Chapter 883 Literary Heroes Meeting

   If you want to keep a trending search going, the best way is to create another bigger trending search.

   Then use the massive water army to push the second hot search to the top with the fastest speed.

  Some groups in later generations are almost instinctive about this kind of operation.

  Even if there is no trending search, it is necessary to forcibly create a trending search.

  For example, my cat and dog?

  In a sense, the wind reviews of this era are actually a hot search.

  Perhaps for people in the Three Kingdoms era, wind evaluation is already considered a high-level operation.

  But to Governor Feng, that was a child's operation.

   Without a large number of hot searches in the navy, there is no soul.

  Coincidentally, Governor Feng happened to have a group of sailors on hand.

  Professional way.

   There is also a door-to-door package...

  So Governor Feng decided: "In a few days, I will hold a banquet to clean up Wenxuan."

  General Guan asked strangely: "Why choose a few days later?"

   Governor Feng chuckled: "Isn't Uncle Liao coming soon? We just happen to be together at that time."

  As for the past few days, let Cao San feel the strong literary atmosphere of Feng Shifu's mansion first.

  For example, when Cao Sansan got up in the morning, he heard a milky voice next door reciting poems:

   "I don't feel the dawn when I sleep in spring, and I hear birds singing everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night, you know how many flowers fall."

  Although it is a child's voice, even the articulation is not very clear, but it can hear a bit of the charm of Luoxia's pronunciation.

   This surprised Cao Sanji.

   What surprised him even more was the poems the children recited.

  This poem is very clear and clear. Cao Sanjiu was by Cao Zhi's side, and he had a bit of literary talent.

  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, and the branches are just green.

  The rising sun shines down, and the birds are jumping among the young shoots.

  Poetry is good, meaning meaningful.

   This scene just happens to be a poem.

  Cao Sandai stood in the courtyard, feeling a faint sense of spring sadness in his heart.

  At the same time, he also became curious. Which child next door is reciting poems?

  At this time, only a man's voice was heard: "That's right, Shuangshuang, did you see that? You are an older sister, why can't you even compare to your younger brother?"

  Cao Sanyi was startled when he heard this voice: it turned out to be Feng Langjun!

  He was a little hesitant, thinking to himself that this poem sounded like a top-notch poem. Chen Wang often commented on poems and essays, but he never heard him mention it. Could it be Feng Langjun's new work?

  Although it was impolite to eavesdrop, Cao San still walked to the wall involuntarily and listened carefully.

  At this time, only a girl's voice was heard: "Chunmian doesn't know, everywhere...everywhere..."

  The girl recited the first sentence fluently, but stuttered the next sentence, and she couldn't recite the next sentence after "everything" for a long time.

   At this time, Feng Langjun prompted a word: "Smell."

   "Everywhere smell... smell..."

  Feng Langjun sighed: "What do you hear?"

"mosquito!"

   "What mosquito? Where did the mosquito come from?"

  Although Feng Langjun couldn't see the expression on his face, Cao San probably couldn't look any 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 knew to go to my aunt...uh..."

   "Grandma, let's stop reciting, can we stop reciting?"

  Feng Langjun begged for mercy angrily.

  Cao San, who eavesdropped on the wall, almost laughed out loud. It is said in the Central Plains that Feng Langjun was ruthless and slaughtered countless people. Who would have thought that there is such a side?

   Afraid he couldn't help laughing out loud, he quickly covered his mouth with his hand and tiptoed away.

  After returning to the house, doubts arose in my heart: what does the name of the little aunt mean?

   But the most important thing at this time is not this.

  He hurriedly called his servants to fetch pens and inks.

  A pen is a good pen, and paper is even better.

   This kind of good paper, in the Central Plains, only the top wealthy people are eligible to use it.

   I didn't expect that in Feng Langjun's house, I could use it at will.

  Cao San sighed for a moment, then took up a pen and wrote: "Chun Mian doesn't know 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 at this moment, all he could memorize was the sentences that the girl argued with Feng Langjun.

