Chapter 882 Literary Heroes Meeting
If you want to make a hot search popular, the best way is to create another bigger hot search.
Then use a massive amount of trolls to top up the second hot search as quickly as possible.
Some groups in later generations have almost become instinctive in this kind of operation.
Even if there is no hot search, we must forcefully create a hot search.
For example, my cats and dogs?
In a sense, the style reviews of this era are actually also a kind of hot search.
Perhaps for people in the Three Kingdoms era, wind evaluation was already considered a high-level operation.
But for Governor Feng, it was a child's operation.
There is no soul in hot searches without a large number of trolls.
Coincidentally, Governor Feng happened to have a group of navy troops on hand.
The professional way.
There is also a care delivered to your door…
So Governor Feng decided: "I will hold a banquet in a few days to cleanse Wenxuan."
General Guan Da asked strangely: "Why choose a few days later?"
Feng Jishi laughed and said, "Uncle Liao is coming soon, isn't he? We'll be together at that time."
As for these days, let Cao San first experience the strong literary atmosphere of Feng Governor's Mansion.
For example, when Cao Sanda got up in the morning, he heard a milky voice reciting a poem next door:
“I sleep in spring without waking up, and I can hear birds singing everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and I know how many flowers have fallen.”
Although it is a child's voice, and even the articulation is not very clear, you can hear a bit of the charm of Luoxia.
This surprised Cao Sanji.
What surprised him even more was the poetry the children memorized.
This poem is very clear and clear. Cao Sanjiu, who was next to Cao Zhi, was considered to have some literary talent. When he heard it, he was stunned for a moment.
Although it is late spring and early summer at this time, the ground in Liangzhou is cold, the remaining flowers in the yard have just fallen off, and the branches are beginning to turn green.
The rising sun shines down, and birds are jumping among the buds.
The poem is good and the meaning is meaningful.
This scene is suitable for poetry.
Cao San stood dumbly in the courtyard, feeling a faint feeling of spring sadness in his heart.
At the same time, he also became curious. Which child next door is reciting poetry?
At this time, a man's voice was heard: "Yes, Shuangshuang, have you seen it? You are my sister, how come you can't even compare to your brother?"
When Cao San heard this voice, he was immediately surprised: It turned out to be Feng Langjun!
He was a little hesitant, thinking to himself that this poem sounded like a good piece of writing. King Chen often commented on poems, but he had never mentioned it. Could it be Feng Langjun's new work?
Although he felt that eavesdropping was a bit impolite, Cao San still couldn't help but walked to the wall and listened carefully.
At this time, only a girl’s voice was heard: “Spring sleeps without waking up, everywhere...everywhere...”
The girl memorized the first sentence fluently, but stuttered the next sentence. She spent a long time "everywhere" and still couldn't recite it.
At this time, Feng Langjun prompted a word: "Smell."
“Smell everywhere…smell…”
Feng Langjun sighed: "What do you smell?"
"mosquito!"
“What mosquito? Where did the mosquito come from?”
Although he couldn't see Feng Langjun's face, Cao San estimated that he didn't look much better.
"Last night, I was bitten by a mosquito!" the girl replied confidently, "My mother didn't sleep with me, and the adults didn't tell me about ancient times, so I just went to find my aunt...well..."
“Sister-in-law, we won’t carry it anymore, can we stop carrying it?”
Feng Langjun begged for mercy angrily.
Cao San, who eavesdropped on the wall, almost laughed out loud. It was said in the Central Plains that Feng Langjun was ruthless and killed countless people. Who would have thought that there was such a side to him?
Afraid that he couldn't help laughing, he quickly covered his mouth with his hands and tiptoed away.
After returning to the house, doubts arose in my heart: What does the title of this little aunt mean?
But the most important thing at this time is not this.
He quickly called his servants to get pen and ink.
A pen is a good pen, and paper is even better.
This kind of fine paper, in the Central Plains, only the top wealthy families are qualified to use it.
I didn’t expect that I could use it at will in Feng Langjun’s house.
Cao San sighed with emotion, and then he wrote: "I sleep in spring without realizing the dawn, everywhere?"
