Li Mu and Amei helped Feng Tingshi out of the front yard, and Feng Jianshi was able to stand firm and walk by himself on the spot.

Even after exhaling a long breath, he was in the mood to curse:

"Zhao Erlang is not a son of man!"

Hearing this, Ah Mei just pursed her lips and smiled.

But Li Mu is a daughter from a family, she has been literate and hyphenated since she was a child, and her literary literacy is not low, and her eyes are shining at this time:

"Ah Lang just read it in the hall, not to mention Second Uncle Zhao, even the concubine was in a mood when he heard it."

"Really?" Thinking of his performance in the front yard just now, Feng Tingshi couldn't help but praise his acting skills.

In the past few days, there has been no rehearsal, and the main thing is to play on the spot.

The main thing is that Zhao Erlang's batch is too deep in the play, and he directly poured a large bottle of spirits for his brother.

No eyes!

"Don't see everyone in the hall? Who isn't fascinated by Alang's literary talents? ”

Li Mu clinged to Feng Tingshi's arm tightly, and his voice was so soft that he was about to wring out the water:

"After listening to Mrs. Zhang outside, she almost couldn't help but rush in, and now she is one step ahead of me and runs to tell the female monarch!"

Feng Tingshi laughed, full of pride.

Then he put his arm around a concubine and said with a smile:

"It's full of alcohol, and I'm going to take a shower."

In the backyard, Guan Ji and Zhang Xingyi waited for a long time before they heard their man's voice at the door:

"It's so late, why hasn't Xijun slept yet?"

Feng Tingshi walked in without tying his hair, wearing a robe.

saw Guan Ji with a big belly, not even on the couch, and was sitting at the table with Zhang Xingyi.

When I got closer, I saw a paper on the desk.

"What is this being written about?"

"I'm waiting for Feng Junhou, who is 'born with a handsome talent'."

Guan Ji seemed to be in a very good mood, and even jokingly answered.

Feng Yong walked up to him and looked down, but saw that what was written on the paper on the table was the "Will Enter the Wine" he read in the front yard.

He couldn't help but be taken aback and looked at Zhang Xingyi:

"Siniang has such a mind? Can you memorize it after listening to it once? ”

Zhang Xingyi raised his head proudly and glanced at Feng Da Gong with disdain.

But Guan Ji explained with a smile:

"I knew a few days ago that you were going to recite poetry, but you refused to tell us in advance. Siniang had already asked people to prepare pen and ink outside, and they wrote it down when you read it. ”

As she spoke, she looked down at the table again, held the paper in both hands, and exclaimed:

"No wonder Ah Lang is reluctant to say it in advance! This kind of good text, the concubine can only compare with "Shu Dao Difficult" and "Sleepwalking in the Sky and Leaving Farewell". ”

"If you say it in advance, how can you surprise everyone in the hall? The daughter is scattered and comes back, good sentence! Such sentences, only Ah Lang has the confidence to say. ”

Feng Yong saw that there were still a lot of papers on the table, all of which were scribbled and messy charcoal fonts, thinking that Zhang Xingyi had made people take shorthand outside the banquet hall.

However, the paper in Guan Ji's hand, the font on it is iron and silver hooks, revealing a sharp and bold appearance.

At first glance, you can tell that it is the work of the tiger girl.

"Good word!" Feng Tingshi took the paper from Guan Ji's hand, "The word fine jun echoes this article. ”

"When the concubine first heard the poem that Ah Lang read in the front yard, her heart was also stirred, so she couldn't help but write it down."

Guan Ji leaned over and chuckled, "After I finished writing, I realized that the book I wrote tonight was much better than before!" ”

"This is probably reading people from words." Although Feng Jianshi's calligraphy is original, there is still a level of appreciation.

He looked at it for a while, and then said with satisfaction, "The previous time Cao San asked me to write this poem to Cao Zhi, it just so happened that Xijun saved me a lot of things." ”

This made Guan Ji laugh.

