[Three Kingdoms] Seven steps into wetness

Cao Pi's conditions are actually very simple.He originally planned to make a painting, so he asked Cao Zhi to rub the ink aside.

Grinding ink is a technical activity.

Since Cao Zhi had never grinded ink by hand, Cao Pi demonstrated: "First of all, use less water than too much. The ink should be ground to a moderate thickness, not too thick or too light... Finally, after grinding for a long time, your right hand will become sour. Learn to use your left hand."

After Cao Zhi listened carefully, he was ready to do it.He poured some water, but Cao Pi said, "It's too much." He drew some with a pen, held the inkstone, and slowly rotated to grind it.

Cao Pi patiently sat aside, watching the young boy grind carefully with his long sleeves in one hand, with a smile in his eyes.

After a long time, the color of the water turned from transparent to black. Cao Pi tried the brush and said calmly: "It's a little thin, and I will paint for a while."

Cao Zhi continued to bury his head.

After a long time, the ground was finally ground thick enough, so he stopped and yawned, looking at Cao Pi, "Don't stop."

Cao Zhi paused when he waved his hands, and reminded: "But second brother, the ink is already very thick."

Cao Pi only smiled slightly when he heard it.He added some water to the research, and smiled again: "Now it's thin again."

"..."

In November, Xuchang had its first heavy snow again.

When the snow stopped, Xuchang was shrouded in paleness again. Compared with the gloom and gloom caused by the lack of food last year, this year is completely different.

When the snow stopped, Yang Xiu and Cao Zhi were only halfway through their class.When I went out, I saw the overwhelming whiteness, which hurt my eyes.

Yang Xiu walked three steps on the snow, heard the muffled "cluck" in his ears, and suddenly asked, "Do you know why the snow starts?"

Cao Zhi was taken aback.

He thought for a moment, and then said: "It is formed by the condensation of water, and it falls due to the sudden cold."

This statement is a bit strange, even though Yang Xiu is very knowledgeable, he can't help raising his long eyebrows: "You mean that snow is made of water, and it falls because of the cold weather?"

Cao Zhi nodded slowly and hesitantly.At this moment, he was a little annoyed by his chaotic memory. After all, he had studied many books in the past four years, and it was not clear whether there was any book explaining these principles.But seeing Yang Xiu's expression, it shouldn't be there.

He straightened his expression, hesitated carefully and said: "Students have seen snow melted and turned into water. Students have also seen that the water will slowly disappear after leaving the glass for a few days without anyone moving it. Goodbye , Those icicles hanging from the eaves. So the students guessed that the white snow was formed by the condensation of the missing water, which fell due to the cold weather."

Before the words fell, Yang Xiu fell into deep thought.

After being silent for a long time, Yang Xiufang came back to his senses. Instead of sarcasm, his face was serious and contemplative: "I have never heard of your words. Now that I hear it, it seems quite reasonable. I don't know if you can grow up like It's the same now..."

When he said the last few words, a trace of scrutiny flashed in his eyes.In the end, he didn't finish his words, probably he couldn't even tell whether the young boy in front of him was just being so forbearing by accident or really.

Cao Zhi's heart beat suddenly.

Seeing that there was not much doubt in Yang Xiu's eyes, he said softly: "The students are just making bold assumptions."

Yang Xiu glanced at him, did not continue this topic, and said, "What does Bai Xue look like?"

Cao Zhi glanced at his teacher again.At this moment, Yang Xiu had returned to his usual indifference and aloofness, and he couldn't see any clues, so he thought of a moderate answer: "It seems like salt is falling."

Yang Xiu frowned slightly.

This answer is not wrong, and the metaphor is very appropriate, but it lacks the charm it should have.

In the past, Cao Gong ordered him to bring Cao Zhi's recent articles, presumably because he heard about his poems written in March.However, Yang Xiu repeatedly pondered over the articles he had written. No matter how he pondered, he couldn't figure out how Cao Zhi could write the sentence "Stopping the water with a knife and making the water flow more, toasting to relieve sorrow and sorrow."

Maybe where he heard it from.

Yang Xiu was hesitant and would never tell Cao Cao.He looked at the young boy beside him and slowly narrowed his eyes.

Yang Xiu was thinking a lot, but Cao Zhi naturally didn't know.He could only look up at his teacher's inscrutable expression, and then he heard Yang Xiudan say: "Today's homework is for you to compose a poem with snow."

Cao Zhi's eyes widened instantly, as if he had seen a ghost.

He twitched the corners of his mouth under Yang Xiuyun's indifferent expression, and said speechlessly, "Sir, I have only learned two chapters of the Book of Songs, how can I write poems?"

Yang Xiu flicked his fingers, and seeing the melancholy look of the young boy in front of him, he quietly raised the corners of his lips: "If you can't write good poems, you might as well hang up the southeast branch yourself."

After finishing speaking, Yang Xiu stopped talking, and left Shi Shi with his hands behind his back, leaving Cao Zhi alone in place dumbfounded.

Cao Zhi returned to his courtyard and began to write poems.Since he was born in the future in his previous life, he thought that what he wrote when he was drunk before coming here was also written by future scribes, so he couldn't help but want to plagiarize at this time.

He recalled it for a long time, and finally had a flash of inspiration in his mind, so he quickly wrote down "the scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow".Naihe racked his brains and couldn't think of what the follow-up of the twelve characters would be, so he gritted his teeth and tore up the paper.

He thought for a while, wrote down the sentence "Xue still loses the fragrance of plum", and crossed it out after a while.

Then pick up the pen and write down the sentence "Flying snow shoots the white deer in the sky", then frown and throw it away.

