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Early the next morning, Yang Yanrong was woken up as soon as it was dawn. It turned out that Sang Yuchu had the habit of doing morning exercises every day. It didn't last long, and Ke'er also followed Yuchu to get dressed and get up. The two women took out their long swords.
, then went out.
Yang Yanrong struggled to get out from under the bed and rubbed his sore neck. He felt that there was no pain in his whole body. He cursed secretly, sneaked out of the room and returned to his home.
In the room, the candles had long been burned out. With the dim light of the morning sun, I took off my dusty clothes and threw them aside casually. I didn't care about anything else, and fell down on the bed and started to breathe.
Get up and fall asleep.
I slept until noon before I woke up. When I opened my eyes, I saw Yu Chu standing on the bedside with a smile but not a smile. It was hard to tell whether she was happy or happy. Yang Yanrong always felt that her eyes were very strange.
My heart suddenly thumped, thinking that maybe she discovered that I got under the bed last night? Thinking about it, I thought it was impossible.
"You finally woke up. I came to call you three times!" Sang Yuchu said, deliberately looking under the bed and said, "I just found a big mouse lying under your bed! I have time to catch it.
He, don't let him get into the bed." He turned around and walked out.
"Hiss!" Yang Yanrong sat down on the bed. Sure enough, she discovered it! He smiled bitterly, then got dressed and got up. He was wondering how she found out? After thinking for a moment, it suddenly dawned on him. How should I say, Yu
Chu is also a martial arts master of the generation! If someone sneaks under her bed and doesn't find her, then this master's reputation will be in vain.
On the table were steaming gruel, a plate of pickles, and two steamed buns on a plate. I felt my stomach, which was already empty. After washing up, I started to look at the food on the table.
Sweeping away like a whirlwind.
He let out a big burp and opened the window. The midday sun shone directly in, making his body warm and indescribably comfortable. He went out to see Sang Yuchu like this, but felt embarrassed. The apprentice who stole someone else's house, was
After being caught and exposed, you feel embarrassed no matter what. Although Yu Chu said that he wanted Ke'er to follow him, he hasn't made it clear yet.
After loitering in the room for a while, I felt that I would lose face if I didn't go out. What if a grown man was caught? He was so coquettish that he was not as good as that little girl Ke'er.
Thinking like this, my courage suddenly grew a lot. I gritted my teeth, opened the door and walked out.
It was already noon, and there were quite a few diners in Wangchun Tower. The hall on the first floor was almost full. There were elegantly dressed scholars, knights with swords in their hands, rude men with bare chests and arms, and soldiers in armor.
, there were yamen agents in public uniforms, men, women, old and young, tall, short, fat and thin, all from all walks of life. The waiter kept shouting and was sweating profusely.
He searched around, but couldn't find any sign of Yu Chu's master and apprentice, so he found an unoccupied table, called the waiter, ordered a pot of Fenjiu, and some side dishes, preparing to have a good taste of ordinary civilians.
life.
Soon, the middle-aged man on the side aroused his interest. He saw the middle-aged man slamming the table, causing the cups and plates of wine and food on it to jingle. The messy sounds around him suddenly stopped, and Judu
They looked at the middle-aged man involuntarily.
This man is about 27 or 27 years old, with a square face and a broad nose, sword-like eyebrows and tiger eyes. He is handsome and handsome. A row of short mustaches are arranged on his chin as closely as steel needles inserted upside down. His long hair is random.
It was draped over his shoulders, giving him a very uninhibited look. He was wearing a gray-white robe. Although it looked a little old, when worn on him, it would only feel like it matched him very well without feeling shabby.
A pair of eyes that opened and closed from time to time emitted streaks of golden light.
This person must be very human! Yang Yanrong’s heart was filled with fear!
Seeing that he had attracted everyone's attention, the middle-aged man laughed, took out a large gold ingot from his arms, and placed it heavily on the table with a bang, causing the table to shake uncontrollably.
There were bursts of breathing sounds, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell that this gold ingot was probably fifty taels. Where had anyone seen such a big gold ingot? Many people's eyes were filled with greedy light. If it really could
Obtaining this large piece of gold is enough for ordinary people to enjoy happily for ten years.
