agrees with Zhao Yan's conditions, the reason is very simple, first, Zhao Yan may not have enough talent, but he still has the ability to speak, and one thing he said is very correct.
Ranger reads the poems he "wrote", where can he read the charm, a Shanxi accent, not a poem.
It is important to know that most of the Psalms of the Three Kingdoms are not meant to be read, but sung Similar to Cao Cao's short song line, Cao Cao still sang while waving a spear and writing poems If these scribes were combined with the rangers, it would naturally be beneficial, and Cao Chong's reputation was to get talents In addition to the celebrities in the memory of later generations, it is not easy for him to screen out those who are capable and accomplished.
And this alliance of down-and-out scholars was the first test of those scribes "Villain, oh no, Your Majesty Zhao Yan, Xie Gongzien" Zhao Yan claimed that his subordinates were actually overstepping, but so what Cao Chong looked at the stars in the sky, and had a lot of thoughts for a while, people's ambitions will slowly become bigger, if Cao Chong, who has just arrived in the Three Kingdoms, still wants to be an idle king.
Now Cao Chong wants more than just a throne I want this day, call me by name, I want this land, and tremble Cao Chong's eyes flickered, wearing a clear and not rebelling, and a chrysanthemum set of electric drills And if you don't do something vigorous and vigorous, wouldn't you have let down the hard work of the thief Just when Cao Chong was looking at the sky and thinking, the gloomy Taizhong Doctor Jia Mansion ushered in a guest Sima Yi half-bent over, his mouth closed, but his eyes unconsciously glanced at the plaque of Doctor Taizhong, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Moment.
A young man in Tsing Yi stepped forward, bowed his head and bowed his hand respectfully to Sima Yi.
"Please" Sima Yi glanced at this little guy with his spare eyes, and then walked into the Taizhong Doctor's Mansion as if nothing had happened.
At this moment, Bai Juan was flying in Jiafu, and there were not many voices in the house, and at a glance, the night wind blew Bai Juan, which made Sima Yi's body shiver coldly Under the guidance of the little girl in Tsing Yi, Sima Yi came to the location of a pavilion.
The top cover of the pavilion is like a bird that wants to fly, the four eaves are facing the sky, and under the pavilion, an old man holding a bronze wine bottle is half leaning on the pillar of the pavilion.
"Xiaguan Sima Yi, meet Doctor Taizhong" Sima Yi was wearing an official robe at the moment, so he gave Jia Xu a greeting to his superiors.
Jia Xu turned his head, compared to the previous two days, one of the most famous strategists of the Three Kingdoms, seemed to be ten years older at this moment.
Silver-white hair crawls all over the top of the head, and when you look at it, you will never see a single black hair This half-hundred-year-old man, at this moment, looks like a dead man in the last few days of his life.
"At home at this time, not in the court, you and I are commensurate with each other."
Sima Yi's eyes jumped, and he bowed.
"Dare to disobey" Jia Xu seemed to know that Sima Yi would do this, and he was not much surprised, patted the other piece of leather in the gazebo, and motioned for Sima Yi to kneel and sit up.
Sima Yi lowered his head, knelt on the leather quickly, looked at Jia Xu's white hair, and suddenly felt a little unbearable.
White-haired people send black-haired people, and the great compassion of the world is nothing more than this "The doctor also asks to take care of his health, the size of the court, but there must be the doctor's advice" Jia Xu put the wine bottle on the table in front of him, and said with a wry smile: "I'm just a poor person, the court has me or not, and there are not many variables."
"Doctor" Sima Yi just wanted to compliment Jia Xu a few words, but was interrupted by Jia Xu.
"Okay, I know you kid flamboy, let's get down to business."
Sima Yi's body tightened, and the indifferent smile on his face was also put away.
"Doctor, please" The so-called Three Treasures Hall for nothing, Jia Xu called himself late at night, it was definitely not the so-called to talk about his heart.
He has something important to do "Do you know what I have to do with you?"
A trace of confusion flashed in Sima Yi's eyes, and he finally confessed.
"The kid has always been stupid, the doctor has something to say."
Of course Jia Xu wouldn't believe Sima Yi's words, compared to the so-called great wisdom Yang Xiu, Sima Yi in front of him could throw him off dozens of streets "I won't talk nonsense, I came for your master" Jia Xu didn't say who that person was, but the meaning was already obvious, your master of Sima Yi, except for a boss Cao, there was only that Cao Pi Jia Xu came for Zihuan According to his usual caution, Sima Yi snorted at Jia Xu and said, "The kid is stupid, I don't know what the doctor means."
Jia Xu didn't have a smile on his face, and then said: "Sima Bada, won't you just have these means?"
Such an inferior method of agitation naturally cannot provoke Sima Yilai.
"It is falsely rumored that my Sima Yi is talented, but it is a mistake" Jia Xu sighed, the wind and rain in the past few days had almost drained the old man's mental strength, so he waved his hand tiredly, took out a bamboo slip from his cuff, and handed it to Sima Yi.
"This is the psalm I sent to the land of the wine shop and the willow to collect" Sima Yi didn't know why, opened the bamboo slip, and suddenly his eyes lit up Leaving the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered.
Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate.
Good poetry, good poetry Sima Yi is also a scribe, an official is a literary person, and his literary talent is certainly not low, probably because he is dedicated to planning for future generations, this buddy does not have any poetry to pass on.
But that doesn't affect his ability to appreciate the best of poetry Through the description of the wild grasses on the ancient plain, this poem expresses the feelings of attachment and parting when sending farewell to friends.
It can be seen as an ode to weeds, and then an ode to life Who wrote such a good poem?
Sima Yi couldn't wait to know who wrote it, looked up at Jia Xu, and asked.
"Doctor, I don't know who wrote this great act" Jia Xu looked at Sima Yi with a smile, and suddenly said, "Seventh Prince Cao" Cao Chong, the seventh son of Cao Sima Yi was stunned, and at this time, he was also silent.
This Seventh Prince of Cao has such literary talent, even if it is the second son, it can't be compared Jia Xu smiled and took another sip of rice wine, and suddenly took out more than a dozen bamboo slips under the table, and said: "You can take a look at these, they are all written by Cao Qigongzi."
Sima Yi's face was shocked, and he hurriedly picked up the nearest bamboo slip.
At the end of the day, the Yellow River flows into the sea.
If you want to be poor, go to the next level.
This, this psalm, is no less than the previous ode to the cursive text Sima Yi didn't believe it, this poem was a masterpiece, and it could still be a cabbage, so he grabbed a handful, so he opened all the bamboo slips behind.
Qingyu case Yuan Xi, quiet night thoughts Each poem and lyrics are masterpieces that have been passed down for thousands of years and are still shining today, which made Sima Yi's three views collapse a little for a while.
This Cao Chong has only come so far Sima Yi looked at Jia Xu, at this moment, he completely understood what Jia Xu meant, and he couldn't pretend anymore: