Feng Yongyong was anxious, but Cao San was extremely anxious.

“His Royal Highness King Chen, how are you doing?”

After returning from Shu Kingdom happily, he received the news that King Chen was seriously ill, which made Cao Sanru suffer a thunderous attack.

 “I can’t die yet.”

Cao Zhi, who was half lying on the couch wearing a robe, his face was a little sallow, and his eyes were a little red. He squinted at Cao San and laughed at himself:

“It’s hard for me to see things with my eyes, please come closer.”

 Cao San quickly moved to the couch.

 “What’s going on over there in Liangzhou?”

 “Feng Langjun…”

 “I’m talking about Liangzhou.”

 “Liangzhou…”

 Cao San didn’t expect that Cao Zhi’s first question would be this. He had no preparation at the moment, so he mumbled and said:

 “Liangzhou…Liangzhou, are you okay?”

“Liangzhou has always been a place of rebellion. When the Shu people entered Liangzhou and encountered natural disasters, wouldn’t there be any rebellion?”

 “No, not only not, but also in Feng…Feng Langjun…”

 “It’s Thief Feng.”

 Besides, a literary defense officer sent by the imperial court spoke.

 Cao San did not dare to say anything anymore and glanced at Cao Zhi.

 Cao Zhi nodded:

“Feng Wenhe repeatedly offended our country, the Wei Dynasty. He is an extremely evil person and is indeed a Feng thief.”

"Yes, this is Feng Thief. Feng Thief is good at winning people's hearts. Everyone in Liangzhou, regardless of Han or Hu, is willing to obey his orders. Therefore, even though there was a white disaster, no one caused trouble."

“Impossible!” Literary Defense Auxiliary said again, “Liangzhou is a bitter cold place and the people are fierce, especially those barbarians who will cause trouble even if nothing happens.”

“How could there be no movement for such a big event last year?”

 Cao San looked at Cao Zhi again.

“Just tell me everything you saw and heard on this trip.”

 Cao Zhi said calmly.

"yes."

Cao San received the order and not only told what he had seen and heard in Liangzhou, he even told what he had seen in Hanzhong.

After listening to the article, the Auxiliary Officer for Literary Defense asked some questions in detail.

 Cao Zhi was impatient:

“Is it enough to ask? If not, can you let me finish asking before you ask?”

The Auxiliary Officer of Literary Defense obviously did not expect that Cao Zhi would suddenly say this. He was stunned for a moment, and his face became a little ugly.

Cao Zhi was not afraid at all and sneered:

"This is Prince Chen's Mansion, not the palace, let alone Tingchongguan (that is, the place where Wei Guojing was held). If you are not convinced, you can go to the secret memorial and let your Majesty condemn me."

The Auxiliary Officers of Literary Defense are personnel sent by the imperial court to supervise the palace. Which clan dares to disrespect them?

Now that Cao Zhi had lost face directly, the other party's face became even uglier.

At that moment, he snorted, flicked his sleeves, and left directly.

 “King Chen…”

 Cao San looked at Cao Zhi with some worry.

"It's okay." Although Cao Zhi's face looked bad, his tone was relaxed, "When I first became king, there were only a hundred and fifty soldiers, and they were all old and weak."

"After His Majesty ascended the throne, there were only fifty or sixty people left who were about to die. Now, there are only more than thirty people with children who are seven or eight years old and sixteen years old."

“When I went to court to see His Majesty at the beginning of this year, His Majesty still wanted to recruit from among these people. Now, although I am a prince, I want to be a commoner but cannot get it.”

 Speaking of this, Cao Zhi smiled miserably, "With things like this in the house, why should we be afraid of missing something?"

Cao Zhi naturally would not have dared to say such disrespectful words during Cao Pi's time.

 But now I can be regarded as His Majesty's uncle, and he is also a close uncle.

My brother, the emperor, did not kill me. Could it be that his nephew, his majesty, could still kill him now?

When Cao San heard this, he burst into tears:

“Your Highness, the great gifts sent by Mr. Feng, including brown sugar, woolen materials, honey wine, etc., were all seized by him. How can you say that nothing was lost?”

"I already know what Mr. Feng wants! If you don't receive the courtesy, what difference does it make?" Cao Zhi let out a long sigh, "I just hope that Mr. Feng won't blame me for sending you there because you have an impure heart.

"

 Cao San wiped away his tears, carefully took out a letter from his arms, and held it in front of Cao Zhi with both hands:

“King Chen, this is a letter written by Feng Jun himself.”

“It’s rare that it hasn’t been detained.”

Although Cao Zhi said it self-deprecatingly, his eyes were shining with joy, and at the same time he reached out his hand to take the letter with a slight haste.

 “Has been seen...”

“It’s okay, it’s just expected.”

 Cao Zhihun said nonchalantly.

As he spoke, he opened the letter and read it.

The content of the letter is nothing more than some greetings, and it also expresses admiration for Cao Zhi's literary talents.

 There is not a word that should not be mentioned.

 It makes people feel very comfortable, but also makes people feel very sad.

 What’s comfortable is that Feng Jun knows what’s appropriate. What’s sad is that even the people of Shu know their own situation.

After reading the last word carefully and carefully, Cao Zhi realized that Cao San had held up another calligraphy scroll at some point and brought it to him.

 Cao Zhi couldn't help but be a little surprised: "What is this?"

“Feng Jun learned that the villain was sent by His Highness. He was overjoyed and wrote a poem as a gift to His Highness.”

“Oh, show me quickly!”

Cao Zhi couldn’t wait to unfold the calligraphy scroll.

 “Good word!”

　　Leave aside the positions of both sides, and just look at people by words, Feng Langjun is worthy of being a man on the battlefield, and there is a fierce aura between the lines.

 “Will there be wine?”

Just after seeing the first sentence, Cao Zhi couldn't help but take a deep breath.

 What a majestic momentum!

However, this is indeed consistent with Cao Zhi’s understanding of Feng Yong.

 After all, the song "The Road to Shu is Difficult" has exactly this style.

 “Feng Langjun’s work has become a style of its own!”

 Cao Zhi couldn't help but sigh.

By the time he saw "I am born with talents," Cao Zhi's face had already begun to flush and his breathing became heavy.

Cao Zhi finally burst out laughing when he saw again that "Zijian had a banquet in the old days and had a lot of drinking and banter."

 He suddenly turned over and shouted:

“Where is the fine wine that Mr. Feng gave me?”

 “Your Highness?”

Cao San's heart suddenly suddenly felt a little bad.

Cao Zhi ignored him, took off the long sword from his bedside, walked quickly to the door barefoot, and shouted:

 “Where is the Literary Defense Assistant?”

 “Your Highness?”

Cao San wanted to pull Cao Zhi back, but Cao Zhi suddenly shook off his hand and rushed directly to where the Literary Defense Auxiliary usually stayed.

If you saw a pile of wine jars and boxes that had not yet been opened, it goes without saying that they must be gifts given to you by Feng Langjun.

The Auxiliary Officer of Literary Defense who was counting the items saw Cao Zhi barging in with bare feet and disheveled hair. He couldn't help being surprised and angry:
To be continued...