I am the son of Cao thief, start the awakening of the tyrant system

If Cao Zhen helped Cao Pi lie, then recruiting Cao Zhen would be of no value.

Maybe he will betray Cao Mao for other things in the future.

But if Cao Zhen chooses to tell the truth, his relationship with Cao Pi will be affected.

And Cao Mao can take advantage of it.

Now it seems that Cao Mao's intention has been achieved.

Cao Mao raised his wine glass, raised his glass to Cao Zhen and said with a light smile,
"In a few days, I invite you to visit the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry Army."

Cao Zhen was overjoyed when he heard the words,

"Then thank you, Su Lie."

The two clinked glasses and drank in one gulp.

Despite the unhappiness at the beginning, after Cao Cao arrived, the banquet was harmonious.

Everyone was drinking and drinking, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

In the middle of the family banquet, someone suggested to sing poems and compose poems to enliven the atmosphere.

Everyone responded quickly.

"Father has always been talented in writing, why don't you start the conversation first."

Cao Ang said with a smile.

"That's fine, then let's start a conversation for my father."

Cao Cao picked up his wine glass and slowly stood up.

He thought for a moment, then said loudly,
"Wine and song, life geometry!

For example, the morning dew has a lot of suffering.

……

It's like a moon, when can you stop?
Worry comes from it and cannot be cut off. "

After saying that, he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

"Nice poem!"

Everyone cheered in unison.

Even Guo Jia, who had been silent all the time, couldn't help clapping his hands and laughed loudly, saying,

"Prime Minister, this poem contains reason and emotion, it is really a rare masterpiece!
If all the talented people in the world heard this poem, they would definitely be overjoyed and take the initiative to join the prime minister. "

Cao Cao sat back down, with a little complacency on his face, and looked at the sons present,
"Now it's your turn. Let Weifu see how you've done your homework recently."

"Father, I'll come first then."

Cao Pi was the first to take the initiative to stand up, shaking his head and saying,
"The shady trees are facing the winding vortex, the breeze is blowing and the water is increasing,

……

Ping algae grow and loose stems, and spring water proliferates and blooms. "

This poem depicts the idyllic scenery with gorgeous words, making people feel like they are in the suburbs in the crisp autumn.

Cao Cao couldn't help showing a smile after hearing this,
"Zi Huan's poem is very good."

Later, Cao Ang, Cao Zhang and others wrote poems one after another, and even the young Cao Chong wrote a doggerel.

But their works are not comparable to Cao Pi's poem.

But despite this, Cao Cao laughed heartily.

"Okay, okay, okay, it seems that your homework on weekdays has not fallen behind."

At this moment, Cao Pi suddenly said,
"Father, Brother Mao hasn't written any poems yet."

Everyone was startled, and their eyes fell on Cao Mao who was silent at the side.

Cao Ang said with a smile,

"Zihuan, aren't you embarrassing brother Mao? Don't you know that he doesn't read poetry or books on weekdays."

"Brother is right."

Cao Pi slapped his head, pretending to be suddenly enlightened,
"Ah, I almost forgot about this, it's all my fault."

The two sang together, their words and expressions ridiculed Cao Mao.

At this moment, Cao Mao suddenly stood up.

This surprised Cao Pi and Cao Ang.

The two of them thought that Cao Mao was going to beat up again.

"Su Lie, do you have anything to say?"

Cao Cao looked at Cao Mao suspiciously.

"Reciting poems and composing poems can neither fill the stomachs of the people, nor calm this troubled world. Only idlers will do these things."

Cao Mao said lightly, but then he changed the subject,
"However, what's so difficult about reciting poems and composing Fu?"

Cao Pi was startled, and suddenly burst into laughter,

"Modi, since it's so easy for you to say, why don't you write a poem?"

"What if I could write a poem?"

Cao Mao looked at Cao Pi.

After several glasses of wine, Cao Pi had already forgotten the beating just now, and said with a disdainful smile,
"If you can write a good poem, I will give you all my monthly salary for the next three months!"

"Is this true?"

"In front of everyone, of course it's true!"

Cao Cao opened a school in his house and required every son to receive education from an early age.

But only Cao Mao is an exception.

Cao Mao ignored classroom discipline many times and made the teacher furious.

In the end, Cao Cao had no choice but to not allow Cao Mao to study in the classroom.

Cao Pi didn't feel at all that Cao Mao could write poems, so he agreed so simply.

And everyone's opinion is also consistent with Cao Pi.

Cao Mao smiled, very brightly.

"In that case, I'll let you open your eyes."

Like Cao Cao, Cao Mao stood up with his wine glass and walked a few steps.

He turned to look at his mother, Zhao Ji.

"Mother hands line, wandering clothing."

"Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return."

Cao Mao bowed to Zhao Ji, drank the wine in the glass, and then said slowly,

"Whoever says that the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three springs."

Everyone's expressions changed!
The whole poem is drawn in line, without painting or carving.

Especially the first four sentences are more like a doggerel.

So at first, everyone was a little bit skeptical.

But when the last two lines of the poem were read out, the whole poem was instantly sublimated!
The whole poem is full of sincere and natural emotions, fresh and smooth, but the simple and plain language contains a rich and mellow poetic flavor.

Even Cao Cao couldn't help but let out a "huh" and looked at Cao Mao in surprise.

The ancients valued filial piety.

And Cao Mao's poem undoubtedly praised the greatness and selflessness of maternal love.

The original bad feeling towards Cao Mao in everyone's heart suddenly weakened a lot.

Cao Pi's eyes widened, and he doubted his ears.

Is this still the ignorant Cao Mao, who was able to compose such a poem? !

Looking at the shocked Cao Pi, Cao Mao curled his lips.

He is familiar with five hundred Tang poems and Song Ci poems.

The reason why I chose Meng Jiao's "Wandering Zi Yin" was because I was afraid that it would be too shocking.

Otherwise, take out those poems of Li Taibai, and these people present will not be shocked to death?
"This poem is called You Ziyin. I feel my mother's deep love for me, so I dedicate it to my mother."

Cao Mao cupped his hands.

Zhao Ji, who was at the side, remembered all the past, and her eyes became moist.

"What a wandering song!

Unexpectedly, Maoer, you are not only good at leading troops to fight, but also have such experience in reciting poems and fighting against each other.

You have performed very well, and you have not insulted my Cao family! "

Cao Cao praised.

He pondered for a while, then looked at Zhao Ji,

"How about this, you and Maoer will move back to the Prime Minister's Mansion from tomorrow on."

All of Cao Cao's wives and sons lived in the prime minister's mansion.

Only Cao Mao lived outside the prime minister's mansion with Zhao Ji because of his stubbornness.

Hearing Cao Cao's words, Zhao Ji suppressed the excitement in her heart and bowed to Cao Cao.
"The concubine obeys the master's orders."

"Mao'er, come and sit next to me."

Cao Cao beckoned Cao Mao to go over.

When Cao Mao walked in front of Cao Pi, his footsteps paused slightly,
"Zihuan, does what you said just now count?"