Zhang Xingyi said angrily on the side:

"Brother-in-law, let's speak with our conscience! I saw that you were drunk in the front yard, so I hurried back and asked my sister to copy a copy of the poem......"

Well, is it really a husband and wife?

Feng Tingshi coughed, and his face did not change.

Anyway, it's not a shame to be embarrassed in front of your own woman.

It's just that Zhang Xiaosi's contribution didn't get timely feedback from Feng Tingshi, which made her even more dissatisfied.

So she asked with malice:

"This poem doesn't have a poem name yet, or brother-in-law, you will write one yourself?"

Feng Tingshi sneered: "Don't make trouble, even if it's a man, it's difficult to write the handwriting of Xijun, I'm ashamed of myself, how can I draw a snake?" ”

The eldest woman was much more intimate, and changed the topic and asked:

"Speaking of which, Ah Lang hasn't said what the name of this article is?"

"Will enter the wine, Yuefu poem."

"It's a Yuefu poem again? Ah Lang seems to like to write Yuefu poems? ”

Guan Ji took the paper from Feng Yong's hand, picked up the pen and wrote the words "will enter the wine" on it.

"The most widely circulated in the Han Dynasty is not the Yuefu poem?" Feng Yong smiled slightly, "Besides, if you don't write Yuefu poems, how can you listen to the singing of the fine monarch?" ”

Back then, General Guan Da sang a song "Shu Dao Difficult", which made Feng Tingshi feel amazing.

Guan Ji probably also remembered what happened back then, and smiled softly at the moment, but in front of Zhang Xingyi, she didn't say much.

So he asked another question: "What is the allusion to this five-flowered horse?" ”

"The mane of the horse is trimmed into petals for decoration, and those who are divided into three petals are three-flowered horses, and those who are divided into five petals are called five-flowered horses."

Guan Ji listened to Feng Yong's explanation, nodded, and didn't ask too much, just regarded it as a custom:

"It turns out that there is still this saying, but the concubine is lonely and unheard."

However, it is also in line with her understanding when she first heard about the five-flowered horse.

After all, it can be compared with the daughter Qiu, and it must be a precious horse.

"It's just a habit in my sect, and it's normal that you haven't heard of it."

Speaking of this, Feng Yong turned to Zhang Xingyi and said:

"Since the five-flowered horse is mentioned in the poem, tomorrow I will let people pick out a good horse and cut the horsehair into a five-flowered horse."

"At the same time, let Mu Niang pick out a few fine clothes, oh, and the wine must also be prepared."

"Just wait for Cao San to resign, let him bring these things back, and say that it is my gift to Cao Zhi."

"In this matter, Siniang remembers to do it herself, don't make a mistake."

Zhang Xingyi nodded in response.

"Ah Lang is interested in that Cao Zhi."

"If you don't pay attention, you can't do it. If it is said that Cao Cao was outstanding in both civil and military affairs back then, then Cao Pi's writing is also considerable. Today, when I arrived in Cao Rong, the martial arts were not good and the literary talent was insufficient. ”

If it is changed to the original history, Cao Ei can also be regarded as a half-generation hero.

It's a pity that now I have met the open hanging.

Because of successive foreign defeats, the prestige established by the victory over Wu in the first year has long been lost.

After ascending the throne for so many years, Cao Rong has now managed to 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 in the capital governor, has great power.

They can appoint middle-level generals of the Guanzhong armies on their own, and even have the right to execute low-level generals and colonels.

In addition, Tuntian and the special Yi City.

Money, food, military power, and power are all in one.

Not to mention what Sima Yi thinks in his heart, but it can be seen from here that Cao Rong's control over Wei is much worse than the original history.

"Now there are few people in Wei who can be praised, Liao Liao. Wu Luo is no more than Sima Yi, maybe he is also a full favorite? ”

"The great Han is full of martial virtues, what is there to fear? On the contrary, in terms of literary style, Cao Zhi alone can suppress the world. ”

When it comes to martial arts, it's not that Feng Yong looks down on the rest of the Wei State, but ......

