Yang Hu stood in front of Jibei Prince's Mansion, looking at everything in front of him.
If it weren't for the gate system that only the royal family could use, he couldn't believe that the dilapidated gate in front of him was the palace of the Wei Dynasty.
The steps were very tall, but they were covered with dust and dead leaves. There were also some small pieces of rubble scattered in the corners.
Between the steps, many wild grasses emerged from the gaps and swayed in the wind.
The pillars on both sides of the gate on the platform have long been mottled and decayed.
Not only can’t you see the original color clearly, but you can see that two of the roots have been eaten away by termites due to lack of maintenance over the years.
Then, whether it was caused by people or the wind and rain, there was a big gap in one of them, revealing the rotten wood foam inside.
The courtyard walls on both sides of the gate have also become damaged and dilapidated. As far as Yang Hu can see, he can see that two or three places have collapsed, and no one has repaired them.
To be honest, if it weren't for the side door, there would be an old concierge who could barely hear the sound.
Yang Hu even doubted whether there was anyone living here.
In addition to the grandeur of the past and the fact that the system cannot be overstepped at will, any family with a strong family background will have a more glamorous appearance than this Prince Ji's Mansion.
Somehow, looking at the decaying palace in front of him, Yang Hu couldn't help but think of the current Wei Dynasty...
Just when he was thinking wildly, he heard a drunken voice coming from his ear:
"Uncle Yang? But Uncle Yang's face?"
Yang Hu came back to his senses and quickly took a closer look, but a young man wearing a prince's royal robe was lazily leaning against the side door frame, looking at Yang Hu with drunken eyes.
He was still holding a wine bottle in his hand, and you could even see that the man's clothes were wet.
Probably wine stains.
Yang Hu quickly stepped forward, bowed to the young man, and replied:
"The subordinate is Yang Hu."
Then he looked up at the other party with a slight hesitation, and moved his lips, "May I ask who you are, the King of Jibei?"
"Hahaha!"
Cao Zhi raised his head and laughed, then raised the pot and took a sip of wine. Then he looked at Yang Hu again, and at the same time he burped, and the smell of wine came directly to Yang Hu:
"What? It doesn't look like it?"
Yang Hu's face twitched.
If he doesn't look like a human king, how can he look like him?
If he wasn't wearing this royal robe and said he was a drunken lunatic who appeared out of nowhere, he would have believed it.
But... one thing is that this wine smells quite fragrant, and it is probably a rare wine.
As if seeing Yang Hu's thoughts, Cao Zhi laughed at himself as if he was lonely:
"In this world, I'm afraid only the Wei Dynasty has such princes and kings, right?"
As he spoke, he took another sip from the wine bottle and continued:
"There are so many servants in Prince Gu's house that they can't be used, so I have no choice but to come out to greet the guests myself. Besides, there have been no guests in the house for a long time, and the house is dirty and slovenly. I have the temerity to invite my uncle in, for fear of staining my uncle's eyes."
The implication is that there is no intention of inviting guests in.
"But I don't know, what's the important thing for Uncle Yang to come here this time?"
That is to say, Yang Hu is not an ordinary person, he is very well-educated.
If it were a guy who couldn't hold back his anger, he would have thrown off his sleeves and walked away on the spot.
But seeing Yang Hu's expression unchanged, he said respectfully:
"It's nothing important. It's just that Hu went to Chang'an a few months ago, and someone asked Hu to send a letter to His Highness."
The cynical King of Jibei, who was originally cynical, suddenly changed his expression when he heard the word "Chang'an"!
"Bah!"
The wine bottle in his hand was thrown away in an instant.
While throwing away the wine bottle, Cao Zhi stood up straight, looked solemn, and straightened his clothes.
However, he couldn't wipe off the wine stains on his body, which made him look a little embarrassed.
But I couldn’t care less at this moment.
He cupped his hands and saluted, where was the drunkenness from just now?
"I dare to ask my uncle, who in Chang'an asked my uncle to deliver a letter to Zhi?"
In just the blink of an eye, they were completely different from each other, almost making Yang Hu unable to react.
Looking at the respectful and polite King of Jibei in front of him, Yang Hu's face twitched again.
At the same time, a horrifying thought suddenly appeared in his mind, which shocked him. For a moment, he was unable to answer the other party's question.
Seeing Yang Hu with a look of horror on his face and looking at him with disbelief, Cao Zhi couldn't help but urged:
"Uncle? Uncle Sheep?"
"Oh, oh, I was distracted for a moment. I'm rude and rude." Yang Hu reached into his arms, took out a letter, and handed it over with both hands, "This is the letter Feng Jun asked Hu to deliver to His Highness."
Upon hearing this, Cao Zhi hurriedly stepped forward and took the letter, with an ecstatic look on his face:
"It's indeed a letter from Uncle Feng!"
No matter how shocked Yang Hu was... he couldn't shake anymore.
He looked at Cao Zhi numbly.
Did you hear that right?
