"Then you have to compose a poem within seven steps. If you can't compose it..." The deliberately blank ending sounds linger in the air, and the indifferent tone pierces people's hearts.
Cao Zhi raised his eyes and looked up. The person above him was his elder brother, Cao Pi, who was also an emperor and was now trying to kill him.
Seven steps, the distance between them was only seven steps. The emperor and the guilty people are so far apart.
Haha, I chuckled silently in my heart, stepped forward with one foot, stared stubbornly at the figure sitting on the high platform, and spoke slowly, with a low voice, as if filled with silent sadness.
"Boil beans and make soup." One step
"Pulling the bean sprouts makes you think it's juice." Two steps
"The beetroot is burning under the cauldron," three steps
"The beans are crying in the cauldron." After four steps, it seemed that the figure in front of me was getting closer, but it became blurry.
"Essence comes from the same root," five steps
"Why rush it?" Six steps.
A little ironically lonely, one step away, Cao Zhi stood alone in an empty and silent hall, with a silent desolation in his eyes.