“What’s going on everywhere?”
Cao San thought for a long time and suddenly found that he couldn't remember the second sentence at all.
Because all he could think about at this moment were the sentences the girl said when she argued with Feng Langjun.
“Smell...mosquitoes everywhere?”
He was so angry that he threw away the pen. What a naughty boy!
In this good poem, he didn't remember that Cao San's heart was very regretful, and at the same time, he seemed to be scratching.
Since the death of Emperor Wu, King Chen's ambitions have not been fulfilled. In these years, he has only devoted himself to studying classics and accompanying them with articles.
If this poem is really a new work by Feng Langjun, when I return, I have to find a way to ask Feng Langjun for the complete poem.
Wang Chen will definitely be happy if he gets Feng Langjun’s masterpiece.
The next day, Cao San got up early and started walking in the small courtyard. In fact, he was always paying attention to the sounds next door.
He originally thought that the girl failed to carry it well yesterday, and Feng Langjun would let him carry it again today.
Unexpectedly, what I heard this time was a female voice chanting:
“The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water, which is clear and soft. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and dragonflies have already stood on it.”
What is written and described is exactly the scenery in early summer.
It is even more appropriate than yesterday’s song.
Cao San subconsciously wanted to say "Eh", but there was someone who said "Eh" faster than him:
“Huh? Where did you get this poem? Why have I never heard of it?”
Another woman's voice sounded.
The woman reading the poem said with a chuckle:
“Yesterday, we were both playful and playing with dragonflies and butterflies in the yard. When Alang saw it, he read this poem to her and said that if she could memorize it, he would help her catch it.”
“Unexpectedly, we both memorized it for a long time, but still couldn’t memorize it. I stood aside and recited it silently.”
Cao San was shocked when he heard this!
This Feng Langjun, his literary talent is so terrifying?
His son is smart, and his wives and concubines are also good at memorizing poems...
This, this is really... No wonder King Chen befriended him.
The two women next door said a few words and then their voices dropped, as if they were quietly reciting poetry. Cao San listened for a long time, but he couldn't hear clearly.
This made his heart feel like dozens of claws scratching at it.
Because this poem is a sentence of seven words, which is even harder to remember than yesterday's.
Just like yesterday, he only read it once. Even if he wanted to remember it, he couldn't memorize it.
For the next three or four days, Cao Sansan wandered around the yard every day, but there was no sound of reading poetry from the next door.
There were only two children there chanting "The sky and the earth are dark and yellow, the universe is primitive..."
The article was certainly good, but it was not what he wanted to hear.
Because when he arrived in Hanzhong, many children in Hanzhong read this article.
So he knew that this was an enlightenment article written by Feng Langjun specifically for children in Shu.
Several days passed like this.
If it weren't for the fact that servants would bring food on time every day, and at the same time, Feng Langjun's order would be passed on, saying that he could move around freely in Wuwei City.
Cao San thought he had been forgotten.
He couldn't hold it any longer, so he asked his servants to convey the message on his behalf, requesting to see Feng Langjun.
Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, the servant came back to report that Feng Junhou was out of the city to meet the guests and was not in the mansion.
Cao San couldn't help but be a little disappointed, but since Feng Langjun didn't want to see him, he had no good solution.
With the dignity of King Chen, it is extremely rare for him to take the initiative to make friends with a junior.
Now that Feng Mingwen has been reluctant to respond, Cao San feels that this person is too arrogant.
He decided to ask to see him again tomorrow. If there was no response, he would just say goodbye.
What he never expected was that when the night was getting dark, a servant suddenly came to report:
“Cao Langjun, please invite me.”
“Feng Langjun wants to see me at this time?”
Cao San was greatly surprised when he heard the news.
It was almost bedtime, why did Feng Langjun still want to see him?
Full of doubts, he followed the waiter out of his room, walked through the corridor, and walked towards the front yard of the Governor's Mansion.
It seems that Feng Langjun is entertaining someone.
The waiter led Cao San to the door and said to the guards guarding outside:
“Please report to your Majesty that Cao’s envoy has arrived.”
