Liu Mingzhi is homesick, not the home of the Great Dragon Dynasty, but the home on earth.

Thinking about his parents at home, thinking about his brothers and friends at home, and thinking about all the people who have a relationship with him, Liu Mingzhi never knew that he was also a sentimental person.

Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, Liu Mingzhi gently drank a glass of water and wine: "I haven't cried for a long time, I thought I was strong enough, but when the bad news suddenly came, I found that I was also so fragile, the man didn't flick his tears, but he didn't get to the sad place." ”

After finishing speaking, he poured a big sip of wine: "Xiao Song, the four treasures of the study are served, and the young master wants to use poetry to express his lyrics." ”

Liu Song looked at the already drunk young master worriedly: "Young master, you are drunk, let's go and rest for the night first, if you are homesick, we can go back immediately, little young master, Miss will be very happy." ”

Liu Song's words stimulated Liu Mingzhi's tear ducts, and finally Liu Mingzhi couldn't help but cry: "I can't go back, it's too late, I can't go back, take the four treasures of the study." ”

"Young Master, you?"

"Liu Song, you are so bold, do you want to be a slave and bully your master? Do you dare not listen to me? Liu Mingzhi lived up to the blandness of the past, and looked at Liu Song with anger in his eyes.

Liu Song knelt on the ground with a plop when he heard this: "Young master, forgive the sin, Xiao Song eats the bear's heart and leopard gall and does not dare to be a slave and bully the master, Xiao Song will go to get the four treasures of the study." ”

Stubborn Liu Mingzhi, Liu Song got up and opened the book basket and took out the high-grade Zihao Xuan pen, Zihao is very valuable, how many people can't ask for treasures, Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty once wrote the popular "Zihao Pen Poem" Jiang Shangshi has an old rabbit, eat Liu Yingquan raw Zihao. Xuancheng workers took it as a pen, picking up a penny out of tens of millions.

Later, someone once said: "When Xuancheng enters the pen every year, the price of Zihao is as expensive as gold." ”

Liu Zhi'an, as the richest man in Jiangnan, although it is nothing to buy this money, but it also paid a lot of price, sometimes it is really not possible to buy everything, and some things are priceless.

Even though it was hard to find money, Liu Zhian still handed over Zihao to his son without hesitation, and his expectations for his son were obvious.

The inkstone is also not an ordinary product, but it is the end inkstone at the head of the four major inkstones, the end inkstone has been solid in stone since ancient times, lubricated, delicate, and well-known in the world, the end inkstone grinding is not sluggish, and the ink is fast for one of the calligraphers' favorite inkstones.

Liu Song carefully put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk in front of Liu Mingzhi and began to grind, from time to time to see if Liu Mingzhi could still stand up.

Liu Mingzhi picked up the best Zihao prepared by Liu Song drunkenly, shook his unconscious mind a few times, and subconsciously began to splash ink on the rice paper.

"Silent Night Thoughts."

"The bright moonlight in front of the window is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown. ”

After finishing the words in his mouth, the purple hao in his hand was completed overnight, and he wrote four lines of poetry in a dashing manner. I have to say that although Liu Mingzhi is a little stubborn, but since he was a child, Liu Zhi'an has been very strict with his family education, and Liu Mingzhi still writes a good calligraphy.

The four lines of poetry were sprinkled by Liu Mingzhi's cursive pen, but Liu Mingzhi only wrote according to his own consciousness, and his brain was already in chaos.

"Liu Song, do you know the Tang Sect and Song Ancestor? Do you know Genghis Khan? Do you know Li Bai? Have you heard of Du Fu? ”

Liu Song hurriedly hugged the sleepy Liu Mingzhi: "Young master, you drank too much, what Tang Sect and Song Ancestor Li Bai Dufu, Xiao Song has never heard of it." ”

"Hiccup, hiccup."

Liu Mingzhi burped twice: "It's good that I haven't heard of it, then I'll be relieved." ”

After speaking, he continued to write with a pen, and in the spring of the twenty-sixth year of Xuande of the Great Dragon Dynasty, Liu Mingzhi of Dangyang Academy looked at the moon and felt the pen.

After speaking, he lifted the wine jug in a daze and walked to the windowsill: "Chang'e, I toast you with a glass below, and bring my thoughts to my relatives, you must be very lonely alone above the moon, and I feel the same way below." ”

The crisp sound of the flute came, interrupting the sad Liu Mingzhi, who forcibly opened his drunken and hazy eyes and listened carefully to the melodious and moving flute.

The flute sound was melodious and tactful, and gradually reached the climax stage, Liu Mingzhi suddenly laughed lightly, smiled very happily, and walked to the desk leisurely. stopped Liu Song, who wanted to step forward to help: "No need to help, the young master is not drunk yet." ”

Liu Mingzhi held the brush against his lower lip, thought for a while, and began to write "Listening to the Flute in Jinling on a Spring Night".

Whose jade flute flew darkly, scattered into the spring breeze full of Jinling. In this nocturne, I smell the willows, who can't afford the love of the old garden.

In the spring of the twenty-sixth year of Xuande, when Liu Mingzhi heard the willow song outside the window, he was moved to give poems to tourists who traveled to other places.

Then Zihao Xuan pen was placed on the pen stand, and lay back precariously, Liu Mingzhi was finally unable to resist the intoxication of drunkenness, and fell asleep.

Liu Song hurriedly picked up the young master, carried him to the bed, took off Liu Mingzhi's shoes and covered the quilt and shook his head slightly.

"The old man is right, the young master is really like a child who doesn't grow up."

Such old-fashioned words came out of the mouth of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, full of joy.

"When I left home and went back, my hometown voice has not changed, and my sideburns have declined. When the children don't know each other, they smile and ask where the guests are from. I have been away from my hometown for a long time, and I have been half-worn recently. Only the mirror lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves. Woo woo, no Li Bai Du Fu, no Tang Zong and Song Zu, woo woo, the master's 1,000 taels, the master's soybean milk fritters, the master's one-stop service, the old liar, the master's 1,000 taels are gone. After saying this, Liu Mingzhi fell asleep deeply.

Liu Song was silent for a moment, got up and walked to the desk, carefully put away the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and then took out a set of ordinary four treasures of the study.

Liu Song picked up the pen for a moment and finally made up his mind to start writing, and the neat block letters jumped on the paper, leaving home at a young age.......

Wen Renzheng stood behind Wen Ren Yunshu in a robe: "Yun Shu girl, the night is cold, don't blow the flute." ”