"Brother Ziwen is also preparing to receive reviews. What works have you prepared?" Cao Zhi asked curiously.
"What Brother Wen Lie just said is exactly the work I am planning to ask Mr. Zheng to comment on." Cao Zhang replied.
Cao Xiu was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Ziwen, you couldn't really just write the word "spring" and ask Mr. Zheng to comment on it, right?"
"Where, the spring rain was lingering a few days ago, and I felt something in my heart, so I wrote a poem with the theme of spring. It was to make up for the regret that I didn't write out my father's proposition that day." Cao Zhang responded calmly.
Cao Pi and others were very surprised by Cao Zhang's words. They did not expect that he actually wrote a poem to receive comments.
"Okay, then let's wait and appreciate Ziwen's masterpiece together!" Cao Pi said.
At this time, Cao Zhang no longer hesitated. After saluting several people, he walked toward the high platform and said loudly: "Cao Zhang, son of Cao Sikong, has a poem. Please comment on it by Duke Zheng."
"Master Cao, please come on stage!" The boy next to Zheng Xuan invited him.
Cao Zhang slowly climbed onto the high platform, and the Xiahou brothers and the Cao brothers all looked at him with concern.
Cao Cao on the viewing platform saw Cao Zhang appearing, and a smile appeared on his originally gloomy face.
Although Yang Xiu's excellent performance made him very happy, he also admired and liked Yang Xiu's talents.
However, Cao Zhi and Cao Pi came on stage one after another, but only fell into first and second place, which still made him feel slightly disappointed.
The appearance of Cao Zhang gave Cao Cao another glimmer of hope.
After all, Cao Zhang wrote the Thirty-Six Strategies and the Recruitment Order. Who knows if he will surprise himself again today.
Cao Zhang walked up to Zheng Xuan and saluted respectfully: "Greetings to Mr. Zheng!"
"You're welcome, Mr. Cao. I wonder if you have any works of yours today that you would like me to comment on?" Zheng Xuan asked.
"I have a poem called "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night," please judge by Duke Zheng!" Cao Zhang respectfully sent the prepared bamboo slips to Zheng Xuan.
Zheng Xuan unfolded the bamboo slips, looked at them, and began to recite.
"Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. It sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. The clouds are all dark on the wild paths, and the fire on the river boats is only bright. At dawn, see the red and wet places, and the capital is covered with heavy flowers."
Zheng Xuan's voice was deep and deep, and the poems he read were cadenced and very beautiful.
This poem "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night" is a famous poem by Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty, but he wrote about the scenery of Chengdu. The last sentence was originally: Flowers are heavy on Jinguancheng.
In order to adapt to the situation, Cao Zhang made a slight change, changing Jinguan City to Mandu City, but it also rhymed with the same rhyme and was more in line with the location of Xudu.
After Zheng Xuan finished reading, everyone present was astonished, recalling the artistic conception in the poem.
Sneaked into the night wind, moisten things silently.
This artistic conception is so beautiful.
Along with a round of applause, thunderous applause erupted in the venue. Good poetry will naturally be appreciated by the world.
Everyone looked at Cao Zhang. No one expected that the unknown man would write such a beautiful poem.
Cao Cao's slightly narrowed eyes suddenly brightened up. He was not only an outstanding politician and military strategist, but also had extremely high attainments in poetry. Naturally, he could hear the profoundness of the poetry as soon as he heard it.
The description of the spring rain in the poem is vivid and profound in artistic conception, which can completely make the listener feel the artistic conception in the poem. It is definitely a top-quality product.
Zheng Xuan put down the bamboo slips and looked at Cao Zhang with an appreciative expression.
He had also heard about the reputation and talents of the Cao family and his son for a long time, and knew that Cao Zhi and Cao Pi were both very talented people.
After reading their works today, I can indeed see that there is still a lot of room for improvement for both of them.
But Zheng Xuan had no impression of Cao Zhang. He only knew that he was a military commander who was good at fighting. However, he did not expect that when one of his poems came out, he was shocked.
"What a poem!" Zheng Xuan praised directly, "Mr. Cao's poem is about spring rain. It is written like a dream and has a very artistic conception. It is definitely another top-notch poem among all the poems written today!"
The audience burst into cheers and discussions again, and another excellent song was born!
"Brother Ziwen, well done!" Xia Houjuan and Xia Houba excitedly waved their arms to Cao Zhang on the stage.
Cao Zhang listened to the cheers from the audience and was very excited. He chose the right content and achieved his goal of making a blockbuster.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Zheng!" Cao Zhang respectfully thanked Zheng Xuan.
Cao Pi in the crowd widened his eyes in astonishment. He had no idea that Cao Zhang, whom he had always looked down upon, could write a poem that was far superior to his own.
Cao Zhen also looked surprised and asked in a low voice: "Zihuan, is this really written by Ziwen?"
"It's impossible for him to have such a level, it's impossible!" Cao Xiu also said anxiously from the side.
"How is it impossible? My brother Ziwen just has literary talent!" Xia Houjuan was very excited when he heard that Cao Zhang's works were rated as high-quality.
Cao Pi's eyes couldn't help but look at Cao Cao on the viewing platform, and he whispered sadly but helplessly: "It seems that Zijian is not the only one my father prefers now."
Cao Zhen was shocked: "You mean, this poem was written by Sikong Gang Ziwen?"
"You're not talking nonsense! Even Zijian can only write first-class poems. Looking at Xu Du, besides Sikong, who else has the ability to write first-class poems!?" Cao Xiu understood what Cao Pi said.
"This is too much, this is unfair!" Cao Zhen muttered angrily.
Cao Pi sighed helplessly: "When has father ever been fair to me?"
Cao Pi had a feminine personality since he was a child and was not liked by Cao Cao, so he always harbored resentment in his heart, but he could only tolerate it.
"No, we must not let Ziwen be so arrogant and complacent!"
The more Cao Zhen thought about it, the angrier he became. He suddenly stood up and shouted loudly: "Ziwen, this poem was not written by you at all. You copied it!"
Cao Zhen's shout immediately caused a commotion in the venue.
After all, Cao Zhang's reputation is well known in Xudu. Many people only know that he is brave and has a bad temper.
He suddenly wrote poems with such artistic conception, which also made many people full of doubts.
When Xun Yu saw Cao Zhen standing up to question Cao Zhang, he quickly whispered to Cao Cao: "Sikong..."
Cao Cao waved his hand gently: "If he really wrote it himself, he can definitely prove it himself!"
Xun Yu nodded knowingly, retreated behind Cao Cao, and stopped talking.
Cao Zhang had already expected that some people would question him.
He turned back to look at the furious Cao Zhen, calmly asked with a faint smile: "Brother Zidan, you said that I plagiarized "Spring Night Joyful Rain", but who did you plagiarize? Who is the original author of this poem? Do you know? ?”
Cao Zhen was stunned by his question. Although he had thoughts in his mind, he still did not dare to say in public that Cao Cao protected Cao Zhang and gave him poems.
Seeing that Cao Zhen could not speak, Cao Zhang turned around and bowed to everyone present and asked: "May I ask all the sages present, does anyone know where the poem I just wrote came from and who is the author?"
When Cao Zhang asked this question, everyone shook their heads. It was the first time for everyone to hear it, and they didn't know the source.
Cao Zhang was helpless and could only quibble: "Who knows if you hired an expert to write for you, but used it as your own work to deceive you? If you were really capable, would you dare to compose another one on the spot?"
