"Grandson Ang, why do you have to look so bitter?”
"Could it be that with Zhao Mu's looks and talent, he's not worthy of your sister?”
Cao Song saw that Cao Ang was unhappy and asked him privately.
Cao Ang felt somewhat helpless.
There were some things that he could not explain to Cao Song.
Cao Ang's mother had died early, leaving him with a younger brother and sister. They usually took care of each other very well, like an elder brother and father.
Naturally, Cao Ang had a natural hostility towards any man who approached his sister.
Moreover…
Zhao Mu's identity as a transmigrator had always made Cao Ang worried.
If he really was a transmigrator, wouldn't his sister be a widow if Zhao Mu transmigrated back?
"Grandfather, Zhao Mu is indeed outstanding, but you don't have to use Qinghe to win him over.”
"Even Xun Wenruo, whom father values the most, has never been so friendly.”
Cao Ang racked his brain for a reason.
Cao Song twirled his short beard." Grandson Ang, you and Qinghe are siblings, but you can't ruin Qinghe's marriage. Why don't we wait until Zhao Mu meets Qinghe tomorrow and ask for his opinion before making a decision?"”
"I'll listen to grandfather's arrangements." Cao Ang sighed, knowing that this was the lowest compromise Cao Song could make.
If he refused again, he would really be pestering her.
Cao Cao's eldest daughter, Cao Qinghe, was originally in Juancheng. When she heard that Cao Song had returned from Langya County, she rushed over to Taishan County overnight.
It was night.
The night was quiet.
The pleasant sound of a zither rang out in the quiet courtyard.
Zhao Mu, who had his eyes closed and was about to fall asleep, was immediately attracted by the zither music.
"Who is playing this wonderful song?"
After coming to this era for so long, this was the first time Zhao Mu had heard such a pleasant melody.
When he was a farmer, a hunter, and a fisherman, the village did not have such elegant music.
They had not followed Cao Cao for long, and most of them were in the army, so they could not hear him.
Zhao Mu followed the sound and saw a gentle girl in a brocade dress playing the zither gracefully under the silver moonlight.
The sound of the zither was heart-rending. In this moonlit night, it had a sense of ethereal.
The song ended.
The jade-like girl sighed softly and looked at the moon.
"Who is this woman?"
Zhao Mu's mind moved.
He had seen many women in the late Han Dynasty, but it was the first time Zhao Mu had seen a young girl like this, whose every frown and smile was so pure!
"Who is it?"
The girl asked in surprise when she heard the sound of footsteps.
"Hillman Zhao Mu, I suddenly heard the elegance of your zither music, so I couldn't help but follow the sound.”Zhao Mu smiled politely, his elegance never going out of style.
The young girl chuckled, revealing her silver teeth."So you're the Zhao Mu that my elder brother spoke of. My elder brother said that you're a treacherous person and good at lying, so he told me to stay away from you.”
This Cao Ang.
Zhao Mu was speechless.
What did he mean by being good at lying?
Zhao Mu had already guessed the identity of the girl in front of him. She was Cao Cao's eldest daughter, Cao Ang's younger sister, and Cao Qinghe, who would be crowned Princess Qinghe in the future!
The woman who married Xiahou He but turned against him because he kept a concubine in Guanzhong.
Although the history books were biased towards men and mostly talked about women's sins.
However, in all fairness, Cao Qinghe was a princess, yet he didn't use her, and Xiahou Feng kept a concubine. That was really not right.
"This is really unjust!"
"It's because I praised Young Lady in front of Young Master Ang, making Young Master Ang think I'm too frivolous.”
Zhao Mu smiled confidently.
Cao Qinghe was curious."How did you praise me in front of your brother?”
Zhao Mu did not answer immediately. Instead, he probed Cao Qinghe's identity. After confirming that it was the original body, he said lightly,""I came to Cao Gong's tent because I saw you out on a trip and admired you.”
"Young Master Ang didn't believe me, so I wrote a few poems.”
"The poem says: Lightly like a startled swan, graceful like a swimming dragon. The autumn chrysanthemums shine brightly, and the spring pines flourish to praise the beauty of the girl.”
" It is also said that the clouds think of clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blows the threshold and reveals the brilliance to praise the girl's charm.”
"I didn't expect Young Master Ang to think that the Hillman was lying.”
Cao Qinghe had never heard Zhao Mu confess so directly, and his face immediately turned red.
However, he was also quite interested in Zhao Mu's poem.
Cao Cao was a lover of poetry, so his children were naturally interested in poetry.
Cao Qinghe was also familiar with poetry since he was young. When he heard Zhao Mu's two lines of poetry, he was instantly shocked.
"As graceful as a startled swan, as graceful as a swimming dragon. Autumn chrysanthemums shine in glory, and spring pines flourish."
"The clouds think of clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blows the threshold and reveals its brilliance.”
"Sir, you praise me too much. This little girl doesn't deserve such praise.”
Cao Qinghe was a little flustered.
Zhao Mu was talented and his looks were outstanding.
He was handsome, talented, and eloquent. In any era, he would be the person that Cao Qinghe, a young lady from a wealthy family, admired the most.
For a moment.
The small courtyard was filled with the aura of youth.
This was that damn smell!
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