Chapter Seventy-Three: The Wine Girl

"Qingmei, Qingmei! Yours is the real thing,

Think of the men who have had crooked thoughts about you,

You've poured it all under the table! ＂

Wu Daxiong sighed.

"Miss Amei, I, I want to take you away from here.

May I? Wu Daxiong asked drunkenly.

"Hahaha, the gentleman laughed.

Let me tell you a story!

Two years ago, there was a guest.

He looks like he is about fifty years old, and he claims to be surnamed Liu.

The first contact we drank three glasses of wine,

As a result of his excitement, he wrote a poem.

Young and drunk,

He once learned to be a celebrity maniac.

There should be many good places,

Ink is an ancient incense.

has been accustomed to the hot and cool state,

Ann is busy with the world.

The day of the storm and thunder,

The sword qi is hidden in the poetry bag.

"Hahaha, it's a bit of Mr. Liu Yazi's style.

But I don't know if it's this public? Wu Daxiong said.

It may be that this person's poems moved me,

For the first time, I also wrote a poem on the table:

Turui coagulation rouge,

In the spring glow of the pulse.

Destined for the body of flowers,

Charming as a last resort.

Will you come the next day?

Ask for a little incense.

The Burrow Beauty,

Gratitude rises because of the wind.

A few of his friends who came with him began to coax, ridiculing him for being invincible to a woman in the dust.

And he drank three more cups of wine.

Write another song of the Seven Rules.

Yongzhu –

Cold rain and Xiaoxiao hanging sword star,

A branch and a leaf are ruthless.

Ling Shuang'er is ecstasy,

The sick book is angry.

Heaven and earth can be proud,

Why doesn't Shichen have a straight name?

Banqiao loves the blue color,

Chi Xu Fenghua arrived in the nine cities.

The so-called wine is a thousand glasses less, and I was in surprisingly good condition that day!

So he accompanied him for three cups and wrote a chrysanthemum poem.

It's a response.

Sit down to the chrysanthemum bush and warm your heart,

Red and lilac are willing to climb neighbors.

The branches are glamorous and the poetry is debted,

Bursts of fragrant aroma rob the wine.

Is it thin for autumn dew to smile,

Late opening does not hinder the poverty of the sun.

Thinking about the similarity of temperament,

It is suspected that the previous life is this body.

This poem is written in its own right.

Everyone in the audience read the poems of Liu and me, and left the table one after another.

They all thought that this poetry and wine were spelled together was a good story in the poetry world!

He also said that he would no longer dare to despise me and wait for people in the dust.

Mr. Liu was both happy and surprised, and chose me as a confidant.

Ask me who are my favorite ancient poems?

I said that I am a woman, Li Yi'an, and a man must be Xin Jiaxuan.

Mr. Liu laughed when he heard it, and said yes!

Mr. Liu was so strong that he couldn't drink anymore.

Before leaving, I copied an old poem of Jiaxuan and took a commemorative note with me.

He left in a hurry with a few friends.

"Can you read it to me? Wu Daxiong said.

"Good" I heard Lu Qingmei groan in a deep voice:

The sea is running to the mountains and angry, what is it, the liver and gallbladder are lonely.

Ten years of greed and arrogance in the rivers and lakes, who will remember the drifting.

The moon is difficult to fill, the plum blossoms are half falling, and there are empty memories everywhere.

It's pitiful with five fingers, and the day grinds the chess game.

Looking back at Baiwei's career, how many hardships are counted, how proud are you?

Jian Yu is old, and he has to endure madness to cook.

The chrysanthemum is hidden, the wine is indifferent, and the strange liver and sausage are hot!

With a no, Hugh said to fly away by crane.

"Sure enough! Top-grade also! It is similar to the style of Xin Qiji's words. It's hard to come by.

Take a drink for this word. Wu Daxiong said and drank it all.

Lu Qingmei was not to be outdone, and drank a cup in return.

Then he smiled bitterly and laughed at himself:

"I'm Lu Qingmei, whether it's a wine girl or a dancer.

