"this…"

Wei Qinli looked at the young man with long hair and white clothes in front of him in disbelief. He was obviously surprised by Zhengyao's eloquent move just now, and he actually finished the entire sentence without any hesitation. Not to mention

Regardless of whether the content of this word is good or bad, Wei Qinli cannot help but be shocked by the momentum and the master-level movements shown in it.

Not only Wei Qinli was like this, but also Zhang Cheng, who was very talented and always talkative, and Liu Yan, who was both civil and military, also looked at Zhengyao in a daze, seeming to be very impressed by Zhengyao's move.

Incredible.

"Okay! Okay! Okay!"

Zhang Cheng came to his senses after a while and shouted hello three times in a row. At this time, Liu Yan and Yuan Haiyun looked like they were just waking up from a dream.

"The lower column filled in by the third brother is very exquisite. I can't match it with the second brother. I admire you very much!" Liu Yan said with a slight shame, while his bright eyes were still looking at the peach blossom fan, seeming to be right.

Yao's words are still full of meaning.

"'Sleepless at night, the weather is cold. The lingering wind from the rolled curtains blows into the window, bringing out a few hints of coolness. Deep in the loneliness, I don't see my sweetheart talking bitterly. Dark shadows, melancholy. The moonlight shines on the bed. The dust and smoke of the past follow the clouds.

It's hard to put it all in one word. Sadness comes, and we haven't known each other for a long time. The joy is gone, and the thought is alone. 'It's so wonderful, so wonderful! No matter the form of the contrast, or the metaphor of the artistic conception, it is exactly the same. After reading it, I feel like a chill.

When the wind blows, I can't help but feel a little bit frightened, with a hint of indescribable sadness in the haze, a feeling of separation and sorrow, which makes people feel sad but want to cry. Wonderful, wonderful!" Zhang Cheng commented like a comment

Just like home, I said to myself intoxicatedly, as if Zhengyao's lyrics are not like lyrics, but more like a piece of music, a piece of natural sound.

Even Yuan Haiyun, who didn't know much about poetry and poetry, felt that Zhengyao's wording was wonderful. At least it was catchy to read. Although it seemed low-pitched, it was in line with people's hearts.

Who is Wei Qinli on the side? A storyteller is at least a scholar. Even Yuan Haiyun understands the truth. How could Wei Qinli not know about it? I saw that he was already dumbfounded by Zheng Yao at this moment. The kind of thing he did before

The dissatisfaction seems to have been thrown away, and now there is only endless speculation and heartfelt admiration for the person in front of him.

"Young Master's poetry is very quick, which is very impressive. In the opinion of the little old man, the lyrics of this poem are really amazing, and the little old man also admires him very much. Well, Tao Fang, hurry up and find Miss Zhu.

Just say that someone has already filled in her words."

Wei Qinli also understood that the young masters in front of him should all have backgrounds. Just looking at their clothes, he knew that they were either from official or wealthy gentry families, and they were all literary and elegant. This fan seemed to belong to them.

In this case, if you simply call that young lady, you might be able to do something good and benefit from it.

I saw the short, fat boy who had brought Zhengyao a fan before immediately responded, and then hurriedly rushed out of the store.

Zhengyao also wanted to see what the origin of this woman was, and he actually came up with such a poem about "blind date" (of course, Zhengyao thought that the other party used this name to go on a blind date). He thought that this woman must be extraordinary. From this,

Zhengyao became curious, so the four of them simply sat down on the stools nearby.

Wei Qinli was also very polite and walked directly into the inner hall and brought out a pot of fine Yuqian Longjing for Zhengyao and the four of them to enjoy the tea.

When it comes to drinking tea, Zhengyao can be considered an expert, because his family makes a living by selling tea. He lives in Qingcheng Mountain, and when he was a child, he followed his parents to pick tea leaves in the mountains. Over the years, he has gained some experience. What about Longjing?

, Biluochun, Tieguanyin, he can taste it as soon as he drinks it. He can tell it accurately whether it is picked before or after the rain.

"Thank you, Mr. Wei!" Zhengyao took the teacup politely, fanned the tea on the teacup gently with his hand, then sniffed it with his nose and nodded, with such a meaningful look that Yuan Haiyun on the side did not understand for a long time.

What is Yao doing?

"I said Zhengyao, you just drink tea. Why do you fan it with your hands and smell it with your nose? Is it possible that you still want to drink tea with your nose?"

Although what Yuan Haiyun said seems to be very substandard, for a person who does not know how to taste tea, it is indeed true. Ordinary people drink tea for two purposes, the first is to quench their thirst, and the second is to show off.

Does this quench your thirst? Once your mouth is dry, you will immediately drink heavily, regardless of whether the tea is fragrant or not. As for this pretense, because drinking tea is also a status symbol, many people have all kinds of expensive tea in their homes.

Outrageous tea leaves. To outsiders, this guy has really good taste. However, most of them are just for decoration. He can probably drink Jackie Chan Longjing with a handful of Kuding tea.

In fact, this is all due to not understanding tea and tea culture. The Ancient Tea Horse Road has been around since ancient times. It can be seen that Chinese tea culture is actually very long and profound, but most people nowadays do not regard tea drinking as a culture.

Just treat.

"You kid!" Zhengyao almost burst out laughing. He pursed his lips slightly and said, "This is the top grade 'Yuqian Longjing' in Longjing. It's not bad."