The corner of Yang Yanrong's mouth twitched slightly. This person was so sullen and coquettish, and he didn't know what would happen next.
The middle-aged man looked around and said: "I have heard for a long time that Fenjiu is famous all over the world. There is a poem from the previous dynasty that says: During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. From
From this we can see that Fenjiu’s reputation is by no means unfounded. Today we are gathering at Wangchun Tower to drink this Fenyang fine wine. How can we not have poems to accompany it? I am not talented, so I would like to use the fifty taels of gold on this table as my poem.
Note, whoever can write a good poem in the name of Fenjiu, the gold will belong to whoever! What do you think?"
As soon as the middle-aged man said these words, countless people immediately looked at him. This was fifty taels of gold! He spent so much money just to get a good poem. Could it be that this man thought that the money was too much to spend?
Several young men who looked like students were eager to get this ingot of gold into their pockets.
Interesting! Yang Yanrong smiled slightly.
A young man in his twenties folded his fan and slowly walked forward. He bowed to the middle-aged man and said with a smile: "I'm here to invite you! I'm not a talented student, so I would like to write a poem."
", then he looked around and continued: "Please taste it."
Everyone in the hall cheered loudly, watching to see what good poem this young man could write.
The young man walked slowly for a few steps, thought for a moment, clapped his hands, said yes, and then chanted: "Looking at the nostalgia on the ancient road to Jin, the autumn rustling in the maple leaf pavilion. I want to find wine and ask the travelers, but I hope
"The first floor of spring." This poem expresses the mood of a wanderer who is traveling and homesick. Although the contrast is not very neat, the rare thing is that it has a profound artistic conception. The whole poem does not mention Fenjiu, but in the last two sentences
Zhong vaguely said that the first wine in Wangchun Tower is Fenjiu, and secretly praised Wangchun Tower.
Yang Yanrong nodded involuntarily, this person is not too idiotic.
The middle-aged man laughed, poured a glass of wine for the young man, and said, "Although it doesn't quite suit me, I would like to toast you with a glass of thin wine."
The young master also knew that his talents and learning were not outstanding, so he politely took the glass, drank it in one gulp, said a bit of shame, and then turned back to his seat.
The young master got off to a good start, and all the readers in the hall came forward to show off their poems.
One of the poems written by an old scholar aroused Yang Yanrong's admiration, and he was heard chanting: "The dew hall is desolate and the brewing method is sparse, and the empty spring birds persuade the pot. The wine man is easy to handle, and the spring horse has been deep in the apricot blossoms."
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"Yes! It is indeed a good poem." The middle-aged man praised and said with a smile: "Today we are all here with friends, and there are good poems to drink with. It is really a great pleasure in life! Who will own this gold ingot in the end is up to everyone.
Let's decide!" The middle-aged man was powerful, tall, and generous. No matter who recited the poem, no matter it was good or bad, he would greet him with a smile and praise him from time to time, showing his broad mind and heart.
Yang Yanrong could not help but have a great impression of him. Although he could not compose poetry, he had memorized many poems in his head.
He walked forward, smiled, and said: "Brother, you are such an elegant man! Although I am not talented, I can still write a poem. Please comment on it and see if this piece of gold will follow me into my pocket."
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He had an easy-going tone and a smile on his face. When everyone saw what he said was interesting, they all laughed in good faith.
Someone kept urging me below: "Sir, tell me your masterpiece quickly, and the gold will be yours. Don't forget to treat everyone to a drink."
"Haha! Definitely, definitely! Don't worry, everyone, I really want to order this drink today!"
"Haha, thank you so much, sir!" Everyone agreed in unison, hoping that someone would get the piece of gold, but they were not jealous at all. Yang Yanrong knew that the people at this time were simple, although most people in the hall wanted the piece of gold.
Gold, but will not do the deeds of forcibly asking for it.
I smiled slightly and searched in my mind for a moment, and suddenly a good word came to my mind.
I want to recommend books and collect them, brothers and wolf friends, come on and support! I only collected eleven books yesterday, sweat!