Three Kingdoms: Keep a Low Profile, I'm Just a Guy

　　After speaking, Qin Chuan gave Cao Ling a wink.

　　Several people are you look at me, I look at you, no one wants to be the first to speak.

　　If the person who speaks first fails, at least remind those who follow that the road is not available, so the more postponed it is, the more advantageous it is.

　　After pondering for a long time, no one came forward to speak. The impatient Cao Zhang couldn't bear it anymore. He took a step forward and said, "Master, then let me start first."

Chapter 2? Qin Chuan has to write a service letter! (5/[-])

Chapter 3? The Eternal Quotes That Shocked the Audience (5/[-])

　　When they heard Cao Zhi's request for the competition, everyone was stunned.

　　The fourth child is really more flexible than them.

　　Writing poetry in these seven steps is really very talented.

　　If nothing else, the world is famous, and Chen Lin, Ji Kang and others can only encounter topics they are familiar with and have the opportunity to do it.

　　But Cao Zhi showed off several times in front of people, but he didn't miss a single shot.

　　It seems that the master apprentice of this younger brother Qin can basically be filmed.

　　For... this result, Lao Cao is quite satisfied, and his original intention is to want Cao Zhi to worship Qin Chuan, so now he is asked to write the question, and he also intends to increase the difficulty.

　　He believed that Cao Zhi was fine.

　　But if it's too simple, I'm afraid that the two of them will have a draw, which will make the matter more complicated.

　　When Cao Cao wrote two words on the silk, Xun Yu and others saw it and thought that Cao was very treacherous!!!.

　　"Everyone, what about this question?"

　　"Old Cao, this topic looks easy, but the scope is too large, and it makes it impossible to write. You are deliberately favoring the fourth child."

　　With a pitiful smile, Old Cao swept towards Cheng Yu, "Why, do you really want my sons to be turned away?"

　　"I think that [-]% of Qin brother is going to lose. This question is... I can't think of it given enough time."

　　Xun Yu stroked his short beard and snickered.

　　It seems that I have known Qin Chuan for so long, and I have never seen him lose. Old Cao's trick may be very interesting.

　　"Okay, the topic is ready."

　　Cao Cao picked up the silk and silk, but did not spread it out, and then explained: "My old Cao and all of you were born in troubled times and suffered by the people. Today, I will use the word troubled times as the title, and you can start."

　　After speaking, he spread out the silk and silk in his hand, with the words "chaotic times" written on it.

　　Two words.

　　This topic does not seem complicated on the surface, but in troubled times, there are really not many places to write about.

　　After all, if you have to worry about the face of the court, you can't directly say that the emperor is stupid.

　　This is to reflect in the poem the idea that the country is for the people and the world is unified.

　　At this level alone, the scope is much narrower.

　　Cao Zhi frowned, got rid of distracting thoughts, and quickly thought about topics related to troubled times in his mind.

　　One step, two steps, three steps... Slowly, his brows began to spread out a little, and it seemed that he already had a direction, even a prototype.

　　When he took the sixth step, his eyes fell on Qin Chuan.

　　Stupid! He was actually there: he was still thinking about writing and writing, he had already finished writing, instead of intending to read it directly like he did.

　　In other words, could it be that he had already thought about the verses about the troubled times in the first place! Impossible! Absolutely impossible! "Cough"

　　Cao Cao coughed again, and he could see that Cao Zhi was in a mess.

　　This is a taboo in improvisational poetry.

　　Damn, you usually boast of your talent and no one can match it.

　　What's going on today, do you still want to slap your father in front of this crowd? Qinchuan's hard writing, Cao Cao's angry eyes, and everyone's expectations, Cao Zhi's thoughts were instantly disrupted.

　　He raised his trembling feet, but he dared not take the seventh step.

　　My head is about to burst, but it's so real!!! What's more, seeing that Qin Chuan is about to be finished, the prototype that exists in it seems to have disappeared.

　　"All right!"

　　"Take it, Lao Cao."

　　Qin Chuan threw the silk to Lao Cao, twisted his neck, put his head in his hands and leaned back on the lazy chair.

　　Lao Cao still looked at Cao Zhi without giving up.

　　"And you"

　　"child... child"

　　Cao Zhi stammered, and after swallowing his saliva, he spread his hands helplessly.

　　"I can't think of it."

　　"but!"

　　Cao Zhi was unconvinced and added: "Master actually wrote the title as soon as he heard the title, did the master think of the whole poem at the first step?"