Zhuge Old Demon, who has no worries in the rear, is not afraid of Sima Lao Thief at all.

No matter how hard the turtle shell is, is there Hanyang to make it hard?

Anyway, Feng Tingshi didn't believe it.

It can be said that during this period, the Han and Wei states were reversed from the original history.

At this time, the talents of the Wei State were constantly withering and were in a period of decline.

However, because of someone's opening, talents emerged in advance, and the national strength was on the rise.

The only thing missing is soft power.

Although those who will affect the cultural direction of the Wei and Jin dynasties in the future, because of the turmoil of the flashy case, they can only be silently holding their tails between them.

However, "Jian'an Sancao" is a mountain that can never be bypassed in the history of Chinese literature.

Even if there is only one Cao Zhi left in the three Cao now, it is enough for the people of the world to look up.

"Where the destiny of heaven is, what the hearts of the people want" is such a thing, although it cannot be seen or touched, it is very metaphysical.

But you can't ignore it.

After all, in this era, even celestial phenomena have to be used to prove who is the orthodoxy of the world.

No way, everyone believes this.

"Ah Lang is too humble, in the past, it could be said that Cao Zhi alone dominated the world, but doesn't the Han also have Ah Lang now?"

Feng Tingshi laughed dryly:

"Cao Zhi is a senior after all, and he can speak by victory or defeat in the battle battle, but in the literary world, as a junior, it is better to lower his attitude."

No matter how much he was blown to the sky, Feng Tingshi still kept one thing in mind: he was an open-minded person and did not rely on real strength.

When Feng Tingshi was calculating with his wife and concubine in the backyard, Cao San in the front yard was already drunk and staggered.

He had never drunk such a strong wine, and the first three bottles alone made him a little unbearable.

In addition, after Feng Yong left, Zhao Guang volunteered to take over the banquet, and poor Cao San was considered to be unlucky.

Anyway, when he woke up, it was already the next day's dawn.

The hangover made Cao San feel like he had a splitting headache.

After eating the food sent by the next person, and the hot soup in the lower abdomen, Cao San felt better.

He was holding his head and moaning, but what Feng Langjun sent over quickly made him forget about his discomfort.

"This is last night's article written by Feng Langjun himself?"

Cao San carefully spread the framed paper on the table, and as soon as he saw it, he couldn't help but applaud:

"Good word!"

It's really like a person!

Looking at this bold and strong font, it is really worthy of being written by Feng Langjun, who is good at writing eloquent writing.

"Will you go in? It turns out that this article is called will enter the wine? ”

Cao San muttered to himself, admired it for a long time, and then put it away preciously.

"I only asked Feng Langjun for a letter at the banquet last night, and I can get the authentic work today, Feng Langjun really attaches great importance to King Chen."

Thinking of this, Cao San couldn't help but sigh again, providence makes people.

The trip was a success, and Cao San was like an arrow and wanted to go back to report to King Chen, so he quickly submitted his resignation.

Feng Yong didn't keep it, after all, the Han and Wei were enemies after all, and some things, the longer they dragged on, the easier it was to have accidents.

"This horse is called the five-flowered horse, and it is the seat of the prince. The prince said, the poem was given to Cao Gongzi, and the horse was also given to Cao Gongzi. ”

Zhang Yuan handed the reins to Cao San and said very 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 Tingshi, was sent to send Cao San.

Cao San looked at the tall horse in front of him, even if he had followed Cao Zhi since he was a child and had seen rare things for a long time, he had to let out a sigh of admiration:

"This horse is handsome!"

But the whole body of this horse was shiny, the nostrils were huge, the hooves were like bowls, and the back and waist were wide and straight.

The most striking thing is that the horse's mane has been carefully trimmed and decorated with ornaments, adding a bit of luxury to his life.

