The dancers stood under the stage, finally waiting for silence, and wanted to continue dancing, but they all found that the atmosphere was a bit strange.
Everyone looked at Sima Yi with a dark face. Now even a fool understood that Cao Wu and Sima Yi must have a grudge.
I had heard before that Cao Wu named Sima Yi's newly born son with insulting names. Now that I actually saw it, I realized that the grudge between the two people was so deep. Cao Wu's people actually frequently talked about it in public. Humiliate Sima Yi.
What's even more bizarre is that a maid in Beifu Mansion, who is very sharp-tongued, repeatedly humiliates the famous people in the Prime Minister's Mansion, but she doesn't show any fear.
Sima Yi was not afraid of others looking at him, but when Cao Zhi looked over again, he knew that he could no longer remain silent, so he said: "Sima Hanoi is indeed proficient in music, but who among the sons of aristocratic families is not proficient in music? This is nothing outstanding. Zhongda has nothing to perform."
Cao Zhi said "Oh" again. He didn't understand why his uncle targeted Sima Yi like this, but as a scribe, he was more concerned about Cao Wu's new poems.
"Brother Zhongda, if my uncle's poems are good, you can play a song to add to the fun. It's nothing."
Cao Zhi's indifferent tone made Sima Yi feel cold.
He was proud of his unique skills and was unwilling to become an official before because after the Battle of Guandu, Cao Cao had effectively established the Central Plains. At this time, he could no longer get the same kind of advisors as Xun Yu, Xun You, and Cheng Yu who had followed Cao Cao from the beginning. position, so I simply didn’t come out.
Later, he chose to become an official, firstly because Cao Cao repeatedly came to invite him, which made it difficult for him to deal with, and secondly, because he saw an opportunity, an opportunity that gave him enough status.
That is to be Cao Pi's minister of Conglong.
Like everyone present, he also saw the current situation that Cao Cao was in urgent need of a successor, but unlike everyone present, he chose Cao Pi who was in trouble.
It is always better to provide help in times of need than icing on the cake.
The fact that he deceived Cao Zhi into going south to work for the army was deeply felt in Cao Pi's heart. After he returned, he would be Cao Pi's true close ally, and he would also be the person Cao Pi relied on the most. In the future, when Cao Pi takes over everything under Cao Cao, he will be a powerful minister comparable to Xun Yu.
But because of this, Cao Zhi would not block Cao Wu's humiliation for him.
First there was the sword dance, then there was the music playing. Cao Ahliu was obviously looking for trouble, and it was also obviously a continuation of Cao Wu's various targeting of him.
Even though Sima Yi was full of wits about this series of attacks, he could only bite the bullet and continue to evade for the time being.
After pushing a few times, Cao Zhi said unhappily: "Brother Zhongda, mother-in-law, mother-in-law, it's not smooth at all."
He finally let Sima Yi go, looked at Ah Liu and said, "Miss Ah Liu, read it quickly, everyone is waiting."
Ah Liu looked around with a smile and saw that everyone's appetites had been whetted. He couldn't help but praise Zhuge Liang who had planned everything today.
She looked at one place, then quickly looked back, and continued: "Qinghai is covered with long clouds and dark snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance."
As Deng Ai wrote, he compared the scenery in the poem and imagined it.
Everyone sifted through this poem, and found that it was a good description of the scenery. The word "dark" vividly described the scenery of the snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looked at in the distance, just like the poem just now, it had an old and simple charm.
"Compared to the previous one, these two sentences are slightly different after all."
Kong Rong stroked his beard and said.
Cao Zhi also nodded and said: "It's just an ordinary description of the scene, please keep reading."
Ah Liu said word by word: "The yellow sand will wear golden armor in a hundred battles."
Cao Zhi paused before he even finished nodding.
"Yellow sand...golden armor...what a poem, what a poem!"
He seemed to see a general, wearing golden armor, fighting across thousands of miles of yellow sand. He also saw him fighting bloody battles in the desert again and again. These seven words gave the scene in front a deeper emotion and human existence. Make the scenery more meaningful.
"If Loulan is not broken, he will never return it!"
When Ah Liu said the last sentence, Cao Zhi's face showed an almost twisted expression of ecstasy.
He connected the four lines of the poem together and instantly saw a broader view. The general who had fought hundreds of battles was no longer a dead thing, but became alive.
Cao Zhi slapped the table and stood up and said: "What a poem! In the next thousand years, this poem should have a place among the poems of determination!"
