The second year of Jian'an.
Xudu, outside Sikong Mansion.
The majestic red lacquered gate stands tall and there are many soldiers, which fully demonstrates the overwhelming power of Cao Cao, the Sikong Sikong at that time.
But in a certain courtyard of the mansion, the style of painting went completely off-kilter. A boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a brocade robe, was dancing solo under the sunset.
He was also humming a rather heroic song: "I am standing in the fierce wind! I wish I could feel my endless heartache!"
"Looking at the sky——"
The young man's name is Cao Shuo.
There were two servants standing in the corner of the yard, one of them shook his head and sighed: "Hey, the second young master started to get sick again. But don't tell me... This tone is quite good."
The other one also sighed, his tone full of regret: "That's not true. A fever two years ago burned out his brain."
"The genius boy who was famous in Xudu has now become a fool."
"It really makes people feel uncomfortable."
As he was speaking, he trembled all over——
Cao Shuo ran over at some point and stared at him with his eyes.
"You call me a fool?"
"Second, second young master!" The servant's legs went weak and he almost knelt down on the spot, "Young master, you have absolutely no such intention!"
Cao Shuo sneered and suddenly raised his finger to the sky: "Then let me ask you, how far is the sun from us?"
"Ah? This... I don't know..." The servant stuttered in reply.
"Where's the moon?" Cao Shuo asked again.
"I don't know... I don't know..." The servant's voice was almost crying.
What the hell are these problems?
"I know." Cao Shuo said seriously.
"So-"
He gave a sarcastic smile: "You are the fool, and your whole family is fools."