People like Mr. Liu didn't take me away.

But I don't know what you are sir...... ＂

"And what about later? Wu Daxiong wanted to know.

Lu Qingmei was silent.

"What, could it be that this Mr. Liu has never been here since?

Yes, the troubled times are long, there are those who are not safe, and there are those who have suffered sudden changes, what can be helped? ＂

Wu Daxiong said.

Lu Qingmei smiled and sighed.

Take out a letterhead full of words from your bosom:

It's been a long time since I looked at the colors.

Butterfly Love Flower——

How butterflies don't love the wind,

Dance to the flowers.

How many times to get drunk and how many times to wake up?

Still swaying and smiling in the spring breeze.

I can't see through the red dust,

Who understands the fragrance of flowers.

Butterflies love flowers, and flowers are red.

Yingying's heart fluttered at the touch.

The rain adds tenderness.

Don't turn your eyes when the love is strong,

Don't worry about the clouds coming and going.

But fortunately we met in this life,

Butterflies love flowers, and the branches are empty.

What does Qi Siyan want to do?

There is no trace of love and hate.

A spring dream is falling!

Everything has gone with the wind!

A sentence is difficult to dissolve,

Once next year to wait for the spring breeze.

It is said that flowing water pays infatuation,

Infatuation is hard to share and become red.

Under the moon, I shine in my shadow,

Why sigh softly.

It's not that the wings don't fly,

May the dust be with you.

Poetry is good! The word is good! People are better!

Is this a Ming Zhi poem?

"It's a pity, it's a pity, you and Mr. Liu are fighting poems and drinking for such a grand event,

I couldn't be there in person, otherwise I would have remembered it with a long song! ＂

Lu Qingmei couldn't help but raise her eyebrows when she heard what Wu Daxiong said. Road:

"Then Mr. Wu might as well give it a try now. How is it? ＂

Lu Qingmei made a gesture of please.

"Now? That's it! Mr. Liu is not here, don't blame me for taking the beauty.

Come on, please Miss Lu pour three more glasses of wine. ＂

Wu Daxiong asked the boss to come to pen and ink, with the strength of wine, half line and half grass, and wrote through God.

The walls of the entire room were filled with verses of varying lengths.

I saw him drinking and writing and chanting:

A glass of wine, cherish the young.

Young and now rebellious,

Coming and going is like the wind rushing to fall.

Listen to the music and prefer the tune of dragon slaying,

It seems that I don't know how old I am.

Hugh is so strange that he sits on the stage indifferently and laughs!

Youth is annoyed by youth!

Cover old ballads with you,

A cut plum blossom who is proud.

Two glasses of wine, cheeks red,

The beauty's mind is more hazy.

Get close to the body and drink in the spring breeze.

The little sister persuaded to be tired of raising her voice,

Family and friendship are all love.

There is a fate to see the comfort of Lingding!

Why bother to meet and ask for names?

Don't hesitate to be happy and timely,

Let go of the empty wine glass.

Can't you help but be windy, sir?

Three glasses of wine, ask Merry?

Is the new tour an old one?

The old tour does not see the worries of the old people,

New travel can love new eyes?

The smoke turns are refreshing,

The smell of the flower falling clear bottle wine is strong.

Is the day of the past as good as the day of the future?

Today's people are not as sad as the ancients.

The ancients looked at me even darker.

Hearing her explain the words of Tibetan Qingxiu,

Every sentence is out of the ordinary.

A song of dancing fragrance in the sleeves,

Jade fingers are slender and orchids are thin.

"Well, that's good. It has the poetic style of Bai Lotian. See what else he can write? ＂

Lu Qingmei stared at the ink while grinding.

I saw Wu Daxiong continue to write:

Four glasses of wine, you know it or not.

Don't drown in the wind and snow!

The red leans on the green three spring willows!

How many white heads can be found in this?

Persuade you to drink all this wine,

Don't open your mouth for any other reason,

I advise you not to forget the red crisp hands.

The wife at home has been in love for a long time,

Persuade the king to look to the nine heavens,

Acacia sends silver hooks.

