"If you want snow in the evening, you can drink a glass of nothing!"

Cui Jingzhi still maintained the movement of holding the cup, but a pair of eyes had already stared at Xiao Hanleng in a daze, and even the wine in the cup was spilled on his legs, and he was still unaware.

"This man, stupid?" Xiao Dong, who was standing behind Xiao Han, saw Lord Thorn Shi who seemed to be petrified, and muttered impatiently.

He is different from Cui Jingzhi, Cui Jingzhi was born in Xingyang Zheng's family, and he has read poetry and books since he was a child, and he has the most profound feelings about such good sentences.

And Xiaodong was born in an ordinary family, although he used to have some money and provided him with literacy and reading, but when it comes to the foundation, it is too far away, so he only thinks that his Hou Ye's poems are very good, and he doesn't think about it deeply.

Long!

Just when Xiao Han couldn't help it and wanted to test whether Cui Jingzhi had fainted, he slammed the table, stood up from the cushion, and said with a light in his eyes:

"What a poem! Concise and subtle, relaxed and free, between the verses, the meaning is connected, and it is coherent in one go! Good poetry! For the sake of this poem, when the floating is white! ”

As he spoke, Cui Jingzhi reached out and was about to grab the wine glass, but he found out that his wine glass was in an unconscious state just now, and he didn't know where he threw it, and he couldn't find it at all!

But there is no wine glass, and it can't stop Cui Jingzhi's excitement!

He looked around, and then looked at Xiao Han, who was startled, and simply lifted the wine jug directly, and poured several sips at the spout, and then put down the wine jug, wiped his mouth and laughed:

"Whew!! Joyfully! Wine! Good poetry! Xiao Hou Shiwen's name is indeed worthy of its name!

With this scene in this house, I blurted out this talent, looking at the whole Tang Dynasty, the old man dared to say, I will never find a second person who can match you! No, I have to write it down quickly, in case I get drunk and forget this poem, I will definitely regret it for life! ”

As he spoke, regardless of where Xiao Han was still holding a wine glass, the master had already run to the inside, spread out the paper, splashed ink, and began to transcribe the poem he had just recited.

"Boom"

Long Feifeng danced to write the whole poem, Cui Jingzhi threw away the pen, carefully lifted the paper, squinted and read back and forth several times, but always felt that something was missing, and then took a closer look, only to find that something was wrong, it turned out that there was only a poem on it, no name!

So he hurriedly raised his head and asked Xiao Han outside: "By the way, the name of this poem is Hou Ye?" ”

How dare Xiao Han say that it's called asking Liu Nineteen? I had to touch my nose and said, "Ask Cui Tingshi!" ”

Cui Jingzhi was stunned when he heard this, and hurriedly waved his hand: "Ask the old man?" Oh, Master Hou, you can torture the old man, such a good poem, where does the old man dare to name it? ”

Xiao Han rolled his eyes, pointed at him and said, "Who asked you to name him?" I mean, this poem is called asking Cui Tingshi! ”

"Huh? Oh! I see! Haha, it's the old man who is stupid, the old man is stupid! ”

At this time, Cui Jingzhi was stunned at first, and then suddenly realized!

He didn't figure it out until this time: Who is Xiao Han drinking with today? Follow him!

In the poem, the late day wants snow, can you drink a cup of nothing? Who is asking? It's him, too!

Then the name of this poem, isn't it asked about Cui Tingshi? What other name could be appropriate besides this? ”

"A drink, in exchange for a poem, this business! It's worth it! ”

Thinking of this, Cui Jingzhile almost laughed off his big teeth! Quickly picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and neatly wrote the four words "Ask Cui Thorn History" on the paper, and then held the paper again, just like holding a priceless treasure!

However, this is indeed a treasure! A treasure that can make people go down in history!

Cui Jingzhi may not have thought of it now: just because of this poem, his famous name in Cui Thorn History, until thousands of years later, there are still people who remember it!

This kind of encounter that has been passed down through the ages because of a poem, throughout the ages, it is estimated that there is only one lucky person, Wang Lun can be compared with one of them.

"Ahem, Brother Liu Nineteen, I'm really sorry! But don't worry, Mr. Bai Juyi is talented, and he will definitely write another poem for you, Amen, no wonder! ”

looked at the overjoyed Cui Jingzhi, and thought about Liu Shijiu, who was probably not born yet, the "plagiarism" master Xiao Han had to drink a full glass of wine to apologize to this poor man.

Hey, who told you to be late? It's no wonder I'm not, right? Do you have the ability to wear in front of me and beat me?!

Xiao Han was looking for a reason to argue for his shameless plagiarism, and on the other hand, Cui Jingzhi resisted the urge to immediately call someone to find a craftsman to frame the poem, and returned to the table and sat down.

"Hey, there's no more wine? I'll pour you the wine! ”

Seeing that there was no wine in Xiao Han's cup, Cui Jingzhi, who was still excited, was busy pouring wine for him again.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Han saw his movements, quickly covered the cup, and waved his hand again and again: "Don't!" A glass has been drunk, and the excitement has arrived! If you drink more, it will belong to the cow drink, which will inevitably weaken the artistic conception! ”

When Cui Jingzhi heard this, his hand pouring wine stopped in mid-air.

If this was before, he would definitely scoff at this, drinking tea has a cow drink indecent, how can there be such a rule for drinking? Isn't it all about the more bold the better?

However, he was shocked by Xiao Han's poem just now, and even listening to what he said now, he felt that it made extra sense!

"Sure enough, it's a great poet! The pursuit of this artistic conception is really beyond the reach of ordinary people like us! ”

Putting down the wine glass in admiration, Cui Jingzhi didn't expect Xiao Han not to drink at all, not because of that bullshit artistic conception, but because this pot of wine had been blown by him on the bottle, and Xiao Han disliked it!

The poems were delivered, the wine was drunk, and the scene was quiet.

Xiao Han looked at Lao Cui, who still looked like he was worshipping, and suddenly felt a little lost.

If it doesn't work, you have to say things quickly, lest you don't do the right thing, but you are taken advantage of.

Thinking of this, Xiao Han coughed lightly, looked at the gradually darkening sky outside the window, and pretended to ask casually: "Ahem, it is said that Ruixue is a good year, and there have been a few heavy snowfalls in Yangzhou this winter!" I've heard other people say at home that there hasn't been so much snow in Yangzhou in previous years, so it seems that the crops must be growing well after the beginning of spring! ”

Cui Jingzhi didn't doubt him at all, and said with a smile and arched his hand to follow his words: "Haha, thank Xiao Hou's blessing!" As soon as you come, even the heavens are looking after you, and with these heavy snowfalls, this year's New Year is definitely better than last year! ”

"Hehe, what's my business, Cui Tingshi really put a top hat on me!" Xiao Han smiled modestly, suddenly changed his words, and asked again: "By the way, there was a locust plague in Guanzhong last year, do you know?" ”

"The old man knows a thing or two about this!" Cui Jingzhi heard Xiao Han talk about this, a smile suddenly faded on his face, and he shook his head and said, "Hey, I heard that this locust plague has spread widely, and Your Majesty has swallowed a few locusts alive for this!" I'd rather let locusts eat my heart and lungs than harm the people of Datang! ”