With this opening remark, it will be much easier to continue, Lu Yu stammered, that was to a stranger, and now he is no longer a stranger with Li Huizhi, and Li Huizhi's sycophants are very attentive, and they can faintly talk about the future and ideals together. Lu Yu spoke much more smoothly.

Li Huizhi finally got to the point: "Lu Gong, have you finished writing the "Book of Tea"? I admire it very much, can you give me a copy? ”

Lu Yu was stunned: "What's the matter with the Book of Tea?" ”

Belch...... Oops, is there a mistake in the chronology, Lu Yu has not yet started to write the ancient doctrine "The Book of Tea"? Embarrassed......

“…… That is, I don't know if Lu Gong started to want to write a book, and then write your experience and research over the years into a complete set of books, so that future generations can also understand your spirit and your perception of tea. "And writing books can also be sold for money, tea saint! Li Huizhi didn't dare to say this last sentence, because people had already said that if you don't envy gold or jade, you can't open any pot and mention which pot.

"You...... This one...... That's a good idea, I ...... I wrote...... A few...... Essay notes, that is...... It's just a whimsical idea to ...... them Make up a ......, your idea is really good! Lu Yu thought about it, and actually agreed with Li Huizhi's Jianyì, and he also thought that the name "The Book of Tea" was very good.

"The Book of Songs" and "The Book of Tea" look so tall and tall together.

Li Huizhi felt that she had a certain way.

As we were talking about it, the people who were fighting poetry suddenly let out a cheer in unison. The scene seemed to be boiling.

Only then did Li Huizhi remember that she was in the poetry club. She looked over there and it turned out to be Huangfu Ran and another talented man surnamed Liu who had come up with an amazing poem, which shocked everyone present.

Of course, Li Huizhi didn't know Huangfu Ran, she only learned about it when she heard other people's discussions.

The so-called fighting poems, Li Huizhi also knows now, it turned out to be a contest between two people, for a topic, one person writes a sentence, within a certain period of time, if you can't take it, you have to admit defeat. Of course, it is needless to say that the rhythm of the battle is quite neat, and those who can enter this Qingyuan are not general, and there is no need to talk about the rules.

And on the piece of paper pasted on the wall, there is a seven-sentence poem written, that is to say, they have been fighting for seven rounds, and how many thrilling and shocking scenes have been experienced in it, Li Huizhi, a tourist, has unfortunately missed it.

The Eagle Ridge is lush and the Dragon Palace is lonely.

The floor views the sea day, and the door is on the tide of Zhejiang.

Guizi falls in the middle of the month, and the sky is fragrant and the clouds float out.

The tower is far away, and the spring is far away.

The frost is thin and the flowers are more hairy, and the ice leaves are not withered.

The age is still different, and the search is right to clean up the hustle and bustle.

Wait to enter Tiantai Road and see the Yudu Stone Bridge.

The master has made a move, and he knows the winner with just one move. There are now seven sentences on the field, which shows that the winner has been decided, so it has aroused people's shouts.

The master has made a move, and the spectator also needs to be a master, so that he can appreciate the wonders of the period. For example, a person who does not understand the five tones at all, there is actually no difference between the sound of the piano and the thunder in the sky. Playing the piano against a cow is not applauded.

And the audience at the scene is obviously a master, and where is the magic between the lines, they all have their own qualities, so there are many on-site evaluations, and there are all kinds of praises.

A person who enjoyed watching it next to him also explained from the side: "Huangfu Ran and that Liu Gongzi have both gone to swim in the West Lake, but it has been at least half a year since now, and I can't imagine that they can still recall the situation at that time, and come up with such a unique song "Lingyin Temple" in late autumn." This poem should become a famous poem through the ages, and today's fighting poems are also worthy of praise through the ages. ”

The people next to him nodded in agreement.

Although Huangfu Ran won, the people of that Liu Gongzi would never dare to underestimate him. Those who dare to put forward fighting poems in front of everyone's eyes like this are by no means comparable to ordinary people. Everyone is self-aware.

Even Li Huizhi, who is not good at ancient Chinese, also shouted excitedly on this occasion. It's like watching a football game, where female viewers usually don't look good at watching it on TV, but if you let her to the scene, it's definitely her who shouts the loudest! Although she may not be able to tell which side won until she finished watching it, or who committed a foul for what.

The man who explained looked at the many people who agreed with him, and thought that he must have spoken very well, so he was greatly encouraged, and began to tell a good story he had heard before.

He said that in the Kaiyuan period of Xuanzong, Wang Changling, Gao Shi, and Wang Zhilian met one day, and they were all depressed at that time.

On that day, it was snowing lightly. The three of them discussed, how about drinking some wine together?

So they agreed, and they entered a restaurant.

Soon after sitting down, there were suddenly more than a dozen courtesans in the pear orchard, led by the officials, and went upstairs to meet guests. So, the three poets went into the room to avoid the noise. Not long after, four young girls came in, all of whom were famous courtesans in Kyoto at that time.

