Ying Fei is not Cao Zijian, who is only ten stones in the world and has eight buckets. But he also has a plug-in that others don't have, and since the Han Dynasty, poetry has won a great development.

The most fundamental literature of the Han Dynasty was not poetry but Fu, and Fu was the most elaborate and talented. The prime time of poetry is the Tang Dynasty, and now Ying Fei has the pen of an immortal saint, and it is naturally easy to write a poem.

The shameless plagiarist standing on the shoulders of the sages had a smug look on his face at the moment. At this time, Ying Fei suddenly gave birth to a touch of gratitude in her heart, although shallow but sincere.

If it weren't for the cramming teaching of later generations, how could today's Yingfei treat many truly talented scholars like dogs.

As soon as such arrogant words came out, they immediately caused an uproar. At this time, not only Wang Fei and others criticized them, but even Cai Yong and others frowned slightly. They felt that Ying Fei's tone was too loud and arrogant, and there was no trace of the attitude that should be advanced after learning.

Cai Yong is a person who is persistent in literature, and when he heard Ying Fei so arrogant at this moment, his expression began to change, and the smile was hidden at the corner of his mouth, and a cold look appeared on his face.

"The virtuous nephew is so confident, please write a poem!" Cai Yong's dissatisfaction was expressed, and he said to Ying Fei.

"Please write poems to prove your talents!"

"Please write poems to prove your talents!"

"Please write poems to prove your talents!"

At this moment, Cai Yong's exit suddenly made the people in the courtyard have a leader, condensed into a force, and shot at Ying Fei. Suddenly, the place where Ying Fei and the others were became the focus.

The beautiful lady in the boudoir covered her mouth gently, and a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes. She didn't know why it had come to this point, and Ying Fei didn't write poems. Cai Yan would never believe that Cao Cao would deceive people and make fun of it.

Cai Yan, who knows Cao Cao, knows in his heart that since there is Cao's operation certificate, then this poem is from this person. With Cao Mengde's cleverness, Gain is aware of the impact of stealing poetry on a person.

Her beautiful eyes flickered a few times, blinked gently, and one of the bright lights flashed, and Cai Yan was curious about this person in her heart. The ruddy little mouth spat out affirmative words accompanied by a faint orchid fragrance: "What a powerful man!"

Cao Cao, Yuan Shao and others were at the scene, unable to make the most objective observations, and they didn't guess Ying Fei's twists and turns for a while. On the contrary, Cai Yan, who lives alone, as an outsider, noticed Ying Fei's intentions from every clue.

"This man has the initiative from the moment he enters the door, whether it is Wang Feiyi who spoke before or his father, they are just his pawns!" A flash of horror flashed in Cai Yan's beautiful eyes, but she heard it with her own ears that Ying Fei was only twelve years old.

"Brother Fei?"

Xu Shu's expression showed a hint of anger, in his opinion, these people were too deceitful. Xu Shu even had the idea of drawing a sword to kill him, and then fleeing to the world.

Thinking of this, Xu Shu's eyes couldn't help revealing a trace of murder. Ying Fei, who was always getting along with her, naturally noticed it at the first time, turned over and shook her head at Xu Shu and said, "Brother, no!"

Killing Cai Yong and the others in Luoyang will undoubtedly anger the entire Han Dynasty. At that time, the Central Plains Han soil, Huaxia Kyushu will no longer have a place for themselves and others.

"Brother Ying, are you okay?"

Cao Cao and Yuan Shao were also full of embarrassment, and at this moment, the two of them were caught in the middle, and it was really difficult to be people. Anyway, Ying Fei and the others were brought in by the two of them, so it's really not good to ask.

"Brother Benchu, believe in Fei!"

Compared with Cao Cao, Yuan Shao needs confidence more. At this time, today's matter is no longer my own business, once I can't make poems here, even Yuan Shao and Cao Cao will have a lot of influence.

If you don't know anyone, you can make him lose points in the family. Cao Cao is a little better, although the family is large, Cao Cao is the eldest son, so far no one wants to shake his position.

Relatively speaking, Yuan Shao's position is in jeopardy. First of all, Yuan Shao is not the eldest son, but the concubine. If it weren't for Yuan Cheng's lineage, coupled with Yuan Shao's true ability, I am afraid that he would have been replaced by Yuan Shu long ago.

Taking a deep look at Cao Cao and Yuan Shao, Ying Fei showed a smile on her face and quickly rendered it. The corners of his mouth outline a shallow arc, as if hiding a monstrous mockery. Ying Fei suddenly had a wave of self-confidence, which became stronger and stronger.

"That being the case, please Cai Zhonglang propose!"

What is arrogance, this is. What is confidence, this is. It's just a poem, but please propose. At this moment, Ying Fei was full of confidence, like an unsheathed knife, domineering and sharp.

As soon as this remark came out, it immediately caused an uproar. Self-writing poems and propositional poems are two levels, and the faces of the people who were still laughing at them became more and more embarrassed. There was a vague feeling that this time I had touched a hard stubble.

Cai Yong heard the words and felt exquisite in his heart, looking at the confident and energetic young man, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and said: "Those who write poems, they all love flowers, and today I will ask my nephew to write a poem with the theme of chrysanthemum."

After a pause, Cai Yong continued: "Limited to one pillar of incense, everyone here will be judged, virtuous nephew, please!"

Everyone feels that such conditions are too harsh, after all, poetry is not copying poetry, and all kinds of conditions are indispensable. Just when everyone was frowning and thinking about what Cai Yong meant, Ying Fei shook his head and said, "Cai Zhonglang doesn't have to be so wasteful, Fei only needs seven steps!"

"Fanatic,"

"Ignorant child!"

It only took seven steps, and everyone was shocked by this sentence. Even Cao Cao and Xu Shu, who knew Yingfei's talents, were shocked, and they wrote poems in seven steps, which is nothing for the ages.

Glancing meaningfully at Cao Cao, Ying Fei showed a hint of a smile. The father of the protagonist of this seven-step poem is by his side, will he sue himself for infringement.

The audience was silent, and everyone's eyes stared at Ying Fei without blinking.

Ying Fei has her own plans for this matter, because once she really makes a poem, she will inevitably move the world for a while. Coupled with the propaganda of Cai Yong and others, the fame he seeks can be preliminarily achieved.

"Wait until September 8 in autumn," Ying Fei began to take a step, glanced at the chrysanthemums planted by Cai Yong, and made the first sentence after a little thought.

There are six more steps, and everyone is counting. The blood in their hearts is boiling hot, and today they may witness the arrival of a miracle. Under the expectation of everyone, Ying Fei spoke again: "After my flowers bloom, a hundred flowers will be killed."

"Five more steps!"

Ying Fei didn't care about others, ******** just to pretend to be forced. Ying Fei at this moment is simply forced to possess the god, and the force is absolutely hanging. took two steps in a row and said slightly: "The Heavenly Incense Array penetrates Luoyang,"

"Two Steps"

At this time, even the sound of breathing is tense and rapid, and this moment witnesses a miracle and provokes people's hearts. Cai Yan, who was hiding at the door and eavesdropping, didn't care so much, opened the door and ran out.

The huge sound of the door opening, no one paid attention to it, and their minds were all pulled at this moment.

"One step!"

Everyone could hear their heartbeats, and they looked at the high-spirited teenager with mixed feelings, full of anticipation.

"The city is full of golden armor."