One of the guards nodded, turned around and went in to report.
After a while, the sound of silk and bamboo in the hall stopped, and then the guard came out and said to Cao San:
“The prince has invited Cao’s envoy.”
Cao San became more and more confused.
The person who can allow Feng Langjun to entertain him until late at night must be an important person.
And he is just a servant of King Chen, why did Feng Langjun let him come?
He was thinking as he stepped into the banquet hall.
There were not many guests in the banquet hall, but the atmosphere was extremely warm.
The host, Feng Langjun, has left his seat and is holding a wine bottle, with a masculine and handsome gentleman hunched over his shoulders.
Looking at Feng Langjun's behavior, Cao San knew that he had probably drunk too much.
Seeing Cao San come in, Feng Langjun let go of the handsome man, holding the wine bottle in one hand and the wine bottle on the table in front of him with the other, and walked over with a somewhat floating pace.
Before the person arrived, a smell of alcohol hit my face:
“Messenger Cao is here? Come on, come on, I’ll treat you to a drink.”
As he spoke, Feng Langjun, who was already drunk, filled the wine bottle in his hand with wine and handed it to Cao San.
Even when I handed him over, the wine bottle was tilted and shaking, and a lot of wine spilled out.
Cao San could not refuse, so he took it and said, "Thank you, Mr. Feng."
Then drink it all in one gulp.
Unexpectedly, the wine smelled very fragrant, but when it entered his throat, it burned like fire, causing Cao San's eyes to bulge and his mouth to bulge.
After a while, he took out a long breath and shouted: "What a strong drink!"
Feng Yong cheered: "Okay! It's refreshing!"
Then he poured another bottle, and so on.
After Cao San drank three cups in a row, he felt that his stomach was burned into a ball by fire, and it felt like waves were rolling.
Feng Yong laughed, threw away the wine bottle in his hand, and then pulled him forward:
“Come, come, let me introduce some relatives and friends to the envoy.”
Cao San breathed a sigh of relief.
He was afraid that if he took one more sip, the contents of his stomach would come up.
“This is the Chief of the Prefecture of Liangzhou, and he is also my elder. He has been a famous family in Jingzhou for generations.”
“Liao Hua and Liao Yuanjian met Cao’s envoy.”
The eldest man in the crowd bowed his hands to Cao San.
“I met Mr. Liao.”
Cao San returned the greeting somewhat dazedly.
"This is also the chief historian of the mansion. He is the sergeant of Liangzhou, Jiang Wei and Jiang Boyue."
Cao San looked at it and couldn't help but praise in his heart: What a beautiful man!
“I have met envoy Cao.”
…
“This is Zhao Guang Zhao Erlang, whose courtesy name is Yiwen.”
Cao San was shocked: "It turns out to be the ghost general Zhao Langjun, disrespectful and disrespectful!"
Three thousand cavalry against one hundred thousand, the name of Zhao Guijiang has reached Guandong!
Cao San couldn't help but take a look at Mr. Zhao, but saw that there were long and slender scars on his face, but they did not affect his handsomeness at all, but added two points of masculinity to him.
“This is Li Yi Li Wenxuan…”
…
After the introduction, Feng Yong let out a wine burp and then took a long breath:
“Today I had a drink with celebrities and heroes, which is a pleasure in life, but I want to get drunk, but I am not enjoying myself to the fullest. Does Ambassador Cao know why?”
“I don’t know.”
Although Cao San was already a little drunk and still conscious, he was still a little baffled as to why Feng Langjun wanted him to come over.
“But it’s because of you, Messenger Cao!”
Feng Yong pointed at Cao San and said loudly, "To be honest, if we only talk about articles, in my eyes, the world's literati and poets are nothing more than me."
“Only Mr. Cao can convince me. I have really wanted to make friends with Mr. Cao for a long time, but I didn’t expect that Mr. Cao would also know me!”
"It's just a pity that Mr. Cao and I have no chance to meet each other. We are just friends by thousands of miles apart! What's the regret? What's the regret?"
