If you want to make a hot search go down, the best way is to create another even bigger hot search.
Then use a massive amount of trolls to top up the second hot search as quickly as possible.
For some groups in later generations, this kind of operation has become almost instinctive.
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 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 just 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 package delivered to your door...
So Governor Feng decided: "I will hold a banquet in a few days to cleanse Wenxuan."
General Guan asked strangely: "Why choose a few days later?"
Governor Feng chuckled: "Isn't Uncle Liao arriving soon? We'll be together at that time."
These few days are just a good time for Cao San to feel the profound literary atmosphere in Feng Prefect's house.
For example, when Cao Sanda woke up in the morning, he heard a milky voice reciting a poem from next door:
"You don't wake up when you sleep in spring. You can hear the singing of birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you can tell how many flowers have fallen."
Although it is a child's voice, and even the enunciation is not very clear, you can still hear a bit of the charm of Luoxiayin.
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 close 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 tree 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 just right for the poem.
Cao San stood dumbly in the courtyard, feeling a faint sense of melancholy 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 own brother?"
Cao San was shocked 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 fine 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 recited 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 expression, 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 anything 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 committed countless massacres. Who would have thought that there was such a side to him?
Afraid that he might burst out laughing, he quickly covered his mouth with his hands and tiptoed away.
After returning to the house, doubts arose in my heart: What does this little aunt mean?
But the most important thing at this time is not this.
He called his servants and fetched pen and ink.
A pen is a good pen, and paper is even better.
Such fine paper, in the Central Plains, only the top wealthy families are eligible to use it.
I didn't expect that I could use it at will in Feng Langjun's house.
Cao San sighed for a moment, then took up his pen and wrote: "Spring sleeps 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 at this moment, all he could think about were the sentences the girl said when she was arguing with Feng Langjun.
"Smell...mosquitoes everywhere?"
He was so angry that he threw the pen away!
The naughty boy mistook me!
Such a good poem, but he did not remember it. Cao San felt extremely regretful, and at the same time, he seemed to be scratching his head with countless claws.
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 Feng Langjun's new work, when he returns, he will have to find a way to ask Feng Langjun for the complete poem. King Chen will definitely be happy by then.
The next day, Cao San got up early and started walking in the courtyard, paying attention to the sounds next door.
He originally thought that if the girl didn't carry it well yesterday, Feng Langjun would let her carry her 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 a dragonfly has already stood on it."
What I wrote is exactly the scenery in early summer.
It's 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 Ah Lang 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's literary talent is so terrifying?
His son is smart, and his wives and concubines are also good at memorizing poetry...
This, this is really... no wonder King Chen befriended him.
However, 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, it is even harder to remember than yesterday's poem.
But just like yesterday, he only recited it once. Even if he wanted to memorize 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.
Only two children were there chanting "The sky and the earth are dark and yellow, the universe is primitive..."
Of course the article was 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.
A few days passed like this, and if it weren't for the fact that servants would bring food on time every day.
At the same time, Feng Langjun's order was also passed on, saying that he could move around Wuwei City freely. Cao San thought he had been forgotten.
He couldn't hold it any longer, so he asked a servant to convey his request to see Feng Langjun.
After waiting for a long time, the servant came back to report that Feng Junhou was not in the city now.
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 was reluctant to respond, Cao San felt that this person was too arrogant.
He decided to ask for a meeting again tomorrow. If there was no response, he would say goodbye directly.
But what he never expected was that when the night was getting dark, a servant suddenly came to report:
"Mr. Cao Lang, you are here to 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.
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 bamboo.
It seemed that Feng Langjun was entertaining someone.
The waiter led Cao San to the door and said to the guards guarding outside:
"Please report to your Majesty that envoy Cao has arrived."
A guard nodded, turned around and went in to report.
After a while, the guard came out again and said to Cao San:
"The prince has invited Cao's envoy."
Cao San became more and more confused.
The person who allowed Feng Langjun to entertain him until late at night must be an important person.
And he was just a servant of King Chen, so 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 the host's seat and is holding a wine bottle with a masculine and handsome gentleman.
Seeing Feng Langjun's behavior, Cao San knew that he was most likely drunk.
