Chapter 1317 Visit (2)

Yang Hu stood in front of Jibei Prince's Mansion, looking at everything in front of him.

If it weren't for the gate system that only the royal family could use, he couldn't believe that the dilapidated gate in front of him was the palace of the Wei Dynasty.

 The steps are very tall, but they are covered with dust and dead branches. There are also some small pieces of rubble scattered in the corners.

 Between the steps, many wild grasses emerged from the gaps and swayed in the wind.

 The pillars on both sides of the gate on the platform have long been mottled and decayed.

Not only can’t you see the original color clearly, but because there has been no maintenance for many years, you can see that two of them have been eaten away by termites.

Then, whether it was caused by man-made damage or being blown by wind and rain, there was a big gap in one of the branches, revealing the rotten wood foam inside.

The courtyard walls on both sides of the gate have also become dilapidated and dilapidated. As far as Yang Hu can see, he can see that two or three places have collapsed, and no one has repaired them.

To be honest, if it weren't for the side door, there would be an old concierge who could barely hear the sound.

Yang Hu even doubted whether there was anyone living here.

In addition to the majesty of the past and the fact that the system cannot be overstepped at will, the appearance of any family with a solid family background will be more glamorous than that of Prince Ji's Mansion.

For some reason, looking at the decaying palace in front of him, Yang Hu couldn't help but think of the current Wei Dynasty...

Just when he was thinking wildly, he heard a drunken voice coming from his ear:

 “Uncle Yang? But Uncle Yang’s face?”

Yang Hu came back to his senses and quickly looked around, but a young man wearing a prince's royal robe was lazily leaning against the side door frame, looking at Yang Hu with drunken eyes.

 He was still holding a wine bottle in his hand, and you could even see that a large area of ​​his clothes was wet.

 It is estimated that it is mostly wine stains.

Yang Hu quickly stepped forward, bowed to the young man, and replied:

 “The subordinate is none other than Yang Hu.”

 Then he looked up at the other party with a slight hesitation, and moved his lips, "May I ask who you are, the King of Jibei?"

"Hahaha!"

Cao Zhi raised his head and laughed, then raised the pot and took a sip of wine. Then he looked at Yang Hu again, and at the same time he burped, and the smell of wine came directly to Yang Hu:

 “What? It doesn’t look like it?”

Yang Hu’s face twitched.

 Looking at him, he doesn’t look like a human king. How can he look like him?

Had he not been wearing this royal robe and said he was a drunken lunatic who appeared out of nowhere, he would have believed it.

But... there is a saying, this wine smells quite mellow, it is probably a rare wine.

As if seeing Yang Hu’s thoughts, Cao Zhi laughed at himself as if he was lonely:

“In this world, I’m afraid it’s only the Wei Dynasty that has such princes and kings, right?”

As he spoke, he took another sip from the wine bottle and continued:

"There are so many servants in Prince Gu's house that they can't use the table, so I can only come out to greet the guests in person. There have been no guests in the house for a long time, and the house is dirty and slovenly. I took the liberty to invite my uncle in, for fear of staining my uncle's eyes."

 The implication is that there is no intention to invite guests in.

“But I don’t know, what’s the important thing for Uncle Yang to come here this time?”

 That is to say, Yang Hu is not an ordinary person, he is very well-educated.

If it were a guy who couldn't hold back his anger, he would have to throw up his sleeves and turn around and leave on the spot.

Seeing that Yang Hu’s expression did not change, he said respectfully:

"It's nothing important. Hu went to Chang'an a few months ago, and someone asked Hu to send a letter to His Highness."

The King of Jibei, who was originally cynical, suddenly changed his face when he heard the word "Chang'an"!

 “Bah!”

The wine bottle in his hand was thrown away by him in an instant.

　　While throwing away the wine bottle, Cao Zhi stood up straight, looked solemn, and straightened his clothes.

However, the wine stains on his body could not be wiped off, which made him look a little embarrassed.

 It’s just that I can’t care about it at this time.

Hands up and salutes, where is the drunkenness from just now?

“I dare to ask my uncle, who in Chang’an asked my uncle to deliver a letter to Zhi?”

Just in the blink of an eye, the front and back were completely different, almost making Yang Hu unable to react.

Looking at the respectful and polite King of Jibei in front of him, Yang Hu's face twitched again.

At the same time, a horrifying thought suddenly occurred in his mind, which shocked him so much that for a moment, he was unable to answer the other party's question.

Seeing Yang Hu’s horrified face and looking at him with disbelief, Cao Zhi couldn’t help but urged:

 “Uncle? Uncle Sheep?”

"Oh, oh, I was distracted for a moment, I'm sorry for being rude." Yang Hu reached into his arms, took out a letter, and handed it over with both hands, "This is the letter Feng Jun asked Hu to deliver to His Highness."

Upon hearing this, Cao Zhi hurriedly stepped forward and took the letter, with an ecstatic look on his face:

“It’s indeed a letter from Uncle Feng!”

Yang Hu’s heart was shaken no matter how hard it was... he couldn’t shake it anymore.

 He looked at Cao Zhi numbly.

　 Did you hear that correctly?