"Oh? Young Master is so powerful, you can tell after smelling and fanning that this is the top-grade Yuqian Longjing?" Wei Qinli, who had always admired Zhengyao, heard Zhengyao's words about his Yuqian Longjing.

This made him even more surprised and surprised.

Zhengyao smiled a little ashamed and said: "No, no, I just have all kinds of tea in my house. When I have nothing to do, I make tea while enjoying the scenery. Over time, I have a certain taste of this tea."

For example, this Longjing tea before the rain was harvested before the "Grain Rain". Usually before the Guyu rain, it is the time when the tea tree has "one leaf and one bud", commonly known as "one flag and one gun", which is the most fragrant Longjing tea.

Just as Hu Qiao's poem says: 'Chalcedony is cooked in the morning before the Grain Rain, and the spring tea is the freshest.' However, although the taste is light, it is not the kind of light that is sweet with a hint of bean flavor, so it can only be regarded as the top quality before the rain.

, rather than a treasure from before the Ming Dynasty.”

What Zhengyao said was true. He talked endlessly about the best treasures before the rain, and even Zhang Cheng and Yuan Haiyun on the side looked at Zhengyao with incredible eyes: Is this still the same Zhengyao? Or should I say?

Is this the Zhengyao before he was struck by lightning? You have to know that Zhengyao’s family didn’t have so much tea like Yuqian Longjing, and he couldn’t just make tea and enjoy the scenery, because they didn’t see him at all.

Pass!

But how did they know that this Zhengyao was not the other Zhengyao? This Zhengyao was no longer the young genius Zhengyao back then, but a soul who had traveled through time in 2012.

"Bah bang bang!"

I saw Wei Qinli raised his hands without hesitation and praised Zhengyao greatly: "Young master is not only talented in literature, but also has such research on drinking tea. This little old man has opened his eyes today.

"

"Where there!"

Zhengyao looked a little embarrassed. It was not a problem to be praised like this all day long. Although it sounded very comfortable, he would get tired of it after a long time and feel boring.

"The poem that the young master just wrote is truly shocking. I have never seen anyone able to compose such a complementary poem in such a short period of time. It is really admirable. However, there is one thing that I don't understand.

Could you please tell me how you found the inspiration for your creation?" Wei Qinli's expression has been exaggerated to another level, and his actions this time are more like a reporter from a newspaper interviewing a very influential person.

Writer in general.

Suddenly hearing what Wei Qinli said, Zhengyao felt angry: Where do I get any creative inspiration? I was also confused at the time, feeling that my mind was blank, and I had no idea what I was thinking!

This is indeed what Zhengyao was thinking, because when he saw the first half of the poem, his mind suddenly went blank. In an instant, some pictures suddenly flashed up, and these pictures seemed to be giving him reminders.

Immediately afterwards, those pictures gradually turned into words, and finally Jing Zhengyao's hand wrote them one by one on the peach blossom fan.

If we say how Zhengyao creates, it can only be said to be a fleeting idea, a theoretically existing but very abstract picture. Of course, perhaps the fleeting words and pictures can also be understood as what Zhengyao calls

inspiration.

"Ahem, it's like this." Zhengyao coughed and looked a little embarrassed, "Actually, I often have the same dream. In the dream, it's a moonlit night, and there is a looming woman in it. Every time I wake up, I always have the same dream in my heart.

There was an inexplicable sadness, maybe it was the longing for the woman in the dream that caused my temporary inspiration."

Obviously, Zhengyao is very good at making up stories, but his strongest ability is to deceive others. No, even Yuan Haiyun, Zhang Cheng, and Liu Yan are convinced of this, and they act like it’s no wonder they always don’t go on blind dates. It turns out that it’s already

Just like the lover of my dreams.

As for Wei Qinli, he naturally believed it without further explanation, so he said: "It seems that the young master is also a very affectionate person! I must have thought about the young master every day and dreamed about it at night! By the way, after chatting for so long, I still

I haven't asked you, gentlemen, what your surname is, where do you live?"

After saying that, Wei Qinli couldn't help but show a hint of embarrassment on his face, fearing that his blunt statement might be a bit abrupt.

"My name is Yuan Haiyun. Unlike them, I am a doctor." Yuan Haiyun immediately came over and introduced himself. It seemed that he was always so impatient.

"Oh, at such a young age, he is still a doctor. I really didn't realize it. How disrespectful!"

Compared to Yuan Haiyun's gruff voice, Liu Yan was very gentle and polite, "I am Liu Yan, a native of Shunan, the land of Shu. The purpose of coming to Beijing this time is to gain fame and return home to honor our ancestors!"

"Liu Yan from Shu? That Liu Yan who said 'Tang Yin came from the south of the Yangtze River, Liu Yan lives in Shu'? You are really disrespectful and disrespectful!"

Wei Qinli did not expect that Liu Yan, known as the most talented person in the southwest, would appear in his shop, which really surprised him. However, he suddenly looked at Zheng Yao at this moment, and from that confused and slightly excited look

In his eyes, it seemed that he had already guessed something.

"Zhang Cheng in Shuzhong, whose surname is Zhang Mingcheng and whose trade name is Dongxu, is from Guanjiangkou, Guan County, Shuzhong."

"My surname is Li Minghe, and my courtesy name is Zhengyao. I am from Guanjiangkou, Guan County, Sichuan Province."

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Chapter completed!