Seeing Cao San come in, Feng Langjun let go of the handsome man, holding the wine bottle in one hand and taking the wine flask on the table in front of him with the other, and walked over with a somewhat floating pace.
Before anyone arrived, the smell of alcohol hit my face:
"Messenger Cao is here? Come, come, I'll buy you 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.
Cao San couldn't refuse, so he took it and said, "Thank you Feng Langjun."
Then drink it all in one gulp.
Unexpectedly, the wine smelled extremely 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 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 as if his stomach had been 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 Liangzhou Governor's Office. He is also my elder. He has been a famous family in Jingzhou for generations."
"Liao Hua and Liao Yuanjian met the envoy Cao."
The eldest man in the hall bowed his hands to Cao San.
"I've 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've met Messenger Cao."
…
"This is Zhao Guang and Zhao Erlang, whose courtesy name is Yiwen."
"It turns out to be the ghost general Zhao Langjun, disrespectful and disrespectful!"
Cao San was shocked and saluted quickly.
Three thousand cavalry against one hundred thousand, the name of Zhao Guijiang has reached Guandong!
Cao San couldn't help but take a closer 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 instead added two points of masculinity to him.
"This is Li Yi and Li Wenxuan..."
…
After the introduction, Feng Yong let out a wine burp and then took a long breath:
"Today I have a drink with celebrities and heroes. It is a joyful event 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 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 just mediocre."
"Only Mr. Cao can convince me. I have 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 that Mr. Cao and I never had the opportunity to meet each other. We only had a close friendship thousands of miles apart! Hateful? Regretful?"
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 friends, but Mr. Cao was not present. It is a real regret in my heart. Now I have a poem for you to take back to Mr. Cao. You must remember it!"
Cao San's body was shaken, and he woke up a little from the drunkenness, and said quickly:
"I will obey Feng Langjun's order!"
At the same time, I secretly lamented in my heart that if it hadn't been for the chaos in the world, Feng Langjun and Prince Chen would have been sworn friends who knew and cherished each other.
Nowadays, 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 have sad white hair, and it will look like blue silk in the morning and turn into snow in the evening..."
Just the first sentence at the beginning is shocking.
Not to mention Yi 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 again:
As expected, only Marquis Feng can produce such majestic poetry!
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 a thunderous thunder in their chests.
"Zhao Erlang and Jiang Boyue are about to drink. Don't stop drinking. Let's sing Junge. Please listen to me!"
When Zhao Guang and Jiang Wei heard this, their faces were red and bleeding, and their nostrils suddenly widened.
Jiang Wei quickly bent down to pick up the wine bottle, pointed it at Feng Yong, and drank it all in one gulp.
Zhao Guangze picked up a bottle of wine with a poop and handed it to his brother with both hands.
It’s been made!
Brother, I don’t know if this article will be passed down through the ages, but it is certain that it will be remembered for generations.
When the time comes, my name, Zhao Erlang, will also be remembered in history along with this article.
Feng Junhou twitched the corner of his mouth and glanced at Zhao Ergou with a complicated expression.
Damn it!
I want your name to be passed down to the world, but you want me to drink such a strong drink?
What about human nature?
But in front of Cao San, Feng Junhou could only act completely.
At that moment, he raised his neck with great boldness.
"color!"
Everyone else cheered loudly.
…
When he heard Feng Yong read, "In the old days, King Chen had a feast of banquets and had thousands of wine fights and banter." Cao San felt a rush of blood rushing to 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 the will of God!
"Why should I express my hatred for you? I will treat you thousands of miles away. With my five-flowered horse and my golden coat, I will call you back east to give you fine wine. I will sell you all the sorrows of the ages with you!"
After reading it, Feng Yong sat down on the ground and laughed wildly.
Cao San followed and crawled down, choking and saying:
"I sincerely request you, Lord, to write this letter personally and send it to King Chen."
This is the first time he calls Feng Yongjunhou.
When Feng Junhou heard this, he felt as if someone had suddenly grabbed his throat.
At the same time, his expression became extremely wonderful.
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 "thump" sound, and then loud snoring. It turned out that Feng Junhou fell asleep in the court after being drunk.
Soon, two women walked 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.
When Cao San heard this voice, he felt that it was very familiar: Isn't this the woman who read the poem 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.