Farmer of Shu Han

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

Then use the massive navy to push the second hot search to the top as quickly as possible.

For some groups in later generations, this kind of operation is almost an instinct.

Even if there is no trending search, one must be forced to 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 assessment is already considered a high-level operation.

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

There is no soul without a large number of hot searches in the navy.

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

The professional way.

There is also a package delivered to the door...

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

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

Inspector Feng chuckled: "Uncle Liao will be here soon, isn't it? It's just the right time to be together."

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

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

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

Although it is a child's voice, and even the articulation is not very clear, but it can hear the charm of Luo Xia's voice.

This surprised Cao Sanji.

What surprised him even more was the poems and essays recited by the children.

This poem is very clear and clear. Cao Sanjiu was by Cao Zhi's side, and he had a bit of literary talent. At this moment, he was stunned when he heard it.

Although it was late spring and early summer at this time, the ground in Liangzhou was cold, and the remaining flowers in the yard had just fallen, and the branches were just green.

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

Poetry is good, meaning meaningful.

This scene happens to be a poem.

Cao San stood in the courtyard in a daze, 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 sounds like a top-notch essay, Chen Wang often commented on poems, but he never heard him mention it, could it be Feng Langjun's new work?

Although he thought it was impolite to eavesdrop, Cao San couldn't help but walk to the wall and listen 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."

"Smell...smell..."

Feng Langjun sighed: "What do you hear?"

"mosquito!"

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

Although he couldn't see Feng Langjun's 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 ancient stories, so I just went to find my aunt... um..."

"Grandma, let's stop reciting, okay?"

Feng Langjun begged for mercy angrily.

Cao San, who was eavesdropping on the bottom of 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?

Fearing that 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 this is not the most important thing at this time.

He hurriedly called his servants to fetch pen and ink.

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

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

Unexpectedly, in Feng Langjun's mansion, he could use it at will.

Cao San sighed for a moment, then took up a pen and wrote: "Chun Mian doesn't feel 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 sentence that the girl had when she was arguing with Feng Langjun.

"Smelling...mosquitoes everywhere?"

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

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

After the death of Emperor Wu, King Chen's ambitions were not rewarded. Over the years, he could only devote himself to the study of classics, accompanied by 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 definitely 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, and Feng Langjun would let her memorize it again today.

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

"The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and 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 is written and described is exactly the scenery in early summer.

Even better than yesterday's song.

Cao San subconsciously wanted to "Hey", but no one knew that someone 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, Shuangshuang was playful and was playing with 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 that the two women next door said a few words, and then their voices lowered, as if they were whispering a poem. Cao San listened for a long time, but couldn't hear clearly.

This made his heart feel like dozens of claws were scratching.

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

Just like yesterday, he only read it once, and 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 poetry reciting next door.

There were only two children 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 came to Hanzhong, many children in Hanzhong read this article.

So he knew that this was 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 could move around 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 that Feng Junhou happened to be out of the city to meet the guests, and he was not in the mansion.

Cao San couldn't help feeling 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 befriend 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.

It's just that 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.

It was almost time for 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.

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 seemed that Feng Langjun was entertaining someone.

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

"Please report to the 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 has invited Cao's envoy."

Cao San became more and more puzzled.

The person who can make Feng Langjun entertain until 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 come in, Feng Langjun let go of the handsome man, holding the wine bottle in one hand and the wine jug 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."

Feng Langjun, who was already drunk, filled the wine bottle in his hand and handed it to Cao San while talking.

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."

Then gulp it down.

Unexpectedly, the wine smelled very fragrant and mellow, but when it entered the throat, it was like fire, making Cao San's eyes pop out and his mouth puff up.

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

Feng Yong cheered: "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, threw 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 another sip, the contents of his stomach would rush up.

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

"Liao Hua, Liao Yuanjian, have seen the envoy Cao."

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

"Meet Mr. Liao."

Cao San returned the courtesy somewhat dazedly.

"This is also the chief history of the mansion, but the Liangzhou sergeant, Jiang Wei and Jiang Boyue."

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

"Meet the envoy Cao."

...

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

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

With three thousand cavalry charging one hundred thousand, the name of Zhao Ghost General has already reached the east of the Guandong!

Cao San couldn't help looking at Mr. Zhao, 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 it to the fullest. Does Messenger 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 tell the truth, 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 each other. 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 jug in his hand, grabbed Cao San's shoulders, and stared straight at him:

"I held a banquet for my friends, but there was no Mr. Cao present. It is really a pity. 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:

"Follow Feng Langjun's orders!"

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 we are separated by thousands of miles, and we cannot see each other because of our spiritual friendship.

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

"If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning; if you don't see it, the mirror in the high hall is sad and white-haired, 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 are really only Feng Hou can do!

When they heard "I am born to be talented, I will come back after all my money is gone", everyone clenched their fists and felt a thunderstorm in their chests, stirring them 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.

It's done!

I don't know if this article, brother, has been passed down through the ages, but it is certain that it will be famous forever.

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

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

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

I let you pass down your name, 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.

Immediately, he raised his neck boldly.

"color!"

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 felt a rush of blood rushing to the top of 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 tricking people!

"Why do I have hatred for my words, and I am far away from the end of the world to drink with you. Five-flowered horses, thousands of gold fur, Hu'er returns to the east to present fine wine, and sell 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 personally, and let the villain send it to King Chen."

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

When Feng Junhou heard this, it was as if someone had suddenly grabbed his throat.

At the same time, his complexion became extremely wonderful.

Feng's calligraphy is unique, I'm afraid Mr. Cao won't 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", 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 prince is already drunk, Madam ordered the concubine to help the prince 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.

When Cao San heard this voice, he 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 raise his head at the moment, lest he make mistakes.