Anyway, sitting is boring, and there is no money to invite courtesans to come over to pass the time, so Wang Changling mentioned to Gao Shi and Wang Zhilian: "The three of us are all famous for our poems, and we can't tell the difference." Now we are here to eavesdrop on the singing of the courtesans, and whoever has the most poems to be sung will be the best. ”

All three said yes.

After a while, a courtesan sang: "The cold rain and the river enter Wu at night, and the guests are sent to Chushan Gu in Pingming." Luoyang relatives and friends asked each other, and a piece of ice was in the jade pot. This is Wang Changling's "Furong House Sends Xin Gradually". So, Wang Changling drew a picture on the wall with his hand and said: "This is a quatrain of mine"!

After a while, a courtesan sang: "Open the door with tears, see the book of the day before the king." How lonely is the night platform, it is still Ziyunju. This is Gao Shishi's "Crying Single Father Liang Jiu Shaofu". So, Gao Shi also painted on the wall with his hand and said: "This is my quatrain"!

The third one sang "The broom is open to the golden palace, and the strong general fan is half wandering." The jade face is not as good as the color of the jackdaw, and it still brings the shadow of the sun", this is Wang Changling's "Long Letter and Autumn Words". So, Wang Changling proudly painted another song on the wall: "It's another piece of music."

However, there was never a courtesan singing the poems written by the king. But Wang Zhilian was not in a hurry, and said to Gao Shi and Wang Changling slowly: "These people who sing your poems are all some down-and-out musicians, and they can only sing some words of 'Lower Riba People'. My poem is the song of 'spring and white snow', how dare vulgar things approach? Then he pointed to one of them, dressed in purple and the most beautiful and unworldly, and said, "If it were not for my poems, I would not dare to compete with them for the rest of my life." If it is my poem, the son should worship under the bed and serve me as a teacher. ”

The three of them laughed and waited in the room. When the courtesan sang, she said, "The Yellow River is far above the white clouds...... Wang Zhilian smiled and said to Wang Changling and the others: "Hillbillies, I'm not wrong!" And they all laughed.

It turned out that this was his famous "Liangzhou Ci": The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, a lonely city and ten thousand mountains. Why should Qiang Di complain about the willows, the spring breeze does not pass the jade gate.

As soon as his story was finished, everyone who listened to it couldn't help but laugh.

Although I don't know if it's true, but this storyteller is really a good hand, every time he talks about a person, he will simulate his demeanor, sometimes proud, sometimes smiling, sometimes humble, sometimes disdainful, just like a modern talk show as wonderful, how can everyone not laugh when they hear it?

This is a good story for all talents, but for Li Huizhi, it is like a myth, those characters who seem to be mythical, at this moment, they are said in the mouths of ordinary people casually and laughing, what is this feeling?

It's like stepping on the clouds on the soles of your feet, too light and unreal.

As soon as the story was finished here, there was cheering over there, and Li Huizhi looked at it, and it turned out that the woman walking the dog had drawn a "Spring Picture of Jiangnan". Her colors are very delicate, her vision is also very unique, and even some unexpected things are added to it, so the picture is very novel and interesting, so she has also won the praise of everyone.

Li Huizhi has a little regret, if she had even a little artistic cell, she would definitely benefit a lot on such an occasion. It's like going to one of the best libraries in the world with everything, but this person is illiterate, so he won't benefit at all, which is a pity.

Li Huizhi saw a familiar face, and that face walked towards her.

That face once asked himself, "I wonder what you're good at?" So he replied, "Does a nymphomaniac count?" ”

Li Huizhi wanted to dodge, but that face had already come to her.

"This miss, I wonder if we are all lucky enough to be able to watch your masterpiece?" She asked very genuinely.

Looking at you, Li Huizhi wants to scold it very much. Why do you keep staring at yourself? I'm just a tourist! If you want to enjoy the flowers, you can enjoy it, there are so many handsome guys here, you can look at it! You're welcome.

However, it is not ......

The person who listened to the story here happened to have nothing to do, and by the way, he also turned his face around.

As soon as the scene was quiet, it became even quieter, and even those who were chatting in the distance heard that there was silence here, and thought that something had happened, so they all stopped, and turned their faces to this side together.

So, the whole hall fell silent. Everyone looked this way.

Li Huizhi looked frightened, how could this be? How did you somehow become the focus? Aren't you fighting poetry well? Go ahead and get busy! Leave me alone.

Liu Nianqing then thought that she hadn't seen Li Huizhi before, and she felt very guilty and blamed herself for being negligent. There are a lot of guests today, and Li Huizhi is a newcomer, no one knows anyone, so it is inevitable that she will be a little unable to let go. I really should take care of myself a little more.

So she walked over, took Li Huizhi's hand, and said sincerely: "Sister Li, my little sister is really sluggish today, and I don't know if my sister likes it here?" ”

What a delicate girl! But you don't care if I like it or not, you go and get busy with yours, you let these people get busy quickly, leave me alone!

How can these words be said in front of a group of talented people? Although I don't know anyone myself. xh:.74.240.212