Uncle Feng?
The majestic princes and kings of the Wei Dynasty call Feng Zei of Han Dynasty his uncle?
Is there anything more absurd than this in the world?
Even if the Xiahou clan rebelled against Wei and surrendered to the Han, is it possible that there are even members of the Cao clan now...
At this thought, Yang Hu quickly killed the thought.
It is not surprising that ministers and even monarchs communicate with each other among the three countries.
Not to mention that King Chen (i.e. Cao Zhi) and Feng Mingwen were close friends.
There is a sentence in "Jingjinjiu", "Zijian had a banquet in the old days and had a lot of fun drinking," which is enough to prove the deep friendship between the two.
Although the two of them had their own masters, they admired each other's literary talents, which was really envied by the world's literati. They called them "the friends of Feng and Cao", which is said to have the legacy of Boya's period.
Yang Hu, who had no idea that his "Yang-Land Friendship" in history had been snatched away, was silently reciting:
"Feng Cao's acquaintance, Feng Cao's acquaintance, Feng Mingwen and King Chen are close friends. As the queen of Chen, the King of Jibei calls Feng Mingwen uncle, which is very reasonable and reasonable..."
Perhaps he felt that he was a little too rash in front of outsiders. Cao Zhi put the letter away and looked at Yang Hu again, his eyes and expression were much closer:
"My uncle went to Chang'an, but met Uncle Mingwen?"
"When I return to Your Highness, I will indeed be lucky enough to be received by Mr. Feng."
"Oh?" Cao Zhi's eyes showed a hint of yearning, "In this case, my uncle is indeed lucky. Alas, what my father wanted most when he was alive was to have a drink and talk with Uncle Mingwen."
At this point, Cao Zhi's voice suddenly dropped. If Yang Hu hadn't listened carefully, he might have missed the last sentence:
"Even once..."
Thinking of what happened to King Chen, Yang Hu sighed secretly in his heart and said nothing.
It is probably because of this that King Chen and Feng Jun formed a literary legend, right?
Fortunately, King Jibei quickly regained his energy:
"My late father passed away with regrets. Even if he has the intention, I am afraid that it will be difficult for him to fulfill his wish in this life."
As he said that, he smiled bitterly again and pointed at himself.
"So, uncle, could you tell me in detail what it was like to meet Uncle Mingwen?"
Feel?
After his mind was numbed by the shock, Yang Hu's face was twitching to the point of numbness.
Every time he recalled that meeting with Feng, Yang Hu felt even more depressed.
But facing the request of King Jibei, he couldn't say no.
After all, no matter how miserable the King of Jibei is, he is still a king.
And after the King of Jibei called out "uncle", a certain thought flashed through Yang Hu's heart.
Cao Zhi saw that Yang Hu's expression was a little changeable, and he said that he had offended him at the beginning, so the other party was unwilling.
So he bowed his hands again and apologized:
"The previous chapter was rough and unruly, and I didn't know etiquette. I offended my uncle. I hope my uncle will forgive me."
"I will never forget my late father's last wish. Although I can't see my uncle Mingwen in person, if I can talk about my uncle's affairs in front of my late father's tomb, I think I can remember my late father a little while under the yellow soil."
After finishing speaking, he bowed deeply.
At this point, Yang Hu no longer had any reason to refuse:
"Your Highness's heart of pure filial piety moves heaven and earth. How dare you disobey your orders?"
When Cao Zhi heard this, he was immediately overjoyed:
"Zhi thanked uncle, please, please, please come inside!"
Following the King of Jibei, he stepped into the door, but saw that the front yard was overgrown with grass, dead branches and leaves covered the yard, and there was only a small path leading to the front.
Probably knowing that the scene in front of him was quite rude, the King of Jibei explained with some embarrassment:
"I haven't had any guests for a long time, and most of the people in my house are old, weak, sick and disabled. Alas, I'm not afraid of my uncle's jokes. I bear the title of King of Jibei for nothing. I'm afraid I can't even live an ordinary life like this." No one else can compare.”
This is not easy to say.
To say comfortable is definitely uncomfortable.
After all, the clan system of the Wei Dynasty was there.
But if you want to live a good life, you can at least have enough food and clothing, which is much better than ordinary families.
"Clang!"
Something was kicked at my feet.
Looking down, it turned out to be the jug thrown away by King Jibei.
The body of the pot is slender, and at first glance, the style is quite exquisite. The surface is smooth and white, so Yang Hu immediately recognized that this was a high-quality porcelain pot unique to the Han Dynasty.
Very expensive!
Look at the fallen grass and leaves in the courtyard, and then look at the precious porcelain pot lying quietly among the fallen grass and leaves. It even smells of wine.
As soon as you smell it, you know it is a fine wine!
Yang Hu's eyes were calm.
Cao Zhigan smiled:
"Uncle, I don't know. In my house, many of my subordinates are Jia Shu. They don't know much about anything else. They only know how to do dirty things like traders."