 Uncle Feng?

 The great princes and kings of the Wei Dynasty call Feng Zei of the Han Dynasty his uncle?

 In the world, is there anything more absurd than this?

Even if the Xiahou clan rebelled against Wei and surrendered to the Han, is it possible that there are even people from the Cao clan now...

 As soon as the thought came to this point, Yang Hu quickly killed the thought.

 It is not surprising that among the three countries, ministers and even monarchs communicate with each other.

Not to mention that King Chen (i.e. Cao Zhi) and Feng Mingwen were close friends.

There is a sentence in "Jinjinjiu" that "Zijian used to have banquets in the old days, and fight for wine and have a lot of fun", which is enough to prove the deep friendship between the two.

Although the two of them are their own masters, they admire each other's literary talents, which is really enviable by the world's literati. They call them "the friends of Feng and Cao", which is said to have the legacy of Boya's period.

Yang Hu, who had no idea that his "Yang-Land Friendship" had been taken away from him in the original history, was silently reciting:

“Feng Cao’s acquaintance, Feng Cao’s acquaintance, Feng Mingwen and Chen Wang are close friends. As the king of Chen, the king of Jibei calls Feng Mingwen uncle, which is very reasonable and reasonable..."

Probably he felt that he was a little too rash in front of outsiders. Cao Zhi put the letter away and looked at Yang Hu again, his eyes and expression became much closer:

“My uncle went to Chang’an, but he met Uncle Mingwen?”

“When I return to Your Highness, I will indeed be lucky enough to be received by Mr. Feng.”

"Oh?" Cao Zhi's eyes showed a hint of yearning, "In that case, my uncle is indeed lucky. Alas, before my father was alive, the most important thing he wanted to do was to have a drink and talk with Uncle Mingwen."

At this point, Cao Zhi's voice suddenly dropped. If Yang Hu hadn't listened carefully, he might have missed the last sentence:

 “Even once…”

Thinking of what happened to King Chen, Yang Hu sighed secretly in his heart and said nothing.

 Perhaps it is precisely because of this that King Chen and Feng Jun formed a literary legend, right?

But fortunately, the King of Jibei quickly regained his spirit:

"My late father passed away with regrets. Even if he has the intention, I am afraid that it will be difficult for him to fulfill his wish in this life."

As he spoke, he smiled bitterly and pointed at himself.

“So, uncle, can you tell me in detail what it’s like to meet Uncle Mingwen?”

Feel?

Following the numbness in his mind, Yang Hu's face was also twitching to the point of numbness.

Every time he recalled that meeting with Mr. Feng, Yang Hu felt even more depressed.

Facing the request of King Jibei, he couldn't say no.

 After all, no matter how miserable the King of Jibei is, he is still a king.

Moreover, after the King of Jibei called out "uncle", a certain thought flashed through Yang Hu's heart.

Cao Zhi saw that Yang Hu's expression was a little changeable, and he said that he had offended him at the beginning, so the other party was unwilling.

So he bowed his hands again and apologized:

"The previous chapter was careless and wild, and I didn't know etiquette. I offended my uncle. I hope my uncle will forgive me."

“I will never forget my late father’s last wish. Although I can’t see my uncle Mingwen in person, if I can talk about my uncle’s affairs in front of my late father’s tomb, I think I can remember my late father a little while under the yellow soil.”

Having finished speaking, he bowed deeply again.

 At this point, Yang Hu no longer has any reason to refuse:

"Your Highness's sincerity of filial piety moves heaven and earth. How dare you disobey your orders?"

Hearing this, Cao Zhi was immediately overjoyed:

 “Zhi thanked my uncle, please, please, please inside!”

Following the King of Jibei, he stepped into the door, but saw that the front yard was overgrown with grass, dead branches and leaves were all over the yard, and there was only a small path leading to the front.

Probably knowing that the scene in front of him was quite rude, the King of Jibei explained with some embarrassment:

"I haven't had any guests for a long time, and most of the people in my house are old, weak, sick and disabled. Alas, I'm not afraid of my uncle's jokes. I've been given the title of King of Jibei for nothing. I'm afraid I can't even live an ordinary life like this." No one else can compare.”

This is not a good thing to say.

 To say that you are at ease, it is definitely not at ease.

 After all, the kinship system of the Wei Dynasty was there.

 But if you want to live a good life, you can at least have enough food and clothing, which is much better than ordinary families.

 “Bang!”

 Something was kicked at my feet.

 Looking down, it turned out to be the jug that King Jibei had thrown away.

 The body of the pot is slender, and at first glance, the style is quite exquisite. In addition, the surface is smooth and white, so Yang Hu immediately recognized that this was a high-quality porcelain pot unique to the Han Dynasty.

 Very expensive!

Look at the fallen grass and leaves in this courtyard, and then look at the expensive porcelain pot lying quietly among the fallen grass and leaves, it even smells of wine.

 As soon as you smell it, you know it is a fine wine!

Yang Hu’s eyes were calm.

 Cao Zhiqian laughed:

“Uncle, I don’t know. In my house, many of my subordinates are Jia Shu. They don’t know much about anything else. They are the only ones who know how to do dirty things like merchants.”

