was famous.

If you are famous, you will naturally attract people from all over the world to follow you. At the beginning of the Chibi War, Liu Bei went south to Jiangxia and followed hundreds of thousands of people.

In ancient times, the communication conditions were poor, and if you wanted to do something, you needed to know its name in the world. And the name is the most inadequate point of Yingfei now, following Cao Cao and the others forward, thinking about the aspects that are beneficial to themselves in their minds.

"Meng De, the two virtuous nephews at the beginning, please, I don't know who these two are?" As soon as he entered the door, Cai Yong saw the four people standing out from the crowd at a glance, stood up and spoke.

Although Cai Yong is now the Taishan Beidou of Shilin, he is still a little unsightly in the face of Cao Teng's power and compared with Yuan Shuen IV.

What's more, there are contacts between the two sides, and the cutting is still messy, Yuan Shao and Cao Cao are talents for a while, and Cai Yong likes it. Besides, as the host, Cai Yong had to say hello.

"Cai Zhonglang doesn't have to be like this, Shao and Meng De are both juniors, Zhonglang is so tormented by us!" Yuan Shao was also slightly stunned when he saw Cai Yong get up, although this was nothing, but in front of many guests, Yuan Shao didn't dare to be too presumptuous.

"After the end of school, I have seen Cai Zhonglang!"

As soon as Yuan Shao's modesty passed, Ying Fei and Xu Shu hurriedly withdrew and saluted Cai Yong.

"The two virtuous nephews don't need to be polite, please hurry up!" Cai Yong's eyes flashed with a hint of confusion, and then he retracted and said to Yingfei and the others.

Cai Yong is an old man, and the churning in his heart will naturally not appear on the face. Under the face as calm as water, there is a turbulent unrest.

The four people in front of him, all with different temperaments, stand out from the crowd and stand out among everyone. In Cai Yong's eyes, the young man with the sword is not very old, not much more than fifteen, but his momentum is like a sword, and his edge is exposed.

He knew the talents of Yuan Shao and Cao Cao, and the youngest boy was only twelve, his grace and atmosphere, tall as a knife, his bright eyes flashed with confidence, and his body was full of an indomitable sharpness.

These two men are dragons among men!

This is the first definition of Cai Yong. Then he muttered, "Good seedling, good seedling!"

Seeing Xu Shu and Ying Fei for the first time, Cai Yong's heart was moved. Now he has reached the age of not being confused, but what he has learned has not been passed on.

Although Cai Yan is smart and studious, she is a woman after all!

"Haha, Cai Zhonglang, I just entered the house and heard someone arguing about the poem Mingyueguang in front of the bed." The corners of Cao Cao's mouth outlined a hint of banter, glanced at Ying Fei, and said with a faint smile: "Its author is far away in the sky, close in front of him!"

"What!"

A young man who eats wine has an open mouth, and he doesn't know when the wine glass in his hand falls.

"How is this possible, how old is he!"

The voices of doubts were overwhelming, and they all swept towards Yingfei. In the face of earth-shattering doubts, Ying Fei didn't say a word, but the anger on Xu Shu's face surfaced, and the sword in his left hand was obviously tightened.

The doubts in the hall made Cai Yong a little embarrassed, and his face was a little unbearable. At this time, it should have been brought by Cai Yong to end this farce. But Cai Yong's face only changed, and there was no follow-up.

In the final analysis, Ying Fei is too young to get the attention of others, although Cai Yong doesn't say it, he is also suspicious in his heart. Ying Fei turned his head to look at Cao Cao deeply, and he remembered Cao Cao's admonition outside the door.

Caifu Garden is lined with rockeries, and the location of the poetry meeting is located in the west of Caifu. According to the architectural layout of this era, this location is generally used as a residence for female dependents.

Cai Yong's wife died early and never renewed. In addition to the maid, there is only one female dependent in the family, Cai Yan is attracted by the quarrel in the courtyard at this time, Cai Yan hides at the door and eavesdrops.

For the poem of bright moonlight in front of the bed, Cai Yan also likes it very much. I just heard someone say that its author appeared in his home, and Cai Yan had the urge to see him.

"Miss, if we go out and listen, the master won't reprimand!" The maid Cai Yu saw that her young lady was cautious, like a thief, and couldn't help but persuade her.

"Yu'er, don't worry, I'll see how he answers and resolve this difficulty." Cai Yan is smart in her heart, she knows that as long as she goes out, this time the difficulty will be easily resolved.

But she didn't know him well, so there was no reason to help him. The most important thing is Cai Yan, who wants to see how powerful the person who wrote this poem is, after all, it is a poem that even his father can't praise.

"After the end of school, I entered Fei, I am twelve years old, I don't know what advice you have!" Ying Fei spoke in a voice of doubt, and when all doubts reached the highest point, Ying Fei did not hesitate to make a move, and her words were sharp and almost aggressive.

Counterattacking is a skill, and Ying Fei ignores all doubts, and when it reaches its peak, it is better to deliver a fatal blow at the most critical point.

And as soon as Ying Fei exited, he took everyone and left no one. There were people who were dissatisfied with Ying Fei's move, but everyone didn't say anything, after all, they just attacked Ying Fei.

Now it's the other party's turn to fight back, and they can't find any reason to be dissatisfied.

"Cao Mengde said that you made the poem of the bright moonlight before the bed, I don't believe it." At this moment, a young man's face showed a trace of anger, and a trace of resentment crossed his eyes and came out and said: "If you want to prove that this poem was written by you, it is very simple, and the on-site proof is!"

"Yes, I want to prove it, compose poetry on the spot!"

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"Hahahaha...... It's a trivial matter, what a way! Ying Fei glanced at the bird with contempt, and a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth.

He knew that the other party was purely stumbling on him, and no one could make such a famous story as silent night thinking in a short period of time. Poetry immortals can't, and poetry saints can't.

The Central Plains has been vast for thousands of years, and only one person has done it. When Ying Fei thought of this, she glanced at Cao Cao beside her vaguely and sighed in her heart: "I don't know if Cao Zijian was born!"

Only a pervert like Cao Zijian can make poems within seven steps. Of course, Ying Fei is not among them, even if she is given a year, I am afraid she will not be able to make any good poems.

Yingfei, who is familiar with Han Feizi, has a hand in playing power, and as for chanting poetry, I am afraid it is not as good as Xu Shu, who has abandoned martial arts for two months.