Li Mu and Amei helped Feng Jishi out of the front yard, and Feng Jishi could stand firm on the spot and walk on his own.
Even after taking a long breath, he was still in a mood to curse:
"Zhao Erlang is not a son of man!"
Hearing this, Amei just pursed her lips and smiled.
But Li Mu Nai is a daughter from a noble family. She has been able to read and write since she was a child, and her literary quality is not low. At this time, her eyes are shining:
"What A Lang was reading in the hall just now, not to mention Second Uncle Zhao, even my concubine was very excited after hearing it."
"Really?" Thinking of his performance in the front yard just now, Governor Feng couldn't help but praise his acting skills.
There are no rehearsals for the performances in the past few days. The main thing is to perform on the spot.
The main reason is that Zhao Erlang was so into the drama that he poured a large bottle of strong liquor for his brother.
No wink at all!
"Don't you see everyone in the hall? Who is not attracted by Alang's literary talent?"
Li Mu held Feng Jishi's arm tightly, and his voice was so soft that it almost made him cry:
"After Mrs. Zhang listened outside, she almost couldn't help but rush in. Now she is one step ahead of me and ran to tell the queen!"
Governor Feng laughed and was very proud.
Then he hugged a concubine with one hand and said with a smile:
"My body smells like alcohol. Please help me take a bath."
In the backyard, Guan Ji and Zhang Xingyi waited for a long time before they heard the man's voice from the door:
"It's so late, why aren't you sleeping yet?"
Governor Feng walked in without tying up his hair and wearing a robe.
I saw Guan Ji with a big belly and didn't even get on the bed. She was sitting at the table with Zhang Xingyi, talking and laughing.
As I got closer, I saw papers spread on the desk.
"What is this writing about?"
"I am waiting for Feng Junhou, who is 'born with talents'."
Guan Ji seemed to be in a very good mood and she actually answered the question jokingly.
Feng Yong walked up to him, looked down, and saw that what was written on the paper on the table was exactly what he had read in the front yard.
He couldn't help being surprised and looked at Zhang Xingyi:
"How can Si Niang have such thoughts? Can you memorize it after just listening to it once?"
Zhang Xingyi raised his head proudly and glanced at Feng Dachao with disdain.
However, Guan Ji smiled and explained:
"I knew you were going to read a poem a few days ago, but you didn't want to tell us in advance. Si Niang had someone prepare pen and ink outside, and she wrote it down while you were reading."
As she spoke, she looked down at the table again, held the paper in both hands, and exclaimed:
"No wonder Alang didn't want to say it in advance! I think this is the only one who can compare with this kind of fine article."
"If I had said it in advance, how could I surprise everyone in the hall? Come back after all the money has been spent, that's a good sentence! Only Alang has the confidence to say such a sentence."
Feng Yong saw that there were a lot of papers on the table, all with scrawled and messy charcoal handwriting. He thought they were Zhang Xingyi's shorthand written by someone outside the banquet hall.
On the contrary, the paper Guan Ji held in her hand had iron calligraphy and silver hooks on it, which seemed to be sharp yet bold.
You can tell at first glance that it is the work of Tiger Girl.
"Good calligraphy!" Governor Feng took the paper from Guan Ji, "The word Xijun echoes this article."
"When I first heard the poem that Alang was reading in the front yard, my heart was so excited that I couldn't help but write it down."
Guan Ji leaned over and chuckled, "After I finished writing, I realized that what I wrote tonight was much better than before!"
"This is probably about recognizing people by their calligraphy." Although Feng Jishi's calligraphy is original, his appreciation level is still high.
He looked at it for a while and then said with satisfaction, "Last time, Cao San asked me to write this poem to Cao Zhi personally. It just so happened that Mr. Xi saved me a lot of trouble."
These words made Guan Ji burst into laughter.
Zhang Xingyi said angrily from the side:
"Brother-in-law, we must speak with conscience! Fortunately, I thought you were drunk in the front yard, so I came back quickly and asked my sister to copy a copy of this poem..."