　　"Don't believe me!"

　　Now, he has another chance.

　　That is, Qin Chuan's verses have no literary talent, and are completely assembled for the purpose of writing poetry.

　　Moreover, he also does not believe that there is such a strange person in this world who can write poetry in one step.

　　"Damn, fourth child, you are right, improvising poetry is about talent, do you understand talent?"

　　Qin Chuan leaned lazily on the chair and said leisurely: "When you reach the level of a master, you will understand what poetry and poetry, as long as you give the title, you don't need to use your brain at all, this hand is just like you can write."

　　Lao Cao asked himself about Qin Chuan's vicious tongue, he had experienced it many times, but this time it was obviously overblown.

　　In other respects, you may be better than Cao Zhi, but I don't believe that you can dump him for a few blocks when you write an impromptu poem! After embarrassing a smile, he said embarrassedly: "Brother Qin, if your verse is unreasonable, it doesn't count as such. You win."

　　"casual."

　　Qin Chuan waved his hands indifferently.

　　But I was laughing wildly in my heart, if my poem is not good, I guess you will slap yourself a few times.

　　The corners of Cao Cao's mouth twitched a few times, and he already had an ominous premonition in his heart.

　　Oops, brother Qin's smile is too evil.

　　Every time I see him smiling like this, it must be a matter of stability.

　　Could it be... Cao Cao didn't think further, spread out the silk and silk, and before he started to read it, he was already attracted by the writing inside.

　　Slowly, Lao Cao's eyes twinkled, and his breathing became rapid.

　　"Good poetry, good poetry..."

　　"The imposing manner is like a rainbow, looking at the past and present, brother Qin, a great talent, a great talent!"

　　Guo Jia only thought that Lao Cao was a little too fond of acting, or that he was afraid that Brother Qin would be unhappy.

　　Immediately afterwards, Xun Yu and Cheng Yu approached one by one, all of them were dumbfounded, their eyes fixed on the silk in Lao Cao's hand, as if possessed by a demon.

　　"Father, can you read it out?"

　　Cao Zhi looked at them suspiciously, I really don't believe that he can write such exaggerated and improvised poems and still make a grand vision of the past and the present.

　　"Fourth."

　　Cao Cao sighed deeply and said quietly, "You lost."

　　"Not to mention seven steps, I think you can't make such a poem even if you hide in your room for a few days."

　　"Brother Qin, today you let me know what it means to be an axe, the fourth is not wronged at all."

　　Seeing that he still didn't believe him, Cao Cao had to give Guo Jia a wink. After the latter nodded, he spread out his silk and read aloud: "Singing to wine, life is like the dew in the morning, going to the sun is much more bitter..."

　　"The mountain never tires of being high, and the sea never tires of being deep.

　　After reading the whole poem, Cao Zhi's eyes were blank and the corners of his mouth twitched.

　　This is impossible for his impromptu poems, and absolutely no one in the world can do it!

　　Especially the phrase Zhou Gong spit feeding, the world returns to the heart, it has sublimated the realm of the whole poem, and it can be called a masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages.

　　However, when he took a step, he thought of Cao Zhi taking a step back, his blood was surging, and he quickly pressed his chest, otherwise he was afraid that he would repeat the same mistakes, and another mouthful of blood.

　　Cao Cao sat down again and said with a somewhat puzzled and admiring tone: "Brother Qin, ever since I regained the four northern states, there has always been a voice in my mind, but I can't always say it."

　　"And your poem seems to be the voice that has been echoing in my mind all the time."

　　"Brother Qin, you really can see into people's hearts, my old Cao, I admire all five of them."

　　Qin Chuan waved his hand and said, "This is all pediatrics, it's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning."

　　"Don't blame the fourth child. This talent gap cannot be surpassed by hard work."

　　Fortunately, Qin Chuan clearly remembered that this short song line was composed by Boss Cao during the Battle of Chibi.

　　At that time, he was in high spirits, scolding Fang Qiu, and composing poems horizontally.

　　It's a pity that Qin Chuan took the lead to beat his son today, and it was a clear arrangement.

　　"Your talent is truly unsurpassed."

　　In the past, this was often said, and it was all to satisfy Qin Chuan's compulsion.

　　But today is really from the heart.

　　Lao Cao is also a poet himself, and he can fully read a heroic spirit born in troubled times and ambitious from this poem.

　　Shocked by shock, but today's goal is always to be achieved, Cao Cao asked with a wry smile: "Then...you have to choose one of my children, right?"