Zhang Yuan nodded:

"Cao's envoy really has a vision, this horse is a heavenly horse in the Western Regions, and someone specially transferred it from the Western Regions to Liangzhou, and finally sent it to the prince."

"The prince likes this horse very much, so let people

As he spoke, he clapped his hands again, and saw several servants come up with something.

"These things are solid-color fur clothes, as well as the latest velvet clothes in Nanxiang, not to mention thousands of gold, even ten thousand gold, which is also difficult to find."

"As for these fine wines, the peach wine of the Western Regions, the honey wine of Nanzhong, and the spirits are all treasured by the princes, and they are all brought back to Gongzi Cao by the envoys of Cao."

Hearing this, Cao San straightened his face, dressed properly, and then bowed deeply to Wuwei City, and said loudly:

"The third generation of King Chen thanked Feng Langjun for the gift!"

King Chen has been frustrated and lost over the years, and now he can get the friendship of Feng Langjun, and it is not in vain that King Chen is willing to accept the suspicion of the court this time and write letters with the Han people.

Longyou in May is already full of verdant.

When I came, I was full of apprehension and had no intention of looking at the scenery.

When he returned, he was full of harvest, and when Cao San came to Jicheng again, he finally had the mood to take a look at this important town in Longyou.

Over the years, because the materials that came from Hanzhong had to pass through Jicheng, Jicheng was prosperous.

All kinds of restaurants and inns have sprung up one after another.

Even a new kind of entertainment from Nanxiang has affected Jicheng.

That's the storyteller.

Yongliang has been a hero since ancient times.

The chivalry represented by "The Story of Purple Electric and Green Frost" is not only very suitable for Yongliang's atmosphere, but also because it is easy to understand, it is loved by the majority of Yongliang people.

Most of the caravans that came and went were hard-working, and they didn't have much money to go to high-end places.

It's they who have the largest audience.

Where there is demand, there will naturally be a market.

So some storytellers sometimes simply ran to the Chase Shop inn where the caravan slept on their feet.

What's even less particular is to find an open place to talk in the open air.

Anyway, if you have a mouth, you just need to have a mouth.

Over time, some places became regular storytellers.

With a market, there will naturally be consumption, and some green skin secretly advocates will also follow.

In order to facilitate the work, these fixed places began to be fenced with railings and covered with sheds to shelter from the wind and rain.

At this time, the railing is mostly called a hook bar.

Such places have long existed in Nanxiang.

However, such places in Nanxiang are very formal, and the government has a special Cao bureau to manage them.

Because when gathered, it is like a collapse, and when it is scattered, it is easy to gather and disperse, so it is called the place where the tile market is hooked.

It is a place for the middle and lower class people, who come and go to and from the feet to entertain.

Jicheng's side also followed the name of Nanxiang's side, and gradually called out.

When Cao San was in Hanzhong, he had heard all kinds of strange rumors about Feng Langjun's rule in Nanxiang, but he was in a hurry and wanted to go to Liangzhou to see Feng Langjun.

Now that it happened, I heard that Jicheng also had such peculiarities, so I was curious and wanted to go to see it.

After I visited, I found that this place was vulgar, and the people who came and went were coarse and gray.

I couldn't help but be a little disappointed at the moment, but when I heard the story, it made him feel novel, and he couldn't bear to leave immediately.

There was a woman's voice next door, hey, yes, it seemed to be singing, and the tune was like pinching her voice and singing it, which was a folk slang song.

What "Brother Jing" and "Rong'er" make people confused.

Cao San turned around with the voice, but saw that in the place surrounded by the hook fence, there was a woman with inferior fat powder on her face, like a ghost painting, and she was singing something with her mouth open.

There was also a man next to him, who was extremely stubby and short, with a simple face, and his smile was black and yellow buckteeth, which he looked like he had eaten from the ground.

But he also had a knife around his waist, and he kept circling around the woman.

From time to time, he also cooperated with the woman to say a few words.

caused the man below to breathe quickly and applauded, and his neck was thick and red.