Three Kingdoms: My Wife Is Diao Chan

Chapter 149 Poetry in Two Steps
Chapter 150 Poetry in Two Steps
In an instant, this month's Yuedan Ping became the stage for brothers Cao Zhi and Cao Chong.

And both of them are very eager to fight, with an attitude that it's either you die or I die.

Can't help but make everyone full of curiosity and desire for the result.

Cao Zhi is a literary genius who has been famous for a long time, and his talent is not lost to anyone, even the old Cao Zhi admires Cao Zhi very much.

Cao Chong was still young, and although he had written a few amazing poems, it was still unknown what his actual strength was.

Taking a step back, even if the previous poems were not ghostwritten, Cao Chong is 14 years old, and it is unknown whether his literary talent will last.

This also made more people look up to Cao Zhi instead of Cao Chong.

The literati present all began to whisper and express their views.

Most are saying that Cao Zhi will win.

The sound reached Cao Chong's ears, making Cao Chong very upset.

The young master is sure to win, you guys who don't have eyes, you still want Cao Zhi to win.

"Third brother, it's too boring for us to just compete in poetry, why don't we raise a little bet, and other people present can also raise their bets."

It's a pity to only let Cao Zhi lose a layer of skin. Cao Chong wants everyone to lose a layer of skin.

Who told you not to be optimistic about my young master!
"What do you want to bet on?" Cao Zhi asked.

Cao Chong explained: "Simple, whoever we buy will win, start with 100 million yuan, and the rest of them are poor, just let them start with [-] yuan."

"Yeah!" Lao Cao suddenly widened his eyes as big as a bull's.

His face was still as dark as the bottom of the pot, "You are so young, you didn't learn well, but you actually learned how to gamble! My Cao family's face has been completely humiliated by you!"

The scholars in the Eastern Han Dynasty belonged to the noble class, and they always dismissed gambling.

Although Lao Cao came from a bad background, he still regarded himself as a literati. How could he agree to the fact that the place he was reviewing this month was going to be turned into a casino by Cao Chong.

Well, since Boss Cao disagrees, Cao Zhi and those literati are lucky.

"Since the father doesn't like it, it's fine if the child doesn't gamble." Cao Chong could only say helplessly.

"Prime Minister, it's getting late, let's come up with a question." Yang Xiushen was afraid that Cao Chong would play tricks, so he began to remind Cao Chong.

Lao Cao nodded and agreed with Yang Xiu's words. He looked at his two sons and said, "Let's start with the easy one, and the two of you will write a poem with the theme of night."

As soon as the words fell, Cao Zhi stroked his chin and began to meditate. He was confident that he must be faster than Cao Chong.

result……

Without thinking, Cao Chong suddenly raised his hand and said, "Father, I've made up my mind."

Old Cao frowned. He is also a great poet. Even though he is very talented, he is not as fast as Cao Chong.

"Are you sure you have thought it through? If you don't make it, you will lose." Lao Cao reminded.

Unexpectedly, Cao Chong never turned off the pretentious mode after it was turned on, "It's just the night, what a joke, there is no need to think too much at all, anyone who needs to think more is an idiot."

Cao Zhi: "..."

At the same time, Cao Chong was still in his mind, asking the system, "I said the system, I'm already pretending, you don't plan to give me a task or something?"

"Ding, please pay attention to the host, a new task is coming, defeat Cao Zhi through poetry, and there will be rewards after success."

Sure enough, the task of the system really came.

But Cao Chong's expression is all like this: "..."

Please, you are the system, you should give me the task, not me asking you for the task.

Your stingy system won't even be reluctant to give tasks.

Cao Chong was speechless, but he couldn't beat the system, so he could only accept new tasks.

"Since you have already thought about it, you can write your poem." Lao Cao looked forward to it.

Cao Chong was not polite, coughed dryly with his nostrils turned into the sky, and deliberately glanced at Cao Zhi out of the corner of his eye. He was very happy to see Cao Zhi's unconvinced face.

"The darker moon is half a house, the Big Dipper is in the middle of the railing, and the South Dipper is oblique.

Tonight, I know that the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects shines through the green window screens. "

hissing...

The scalps of the people present were numb.

Unexpectedly, Cao Chong really made it.

And so perfect.

"What a poem!" Kong Rong couldn't help admiring.

"Not only is it wet, but also kinky!" Cao Chong added.

Lao Cao stared at Kong Rong, "Principal Kong, tell me what is so good about this poem."

Kong Rong said: "The first two lines of the poem are quite picturesque. The slanting moon reflects every household, half of the courtyard is immersed in the moonlight, and the other half is shrouded in the shadow of the night."

"The contrast between light and dark further accentuates the tranquility of the moonlit night and the silence of the empty courtyard."

"Both the Big Dipper and the Southern Dipper have been slanted further and deeper visually, making people feel that the blue sea and blue sky are also shrouded in the silence of the night, only a slanting moon and the slanting Big Dipper and South Dipper are silently talking implying the passage of time."

"Young master is a great talent!"

Unconvinced, Cao Zhi said, "Father, please ask another question."

Old Cao looked at Cao Chong, with doting eyes, and then continued to write the question, "This time the topic is ambition."

"Father, I've thought about it again."

Before Lao Cao finished speaking, Cao Chong began to rush to answer.

Cao Zhi was taken aback for a moment, staring at Cao Chong and began to wonder if his younger brother was cheating.

If it wasn't for cheating, how could it be so fast.

Old Cao looked at Cao Chong expectantly, "Oh? You have new poems in mind?"

must have.

Without further ado, Cao Chong came out, "Qinghai Changyun dark snow-capped mountains, the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance.

The yellow sand wears the golden armor in a hundred battles, and it will never return if it does not break through Jiangdong. "

Here, it was supposed to be that if you don't break Loulan, you won't return it. Cao Chong changed Loulan to Jiangdong, which is more in line with the current situation.

"Good poetry, good poetry, my son really has ambition, with you in this world, he will be unified." Lao Cao was full of praise.

Both eyes are full of Cao Chong.

Cao Zhi was angry, not reconciled, not convinced, and more unwilling to admit defeat.

"Father, Brother Chong must be cheating. If it wasn't for cheating, how could he write a poem so quickly!" Cao Zhi shouted.

Cao Chong wasn't angry either, he was already prepared.

His purpose tonight is to deal with Cao Zhi. If he is not prepared, how can he come to Yuedan to comment.

"Third brother, since you said I was cheating, how about we have a new contest!" Cao Chong said.

"What contest?" Cao Zhi asked.

"Simple, you come up with a question, and then we walk while composing poems to see who can make the fastest poem with the least number of steps."

In terms of poetry, Cao Chong is worthy of anyone, since he wants to convince Cao Zhi, let him come up with the questions.

Lao Cao also thought it was appropriate, and agreed to make the decision for Cao Zhi.

"Since this is the case, we will take the beauty of women as the theme." Cao Zhi said.

After the words fell, he had already started, and at the end of ten steps, a condensed "Luo Shen Fu" was born.

Everyone applauded Cao Zhi.

Praise Cao Zhi's poems in ten steps, he really is a quick writer.

Cao Chong sneered, "You idiots, let me take care of you."

After the words fell, Cao Chong started to walk, finishing a poem in two steps.

"Clouds like clothes, flowers like faces, spring breeze blows Revlon.

If it wasn't for Qunyu Mountain, I would meet Yaotai under the moon. "

wow...

Everyone present was stunned.

Two steps, write a poem that will last forever.

This thing was actually done by a 14-year-old boy.

Who believes?

(End of this chapter)