Feng Yongyue said, the more excited he became, he threw the wine bottle in his hand, grabbed Cao San's shoulders, and stared at him:
“I hosted a banquet for my friends, but Mr. Cao was not present. I am really sorry. Now I have a poem for you to take back to Mr. Cao. You must remember it!”
Cao San was shaken, sobered up a little from his drunkenness, and said quickly:
“I will obey Feng Langjun’s order!”
At the same time, I secretly sighed in my heart. If it weren't for the chaos in the world, Feng Langjun and Prince Chen should have been close friends who knew each other and cherished each other.
Now we are thousands of miles apart and have a close relationship but cannot meet each other.
Thinking of this, Cao San felt a little sad in his heart.
“If you don’t see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea and never returns; if you don’t see it, the mirror in the high hall will look sad and white, and the morning will be like a blue cloud and it will turn into snow at dusk..."
Just the first sentence is shocking.
Not to mention Cao San, even the four people present were all shocked!
Then they all stood up in unison, staring closely at Feng Yong who was dancing with his hands and feet in the middle of the banquet hall.
Then the same thought occurred to them all:
Such a majestic poem, indeed only Feng Hou can do it!
When they heard "I was born with talents, I will come back after all my money has been spent", everyone clenched their fists and felt thunderous and agitated in their chests.
"Zhao Erlang and Jiang Boyue are about to drink wine. Don't stop drinking. Let's sing a song with you. Please pour it for me!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Guang and Jiang Wei's faces were red and bleeding, and their nostrils suddenly widened.
Jiang Wei quickly bent down to pick up the wine bottle, raised it towards Feng Yong, and drank it all in one gulp.
Zhao Guang poured a bottle of wine, then respectfully held it to his brother with both hands.
I sent it!
Brother, I don’t know whether this article will be passed down through the ages, but it is certain that it will be famous for generations.
At that time, my name, Zhao Erlang, will also be remembered in history along with this article.
Feng Junhou, who was going crazy with alcohol, twitched the corner of his mouth and his eyes were a little complicated.
If you are asked to give in, you will give in? Why are you such a dog?
I want your reputation to be passed down through generations, but you want me to drink such a strong drink?
What about human nature?
Just in front of Cao San, Feng Junhou had to do the whole show.
At this moment, I raised my neck with great magnanimity.
“Color!”
Everyone else cheered loudly.
…
When he heard Feng Yong read, "Zijian had a banquet in the old days and had a lot of fun drinking and drinking," Cao San felt a rush of blood rushing to the Tianling Gai!
Although King Chen and Feng Langjun are not allowed to meet each other, how many people can compare with this kind of friendship?
This hatred and regret are really God’s will to manipulate people!
"Why should I express my hatred? I am looking at you from far away. I have a five-flowered horse and a golden coat. I call my son back east to give you fine wine, and I will sell away all the sorrow of the ages with you!"
After reading, Feng Yong sat down on the ground and laughed wildly.
Cao San made a "plop" sound, crawled down all over, and choked with sobs:
“I sincerely ask you to write this article in person and send it to King Chen.”
This is the first time that he calls Feng Yong a prince.
When Feng Junhou heard this, he felt as if someone had suddenly grabbed his throat.
At the same time, his expression became extremely exciting.
Feng's calligraphy is so unique that I'm afraid Mr. Cao won't be able to understand it!
Cao San couldn't get a response from Feng Junhou for a long time and was about to look up.
There was only a "plop" sound, and then loud snoring. It turned out that Feng Junhou fell asleep in the court after being drunk.
Soon, two women came in from outside and blessed everyone.
One of them said: "Everyone, the prince is drunk. My wife has asked my concubine to help the prince go back to rest. Please help yourself."
“The second sister-in-law and the third sister-in-law just help my brother back, and leave this place to me.”
Zhao Guang hurriedly patted his chest and said.
Hearing this voice, Cao San felt that it was very familiar: Isn't this the woman who read poetry a few days ago?
He knew it was Marquis Feng's wife and concubine, so he didn't dare to raise his head to avoid causing trouble.
(End of this chapter)