The little girl standing up is Cao Aliu, the maid of Beifu.
In the middle of the stage, there were many dancers dancing. Before, everyone composed poems, and the dancers coordinated the dance steps. They were charming and graceful. However, as soon as the little girl came out, the dancers could not continue dancing because it was too noisy. .
Her words of humiliation and self-identity caused an uproar in the audience.
Several people stood up in an instant, and someone said: "General Beifu is arrogant and domineering. Last time we saw it with our own eyes. Since you are from his palace, how many tricks do you have?"
Another person said: "It's better to let Cao Wu from Beifu come out in person. You are a woman, what do you know about composing poetry?"
"Last time he trampled a great scholar on the streets of Yecheng, so many people saw it clearly. What kind of thing can a person who doesn't respect the elders and the young and the wise do?"
"What a shameless statement! Why did our beautiful article become a poem for children to play with?"
There was a lot of yelling and shouting, and Cao Aliu was content and not ashamed at all, but Deng Ai, who was standing next to him, blushed with embarrassment. If it weren't for his trust in Brother Zhuge and Sister Aliu, he would have almost found a crack in the ground to sneak in. .
Seeing that the comments were getting more and more unreliable, Cao Zhi coughed lightly. He had met this uncle Cao Wu a few times. He was indeed unruly by nature and didn't look like he could write poetry at all. Even his good-for-nothing elder brother had better literary attainments than him. Too much stronger.
But Cao Wu is a member of the Cao family. Although he is not taken seriously, he cannot be insulted by outsiders.
His cough was extremely loud, but everyone in the room was still noisy and no one paid any attention to him.
Cao Zhi suddenly lost his temper.
He didn't understand that some of the people who came here admired his literary name, but in fact, most of them came here because of his identity.
Cao Cao is the prime minister, an official appointed by the emperor in name, and cannot be hereditary. However, Cao Cao has absolute control over the government, and his influence far exceeds that of Dong Zhuo, Guo and Li.
Even the land of Sun Ce's six counties east of the Yangtze River was hereditary given to his younger brother Sun Quan. Now that Cao Cao is over fifty, it is time to choose a successor.
However, after the death of the eldest son Cao Ang, Cao Pi was not liked by Cao Cao. At the beginning of the year, there was even an incident that Situ Zhao Wen recommended Cao Pi as an official, which led to Situ being deposed. A few days ago, Zhao Wen committed suicide.
In addition, Cao Cao has praised Cao Zhi in public many times, so people here basically think that Cao Zhi has a better chance of succeeding Cao Cao than Cao Pi.
Only then did he come to praise a sixteen-year-old boy.
Beifu General Cao Wu was different. They had never heard of Cao Cao's pretentious remarks to his younger brother, so there was no need to avoid him.
Moreover, the last time Cao Cao came back to celebrate his birthday, it is said that he was also angered by General Beifu. The officials who were suppressing Beifu couldn't breathe. When he came back, he ordered Zhao Wen to commit suicide. Later, there was a story about General Beifu riding on a great scholar, which is incredible. Respect. Of course, no one here except Kong Rong knew the real situation. The so-called visit to Beifu was just to put money on his face.
They didn't buy Cao Wu's fault, but they were willing to support Cao Zhi.
However, the scene was too chaotic. After all, Cao Zhi did not have much prestige, and everyone had not developed the habit of listening to his orders.
Just as Cao Zhi was about to have a fit, Kong Rong said next to him: "Everyone, please listen to me!"
As soon as he spoke, the discussion immediately stopped, and everyone looked at the old master who was publicly bullied by Cao Wu more than ten days ago.
Kong Rong said: "You are all people who are rigorous in their studies. Today, the little girl said that our poems are only suitable for children to play, so let her compose one and see it!"
Everyone was patient and asked Cao Aliu to write poems one after another.
But Ah Liu said calmly: "This poem, Ah Liu, was written randomly by my general, but it is better than any of yours. If I tell you, if you think it is good, you must ask for a reward!"
Kong Rong frowned: "What kind of lottery?"
"I have heard for a long time that the Sima family in Hanoi has a sword dance. My general wanted to meet him several times, but it just happened. Today, the general is away because of something, but he still told me to invite Mr. Sima Zhongda to dance a sword dance!"
Everyone was in an uproar again.
Almost every aristocratic family in the Eastern Han Dynasty had some family knowledge, and their family knowledge mainly focused on the management of classics, that is, they obtained the principles of governing the world from certain classics.
