Chongming building four eaves seven floors, looking forward to Shou Mountain, looking down at the river, a moment of romantic resort, on the occasion of this autumn high and cool day, visitors are like weaving.

Duanmu Xu was in the crowd, and he also came to the bottom of this Chongming Building. The first to fifth floors are all places where civilians gather to talk and watch the scenery, and they are crowded with people, so they are not crowded. And above the sixth floor, the field of vision is broad, and most of them are occupied by the private rooms of princes and grandsons and wealthy businessmen.

From the first floor to the fifth floor, the end of the wooden sequence edge of the ladder up, finally squeezed to the window, and the state scenery, so prosperous. He was about to savor the beautiful scenery of the river east to Luo, when he found that the crowd began to slowly pour up to the upper floor.

Above the sixth floor, it has long been occupied by the powerful, and it is rare for civilians to have a chance to go up and feast their eyes, but today somehow, it is actually open. Since there was such a good opportunity, he could climb higher, and he naturally did not lag behind, and walked towards the staircase of the sixth floor.

Shi Fang looked at the crowd that was pouring in, and was secretly happy that the boy's errand could finally be handled. Those who want to go upstairs need to be talented scribes, but how to distinguish from their faces whether they have a little ink on their breasts or a bunch of straw bales, he came up with a question, and anyone who can answer one or two of them can go upstairs.

It's a pity that after thousands of calculations, I didn't expect that the crowd was just visiting the grand scene, and most of the people who could really write poetry and literature had already gone to the six floors of the literary name, so why bother to mix in this crowd. Although there are many people who have to go upstairs, there are very few who can pass the level. Shi Fang is still a little anxious, the son is unusually today, he thinks that the top floor is too deserted, and he wants to find some well-educated people to enjoy this beautiful scenery. On the whim of Childe, for a time let him find so many talented scribes, and originally set his eyes on the tourists on the first to fifth floors to see if he could treat a dead horse as a live horse, but it seemed that a dead horse was a dead horse after all, and it could not be saved.

Shi Fang's face gradually sank, and he immediately sent someone to the city to spread the news, this time there should be no one to cheer, but I don't know if this far water can save the near fire, and whether the interest of the son can wait so long.

Two or three people passed the customs and went upstairs one after another, and Shi Fang's face only calmed down slightly. At this time, a person came to the staircase, his head was as big as a bucket, his face was like a full moon, holding a pot, and he walked straight towards the staircase, but Shi Fang did not dare to stop it, and retreated again and again to give up his position, and said to him, "I have seen Pan Gongzi."

The man did not reply, but went upstairs, as if thinking of something, and suddenly stopped. "You didn't follow Shi Jichong's little servant, you didn't go to serve him, why are you standing here?"

"Mr. Pan, my son-in-law is Yaxing today, and I want to invite some erudite people to watch the beautiful scenery and taste poetry, so I will send the small ones here to see if there are like-minded people in this building. ”

"Oh, you have to know poetry to go upstairs?" Pan Zihan raised his voice, and then glanced at the tourists on the fifth floor, "If you want to go upstairs, you don't need to know poetry, you just need to drink." ”

As soon as the words ended, a few of those who wanted to go upstairs but couldn't write poetry responded, "I can drink." But many more did not react, pretending not to hear. In this Bingzhou City, there are some things that can't be done, such as sweeping the face of the little son of the Shi family. The people who want to go up this time are all tourists from other places.

Duanmu is one of them. When he came to the top of the staircase, he heard that he wanted to write well. In the kitchen career of the Zhongshu Lingfu, you can't learn any poetry, even if Uncle Huangfu teaches it, it is mainly scriptures. Even if he is coarse and well-versed, he is far from being a well-educated person. After hearing that Pan Gongzi proposed to drink, he followed.

Wine, he can drink it, and the amount of alcohol is good.

The few people followed Pan Zihan upstairs, and went directly to the seventh floor.

As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the seventh floor, I heard an angry scolding voice not far away, "What kind of bullshit poetry is this, where did this elegant scribe come from?" I saw a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old dressed in brocade clothes kicking a person on the ground.

As if tired of kicking, the young man looked around and said, "Don't deceive me for not reading much, I've heard a lot of poetry, listen to what this bastard writes, others ride big horses, and I straddle the little donkey alone." Looking back on Dan Chai Han, I don't think it's bad. ”

The man lying on the ground got up suddenly, ignoring the footprints on his body, and hurriedly sneered, "The son is talented, and it is beyond the reach of my generation." ”

"Malu, you are really riding a donkey's life, no matter how you kick and beat, you can admit your mistakes quickly. Have a seat. ”

"That's Childe Masashi. I was born to ride a donkey, and I blame my father, who was originally surnamed Ma, but he wanted to give me a Lu character. Malu Malu, isn't it just a donkey? Namalu sighed with a distressed look.

This explanation made Shi Jichong laugh. Seeing Childe smile, everyone next to him also laughed.

"If I kick you a few times, then I will be rewarded with ten taels of silver, otherwise I won't even be able to ride a donkey." ”

"Xie Gongzi rewards. The crowd laughed again.

Pan Zihan carried the wine jug, chose the other side of the top floor to sit down, and then said to the people who followed behind him, "It's better to be vassally elegant than to drink." Come, go and prepare a wine cup, and have a good drink today. "On this top floor, there are naturally people to serve. Hearing Pan Zihan's order, someone went to prepare an object for drinking.

When he reached the seventh layer, Duanmu Xu paid attention to it, not the scenery, but the people. I still remember that before leaving Xianjing, Uncle Huangfu once advised, "After all, the dormant vision of the first sixteen years is still limited, there are too few people in contact, and too few things are seen." Joining the army is also growth. Look at people more and think more about things, otherwise in the future, you will only have an empty body of force and a reckless man. ”

Shi Jichong's young arrogance, Ma Lu's flattery, each has its own role, and the person next to him is really a drunkard?

After the wine cup was ready, Pan Zihan said, "I have always been used to drinking alone, and today I drink in a group, so I might as well make a wine order, but those poems and the like will be exempted." Just take a dice to grab the red. ”

Everyone followed upstairs to see the beautiful scenery and drink some wine, and they all happily agreed.

The wine supervisor has filled the wine cup, and there are many people who have good wine, and as soon as the wine is in the cup, they will call for good wine. When Pan Zihan heard this, he was also very happy. Today is just a spontaneous act, and I never thought that I would really meet a few like-minded people. "Upstairs in Chongming, the autumn is high and refreshing, and you should drink this autumn dew. ”

The dice were ready, the wine supervisor gave the order, and everyone threw them in order. The so-called red grabbing, if you see red, you will be exempted, and if you don't have red, you will be punished.

When it was Duanmuxu's turn, he threw four reds at once, monopolizing the leader and avoiding drinking. Everyone admired it, good luck. The wine order continued, and the others either threw two reds at the same time, or three reds were the first to be released, and of course there were no reds.

The fragrance of autumn dew and white wine is overflowing, and the wine jar is gradually decreasing, and the laughter and noise gradually sound, the dice grab the red, and the wine moistens the throat, so happy.