Well, is it true that the couple is connected?
Governor Feng coughed, his expression unchanged.
Anyway, being embarrassed in front of your own woman is not considered embarrassing.
It's just that Zhang Xiaosi didn't get timely feedback from Feng Jishishi for her contribution, which made her even more dissatisfied.
So she asked maliciously:
"This poem doesn't have a title yet. How about you, brother-in-law, write it yourself?"
Governor Feng sneered: "Don't make trouble, even a man can't write the handwriting of Xijun. I feel ashamed of myself. How can I add something to the problem?"
The eldest lady was much more considerate and changed the subject and asked:
"Speaking of this, Alang hasn't said what the name of this article is yet?"
"Wine is coming, Yuefu poem."
"Are they Yuefu poems again? Alang seems to like writing Yuefu poems very much?"
Guan Ji took the paper from Feng Yong's hand and wrote the words "Jian Jin Jiu" on it.
"The Yuefu poems that are most widely circulated in the Han Dynasty are not Yuefu poems?" Feng Yong smiled slightly, "Besides, if you don't write Yuefu poems, how can you listen to Xijun's singing?"
Back then, General Guan Da sang a song, which amazed Governor Feng.
Guan Ji probably remembered what happened back then, and smiled tenderly, but she couldn't express much in front of Zhang Xingyi.
So he asked another question: "What is the allusion to this five-flowered horse?"
"The horse's mane is trimmed into petals for decoration. If it is divided into three petals, it is called a three-flowered horse. If it is divided into five petals, it is called a five-flowered horse."
After hearing Feng Yong's explanation, Guan Ji nodded and didn't ask any more questions. She just assumed it was the custom:
"So there is such a thing, but I am ignorant and ignorant."
But it was in line with her understanding when she first heard about Wuhua Ma.
After all, it can be compared with Qianjinqiu, so it must be a precious horse.
"It's just a habit among my masters. It's normal that Mr. Xi has never heard of it."
Speaking of this, Feng Yong turned to Zhang Xingyi and said:
"Since the poem mentions the five-flowered horse, tomorrow someone will pick out a fine horse and have its mane trimmed into five-flowered horses."
"At the same time, let Mu Niang pick out some fine clothes. Oh, and prepare the fine wine as well."
"When Cao San bids farewell, let him take these things back and say they are my gifts to Cao Zhi."
"Sister, please remember to do this with your own hands and don't make any mistakes."
Zhang Xingyi nodded in agreement.
"Alang is very fond of Cao Zhi."
"You can't do it if you don't care. If Cao Cao was excellent in both civil and military affairs back then, then Cao Pi's writing can be considered impressive. Today, Cao Rui's military strategy is poor and his literary talent is insufficient."
If it were changed to the original history, Cao Rui would be considered a half-generation hero.
It's a pity that now I have encountered someone cheating.
Because of the disastrous external defeats in successive years, the prestige established by the victory over Wu in the first year has long been lost.
After so many years on the throne, Cao Rui can't even consolidate his foundation, let alone control the overall situation like in the original history.
This is very fatal for an emperor.
According to the spies, Sima Yi, who is now the governor of Guanzhong, has great power.
He can independently appoint the middle-level generals of the Guanzhong armies, and even has the power to execute low-level generals.
Plus farmland and a special trading market.
Money, food, military power and political power were all combined into one.
Not to mention what Sima Yi was thinking, but it can be seen from this that Cao Rui's control over Wei today is much worse than in the original history.
"Nowadays, there are very few people in Wei who can be praised as Taoists. In terms of military strategy, they are not as good as Sima Yi. Maybe Man Chong can be regarded as one?"
"The Han Dynasty is full of military virtue, so what should we fear? On the contrary, in terms of literary talent, Cao Zhi alone can dominate the world."
When it comes to military strategy, it’s not that Feng Yong looks down on other people in Wei, but...
