Chapter Eighty-Five: A Shoal of Gulls and Herons

"Two brothers, shall I go to another place for a drink? How's it like to drink it? Li Qingzhao disguised herself as a man, bowed her hand, and pursed her lips and smiled.

What? She still drinks? Li Sanjian looked at Li Qingzhao stunned when he heard this, I really don't know what this little girl is doing when she drinks? Can she stand it? Li Sanjian has drunk countless times, of course, he knows that the alcohol content here is not high, mainly mash wine or rice wine, but no matter what, after all, wine is wine, drinking too much will hurt the body, and drinking too much will deform the body, Li Sanjian doesn't want the graceful and eye-catching Li Qingzhao's body to be deformed, quite a big belly...

"What do you see? How? Can't you? Can't a woman drink alcohol? Li Qingzhao saw Li Sanjian's thief eyes shuttling back and forth on his body again, so he glanced at Li Sanjian angrily.

Where did Li Qingzhao know that Li Sanjian had so many filthy thoughts... If he knew, he would have kicked Li Sanjian downstairs, and from then on he would cut off his robe and break off his friendship with this prodigal son...

"Cai, Li Hanren, Miss Li, there is a place to go, the environment is extremely elegant, how about I wait for this?" Zhao Mingcheng on the side said excitedly.

Zhao Mingcheng is 17 years old this year, only one year older than Li Sanjian.

Zhao Mingcheng is the son of Zhao Ting, a servant of the imperial court, who was born in an official eunuch family, and is said to be a member of the Zhao clan, but it is only outside the five suits, or even seven or eight suits.

Although Zhao Mingcheng is more arrogant and lofty, he is not bad, Li Sanjian will win the championship, although Zhao Mingcheng is a little unconvinced, but he still admires Li Sanjian's literary talent.

Zhao Mingcheng was also listening to the play in Goolan this day, and happened to see Li Sanjian and Li Qingzhao, Zhao Mingcheng used the excuse to talk to the two, and the three of them were teenagers, so they quickly became acquainted.

"Brother Defu, please, little lady Li, please." Li San glared at Zhao Mingcheng hatefully and said.

Originally, Li Sanjian and Li Qingzhao's "two-person world" was very pleasant, talking and laughing, but such a thing came in out of thin air, and Li Qingzhao didn't seem to be disgusted with this person, which made Li Sanjian depressed.

It's not going to force this annoying person away, is it? If this is the case, it will seem that Li Sanjian is too petty, and he will be looked down upon by Li Qingzhao.

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Zhao Mingcheng led Li Sanjian and Li Qingzhao to a wine shop on the bank of the Bianhe River.

Located on the banks of the Bianhe River, you can see the trees with a little snowflakes and the clear and translucent water with a little bit of ice, the winter is about to pass, the spring is coming, the ice and snow are melting, and you can even see some egrets foraging by the river.

Li Sanjian, Zhao Mingcheng, and Li Qingzhao sat on the shore, roasting the stove, drinking hot wine, singing and singing, and drinking very comfortably.

Before Cheng Zhu's science was flourishing, the Song Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty were still relatively open, especially the restraint on women was not so powerful, so at this time, two men and a woman sitting together drinking were not so eye-catching, and it would not make people feel shocked, others just felt that it was just some young men and women drinking and playing together.

"Li Hanren, it's your turn." When the wine was half-drunk, Zhao Mingcheng said to Li Sanjian.

The three agreed that each person must tell an allusion, and it must be related to the things of ghosts and gods, and if they can't say it, they will be fined three glasses of wine.

Zhao Mingcheng said an allusion in "Sou Shen Ji", and Li Qingzhao said an allusion in "Youminglu", both of which made the three of them laugh, and also attracted the attention of some drinkers, and even some drinkers stopped listening to the three of them talking and laughing.

Li Sanjian was drunk at this time, and his head was already a little dizzy, and he had long forgotten what he said to Li Qingzhao when he hooked the bar, so he spread his hands and said: "I really can't think of any allusions to ghosts and gods, what can I do?" ”

"Haha" Zhao Mingcheng smiled when he heard this: "Where is the wit of Li Hanren's Lantern Club?" But it really can't work, so I asked Li Hanren to drink three cups. ”

"Drink it, drink it..." Isn't it just a glass of rice wine like mash? Li Sanjian secretly said in his heart, thinking that Wu Song's three bowls were not good back then, his martial brother drank more than ten bowls of wine in one go, and he could kill a tiger, although he couldn't beat the tiger, but what did it matter if he poured some more wine?

Wu Song? When Li Sanjian thought of this, he couldn't help but be shocked, isn't Wu Song a person of this era? Is there really a Wu Song in the world? If so, where is he now?

There are also Song Jiang, Fang La, Wu Yong, Song Huizong, Cai Taishi, Tong Guan, Gao Yu and other famous people, where are they?

Li Sanjian's previous understanding of Song was limited to "Water Margin"...

"No, no." Li Sanjian had just drunk a glass of wine, and Li Qingzhao was not happy, so he said: "A manly man, how can you be untrustworthy? In the tick box, you promised to tell an allusion to a ghost and god thing, why do you regret it now? ”

"This..." Li Sanjian replied hesitantly: "If I just don't say it, can I?" ”

"No way!" Li Qingzhao and Zhao Mingcheng said in unison.

Li Sanjian glanced at Zhao Mingcheng, when did he start to look at Li Qingzhao? Like a fucking echo worm...

"So I've already had a glass of wine, huh? And how? Li Sanjian still wants to play tricks.