Five glasses of wine, drink carefully.

The end of the world has fallen, and it is a king.

Who knows that the beauty has become pink.

The fool learns the wise man,

Chaos ghosts can deceive gods.

Who sees the falling flowers and still loves the roots,

Duckweed chasing water is not up to the body.

endure humiliation and dare not speak lightly to death,

Failure to report the kindness of difficult parents.

The parents are not in trouble in the country,

Ah Mei is looking forward to the news.

Depressed and soft, empty and tired,

Every time I think about it, my heart burns.

"My parents are not in trouble in the country, and my sister is looking forward to the news. ＂

Lu Qingmei couldn't help but be stunned when she read this. This is written like yourself!

Wu Daxiong changed another wall and continued to splash ink......

Six glasses of wine, crazy taste.

Drunk writing poems and poems are also drunk,

Sleep on the wall.

looked at each other and laughed to clear their tears.

The laughter faded and turned sad,

The people of Iraq wake up on my back.

The sound of geese is terrifying,

Homesickness returns night after night.

Thousands of miles away,

The rain over a thousand mountains is like a curtain of tears.

Writing this, Wu Daxiong grabbed a glass of wine and drank it all.

I changed the pen to another one and continued to write:

Seven glasses of wine, evil in the rivers and lakes.

You don't see the mountains and the sea, and the ears are hot!

On both sides of the sound of the glamour,

A propagandist of clean government and love for the people.

is often a bright and green guest,

What is the matter?

Talent is inevitably drunk and luxurious.

I laugh at the loneliness of the sages,

Life is wrong, wrong, wrong!

also fight for merit in the wrong,

Marvel at the true humor.

Lu Qingmei was also drunk, and she clapped her hands on the side.

Wu Daxiong flew happily, and the poems were written faster and faster......

Eight glasses of wine, dare to speak.

Flowers and plants are humble and greedy,

Pine and bamboo wind and strong leaning on dangerous rocks.

Brother's verses are good,

It's a pity that the world is worthless.

You don't know that the laws of the day are strict,

But the commoners are not the officials.

Who runs away from the bones,

Who is on the rise.

Bitter Hope Peak is late,

I always see the branches and partridges sleeping.

Nine glasses of wine, deep emotion.

Saisai Hyakumaki empty whistling,

The sword groaned on the wall.

How much wind and dust Lingyunnuo,

Throwing wine and silver.

Famous city of attractions Huaxin,

It's not as warm as the affection in front of you.

Raise the wine and pour it for the beauty,

Sing a song with me,

It is not in vain that the bright moon shines on the golden bottle.

"It's not as warm as the affection in front of me, and I raise the wine and pour it for the beauty. The red face sings a song with me, and the bright moon shines on the golden bottle in vain.

When Lu Qingmei read these four sentences, she felt a warm current suddenly injected into her heart.

"This gentleman's poems are not only good, but also express a deep affection for her.

Could it be that he is the one I am waiting for? ＂

Ten glasses of wine, the road is difficult.

Depressed and poor,

Unintentionally out of Xiu Tao submerged.

Citizens often laugh like dementia,

If the sparrow sneers at foolishness.

Friends set up a banquet to send home,

Happy to meet the beauty of the heart.

Persuade me to have ten cups of pleasure,

But I don't know when I will drink ten cups of Xie Hongyan again.

High-rise buildings leaning hand in hand against the railing,

Fengyue is on this side.

The idiot is relatively silent,

Leave it to time.

Sign-off: Ten glasses of wine - for the wine girl Amei.

Wu Daxiong finished writing. Tired and sat on the ground.

Leave the brush far behind. Words:

"Miss Qingmei, is it okay for me to be so sincere?

If it's not enough, can you look at it, for Wen Hui's face...... ＂

Wu Daxiong didn't finish speaking, and fell asleep.

The alcohol was rising, and I was so sleepy that I couldn't open my eyes.

Lu Qingmei couldn't say a word, and silently burst into tears.

(End of full chapter)