Chapter 0893 literary elite meeting(1/3)
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.
To be continued...