Hanoi Sima, Sima Bada was born in this generation. The eight brothers were all very talented and learned, and Sima Yi was the leader among them. Prime Minister Cao refused to take up the post after being called upon many times, and finally reluctantly came out to be the chief secretary.
Sima Yi was a man who had very strong attainments in classics and literature. He was also capable of both literary and military skills. He could serve as a civil official in the court or as a staff consultant in the army, making suggestions.
But no one knows about the word sword dance.
Cao Zhi became interested and asked Sima Yi, who was sitting behind Cao Chong: "Sima Hanoi, does he have the skill of sword dancing?"
Sima Yi's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. He didn't expect that Cao Wu would make such a move, which was like putting him on the pot and roasting him.
He knew that losing face today was a foregone conclusion, but at least losing face was better than losing his life, so he bit the bullet and said: "Sima Hanoi is a master of Confucian classics, but he has no sword dancing skills!"
Cao Zhi said "Oh" and said to Ah Liu: "Since Brother Zhongda really doesn't know how, it seems that my uncle remembered it wrong."
Ah Liu did not argue and nodded: "Then, I will tell the poem written by the general."
Deng Ai was holding a pen and paper to record. When Ah Liu said the first sentence, Deng Ai was stunned.
"The moon is bright during the Qin period and it is closed during the Han period."
Deng Ai chewed this sentence and couldn't help but stay there.
Everyone present was not much better. They were all knowledgeable. There was no such thing as intertextuality at that time, but everyone felt the music. This sentence was written in a superior way.
The lifespan of the bright moon is unknown for tens of thousands of years. The bright moon of the Han Dynasty is naturally the bright moon of the Qin Dynasty. The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty shines on the gate of the Han Dynasty, and a sense of desolation of the years naturally comes to our face.
"The people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned."
Kong Rong shook his head, while Cao Zhi frowned and considered these two sentences carefully, as if hearing the sounds of nature.
Deng Ai came back to his senses and finished writing the first two sentences. He then heard Ah Liu read: "As long as the flying generals of Dragon City are here, I won't teach Hu Ma to cross the Yin Mountains!"
With a "boom", someone's wine glass fell to the ground.
But no one blamed him, everyone was open-mouthed.
Of these four lines of poetry, the first line describes scenery, the second line describes poetry, and the third and fourth lines describe aspirations. There is not a word in the whole poem about war, but every word is about war.
They all grew up reading Historical Records and Han Dynasty. The stories of Wei Qing expelling the Xiongnu and Huo Qubing sealing the wolf to stay in Xu have left an indelible mark in everyone's heart.
If the flying generals of Dragon City are here, how can Hu Ma dare to peek into the river? This poem is so majestic and heroic. Is this really written by the Beifu general?
How could a general who had never been on the battlefield and an arrogant and domineering rake write such a poem?
This is really shocking.
Cao Zhi was silent for a long time, and finally sighed: "It turns out that my uncle has such a talent for poetry!"
Sima Yi smiled and said: "This poem can be passed down through the ages. Miss Ah Liu is a good poet!"
As soon as his words came out, everyone came to their senses, yes, this poem was not written on the spot, but Ah Liu himself claimed that it was written by General Beifu, so it was very likely that it was actually written by someone else.
What's more, I feel that even if it was written by the petite and sweet Cao Aliu, it would be better than the one written by Cao Wu.
However, Kong Rong said disdainfully: "This poem was definitely written by Cao Wu!"
Now even Cao Chong was confused: "Master, why did you say this?"
Kong Rong said: "Seven characters, seven character poems! In this world, I have only seen Cao Wu write a good enough seven character poem!"
Everyone was stunned, and Cao Zhi suddenly felt that the old man next to him didn't seem to treat Cao Wu like what the rumors said.
Didn't he say that the general of Beifu trampled on the great scholar? Why did Kong Rong excuse Cao Wu?
While he was wondering, Ah Liu, who was smiling in the audience, spoke again.
"You don't believe that this poem was written by my general. My daughter has no way to prove it. All I have to do is tell you another poem by the general and let you comment on it!"
Kong Rong was delighted when he saw Xin Xin: "Any more poems? Tell me quickly!"
Ah Liu still said calmly: "This time, Ah Liu has another request, and I want another lucky draw."
"What kind of lottery?"
Many people asked questions together.
"If the general's next poem is good enough, then the general has heard for a long time that Sima Hanoi is good at music and asks Mr. Sima Zhongda to play a piece for everyone."
