Because he was drunk, Su Lu's voice was bold and unscrupulous, and his voice overshadowed the noise of the long street, drowning out the prosperity inside and outside the drunken red mansion.

Inside and outside the drunken red building, there was silence.

The Tang people love poetry, and the Han people also love poetry, although they are not as crazy as the Tang people chasing stars, but they are also enthusiastic enough.

Hearing the poem recited by Su Lu, inside and outside the restaurant, the businessmen who invited people to eat and drink, the singers who were far away from their hometowns, the officials who were officials for thousands of miles, and the forbidden army who left home to join the army, most of them silently recited this poem when they entered Beijing.

Xie Ruyu's cheeks were red, I don't know if it was because of drinking, or because he was excited to hear Su Lu's poem at close range, his eyes swept over the guards in the private room, and the two guards rushed out, looking for the shopkeeper to ask for pen and ink.

A moment later, in the bustling sound outside the door of the private room, two guards entered the private room with a pen and paper, followed by the shopkeeper with a long beard, and saw Xie Ruyu's angry appearance, and the shopkeeper bowed again and again.

The dishes and tea cups on the table have been removed, the oil stains and water stains have been wiped clean, the rice paper is spread out, and Xie Ruyu grinds the ink.

Changning stood aside, silently reciting the words of the king to report peace, tears already wetting his cheeks.

Su Lu picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote down the envoy to Beijing with his hand.

His current state of mind is just like the mood of Cen Shen on the road to the Western Regions, the old garden looks east of the long road, and the mood of missing his hometown becomes heavier and heavier as the road gradually gets farther away.

With a splash of ink, in the blink of an eye, a poem was written as soon as the envoy entered Beijing.

Su Lu threw down the pen and paper, sat down on the chair, his eyelids were heavy, groggy, and fell asleep.

Xie Ruyu's cheeks were full of surprise, dropped the inkstone, and looked at the poem on the rice paper carefully.

Reaching out to pick up the rice paper, Xie Ruyu dried the ink and carefully rolled up the rice paper.

The shopkeeper of the drunken red mansion looked like he wanted to stop but didn't dare to stop it: "Childe, can this poem be hung in my restaurant for a few days, and in the future, Childe's wine money in my restaurant will be free, just ask Childe to hang this in my restaurant for a few days." ”

Xie Ruyu was unmoved, untied the jade pendant hanging from his waist, and tied the rice paper with the filament on the jade pendant.

"Brother Su, I'm here, did you write that poem just now for the two of us, every envoy to Beijing, haha, it's ours, no one can grab it."

The loud voices of Zhao Pu and Li Lin sounded outside the door.

Li Lin pushed the door in, his face excited: "I'm the right envoy, the poem is for me, no one wants to rob me." ”

"Hey, why did Brother Su fall asleep?"

Zhao Pu came in to wake up Su Lu.

Changning stretched out the long sword in his hand, opened Zhao Pu's hand, and looked at the rice paper in Xie Ruyu's hand: "My family has finished writing the envoy to Beijing, and it is in the hand of Xie Ruyu, the envoy of the Tang State." ”

Li Lin was furious: "Oh, that envoy, let go of Lord Su's words, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless." ”

Xie Ruyu glanced at Li Lin and sneered: "I'll take a look at your spicy hands." ”

Several Tang State guards surrounded him, pressing their hands on the hilt of the knife, looking like they would shoot at any time.

Zhao Pu's eyes rolled, and he hurriedly separated the two and said: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, don't be angry, hurt the harmony." ”

"This envoy, Brother Su's words must be let us see, this poem was written for the two of us, you can't deny this."

Xie Ruyu pinched the rice paper, hesitated for a while, the noise of the lively crowd around became louder and louder, everyone heard it when Su Lu recited the poem, and was attracted to meet Su Lu, and now that he knows that there is a real handiwork, he naturally wants to be the first to take a look.

Zhao Pu also took advantage of the excitement: "Let everyone see, Lord Envoy, Brother Su didn't say that this poem was written for you, you can't take advantage of this poem just because you are handsome." ”

As he spoke, Zhao Pu approached Xie Ruyu.

