In a box on the second floor of the Drunken Immortal Building, there were two young people, one of whom had a face like a crown of jade, green silk like a waterfall, wearing a blue brocade gown, wearing jade. The www.biquge.info of Pen, Fun, and Pavilion is the person Wang Lun saw on the street, and he is also the only person who said four lines of poetry and kitchen verses when the Zuixian Building opened last time.

The young man seemed to be particularly fond of the wine and food in the Drunken Immortal Building, although there were only the two of them, he ordered a table of dishes.

The young man sitting across from this man didn't look very old, and if you looked closely, there were a few freckles on his face. At this time, the young man opposite him was eating with relish, but he was a little restless.

"Little ...... Little master! The young man called out to the rich young man opposite, it turned out that the two were masters and servants. This has been more than a dozen times he has summoned at this meal, but seeing that this young man can sit at the same table with his own young master, the relationship between the two should be very close.

As the master, the brocade-clothed young man was very impatient when he heard the other party's call, and shouted with horizontal eyebrows: "What are you doing!" Little sparrow, can you not always call me when you have a meal? ”

It turned out that this little boy with freckles was named Little Sparrow, and he was indeed as his name suggested.

"But we've been out for almost a day, and the master must be in a hurry when he knows." The little sparrow felt very aggrieved, did he obviously follow the master's orders?

"My dad is like that, I can't wait for me to go out of the door, I can't be idle." The brocade-clothed boy was dissatisfied with his father's restraint and said.

"The lord is also for your own good!" The little sparrow persuaded the young man in brocade, and then thought of something, and said: "I'm afraid that the second young master will say something bad, and I will be punished last time you came out by yourself." ”

"Humph! Even if he makes trouble, I'm not afraid. For his second brother, the brocade-clothed young man seems to be very unconvinced.

The young man in brocade is not afraid of his second brother, it does not mean that others are not afraid of his second brother, and there are probably few people in Jeju City who don't give his second brother face. The little sparrow was very afraid of his second young master, remembering that there was still a party in the mansion tonight, and urged: "Let's go back quickly, there are still a few daughters of adults who will go to the mansion tonight to celebrate the Chinese Valentine's Day." ”

It is said that it is a gathering between friends during the Qixi Festival, but it is just a blind date that I know by heart.

"Pack these fruits on the table for me!" Seeing that the little sparrow was urging again and again, the young man in brocade was not interested, and planned to go back.

The brocade-clothed boy and the little sparrow walked down the second floor, only to see a group of people gathered in the hall on the first floor. One of them, who is dressed in white and has a heroic posture, is Wang Lun.

It turned out that Wang Lun was about to send Xiao Rang and Jin Dajian out just now, but Xiao Rang suddenly proposed that the plaque was Jin Dajian's handwriting, and he also wanted to give Wang Lun a pair of calligraphy works, but he asked Wang Lun to compose a poem with the title of Qixi Festival.

This can catch Wang Lun off guard, he doesn't have the talent to write poetry in seven steps. But fortunately, Xiao Rang also gave him a stick of incense to think, although it is difficult to be original, it is completely okay to plagiarize a later work.

At this time, Wang Lun thought of a song "Queqiao Immortal" by Yan Rui, a talented woman in the Southern Song Dynasty, and motioned Xiao Rang to prepare pen and ink. A group of guests from the Drunken Immortal Building also came to see the excitement when they saw this, and the two young men in brocade clothes who had just come downstairs were also at the right time.

"When the blue Wu first came out, the osmanthus spit out, and the water splash on the pond was slightly grateful." Wang Lun slowly chanted this sentence, and this recitation was naturally a little desolate.

Over there, Xiao Rang heard Wang Lun's words, and hurriedly splashed ink, very devoted.

"The needle threader is in the Hehuan Building, the first moon dew, and the jade plate is high." Everyone was still immersed in the desolation of the first sentence, and Wang Lun had already chanted the second sentence.

The upper part of the word goes from natural scenery to people, and it catches people's hearts at once. The falling sycamore leaves and the osmanthus flowers are all scenes at this time. And the girl upstairs was busy threading needles and threads in the moonlight, silently begging the Weaver Girl to give her wisdom and ingenuity.

After the words came out, the audience nodded their heads, which is a rare good word. The brocade-clothed young man's eyes were shining when he looked at all this, looking forward to the second half of the words.

"The spider is busy and lazy, tired of ploughing and weaving, and empty of ancient and modern stories." With this sentence, Wang Lun waited for Xiao Rang's progress in writing.

Everyone knows the magpie in this sentence, and the spider is the happy spider that should be in response to the Qixi Festival, and then the next word said the tragedy that the cowherd and the weaver girl could not be together.

"The interyear of the earth's just way refers to the heavens and the night." At this point, the poem ended, and Wang Lun also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Only envy mandarin ducks, not immortals." Hearing Wang Lun recite the whole word, the young man in brocade whispered.

Xiao Rang, the holy hand scholar over there, had just finished writing the whole poem, and he had woken up a lot, and he only felt refreshed. "Wonderful! Wonderful! This poem is strange and new, and it looks like a casual description, but it expresses the most meticulous mind of an ordinary woman. ”

Just praised him, Xiao Rang became cynical again and joked with Wang Lun. "If I hadn't met Brother Wang, hearing this poem, I would definitely think that this author would be a woman."

The poem that Wang Lun just plagiarized came from the pen of Yan Rui, a female lyricist in the Southern Song Dynasty, and is also called "Queqiao Immortal Biwu Chusheng". Although it is plagiarism, Wang Lun has no pressure, which traverser will not plagiarize a few poems of later generations. But to Wang Lun's surprise, Xiao Rang directly guessed that the author might be a woman.

"Hehe, I'm going to say that Brother Xiao is only a shallow learner. Wang Changling has "Resentment", Li Bai has "Sauvignon Blanc" and "Remembering Qin'e", why don't you see anyone say that these two are women. Although it was unexpected, Wang Lun immediately sneered at him in a hurry.

"I'm just talking casually, don't care, Brother Wang." Although he knew that Wang Lun would not misunderstand himself, Xiao Rang still explained.

Wang Lun waved his hand to indicate that it was all a joke between friends, and then instructed the little spirit official next to him to put away Xiao Rang's calligraphy and hang it up with the plaque sent by Jin Dajian in a few days.

After Wang Lun finished ordering everything, he was about to turn around and say goodbye to Xiao Rang and Jin Dajian, when he happened to see the young man in brocade clothes diagonally opposite him. It turns out that you are here, Wang Lun said in his heart.

It turned out that although the young man in brocade helped Wang Lun last time, because he was also a bully, Wang Lun did not give a good face. This time, he saw this person coming in from a distance in front of Zuixianlou Street, and Wang Lun was still a little curious about how this person would come over, after all, the experience last time was not pleasant.

The brocade-clothed young man had been looking at Wang Lun here, and when he saw Wang Lun looking at him, he also felt embarrassed when he looked at him, and his eyes dodged.

Then the young man in brocade stiffened his neck again and muttered: "Why don't you open a restaurant and let people come!" There was a hint of coquettishness in his tone.

Over there, Wang Lun saw the scoundrel appearance of the young man in brocade, and finally was speechless.

"Why are you here?" At this moment, a person appeared behind the brocade-clothed young man and asked him in a loud voice.

As soon as the young man in brocade turned around, he saw the person who asked him, and his heart was sudden.