"Hahaha, I think so too!"

Fang Yiai laughed insolently, looking too happy.

At this time, Cheng Chumo obviously looked at him unpleasantly, and suddenly said: "I said Fang Er, can you be normal?" You are destined to be a captain in the future, and it is impossible for you to have three wives and four concubines in this life. It's not a good decision for you, is it? If you don't love your wife, be careful of being smoked to death. ”

"Forehead ......"

Fang Yiai stopped talking immediately, and the most critical reason was ruthlessly revealed by Cheng Chumo, and Fang Yiai was a little embarrassed immediately.

"What do you say! I'm going to learn from my dad, okay? ”

Fang Yiai touched her nose a little embarrassed, and then said to Cheng Chumo: "Old Cheng, hurry up and pay the money and let this brother prepare the meal, I'm almost hungry." ”

"You lend me some first, I didn't bring any money, I've been busy all day, I'll give it to you when I get home!"

Cheng Chumo really didn't have any money with him, he went to Pingkangfang to set up a banquet before, but he didn't bring any money with him now.

"He said he would invite me to dinner, but he asked me to pay for it!"

Fang Yiai took out a golden cake from his arms and handed it to Qin Jue, who borrowed the money and walked straight into the manor.

"Isn't he going grocery shopping? How did you get in? ”

Fang Yiai looked at Qin Jue's back with a confused expression, a little unsure of what to say.

"Fang Er, this is a heavenly master, he said that when he buys something, it is possible to use the immortal method to take it directly, and then use the immortal method to send the money to people."

Cheng Chumo patted Fang Yuai's shoulder, and said seriously: "Show yourself well, maybe ask him in the future." ”

"Really?"

Fang Yiai asked with a puzzled expression, "How can you be sure that he is a Heavenly Master?" ”

"Think about it, he is obviously a homeless person like this, he can take out a glass bottle, he can also take out the elixir jade dew, and he can make such delicious things, which shows that he is not an ordinary person!"

Cheng Chumo analyzed it, and Fang Yiai listened to it, and it felt like that was the case, but he always felt that something was not quite right.

At this time, Qin Jue came to the manor and went directly into the living room, where two rows of cases were neatly placed on the ground.

"System, if I buy a table and provide a table?"

“……”

The system was a little speechless, and suddenly said, "Can you eat the table when you eat?" It stands to reason that Lao Tzu shouldn't have provided plates and bottles! What to do, there is a hand in speculation! After everything is eaten and drunk, the plates and bottles are automatically recycled! ”

……

Qin Jue was directly stunned, he didn't expect the system to come suddenly, it was simply a disaster.

However, it was not a big deal for him, he directly took out the gold cake and recharged it into the system, and bought a table of banquets, which cost less than one percent.

Through the system, Qin Jue prepared a table of banquets in an instant, of course, this is the standard of five or six hundred yuan in ordinary rural areas plus a few bottles of two pot heads, it is such a table of banquets, for the people of Datang, these dishes are enough to shock them.

The first is stir-frying, which is enough to make the natives of the Tang Dynasty shocked.

And then there are these two pots, although it is not as strong as suffocating a donkey, but for the ancients who have been drinking low-alcohol wine, this wine is enough.

Looking at the table in front of him, Qin Jue went out directly to call someone.

When everyone entered the living room, they were stunned to see that all the tables had been spliced together, and they were filled with all kinds of dishes that they had never seen before.

"What is this?"

Fang Yiai pointed to a large pot of Dongpo meat in the middle and asked Qin Jue.

"This is Dongpo meat, a dish created by a generation of hidden Confucians, you can try it."

Qin Jue said to Fang Yiai: "Didn't you say that the gentleman is far away from cooking, this dish was created by a serious Confucian." ”

"The Confucian? I don't know what it's called? ”

At this time, a middle-aged man in a long shirt on the side asked Qin Jue.

This person is an official of the Ministry of Rites, named Zhong Ping, in the Tang Dynasty, the Ministry of Rites was not as good as later generations, this guy was idle and had nothing to do, and was wrapped in the love of the house.

As a person from the Ministry of Rites, when he heard that there was a hidden Confucian, his eyes lit up.

I already knew that the former King of Qin, Admiral Tiance, and now the crown prince, Li Er, who was about to ascend the throne and become the emperor, was called a thirsty for talent.

If you recommend a reclusive Confucian, maybe you will enter the eyes of the emperor in the future, and you will be close at hand.

"This person's name is Su Shi, he is a real hermit, you must not know his name."

Qin Jue said lightly in his heart: "If you know this person, then it's hell." ”

"Su Shi?"

Zhong Ping thought about it in his heart, and felt that this name was very unfamiliar, as if he had never heard of it at all.

If it's a great Confucian, the reputation should be like thunder.

Is this reclusive Confucian really so hidden that no one knows him? This shouldn't be possible!

How could there be such a completely reclusive person in this world?

"I wonder what poems have been passed down to the world by this great Confucian?"

Zhong Ping was still not very reconciled, so he asked, he felt that he didn't know the name, and if there was a psalm, he should have heard of it.

As for the lack of psalms and fame, then he cannot be called a recluse at all, at most he is a hermit.

"There is no psalm, but I remember that he was drunk in the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, and made a long and short sentence, do you want to listen to it?"

"Long and short sentences?"

Zhong Ping's brows furrowed, no.

What kind of Confucian? Don't write poems, write long and short sentences?

This person is definitely not a great Confucian, who does not write poems and writes long and short sentences?

Kitschy!

In the Tang Dynasty, poetry was the main theme, and words were only a niche culture, which literati basically looked down on.

Those things are all written and sung by some people with a bit of a level to Sister Yao, and they don't go into the stream.

"Is this man really a great Confucian? If it is a great Confucian, why not write a psalm? ”

Zhong Ping's face was a little uncomfortable, and he said, "I'm afraid this big Confucian is fake." ”

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky. I don't know the heavenly palace, what year is it tonight? I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dance to figure out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world! ”

Qin Jue directly read out the head of the water tune song, and his tone was subdued and frustrating, sonorous and powerful: "Turn Zhu Ge, low Qihu, shine sleepless." There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

Quiet!

Deathly silence!

As soon as the words came out, the people around them fell silent.

Except for Cheng Chumo and Fang Yiai, everyone quieted down.

"Oh my God! Good! ”

Cheng Chumo immediately shouted.

"Where's the good?"

Qin Jue looked at Cheng Chumo in surprise, this old man can also recognize the quality of words?

Yesterday I gave him three poems, and he couldn't remember them, okay?

What the hell is going on today?

"Although I didn't understand, my scalp was numb, and the hairs all over my body stood up, this is definitely a good long and short sentence!"

“……”

Qin Jue had a black line.

What's the matter, Lao Tzu has a water-tune song, what did you listen to?

Horror stories?