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 are very tall, but they are covered with dust and dead leaves, and there are 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 humans or the wind and rain, there was a big gap in one of the roots, 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 looked around, 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 a large area of ​​this man's clothes was wet.

I guess it's 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 Wang Zhi doesn't look like Renjun, how can he look like him?

If he hadn't been wearing this royal robe and said he was a drunken lunatic who appeared out of nowhere, he would have believed it.

But... I have to say 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 in person. Moreover, there have been no guests in the house for a long time, and the house is dirty and slovenly. I took the liberty to invite my uncle in, for fear of staining my uncle's eyes."

The implication is that there is no intention to invite 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 to throw up his sleeves and walk 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 by him in an instant.

While throwing away the wine bottle, Cao Zhi stood up straight, looked solemn, and straightened his clothes.

However, the wine stains on his body could not be wiped off, which made him look a little embarrassed.

But I couldn't care less at this moment.

He cupped his hands and saluted, but where could he still be as drunk as before?

"May I 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 so much that 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:

"Sure enough, it's a letter from Uncle Feng!"

No matter how shocked Yang Hu was... he could no longer be shaken.

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...

As soon as the thought came to this point, 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 "Jinjinjiu", "In the old days, Zijian had a banquet and had a lot of fun, drinking and drinking", which is enough to prove the deep friendship between the two.

Although the two of them were 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 King Chen, King 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:

"Uncle went to Chang'an, but met Uncle Mingwen?"

"If I go back 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, before my father was alive, what he cared about most 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 spirit:

"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 also twitching to the point of numbness.

Every time he recalled that meeting with Mr. 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 face 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."
To be continued...