Three Kingdoms: Never keep a low profile, Cao Anmin, the suicidal lunatic

Qiao Mao hesitated.

Yang Xiu's calligraphy was very profound, which Qiao Mao knew.

It was enough to humiliate Cao Anmin in poetry, why bother to step on him and slap him in the face?

Of course, if it was a lunatic like Cao Anmin,

Qiao Mao would not take it to heart. He still had to give Cao Cao some face.

After all, Cao Anmin was Cao Cao's nephew.

Leave a way for him so that we can meet again in the future.

""Sir, what Dezu said is absolutely right. It is a good opportunity for us to admire Master Cao's calligraphy."

Sima Lang raised his lips slightly, and stood up to help Yang Xiu

"Mr. Cao, what do you think?"

"Of course I can, but it would be a shame to let you write on such a pure white wall."

Cao Anmin pointed at Yang Xiu and said with pity.

"Ding, the host has successfully humiliated Yang Xiu, and he will be rewarded with 500 copper coins."

Yang Xiu's face was livid, and he glared.

His eyes could kill, and he had already cut Cao Anmin into pieces.

Qiao Mao quickly gave Yang Xiu a look, and he said,"I, a prefect, was put on the neck by the crazy Cao Anmin with a sword.

I'd better hurry up and���Talent is enough to crush this kind of lunatic

""Husband, can you write poetry?"

Diao Chan was surprised, with admiration in her beautiful eyes.

Cao Anmin reached out and held Diao Chan's soft and smooth little hand:"Chan'er, your husband can do so many things."

"Husband, I also want to write poetry. Can you teach me in the future?"

"Of course, your husband will teach you to recite a poem every night in bed. Okay?"

""Okay, okay.""

Bed?"

Diao Chan's pretty face suddenly blushed.

Cai Wenji's face was even redder. This lunatic and reckless man actually said such a secretive thing in public!

That was how it was in that era. The affairs between husband and wife belonged to the joy of the boudoir.

It's okay for you two to be so passionate at home that it would overturn the roof, but if you say it in public, you are uncultured, a reckless man, and a lunatic!

A group of famous scholars in Dongjun looked at them sideways and coldly.

Yizuilou was originally going to hold a poetry competition, and the pens and ink had been prepared long ago.

The white walls on the second floor were painted snow-white.

Qiao Mao cleared his throat:"Mr. Cao, Yang Dezuo. Let's get started." Yang Xiu looked at the ceiling with cold pride, concentrating his mind and calming his breath.

Cao Anmin ate the hot pot slowly.

Qiao Mao looked around and said,"Luoyang was originally my prosperous place, but Dong Zhuo burned it into a white ruin with a big fire. Please write a poem with this as the title."

Yang Xiu held the brush stained with thick ink tightly in his hand, frowning.

This poem is not easy to write.

Cao Anmin leisurely picked up a piece of beef and put it in the copper pot with boiling fragrant soup.

"one two three......Seven!"

Diao Chan read the seconds quietly.

"Chan'er, this meat is for you."

"Me?"

Cai Wenji shook her head. It seemed that this lunatic was completely ignorant.

Qiao Mao had already asked the question, but he didn't even think about it and was still rubbing his flesh against Diao Chan.

Such a lunatic, such a reckless man!

Cai Wenji admired talented men the most, but this man would actually fall to the point of being humiliated by such a lunatic and such a reckless man.

Cai Wenji was so disheartened that she even wanted to die.

"Luoyang, a thousand-year-old capital, was burned down in one day. This is an unforgivable crime! I, Cao Anmin, will definitely kill Dong Zhuo to bring peace to the people of the world!"

Cao Anmin has already stood up, holding a wolf hair brush in his hand and said in a deep voice

"This boy actually has such ambitions?"

"Huh, he's just bragging. Can he kill Dong Zhuo?"

"My husband is really a hero."

"I really can't tell, he can say such a thing, is he really talented?"

Cai Wenji's eyes sparkled, she herself is a talented woman, and the partner she wants to find in this life is of course a talented man.

Birds of a feather flock together.

To put it bluntly, you have to find someone who speaks the same language as you.

Otherwise, if you say something quoting from classics, the other person will be an idiot and won't understand what you are saying.

Living with such a person for a lifetime is the most miserable thing in the world.

"Look, this madman really wrote it!"

"This word?"

"The moon transformed into five white dragons, flying through the sky! So impressive!"

"This calligraphy is even better than Master Hu Zhao's. The center stroke is used to create structure, and the side strokes are used to create beauty......This is the style of everyone!"

"Not only is the calligraphy good, the artistic conception of this poem is also extremely high!"

Look at Cao Anmin again, his pen moves like a snake dragon, neither too strong nor too harsh, just like a master.

And he wrote as if he was assisted by God, it seems that this poem has been in his mind for a long time, without thinking at all.

It was finished in one stroke!

Cai Wenji has stood up from the ground, surprised, shocked, admired, and praised.

The moon turned into five white dragons, flying over the sky! Smoke and dust rose from the West Sea, and lightning swept across Luoyang River.

Arrows rained down on the palace, and the imperial carriage became a place for migration......

Cloud flags roll up the sea snow, golden halberds cover the river smoke.....

Hanging a Green Frost Sword on the waist, before the rebellion is exterminated!

This poem has fifteen sentences, and everyone was deeply shocked.

The beginning was extraordinary, describing with fantasy colors the grand scene of Dong Zhuo leading Xiliang to cause chaos in Luoyang, and the eighteen princes forming an alliance to fight against Dong Zhuo.

Especially those present were Qiao Mao, the governor of Dongjun, who was one of the eighteen princes. Looking at the verses on the white wall, the scene of the eighteen princes gathering appeared in front of him.

The last sentence"Hanging a Green Frost Sword on the waist, before the rebellion is exterminated" fully expressed the heroic spirit in Cao Anmin's heart.

"Talented and brave, invincible!"

This sentence came out of Cai Wenji's heart.

Yang Xiu had finished writing here.

He wrote a four-character poem.

Walking up the northern Mangban, looking at Luoyang Mountain from afar. How lonely Luoyang is, the palaces are all burned.

The meaning is that it has arrived, and there is no artistic conception in Cao Anmin's poem at all.

Both poems are on the white wall, and the difference is obvious when compared.

In terms of artistic conception of poetry, Yang Xiu is far behind.

In terms of calligraphy, Cao Anmin is even better than Yang Xiu.

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