   "Smell...mosquitoes everywhere?"

   He was so angry that he threw away the pen, and the urchin mistook me!

  I didn't remember such a good poem, Cao San was extremely regretful, and at the same time, he seemed to be scratching with countless claws.

  Since the death of Emperor Wu, King Chen's ambitions have not been rewarded. Over the years, he has only devoted himself to studying classics and accompanying them with articles.

  If this poem is really Feng Langjun's new work, when I return, I have to find a way to ask Feng Langjun for the whole poem.

  Chen Wang will be happy when he gets Feng Langjun's masterpiece.

  The next day, Cao San got up early and began to walk in the small courtyard, in fact, he was always paying attention to the voices next door.

  He originally thought that the girl didn't memorize it well yesterday, so Feng Langjun will let her memorize it again today.

   Unexpectedly, what I heard this time was a female voice chanting:

   "The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the softness. The little lotus just shows its sharp horns, and dragonflies have already stood on its head."

   What I wrote and described is exactly the scenery in early summer.

  It is even more appropriate than yesterday's song.

  Cao San subconsciously wanted to say "Hey", but there was someone who said "Hey" faster than him:

   "Huh? Where did you get this poem? Why have I never heard of it?"

  Another woman's voice sounded.

  The woman who read the poem said with a chuckle:

   "Yesterday both were playful, catching dragonflies and butterflies in the yard. After being seen by A Lang, he read this poem to her and said that if she could memorize it, he would help her catch it."

   "I didn't know that Shuangshuang memorized it for a long time, but still couldn't memorize it. I was at the side, but I recited it silently."

   Cao San was shocked when he heard that!

  This Feng Langjun, his literary talent is so terrifying?

  His son is intelligent, and his wife and concubines are also familiar with reciting poetry...

  This, this is really... No wonder Chen Wang made friends with him.

  It’s just the two women next door. After a few words, their voices lowered, as if they were whispering poetry. Cao San listened for a long time, but couldn’t hear clearly.

   This made his heart scratch like dozens of claws.

  Because this poem is a sentence of seven words, which is harder to remember than yesterday's.

   It just happened to be the same as yesterday, and he only read it once. Even if he wanted to memorize it, he couldn't memorize it.

   For the next three or four days, Cao San wandered around the yard every day, but there was no sound of reciting poems next door.

  Only two children were there reciting "Heaven and earth are mysterious and yellow, the universe is prehistoric..."

  The text is of course a good one, but it is not what he wants to hear.

  Because when he arrived in Hanzhong, many Hanzhong children read this article.

  So he knows that this is an enlightenment article written by Feng Langjun specially for children in Shu.

   Several days passed like this.

  If it weren’t for the servants who brought food and drinks on time every day, and at the same time passed the order of Feng Langjun, saying that he can move freely in Wuwei City.

  Cao San thought he had been forgotten.

  He couldn't hold back anymore, so he asked his servants to convey the request to see Feng Langjun.

  Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, the servants came back to report again, saying that Feng Junhou was just out of the city to meet the guests, and he was not in the mansion.

  Cao San couldn't help being a little disappointed, but since Feng Langjun didn't want to see him, he didn't have a good idea.

  With the honor of King Chen, it is extremely rare to take the initiative to make friends with a junior.

  Now that Feng Mingwen has been slow to respond, Cao San feels that this person is too arrogant.

  He decided to ask for another meeting tomorrow, and if there is no response, he will leave directly.

   But what he never expected was that when the night was just getting dark, a servant came to report:

   "Cao Langjun, you are welcome."

   "Feng Langjun wants to see me at this time?"

   Cao San was surprised when he heard the news.

   Now it's almost time to go to bed, why does Feng Langjun still want to see himself?

  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.

  As soon as I stepped into the front arch of the front yard, I saw bright lights in front of me, and there was even a faint sound of silk and bamboo.

  It seems that Feng Langjun is entertaining someone.

  The waiter led Cao San to the door, and said to the guards outside:

   "Please report to your lord that Cao's envoy has arrived."