“In addition, before my father was alive, he sent servants to exchange greetings with Uncle Mingwen. Therefore, I have inherited my father’s legacy and have some connections in the west. I can occasionally exchange for some fine wine..."

Yang Hu:…

Yang Hu didn’t stay in the Prince’s Mansion of Jibei for long. He just told the Prince of Jibei about his meeting with Mr. Feng.

The King of Jibei didn't ask any more questions. He also only asked about Feng's appearance and his words and deeds when he handed the letter to Yang Hu.

 But after coming out of Jibei Prince's Mansion, Yang Hu's originally worried mood did not dissipate, but instead became heavier.

Before leaving, he looked back at the dilapidated Jibei Prince's Mansion, but in his mind, he thought of the wine pot in the yard, as well as the various Han utensils and objects seen in the Jibei Prince's Mansion.

This dilapidated palace not only slapped the face of King Jibei, but also slapped the face of Wei Dynasty.

Emperor Wu's direct grandson not only took great pride in food and clothing passed down from the Han Dynasty, he even called the leader of the Han Dynasty thieves "uncle" in a very affectionate tone.

 It is truly the greatest irony in the world.

(Note: In the original history, Cao Zhi not only took the initiative to join the Sima clan, but also probably made suggestions for Sima Yan to usurp the Wei Dynasty:

　　After Sima Yan went to Yecheng to welcome Cao Huan, the Duke of Changdao Township, on his ascension to the throne, Cao Zhi paid homage to Sima Yan at night. The two talked from dusk to dawn the next day. After their conversation, Sima Yan trusted and valued Cao Zhi very much)

Logically speaking, for this kind of person, in the past, even a few words to Yang Hu would have been too much.

 But at this time, he could only let out a long and heavy sigh.

Not to mention the Prince of Jibei, every family in the Wei Dynasty who has some channels is eager for the unique things of the Han Dynasty?

As for communicating with the people of Han... What did I go to Chang'an for a few months ago?

If you are still like this, how can you have the face to criticize others?

Thinking of this, Yang Hu sighed again.

With such a mood, Yang Hu left Jibei Kingdom and returned to his home in Taishan County, feeling depressed all day long.

His sister Yang Huiyu is smart and talented. When she saw that her brother was depressed for many days and often sighed alone, she couldn't help but be concerned and asked why.

Yang Hu then told Yang Huiyu what he had encountered in detail, and then sighed:

"Sister, when I went to Chang'an, I couldn't fulfill the family's orders; when I went to the Prince's Palace in Jibei, I didn't dare to tell His Highness his fault; I was worried about the long-term shortcomings of the Wei Dynasty, but I didn't know how to save it; I was worried about the future of the Yang family, but I didn't know how to protect it. Therefore my heart is filled with sorrow, alas!”

Who would have expected that after Yang Huiyu heard this, instead of comforting him, he scolded him:

“Our Taiyang family has been a big family for nine generations. Our ancestors have relied on their virtues and talents to strengthen their families. I have never heard of them relying on others.”

“If you go to Chang’an and fail, you should reflect on the shortcomings of your moral abilities and abilities, and work on them more, instead of feeling sorry for yourself like you are now.”

“Looking at the world today, the Han Dynasty is strong and the Wei Dynasty is weak. The strong kings and ministers get along with each other, and become stronger and stronger day by day. The weak ones do not want to unite, but fight for power. Even though I am a woman, I know that it is difficult for Wei to survive!”

No matter whether it is Sima Shi or Cao Shuang, she is not optimistic about it. Otherwise, why would she reject Sima Shi's marriage proposal?

"If you want to have great ambitions, you should look at the world and follow the general trend of the world, instead of holding on to your shortcomings and going against the current."

Although the Yang family became prominent in the Later Han Dynasty, when Cao Wei usurped the Han Dynasty, didn't they still comply with the weather?

If Liu Han really wanted to be prosperous, would he have changed the imperial examination system just because the children of aristocratic families were unwilling to work hard?

By then, the families that opposed the imperial examinations may have declined or even died out.

  The Han Dynasty was not lenient to the right and powerful.

 It is foolish to protect a country that is not worth protecting.

 If you want to revitalize your family, you should put your family first, not your own likes and dislikes.

“If you don’t want to serve the Han Dynasty, then you should maintain the status quo and serve neither in the Wei nor the Han Dynasty. Concentrate on learning and pay less attention to worldly affairs.”

“In this case, if there is a great chaos in the future, wouldn’t it be appropriate to live away from the world and use your knowledge and reputation as a way to protect yourself?”

"Think about Feng Mingwen, who is talented in literature and invincible in martial arts. Could he be a villain who will take revenge? Will he deliberately target our Yang family because of your rejection?"

 "The Road to Shu is Difficult", "Childhood Sweethearts", "The Road to Han Dynasty is Prosperous"...

　　Either an immortal views the world, or his love is as deep as the sea, or his ambition is like a flying wing.

How can someone who can write these peerless articles be a villain?

Yang Huiyu's words were like a bell in the sky, shaking Yang Hu's mind to the point of collapse.

 (End of this chapter)