After repeating this all afternoon, nothing was achieved except to make my head more and more dizzy.

Cao Xiaozhi, a bitter person who was forced to recite poems, finally looked at the strange sentence on the paper "Your hair is like snow, a sad and beautiful parting", and suddenly grabbed the case with his head, speechless.

Regardless of how good poems Cao Zhi made, something happened in Cao's mansion at the end of this month.

——Cao Cao's No.14 son, Cao Ju, died young.

Cao Ju was born in the second year of Jian'an, a few months younger than Cao Chong.He was born by Cao Cao and Mrs. Yin, and he is only five years old now.

Speaking of Mrs. Yin, the origin is quite interesting.She was originally the niece and daughter-in-law of the Empress Dowager He of the last Eastern Han Dynasty. Since her husband died in the Dong Zhuo Rebellion, she has lived with her youngest son He Yan.It was not until later that Cao Cao accepted her as a concubine because of her beauty, and then brought He Yan into Cao's mansion.

Although she is not Cao Cao's most beloved woman, she is definitely favored by no less.Because Cao Cao once wanted to adopt He Yan as his adopted son, how could he know that He Yan always believed that the surname "He" was more noble than "Cao", and he was determined not to change his surname.And Cao Cao actually followed He Yan's wishes and willingly raised him.

Now, Mrs. Yin and Cao Cao's only son, Cao Ju, is gone.

Although Mrs. Yin is beautiful, time is like flowing water.What it takes away is a woman's youth and beauty, and what it brings is nothing but right and wrong.What's more, with Cao Cao's status, women are easily available.She has no son to rely on, what can she do in the future?

When Cao Zhi heard the news, he was practicing calligraphy, and he only paused slightly when he heard the news, and then asked, "Where's mother?"

The servant said softly: "Madam went to comfort Madam Yin."

Cao Zhi nodded to indicate that he already knew and continued to practice calligraphy.

Cao Ju died young, and Bian had to go to comfort him, bury him and do everything.But Cao Zhi is still young, so he doesn't need to go there to avoid collisions. He just needs to invite Taoist priests to do a funeral ceremony in the future to express his condolences.

What he is writing at this moment is a rather famous love poem "Guanju" in "The Book of Songs".Originally, he should have copied it ten times, but when he heard about it, his mood became a little weaker, so he just finished writing this one time.

In Cao Zhi's impression, the No.14 younger brother seems to be just a very well-behaved child.He is not as popular as Cao Pi because he is the oldest, and he is not as eye-catching as Cao Chong who is a blockbuster.Cao Cao has too many heirs, and no one can do it.

Just like Cao Ju, just like him.

He sighed slightly.

——In their status, it is already difficult to survive, and it is even more difficult to get ahead.

Before the sigh fell like a feather, he heard a chuckle: "Why is the fourth brother sighing?"

"Uh?"

Cao Zhi turned his head and saw the half-open door and the person standing outside the door.

At this moment, the moon is on the branches, and the sky and the earth are pale.The only 15-year-old boy was wearing a pure black cloak, standing gently and quietly.In the silence of everything, this black body became more cool and calm.

Cao Zhi blinked: "Why is Second Brother here?"

Cao Pi entered the door and covered it.Perhaps the heat was blowing, and the body that was a little stiff from the cold shivered involuntarily.He took the cup of hot water from Cao Zhi, and said calmly, "I heard that my fourteenth brother has gone, and I felt a little sad, so I came out and walked around."

Although Cao Pi said so, he had no affection for Cao Ju.But he not only wants to say that he has feelings, but also feels melancholy and sad because of this feeling.

He just didn't know why he came here.

My body was already very warm, I had a conversation with Cao Zhi, and saw the copybook in front of him again.In the dim light, there are those few words of love.

Guan Guan Jujiu, in the continent of the river. A gentle lady, a gentleman is so charming.

Cao Pi recited it silently, and felt a little displeased for some reason, so he asked calmly, "Which girl is fourth brother looking for?"

"What is the second brother talking about..." Cao Zhi smiled awkwardly, "A few days ago, my master asked me to compose a poem, but I couldn't do it, so he punished me to copy the entire book of songs."

When Cao Pi heard it, he suddenly realized.He naturally knew that Cao Zhi could not compose poems, but when he recalled that day, he couldn't help laughing: "Oh? If you want you to say 'Life is not satisfactory in this world, why don't you hang yourself on the southeast branch'?"

"……Ha ha."

Seeing his expression like this, Cao Pi just laughed it off.

He was still in a trance.

Cao Cao has many heirs, most of whom are as young as Cao Chong.How far they will go in the future, no one knows.Therefore, Cao Pi never prided himself on being old, let alone cultivated true brotherhood with them, which would only make the future sad.

In the past, Cao Zhi didn't stick to him, he only regarded him as his younger brother, but his feelings were indifferent.Later, Cao Zhi stuck to him and asked him to teach him, and then he gradually got used to it and liked it.

Up to now, he has to admit that this younger brother has entered his heart, and he can no longer be equal to ordinary people.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand to caress Cao Zhi's heart, and a gleam flashed in his eyes: "Since Mr. Yang Xiu ordered you to copy it, you can copy it obediently. But, fourth brother, don't secretly copy it to a certain little girl—— You know, the second elder brother hasn't married a wife yet."

There are three black lines on Cao Zhi's forehead.

After finishing this ceremony, it was almost the end of the year, and the faint sadness in the mansion finally dissipated.

But at this moment, another major event happened.

——Cao Chong, Cao Cao's most beloved son, was poisoned!