With no worries about the rear, Old Demon Zhuge has no fear of Old Thief Sima.
No matter how hard the tortoise shell is, how hard can it be made in Hanyang?
Anyway, Governor Feng didn’t believe it.
It can be said that during this period, the Han and Wei states were in reverse order from their original history.
At this time, Wei's talents were declining and in a period of decline.
However, because of someone's cheating, the Han Dynasty's talents emerged in advance, and its national power was on the rise.
The only thing missing is soft power.
Although those who will influence the cultural direction of the Wei and Jin Dynasties in the future, because of the turmoil of the Flashy Case, they can only live quietly with their tail between their legs.
But the "Three Cao Cao of Jian'an" is a mountain that can never be bypassed in the history of Chinese literature.
Even if there is only one Cao Zhi left among the three Cao Cao, it is enough to make the world's literati look up to him.
"Where destiny lies, where people's hearts aspire", although it is invisible and intangible, it is very metaphysical.
But you can't ignore it.
After all, in this era, even celestial phenomena must be used to prove who is the orthodox person in the world.
There is no way, everyone believes this.
"Alang is too self-effacing. In the past, it could be said that Cao Zhi alone dominates the world, but doesn't the big man also have Alang now?"
Governor Feng laughed dryly:
"After all, Cao Zhi is a senior. In battle, victory or defeat can determine the outcome, but when it comes to matters in the literary world, as a junior, it is better for him to lower his attitude."
No matter how much he was praised, Governor Feng still kept one thing in mind: he was a cheater and did not rely on his true strength.
While Governor Feng was plotting with his wife and concubines in the backyard, Cao San was already drunk and staggering in the front yard.
He had never drunk such a strong drink, and just the first three bottles made him a little unbearable.
In addition, after Feng Yong left, Zhao Guang volunteered to take over the banquet, and poor Cao San was in bad luck.
Anyway, when he woke up, it was already dawn the next day.
The hangover gave Cao San a splitting headache.
After eating the food brought by the servants and the hot soup, Cao San felt better.
He was holding his head and groaning, but the things Feng Langjun sent over quickly made him forget about his discomfort.
"Is this the article last night written by Feng Langjun himself?"
Cao San carefully spread the framed paper on the table. As soon as it caught his eye, he couldn't help but cheer:
"Good words!"
The words really match the person!
Looking at this bold yet powerful font, it is indeed written by Feng Langjun, who is good at writing heroic prose.
"Jianjinjiu? So this article is called Jiangjinjiu?"
Cao San murmured to himself, admiring it for a long time, and then put it away carefully.
"I just asked Feng Langjun for his personal letter at the banquet last night, and today I can get his authentic signature. Feng Langjun really values Prince Chen very much."
Thinking of this, Cao San couldn't help but sigh again, God's will plays tricks on people.
The trip was complete, and Cao San was eager to go back and report to King Chen, so he quickly bid farewell.
Feng Yong did not persuade him to stay. After all, Han and Wei were enemies. The longer some things were delayed, the easier it would be for something to happen.
"This horse is called Wuhua Horse, and it is the mount of the prince. The prince said that the poem was given to Mr. Cao, and the horse was also given to Mr. Cao."
Zhang Yuan handed the reins to Cao San and said solemnly.
Cao San is not Cao Zhi, so he is not qualified to let Feng Yong see him off in person.
However, Zhang Yuan, as the best student around Feng Governor, was sent to see Cao San off.
Cao San looked at the tall horse in front of him. Even though he had followed Cao Zhi since he was a child and had seen rare things for a long time, he had to sigh in admiration:
"This horse is so handsome!"
But I saw that the horse's body was shiny with oil, its nostrils were huge, its four hooves were like bowls, and its back and waist were wide and straight.
The most eye-catching thing is that the horse's mane has been carefully trimmed and decorated with ornaments, adding a bit of nobility to his life.
Zhang Yuan nodded:
"Messenger Cao is really discerning. This horse is a Pegasus from the Western Regions. Later, someone specially transferred it from the Western Regions to Liangzhou and finally gave it to the king."
