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After Wentianyu finished reciting a wonderful poem, he turned around and saw everyone. He was so intoxicated that he couldn't help but feel a little complacent in his heart. This was all thanks to Tang Bohu, but he had read his poem first.
At this time, the old man was the first to come to his senses. His face was full of surprise and he said three good words in a row.
"Okay... okay... okay..."
"Young master is really right, haha. The correspondence is just right without losing the rhyme. It's perfect." The old man said with a face full of joy.
"Young Master's literary attainments are very high, and this little girl really admires him." The woman named Yun stared at Wentian Yu with her beautiful eyes flashing and said.
When this woman saw that Tian Yu could write this poem, she saw that he was dressed in white and brocade robes, with a majestic appearance, but his temperament was different from that of a weak scholar. He was domineering yet gentle, cold yet gentle. Those talented officials and young men could not approach him at all.
Comparing it with the person in front of her, her heart was beating thumpingly.
And the scholar was really willing to bow down to Wentian Yu. Although he admired Wentian Yu's literary talents, he was unwilling to do so. He wanted to show off in front of Miss Yun and get this painting for her, so as to win her heart. The scholar
What I was thinking in my heart, but my face remained unchanged, I could only look forward to the next opportunity to show my talent in front of Miss Yun.
"That's a wonderful compliment from the old man. It's a coincidence that the bottom is facing the top," Wentianyu said modestly, cupping his hands slightly.
The old man smiled slightly and said: "Young master, I am worthy of you. There is no need to be too humble. I am thirsty for talents. I am presumptuous. Please tell me your name."
The woman surnamed Yun also had a look of anticipation on her face, waiting for Wentian Yu's words. A literary person like this could not be an unknown person. She really wanted to make friends with such an extraordinary person. As long as she knew his name, she would be able to do so in the future.
It will be much easier to find him.
Wen Tianyu's face turned slightly red at this moment. He didn't expect that his whim would cause him some trouble. If he told the truth, no one in the world knew the identity of King Xiaoyao. If he talked about it like this, it would be even more troublesome. He slightly
After thinking about it, it’s better not to tell them.
I saw Wentianyu bowing to the old man and saying, "My surname is Kuang and Tianyou." After saying this, Wentianyu said to himself, "I'm sorry. Old friend, I'll use your name instead for the time being, so that your name can go down in history."
, it can be regarded as repaying this favor.
When the old man heard this, he was stunned for a moment and said: "Well, people with the surname Kuang, I am a frog in the well. I have never heard of the Kuang family name in this dynasty. I don't know Mr. Kuang...?"
The woman surnamed Yun, the scholar and everyone also lowered their heads and began to think. They said something to each other, but no one said anything.
Seeing everyone like this, Wen Tianyu sighed slightly in his heart, the surname Kuang already existed in the Qin Dynasty, how come people in this dynasty didn't know about it?
Wen Tianyu didn't want to explain more, so he said: "There are many strange surnames in the world, which is not surprising. It's just that the surname Kuang is very rare here. It's not surprising that the old gentleman has never heard of it."
The old man heard the words and apologized: "Haha, I am ignorant and ignorant. What Mr. Kuang said is that there is no need to worry about this surname. Then this painting will belong to Mr. Kuang as the old man said bluntly."
After the old man finished speaking, he put away the picture of the sound of pine trees on the mountain road on the scroll stand, rolled it up, tied it up, and sent it to Wentian Yu. He said, "Mr. Kuang, please keep it. Although this painting is not worth a thousand pieces of gold, it is also the most similar to the original."
It’s a counterfeit.”
Wen Tianyu raised his hands and took the scroll from the old man's hand and said, "Thank you, old man, for the gift of the painting. I'm quite interested in famous paintings, so you're welcome."
When the woman surnamed Yun saw Tianyu put away the painting, she felt reluctant to part with it, but it was not easy to win someone's love. My father loved this painting so much, what should I do?
At this time, it was a long time after noon. After putting away the scroll, Wen Tianyu felt a little hungry. From this morning to now, he had not taken in a grain of rice or a drop of water. Ordinary people would be afraid that they would be dizzy and exhausted due to hunger, but he
I relied on my deep internal strength to survive until now, and I only feel a little hungry.
So Wentianyu thanked the old man, said goodbye and left the crowd, intending to find a tavern to fill his stomach.
When I walked to the door of a pub on the street, I saw that there were not many customers inside, so it was quite quiet. Wentian Yu stepped into the pub and looked up. There were seven or eight mahogany Eight Immortals tables in the pub, but three of them were full.
The guests drank some wine and chatted about homely matters.
At this time, the waiter in the tavern saw a guest coming. Seeing that he was dressed like a noble man, he hurriedly stepped forward to greet the guest.
The waiter smiled and said, "Young master, please come in. May I ask what you want to eat?" After saying that, he led Wentianyu to a table by the window, and started to busyly set up another teapot and pour a cup for the guest.
Fragrant tea.
After Wentianyu sat down, he put the scroll beside the table, twisted his body, took a sip of the tea that the waiter had just filled, and when the tea entered his mouth, an aroma slowly surrounded the tip of his nose, and it took a long time to dissipate.
“Good tea”
After Wen Tianyu finished drinking, he praised it. When the waiter heard this, he happily said: "Sir, this tea is specially made for guests in the tavern. It is called "Qianlixiang" but it is not available in other places. Many guests will never forget it after drinking this tea.
, I often come here to have a few drinks whenever I have free time.”