  A guard 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:

   "Your Majesty invited Cao's emissary."

  Cao Sanyue became more and more puzzled.

  The person who can make Feng Langjun entertain late into the night must be an important person.

  And I am just Chen Wang's servant, why did Feng Langjun let me come here?

   As he thought about it, he stepped into the banquet hall.

   I saw that there were not many guests in the banquet hall, but the atmosphere was extremely warm.

  The host Feng Langjun has left the host seat, and is holding a wine bottle, shoulder to shoulder with a masculine and handsome gentleman.

  Seeing Feng Langjun's actions, Cao San knew that he had probably drunk too much.

  Seeing Cao San coming in, Feng Langjun let go of the handsome gentleman, 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 came to the front, a burst of alcohol smelled in his face:

   "Emissary Cao is here? Come, come, I'll buy you a drink."

  Already drunk, Feng Langjun spoke, filled the wine bottle in his hand, and handed it to Cao San.

   When it was handed over, the wine bottle was crooked and shaking, and a lot of wine was spilled.

  Cao San couldn't refuse, so he took it over and said, "Thank you Feng Langjun."

   And gulp it down.

   Who would have thought that the wine smelled extremely mellow, but when it entered his throat, it burned like fire, causing Cao San's eyes to pop out and his mouth to puff up.

   After a while, he let out a long breath and shouted: "What a strong wine!"

  Feng Yong applauded: "Good! Refreshing!"

   Then poured another bottle, and so on.

  After Cao San drank three cups in a row, he felt that his stomach had been burned into a ball by the fire, and it seemed like waves were churning.

  Feng Yong laughed, dropped the wine bottle in his hand, and then pulled him forward:

   "Come, come, let me introduce some relatives and friends to the messenger."

   Cao San breathed a sigh of relief.

  He was afraid that if he took another sip, the contents of his stomach would rush up.

   "This is the governor of Liangzhou governor's office, and also my elder. He has been a famous family in Jingzhou for generations."

   "Liao Hua, Liao Yuanjian, have met Cao Envoy."

  The oldest man in the seat cupped his hands at Cao San.

   "Meet Mr. Liao."

  Cao San returned the courtesy a little dazedly.

   "This is also the Chief History Officer of the Fuzhong, but the Sergeant of Liangzhou, Jiang Wei and Jiang Boyue."

  Cao San looked at it, and couldn't help secretly praising him in his heart: What a handsome gentleman!

   "I have seen the envoy Cao."

  …

   "This is Zhao Guang and Zhao Erlang, the word Yiwen."

  Cao Sansan was taken aback: "It turned out to be the ghost general Zhao Langjun, disrespect and disrespect!"

  Three thousand iron cavalry rushed to one hundred thousand, the name of Zhao Ghost General has reached the Kanto!

  Cao San couldn't help looking at Mr. Zhao Lang, but saw that there were slender scars on his face, but it didn't affect his handsome appearance at all, but added two points of masculinity to him.

   "This is Li Yi, Li Wenxuan..."

  …

   After the introduction, Feng Yong hiccupped and let out a long breath:

   "Today I had a drink with celebrities and heroes. It's a happy thing in life, but I wanted to get drunk, but I didn't enjoy myself to the fullest. Can Envoy Cao know why?"

   "I don't know."

  Although Cao San was already a little drunk, he was still sober, and he was still a little baffled. I don't know why Feng Langjun asked him to come over.

   "It's because of you, Messenger Cao!"

  Feng Yong pointed at Cao San and said loudly, "To be honest, if you only talk about articles, the world's literati and poets are nothing more than mediocre in my eyes."

   "Only Mr. Cao can convince me. I really wanted to befriend Mr. Cao for a long time, but I didn't expect Mr. Cao to know me too!"

   "It's just a pity. After all, Mr. Cao and I have no chance to meet. We are only separated by thousands of miles, and we are just friends! Regret? Regret?"