"The king liked this horse very much, so he asked him to
He said, clapped his hands again, and saw several servants coming up with things.
"These items are solid-color fur coats and the latest model of velvet coats from Nanxiang. They are hard to come by, not to say a fortune, but even ten thousand gold."
"As for these fine wines, including peach wine from the Western Regions, honey wine from the South, and strong wines, they are all treasured by the princes. Please ask Cao's envoy to bring them back to Mr. Cao."
When Cao San heard this, he straightened his face and clothes, then bowed deeply to Wuwei City and said loudly:
"The third generation of King Chen of Cao thanked Feng Langjun for the gift!"
King Chen has been frustrated and frustrated over the years. Now that he can gain Feng Langjun's friendship, it is not in vain that King Chen is willing to accept the suspicion of the court and exchange letters with the Han people.
In May, the ground in Longyou is already green.
I was full of anxiety when I arrived and had no intention of looking at the scenery.
When he returned, he had gained a lot. When Cao San came to Jicheng again, he was finally in the mood to take a look at this important town in Longyou.
Over the years, because the materials shipped from Hanzhong have to be transferred through Jicheng, Jicheng has become increasingly prosperous.
All kinds of restaurants and guesthouses have sprung up one after another.
Even a new entertainment introduced from Nanxiang has affected Jicheng.
That's the storyteller.
Yongliang has produced heroes since ancient times.
The chivalrous novels represented by him are not only very consistent with the Yongliang culture, but are also loved by the majority of Yongliang people because they are easy to understand.
Most of the caravans coming and going were laborers, and Cangtou Qianshou didn't have much money to go to high-end places.
But they are the ones with the largest audience.
If there is demand, there will naturally be a market.
So some storytellers would sometimes go to the Datongpu guest house where the caravans slept to tell stories.
What is even more unscrupulous is to find an open place to speak in the open air.
Anyway, to do this, you just need to have a mouth.
Over time, some places became fixed places for storytelling.
Once there is a market, there will naturally be consumption, and some green-skinned secret advocates will follow suit.
In order to facilitate work, these fixed places began to be surrounded by railings and covered with sheds to protect them from wind and rain.
At this time, the railings are often called hook rails.
Places like this have long existed in Nanxiang.
However, places like this in Nanxiang are very formal, and the government has a special Cao Office to manage them.
Because when they gather together, they look like tiles closing together, and when they disperse, they look like they disintegrate. It is easy to gather and disperse, so it is called the place where tiles hang out.
It is a place where people from the middle and lower classes come and go for entertainment.
The Jicheng side also followed the Nanxiang side and gradually started shouting.
When Cao San was in Hanzhong, he had heard all kinds of rumors about Feng Langjun's rule in Nanxiang. He just came in a hurry and wanted to go to Liangzhou to meet Feng Langjun.
Now that things have happened, I heard that Jicheng also had such strange places, so I became curious and wanted to go and have a look.
Unexpectedly, after visiting in person, I found that this place is very vulgar, and all the people coming and going are rough-dressed and gray-haired.
He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed at the moment. Just hearing the story told him that it was so novel that he lingered for a while and couldn't bear to leave immediately.
There was a woman's voice coming from the next door again, eh eh eh ya ya yaa, yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, the tune is like singing but not singing, it's like singing with a pinched throat, it's a folk tune.
The words "Brother Jing" and "Rong'er" make people confused.
Cao San followed the sound and turned around, only to see a woman in the area enclosed by the hook fence, her face smeared with inferior makeup, like a ghost painting, and she was singing something with her mouth open.
There was a man next to him. He was extremely short and thick-set, with a simple and honest face. His smile showed black and yellow buck teeth, and he looked like he was digging food from the ground.
There was also a knife on his waist, and he kept circling around the woman.
From time to time, he would also say a few words to the woman.
This caused the man below to breathe quickly and cheer, and his neck became thick and red.