"Sir, please speak!"
Cao Cao was in a good mood at the moment and said with a smile,
"Don't talk about one thing, it's easy to discuss hundreds of things."
Yang Ling smiled and explained,
"I lost my family members when I was young, so I didn't have a name until I reached adulthood."
"Please ask the Prime Minister to choose a font name for my subordinates!"
The ancients believed that names were given by parents, and only elders could call them by their first names.
It would be very rude to call people of the same generation by their first names.
Therefore, most people will choose another font name after the crowning ceremony to make it easier for others to call them.
But Yang Ling came from time travel and never had a name.
When others call him, they always call him by his first name, which seems a bit awkward.
So he took this opportunity to ask Cao Cao to help him create a brand name.
"I thought it was something big."
Cao Cao smiled and stroked his beard, pondered for a moment, and said,
"Sir, you are very talented. Why don't you call me Ziyi?"
Yi refers to something beyond the ordinary and extraordinary. With Yang Ling's intelligence, Zi Yi is the most suitable word.
"Thank you, Prime Minister, for the font name!"
Yang Ling also accepted it happily.
"Congratulations Mr. Ziyi!"
Xun Yu and Feng Xiao also came forward to congratulate him.
You know, there are not many people who can let Cao Cao choose the font name himself!
…
Cao Cao had not yet defeated Yuan Shao and unified the north. In order to avoid unnecessary complications, the official education and imperial examination systems were temporarily put on hold.
But this does not prevent Yang Ling from promoting paper first.
On this day, he called Zhao Yun and prepared to leave the mansion.
There were dozens of guards accompanying him, and they looked majestic. Wherever they went, the people retreated.
Yang Ling suddenly couldn't laugh or cry.
"Zilong, let's just say...there's no need to make such a big show, right?"
"Brother, it's not my fault. It was requested by the Prime Minister."
Zhao Yun looked innocent.
After being assassinated last time, Cao Cao asked Zhao Yun to protect Yang Ling.
In just two or three days, Zhao Yun selected 300 elite soldiers from the army to serve as Yang Ling's bodyguards.
"All right."
Boss Cao also had good intentions, so Yang Ling naturally couldn't say anything.
Soon they arrived at Cao Zhi's mansion.
After announcing his intention, the servant went in to report.
After a while, Cao Zhi trotted all the way and came out to greet him personally.
"How come Mr. Ziyi is so free today that he comes to visit me?"
Cao Zhi said a little flattered.
Since that day's poetry meeting, Yang Ling has become famous in the Xudu literary circle.
It's just a pity that after that, Yang Ling never refused to participate in poetry gatherings again.
This made Cao Zhi and other talented men and beauties sigh with regret.
"To be honest, Mr. Zijian, I came to visit you today to ask for something."
Yang Ling said with a smile.
"Are you joking, sir? Now that you are a gentleman with five senses, why would you ask me for help?"
Cao Zhi welcomed Yang Ling into the lobby, sat opposite each other, and joked.
"This matter must be done by Zijian Gongzi."
"Oh? Sir, please tell me, as long as I can do it, I will never refuse!"
Cao Zhi patted his chest and said.
"In a few days, the young master will hold a poetry gathering again, right?"
"Yes, this is indeed the case."
Cao Zhi nodded, his eyes lit up, and he smiled ambiguously,
"Sir, does he want to participate? If so, I will definitely call a few ladies to come."
"After they read his "Luo Shen Fu", they have infinite admiration for him!"
Didn't expect that I would have a group of fans so quickly?
Yang Ling felt happy in her heart, but on the surface she shook her head righteously.
"No, I have other things to do."
He said and asked Zhao Yun to take out a stack of thick books and place them in front of Cao Zhi.
Cao Zhi took a few books with some confusion and flipped through them casually.
But the next second, his eyes were fixed on these books, and he couldn't move away.
“I don’t see you, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return.
Don’t you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and snow in the evening..."
"I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent..."
"There will be times when strong winds break through the waves, and sails can be hung directly across the sea..."
"On the top there is the high mark of the six dragons returning to the sun, and on the bottom there is the rushing wave and turning back to Sichuan..."
Every line of this poem is so domineering and can be regarded as a masterpiece that has been passed down through the ages.
"These...are all done by sir?"
Cao Zhi's eyes widened and his voice trembled!
"Yes, you did it all for me."
Yang Ling said sorry to Li Taibai ten times in her heart, and then responded without blushing or heartbeat.
"I am really impressed by your talent!"
Cao Zhi really didn't know how to praise Yang Ling.
An ordinary person who can compose a poem like this is already considered a genius.
Yang Ling took out so much at once, he was like a monster!
But after being surprised, he said with some doubts,
"Why do most of the poems written by Mr. have seven words..."
"Young master, I don't know something. No matter whether it is poetry or song, it should be inclusive and tolerant. Only then will it appear broad and profound."
Yang Ling smiled.
Of course he would not admit that he only remembered Li Bai's poems.
"What you said is true. I am short-sighted."
Cao Zhi looked solemn, saluted Yang Ling, and then said,
"What do you want me to do for you, sir?"
"I want you to help me promote these books above the poetry meeting."
Yang Ling smiled.
“Promoting books?”
Cao Zhi was stunned again and said cautiously,
"Based on your current situation, sir, you shouldn't be short of money to spend, right?"
"It's too small. The master's structure is really too small."
Yang Ling smiled and shook his head, and explained his plans one by one.
He had already established a printing factory and bookstore in advance, intending to use Cao Zhi's poetry club to promote books made of paper.
Only in this way can a solid foundation be laid for the future imperial examination system.
This is why he was so shameless that he stole...well, borrowed Li Taibai's poem.
How can the things done by scholars be called stealing?
After listening, Cao Zhi was in awe.
"I didn't expect that your husband would have such lofty ideals. It really makes me ashamed!"
"Please rest assured, sir, I am obligated to do this!"
Yang Ling felt relieved and said with a smile,
"Thank you very much, sir!"
…
Because the weather was too cold, the poetry gathering originally held in the suburbs was moved to Cao Zhi's mansion.
A few days later, many talents and beauties in Xudu City gathered together.
Seeing that people had almost arrived, Cao Zhi slowly walked onto the stage and chuckled,
"Before today's poetry meeting begins, I have something else to tell you."
Everyone was a little curious and waited quietly for him to announce the matter.
"A few days ago, the author of Luo Shen Fu, Mr. Ziyi, the general of Wugan Zhonglang, released a new poem."
"It just so happens that I can use today's poetry meeting to let everyone see it."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was in a commotion!
Even though it has been so long, the name of "Luo Shen Fu" is still resounding.
Not only can everyone in the Xudu literary circle recite it, but it has even spread to Guanzhong, Jiangnan and other regions.
