Qiao Mao hesitated.

Yang Xiu's calligraphy attainments are very profound, which Qiao Mao knows.

It's enough to humiliate Cao Anmin in poetry, why bother stepping on people to the ground and slapping them in the face?

Of course, if it is a fanatic like Cao Anmin.

Qiao Mao won't take it to heart, he still has to give Cao Cao some face.

After all, Cao Anmin is Cao Cao's eldest nephew.

Leave a line with people and meet in the future.

"Lord Taishou, what Dezu said is extremely right. It just so happens that I can wait to pay tribute to Cao Gongzi's Mobao. "

The corners of Sima Lang's mouth rose slightly, and he stood up to help Yang Xiu.

"Young Master Cao, what do you think?"

"Of course I can, it's just a shame that you have to inscribe on such a white wall."

Cao Anmin pointed at Yang Xiu with a look of pity.

"Ding, the host humiliated Yang Xiu successfully, and rewarded five hundred copper coins."

Yang Xiu's face turned pale, and he glared angrily.

Eyes can kill, and he has already broken Cao Anmin's body into thousands of pieces.

Qiao Mao hurriedly glanced at Yang Xiu, with force, my hall was held by the madman Cao Anmin's subordinates with a sword on his neck.

It's better to use your talent to crush such fanatics.

"Husband, do you still write poetry?"

Diao Chan looked surprised, and her beautiful eyes were full of adoration.

Cao Anmin stretched out his hand to hold Diao Chan's soft and smooth little hand: "Cicada, your husband will have too many things." "

"Husband, I also want to compose poetry, can you teach me in the future?"

"Of course, my husband teaches you to memorize a poem every night in the bed. Good no good? "

"Yes, yes."

Bed?

Diao Chan's pretty face suddenly turned crimson.

Cai Wenji's face was even redder, this crazy and reckless man actually said such a hidden thing in public!

This was the case in those days, and the affairs of husband and wife belonged to the pleasure of the boudoir.

The passion of the two of you is fine at home, even if you overturn the roof, but if you say it in public, you are uncultivated, you are a reckless man, a madman!

A group of celebrities in Dongjun looked sideways and looked coldly.

Yidrunkulou was originally going to do a poetry fight, and the pen and ink had already been prepared.

The white walls on the second floor are even whitewashed.

Qiao Mao cleared her throat: "Young Master Cao, Yang Dezu." So let's get started. "

Yang Xiu stared coldly and arrogantly, his eyes looked at the ceiling, and he was calm.

Cao Anmin ate hot pot unhurriedly.

Qiao Mao looked around, and then said: "Luoyang is my prosperous place, Dong Zhuo burned the fire to the white ground and ruins. Ask the two of you to write a poem on this topic. "

Yang Xiu tightly grasped the brush stained with thick ink in his hand, and his brows were furrowed.

It's not a good poem.

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

"One, two, three... Seven! "

Diao Chan whispered to read the seconds.

"Cicada, this meat is for you."

"Me?"

Cai Wenji shook her head, it seems that this madman has no ink on his chest.

Qiao Mao had already come up with the topic, he didn't even think about it, and was still giving meat to Diao Chan.

Such a fanatic, reckless!

Cai Wenji admires a talented man the most, and this person will be reduced to the point of being humiliated by such a madman and reckless man.

Cai Wenji was disheartened and wanted to die.

"The thousand-year-old capital of Luoyang was once burned. It's a sin that can't be forgiven! I, Cao Anmin, will kill Dong Zhuo to settle the world! "

Cao Anmin had already stood up, holding a wolf in his hand and said in a deep voice.

"How can this son have such ambitions?"

"Hey, it's just bragging, can he kill Dong Zhuo?"

"Fujun is really a big hero."

"I really can't see that he can say such things, is he really talented?"

Cai Wenji's wonderful eyes flashed, 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, it means finding someone who has a common language.

Otherwise, if you say something that quotes the scriptures, the idiot of the other party will not understand what you are saying at all.

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

"Look, this madman really wrote!"

"The word?"

"Five white dragons in the moon, flying over the nine heavens! It's so imposing! "

"This word is even better than Master Hu Zhao's, the center is upright, and the side pen is taken..... It's everyone's wind! "

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

Look at Cao Anmin again, the pen is a snake and a dragon, not excited, as if there is everyone's style.

And if he writes with divine help, this poem seems to have been in his mind for a long time, and he doesn't need to think about it at all.

All in one swing!

Cai Wenji had already stood up from the ground, surprised, shocked, admired, and admired.

Moon-turned five white dragons, flying over the nine heavens! The smoke and dust rose from the West Sea, and the electricity swept the Luoyang River.

The rain palace is chaotic, and the emperor is sown.

.....

The cloud flag rolls the sea and snow, and the golden halberd Luo River smokes.

.....

Hang the green frost sword at your waist, before you destroy the rebellion!

This poem has fifteen verses, and everyone is deeply shocked.

The opening momentum is extraordinary, and the magnificent scene of Dong Zhuo leading Xiliang to troubles Luoyang and the princes of the Eighteenth Route forming an alliance to defeat Dong Zhuo is described in a fantasy color.

Especially Qiao Mao, the Taishou of Dongjun, he is one of the princes of the Eighteen Roads, looking at the poems on the white wall, the scene of the gathering of the princes of the Eighteen Roads appeared in front of him with a bang.

At the end of the sentence, the green frost sword hangs on the waist, before the rebellion is extinguished.

But it also showed the heroism in Cao Anmin's heart to the fullest.

"Talented, invincible!"

Cai Wenji's heart welled up with this sentence.

Yang Xiu has finished writing here.

He wrote a four-character poem.

Step up to the north of the Han and look at Luoyang Mountain in the distance. Luoyang is lonely, and the palace is burning.

It means that when it arrives, there is no artistic conception in Cao Anmin's poems at all.

Both poems are on the white wall, and they are judged by the superior and the inferior.

On the artistic conception of poetry, Yang Xiu is far behind.

On calligraphy, Cao Anmin even threw Yang Xiu eight streets.

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