"In addition, before my father was alive, he sent servants to exchange greetings with Uncle Mingwen. Therefore, I have inherited my father's legacy and have some connections in the west. I can occasionally come back in exchange for some fine wine..."
Yang Hu:......
Yang Hu didn't stay in the Prince's Mansion of Jibei for long. He just told the Prince of Jibei about his meeting with Mr. Feng.
The King of Jibei didn't ask any more questions. He also just asked about Feng's appearance and his words and deeds when he handed the letter to Yang Hu.
But after coming out of the Jibei Prince's Mansion, Yang Hu's originally worried mood did not dissipate, but instead became heavier.
Before leaving, he looked back at the dilapidated Jibei Prince's Mansion, but in his mind, he thought of the wine pot in the courtyard and the various Han utensils and objects he saw in the Jibei Prince's Mansion.
This dilapidated palace not only slapped the face of King Jibei, but also slapped the face of Wei Dynasty.
The direct grandson of Emperor Wu not only took great pride in food and clothing passed down from the Han Kingdom, he even called the leader of the Han Kingdom's thieves "uncle" in a very affectionate tone.
It is truly the greatest irony in the world.
(Note: In the original history, Cao Zhi not only took the initiative to join the Sima clan, but also probably made suggestions for Sima Yan to usurp Wei:
After Sima Yan went to Yecheng to welcome Cao Huan, Duke of Changdao Township, on his ascension to the throne, Cao Zhi paid homage to Sima Yan at night. The two talked from dusk until dawn the next day. After their conversation, Sima Yan trusted and valued Cao Zhi very much.)
Logically speaking, for this kind of person, Yang Hu would have said too much to him in the past.
But at this time, he could only let out a long and heavy sigh.
Not to mention the Prince of Jibei, whoever has some channels in the Wei Dynasty is not eager for the unique things of the Han Dynasty?
As for communicating with the people of Han... What did I go to Chang'an for a few months ago?
If you are still like this, how can you have the face to criticize others?
Thinking of this, Yang Hu sighed again.
With such a mood, Yang Hu left Jibei Kingdom and returned to his home in Taishan County, feeling depressed all day long.
His sister Yang Huiyu was smart and talented. Seeing that her brother was depressed for many days and often sighed alone, she couldn't help but be concerned and asked why.
Yang Hu then told Yang Huiyu what he had encountered in detail, and then sighed:
"Sister, when I went to Chang'an, I couldn't fulfill the family's orders; when I went to the Prince's Palace in Jibei, I didn't dare to tell His Highness his fault; I was worried about the long-term shortcomings of the Wei Dynasty, but I didn't know how to save it; I was worried about the future of the Yang family, but I didn't know how to protect it. Therefore my heart is filled with sorrow, alas!”
Who would have expected that after Yang Huiyu heard this, instead of comforting him, he scolded him:
"Our Taiyang family has been a big family for nine generations. Our ancestors have relied on their virtues and talents to grow their families. I have never heard of them relying on others."
"If you fail to go to Chang'an, you should reflect on the shortcomings of your moral character and talents, and work on it more, instead of feeling sorry for yourself like you are now."
"Looking at the world today, Han is strong and Wei is weak. The strong are kings and ministers, and they are getting stronger and stronger. The weak do not want to unite, but fight for power. Even though I am a woman, I know that it is difficult for Wei to survive!"
Whether it was Sima Shi or Cao Shuang, she was not optimistic about it. Otherwise, why would she reject Sima Shi's marriage proposal?
"If you want to have great ambitions, you should look at the world and follow the general trend of the world, instead of clinging to your weaknesses and going against the current."
Although the Yang family became prominent in the Later Han Dynasty, when Cao Wei usurped the Han Dynasty, didn't they still comply with the weather?
If Liu Han really wanted to be prosperous, would he have changed the imperial examination system just because the children of aristocratic families were unwilling to work hard?
By then, the families that opposed the imperial examination may have declined or even died.
The Han Dynasty showed no mercy to the powerful and right-wing people.
It is foolish to protect a country that is not worth protecting.
If you want to revitalize your family, you should put your family first, not your own likes and dislikes.
"If you don't want to serve the Han Dynasty, then you should maintain the status quo, serve neither Wei nor Han, concentrate on learning, and pay less attention to worldly affairs."
"In this case, if there is a great chaos in the future, wouldn't it be okay to hide away from the world and use your knowledge and reputation as a way to protect yourself?"
"Think about Feng Mingwen, who is talented in literature and invincible in martial arts. Could it be that he is a villain who will seek revenge? Will he deliberately target our Yang clan because of your rejection?"
"The Road to Shu is Difficult", "Childhood Sweethearts", "The Road to Han Dynasty is Prosperous"...
Either an immortal views the world, or his love is as deep as the sea, or his ambition is like a flying wing.
How can someone who can write these peerless articles be a villain?
Yang Huiyu's words were like a powerful bell, shaking Yang Hu's mind to the point of collapse.
(End of chapter)