Li Qingzhao glanced at Li Sanjian, and then drank all the wine in the cup and said, "I'll pay you a cup." ”

Li Sanjian couldn't deny it, so he had to search his intestines and scrape his stomach, he pondered for a long time, and after a long time, he said: "In this way, I will tell you an allusion to a Chinese ghost story." ”

"A Chinese Ghost Story?" Hearing this, Li Qingzhao asked curiously, "Is it a matter of ghosts and gods?" ”

"Of course." Li Sanjian nodded and said: "This allusion is composed of three allusions, which one are you willing to listen to?" "Weichang

"Listen to all three." Li Qingzhao and Zhao Mingcheng said together.

"Three?" Li Sanjian shook his head when he heard this: "Let me say all three, aren't you going to tire me to death?" ”

"You... Why are you so troublesome, do you want to say it? Li Qingzhao pushed Li Sanjian angrily.

"Haha, Li Hanren." Zhao Mingcheng smiled and turned around and instructed the little servant: "Come on, a few more pots of good wine, Han Ren, I see that you are also a refreshing person, why are you so verbose now?" ”

"Once upon a time, there was a scholar named Ning Caichen, who failed in the imperial examination, so he collected accounts for others for a living, but he was a weak scholar, and where is the account in this world so easy to collect? So the impoverished Ning Sheng stayed overnight in the ghost temple Lanruo Temple, met the chivalrous Yan Chixia, the two became neighbors, Ning Sheng stayed at Lanruo Temple at night, suddenly met a stunning woman, and came to the door in the middle of the night. Li Sanjian had no choice but to tell the story in his previous memory, Li Sanjian told it eloquently, and what he said was extremely exciting, which made Zhao Mingcheng and Li Qingzhao listen to it like crazy, not only Zhao Mingcheng and Li Qingzhao listened to it, but even the drinkers sitting next to him also listened to it.

"Ten miles of Pinghu is full of frost, and every inch of green silk is sad. Look at the moon-shaped single look at each other, only envy the mandarin duck and not the immortal. Li Sanjian said at the end.

"Ten miles of Pinghu is full of frost, and every inch of green silk is sad. Look at the moon-shaped single look at each other, only envy the mandarin duck and not the immortal! Li Qingzhao supported his chin with both hands, repeated it and muttered: "What a beautiful poem! ”

"What happened?" Zhao Mingcheng asked anxiously.

"Later, in order to block the sporadic sunlight in the house, Ning Caichen couldn't see Xiao Qian for the last time, and the two were in tears, and finally Xiao Qian said 'goodbye' to Ning Caichen, and went into her ashes, Ning Caichen and Yan Chixia buried Xiao Qian in a safe place, and Xiao Qian was reincarnated." Li Sanjian replied.

"They... Are they still not together in the end? Li Qingzhao also asked.

Li Sanjian shook his head when he heard the words and replied: "People and ghosts have different paths, how can people and ghosts live together?" But... But the second allusion is related to this, and again, to know what happened next, please listen to the next breakdown. ”

Li Sanjian said and couldn't help laughing.

"You... You... It will sell off. Li Qingzhao was so angry that he pushed Li Sanjian hard and said, "Do you want to say it?" Don't say I'll ignore you again. ”

Zhao Mingcheng also glared at Li Sanjian with hatred.

"Okay, okay, I say, I say yes." Li Sanjian then told the two of them all in one breath about the Chinese Ghost Story trilogy, and both of them looked at Li Sanjian in a daze after listening to it, and were silent for a long time.

They had never heard such a poignant story of people and ghosts, and at this time, both of them were reminiscing about Li Sanjian's story in their hearts.

At this time, Li Sanjian had already drunk more than a dozen glasses of wine in a row, and his tongue was a little big, and his face was as red as a monkey's ass...

"Daodao! Road! Daodao! Li Sanjian then knocked on the wooden table with chopsticks.

"What are you doing?" Li Qingzhao asked in surprise.

"Dao Dao!" Li Sanjian glanced at Li Qingzhao with a smile, and suddenly sang loudly: "The world of red dust is full of fog. Looking for the road to find me, thousands of miles, ask who is good, the wind in the road, is my future. The sand is urgent like a knife, the wind is also crazy and angry to make people frown and bow their heads, rush into the long road, all by will, carry out my Lingyun step, stride forward, take the right road, find it, find the road and pride, not afraid of the wind like a fast knife Not afraid of the wind like a fast knife Not afraid of the wind like a fast knife, not afraid of the wind like a fast knife, not afraid of the sand and dust obstacles, the vast world, open up my red dust road, stride forward every day, one day, get the road and pride. ”

Li Sanjian has been singing very well, his tone fluctuates greatly from low to high, and he sings vigorously and magnificently, and he sings for three days.

And such a tune, there is no such tune in this world at all, where have Li Qingzhao and others heard it? This made Li Qingzhao and the others suddenly listen to it again, and the heart-wrenching song made Li Qingzhao and the others listen to it like crazy.

This person is really a celestial man! That's what everyone around me thinks.

"Color! Color! Color! ”

"If Xiao Langjun goes to the hook bar, it will definitely cause a sensation!"

The surrounding crowd also erupted in bursts of cheers.

At this time, Li Sanjian was already drunk, and the more he sang, the happier he became, he hadn't been so happy for a long time, so he jumped on the riverside and continued to sing with his throat, but...

It's just that Li Sanjian got carried away, slipped under his feet, and fell into the river with a thud, startling the egrets by the river to stir their wings, fluttering everywhere.

Li Qingzhao was stunned when he saw this, and couldn't help laughing loudly.

"Fight for the crossing, startle a shoal of gulls and herons!" Li Qingzhao smiled breathlessly.

Li Sanjian stood in the water, and he also looked at Li Qingzhao in a daze...

That's how this sentence came about? Li Sanjian said secretly in his heart.

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"Let's go!" Not far away, a masked woman sighed and said to the maid beside her.

"Master," the maid said indignantly: "The master still thinks of her as a sister, but she... ”