   Feng Yongyue said, the more excited he was, he threw the flagon in his hand, grabbed Cao San's shoulders, and stared straight at him:

   "It's a pity that I held a banquet for my friends, but there was no Mr. Cao present. Now I have a poem that I want you to take back with Mr. Cao. You must memorize it!"

  Cao San's body shook, and he was a little drunk, and said quickly:

   "I would like to 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 Chen Wang should be close friends who know each other and cherish each other.

  Now they are thousands of miles apart, and they cannot see each other because of their close relationship.

  Thinking of this, Cao San felt a little lamented in his heart.

   "If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never return; if you don't see it, the mirror in the high hall will look like a blue cloud in the morning and snow in the evening..."

   Just the first sentence at the beginning is shocking.

  Not to mention Cao San, even the four people present were shocked in unison!

  Then they stood up at the same time, and fixed their eyes on Feng Yong who was dancing around in the middle of the banquet hall.

  Then Qiqi had the same thought again:

  Such majestic poems and essays can only be done by Feng Hou!

  When they heard "I am born to be talented, I will come back after all my money is gone", everyone clenched their fists, only feeling a thunderstorm in their chests, and they were agitated endlessly.

   "Zhao Erlang, Jiang Boyue, will drink, don't stop drinking. Let's sing a song with Junge, please pour it out for me!"

  When Zhao Guang and Jiang Wei heard this, their faces were already red and bleeding, and their nostrils dilated suddenly.

  Jiang Wei quickly bent down to pick up the wine bottle, pointed at Feng Yong, and drank it all in one gulp.

  Zhao Guang poured a bottle of wine, then held it respectfully to his elder brother with both hands.

   Post it, post it!

  Brother, I don’t know if this article will be passed down through the ages, but it is certain that it will last forever.

   At that time, my name, Zhao Erlang, will also be famous in history with this article.

  The corner of Feng Junhou's mouth twitched when he was in a drunken frenzy, and his eyes were a little complicated.

   Nima's! Let you lean and you will lean? Why are you such a dog?

  I want your name to be handed down to the world, and you let me drink such a strong wine?

  What about human nature?

   It's just that in front of Cao San, Feng Junhou has to do a full set of plays.

   At the moment, he raised his neck so boldly.

   "Colorful!"

   Everyone else cheered loudly.

  …

  When Feng Yongnian said that "Zijian used to have a banquet in the past, he fought wine and had a lot of fun", Cao San only felt a rush of blood rushing to the sky!

  Although King Chen and Lord Feng Lang cannot meet each other, how many people can compare to this kind of friendship?

  This hatred, this regret, is really God's will!

   "Why do I have hatred for my words, and drink to you far away from the end of the world. Five-flowered horses, thousands of gold, Hu'er returns to the east to give fine wine, and sells eternal sorrows with you!"

  After reading, Feng Yong sat down on the ground, laughing wildly.

  Cao San made a "plop", crawled all over his body, choked up and said:

   "The villain begs the prince to write this article in person and let the villain send it to King Chen."

   This is the first time he calls Feng Yong a prince.

  Feng Junhou heard the words, as if someone had suddenly choked his throat.

   At the same time, his complexion became extremely exciting.

  Feng's calligraphy is unique, I'm afraid Mr. Cao won't understand it!

  Cao Sanjiu couldn't get Feng Junhou's response for a long time, so he was about to look up.

   There was only a "plop" and then a loud snoring. It turned out that Feng Junhou fell asleep in court after being drunk.

   Soon, two women came in from the outside and blessed everyone.

  One of them said: "Everyone, the lord is already drunk, Madam ordered the concubine to help the lord go back to rest, everyone, please do your own thing."

   "The second sister-in-law and the third sister-in-law just help the elder brother go back, and leave it to me here."

   Zhao Guang quickly patted his chest and said.

  Cao San heard this voice, but felt very familiar: Isn't this the woman who recited poetry a few days ago?

  He knew it was Marquis Feng's wife and concubine, so he didn't dare to look up at the moment, lest he make mistakes.

  (end of this chapter)