"Huh"

A Tang State guard swung out a knife and slashed between Xie Ruyu and Zhao Pu, causing Zhao Pu's outstretched hand to retreat halfway, in vain.

"Hands-on"

Zhao Pu roared, pulled out his waist knife, blocked the two guards, and at the same time pulled Li Lin and asked him to grab the rice paper.

Li Lin was stunned for a moment, and the next moment he roared and pounced on Xie Ruyu.

"Wow"

Xie Ruyu's eyes were quick, and he kicked out the chair next to him when he raised his foot.

Li Lin clenched his hands into fists, retracted to protect the door, and the chair smashed on his arms, shattering into pieces of wood with a clatter.

The shopkeeper of the drunken Red Mansion was depressed to death: "Don't fight, uncles, the small shop is a small business, but I can't bear to smash it like this, I want everyone to do it, you go outside to make a move." ”

The shopkeeper of the drunken red mansion complained of bitterness, but his feet did not stop, moved to the side of Su Lu, picked up a stool, and looked like he was loyally guarding Su Lu. Since it was impossible to ask for Xie Ruyu, the shopkeeper of the Drunken Red Mansion made up his mind to ask Su Lu.

As long as he can make the main owner happy, he can write the sub-words casually, which is enough to make his restaurant famous.

Changning was holding a sword in one hand and was guarding next to Su Lu, but his eyes were running with the rice paper in Xie Ruyu's hand.

Su Ge took the princess's Shangshan Morning Trip, but he had already asked the calligraphy and painting shop outside to estimate the price, and the boss was going to pay a hundred taels of silver to buy the Shangshan Morning Trip.

According to the boss, that pair of words is worth a few hundred taels now, but in a few years, after Su Lu's fame moves the world, it will be worth a fortune, and if Su Lu can die young, it will be even more valuable.

Changning believes that this character is more valuable, and there are Tang envoys and envoys to Beijing who fought for calligraphy and painting, even if this character has an allusion, it can only be more valuable.

As for asking Su Lu to write another pair for himself, Changning had already thought about it, it must be written to be written, it was in the bag, as for this pair, it would definitely be better to grab it.

"Boom"

Zhao Pu finally couldn't stop a few Tang State guards, and was beaten out by several people. However, this is the border of the Han Kingdom, and Zhao Pu is an envoy to Beijing, so they didn't dare to be ruthless, but just knocked Zhao Pu away.

As soon as a group of Tang State guards swarmed up, Li Lin was sent flying.

The brother and sister were lying in the corner, with a sad and indignant face.

"My heirloom calligraphy and painting."

"Xie Ruyu, I'm not done with you."

When Su Lu woke up, the two were mourning, which made Su Lu, who was already irritable, even more irritable.

"What a funeral, I'm not dead yet! You two are full, what are you doing lying in the corner when you have nothing to do? ”

"Hey, how did this private room become like this, what about Xie Ruyu and his guards?"

Su Lu looked at the mess in the house in surprise, didn't he just sleep, why was the Red Mansion looted.

The shopkeeper of the drunken red mansion cried with a sad face, knelt down in front of Su Lu with a plop, and slapped his old face.

"My lord, the small shop is a small business, and it was smashed by the son who took the true handwriting of your calligraphy and painting, how can you let me explain to the owner!"

"Pity me for being so old, old and young, my underage grandchildren......"

Su Lu looked confused, a few meanings, why are you crying grandson to me, I am not the owner, I can't spare you.

The young man brought up a dozen pieces of rice paper and shouted, "Shopkeeper, the rice paper you want is here." ”

The shopkeeper got up from the ground neatly, took the rice paper, spread it on the table, and smiled flatteringly:

"My lord, as long as you write a pair of words, I can give an account to the owner, and the owner will not only not punish me for these things that were smashed by your friends, but maybe reward me."

Outside, the lively drinkers swarmed in, waving the rice paper in their hands.

"My lord, I paid for the drink for you, write me a copy."

"Fart, you haven't paid for the drink yet, why do you say you paid it."

"Shopkeeper, this is the compensation for the tables, chairs and benches smashed by the wine money and Lord Su's friends, this is mine."