Ah Liu looked around again and heard the word "good" constantly. Even though she had expected it, she still felt excited.
My own general is the unrivaled talent in the world, but he is indifferent to fame and wealth. How dare these two or three kittens and puppies compete with the general?
Little did she know that these poems by Cao Wu were all poems that had been passed down through the ages and had gone through many tests.
There are also some literary talents among the people present, but in the dimension of a thousand years, apart from Kong Rong, Wang Can and other seven sons of Jian'an, and Cao Zhi, one of the three Cao Cao, how many others can leave traces?
Even Qizi and Cao Zhi are mainly famous for their articles and have few names in their poems. What's more, they are all four-character or five-character poems.
Therefore, when they see the novel seven-character poem, they will naturally be impressed by its unique charm.
Wang Can, who likes to write poems the most, said excitedly: "I will record these two poems, compile them into a volume, and spread them throughout the thirteen states, letting the world know that another good poem has been published!"
Chen Lin, who is good at writing, said: "Brother Zhongxuan, don't worry, let's see if this little girl has any other good poems that she hasn't recited yet!"
Everyone just woke up from a dream and looked at Ah Liu expectantly.
Ah Liu said calmly: "Of course there is, but..."
"Cai Tou, Cai Tou!"
Cao Zhi shouted: "Brother Zhongda, please pay me a fortune!"
Everyone in the audience stared at Sima Yi again.
Sima Yi took several steps back, and was forced to panic. His face was uncertain, and he finally said: "Okay, okay! I, Sima Zhongda, will sacrifice my life to accompany you today. If Cao Aliu can write good poems again, I am willing to do it." Come to the venue and play music for the dancing girl!"
Even at this time, he did not forget to slander Cao Wu, saying that these poems were written by Ah Liu.
However, now that things have happened, everyone has believed that it was written by Cao Wu.
I wonder who in the world can write such a good poem, but let others make him famous?
Just one song, this is two songs, and there is even a third song.
The literati of this era all cherish their feathers. Who is willing to give up his hard work to others?
Cao Zhi said: "Okay, feel free! Miss Ah Liu, read the new poem quickly!"
Ah Liu calmly recited another Liangzhou poem, saying, "Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not reach Yumen Pass." When almost everyone present stood up and cheered loudly.
After reading the whole poem, Deng Ai only wrote four or five words. He was so immersed in the poem that he couldn't write any more.
All the scribes were also intoxicated by it, and they were shocked beyond measure by the three poems handed down from generation to generation in succession.
Wang Can said: "This one must also be included! Recently I was sorting out the Heroes, and now I know that I missed reading Heroes of the World! I will write all three poems by Cao Beifu into the Heroes for future generations to watch!"
Xu Gan said: "Good! Good thing, good poem!"
Liu Zhen, one of the seven sons, looked at Kong Rong and said, "Mr. Wen Ju, what do you think of this poem?"
Although the Seven Sons of Jian'an are called Seven Sons, they actually only had friendship in Yecheng. Among them, Kong Rong was much older than the others, and his literary name was also more widely spread. Therefore, he was bullied by Cao Wu, which is why so many people were angry. Unfair.
But today, he seemed to be completely on Cao Wu's side. He said with emotion: "When we compose poems, we like to use four words, which are passed down from the Book of Songs and Yuefu. At the beginning of the year, I heard that Yuefu collected poetry, and I got a copy of it. The peacock flying southeast is a five-character swan song. However, today, Cao Beifu uses seven characters to write poems, with more vocabulary, denser rhetoric, and broader meanings. It is catchy and has a natural artistic conception. These three poems are all It can be said to be a work handed down from generation to generation. After today's celebrity meeting, the seven-character poem will be famous all over the world. General Cao Wu Cao Potian of the Beifu, in the eyes of the world, should no longer be the playboy arguing with me, he should be..."
Kong Rong stood up holding the wine glass and said: "Cao Potian, the Seven-Word Saint!"
Cao Zhi raised his glass and said, "For my uncle, I should be very proud!"
All the celebrities stood up to accept the promise, raised their glasses and drank.
Ah Liu stared at a seat in the distance with a smile. Zhuge Liang sitting on that seat also smiled and raised his glass to her from afar.
Ah Liu raised his glass and drank it too.
After finishing the cup, her face turned slightly red. She dropped the cup to the ground, and with a "pop" sound, everyone turned their attention.
They saw the petite and cute Cao Aliu, with a bit of heroism, pointing at Sima Yi and saying: "Sima Zhongda, it's your turn!"
