At the Shanshui Inn, Gu Haotian called Zhu Gui, Shi Qian, Chen Yun, etc., and gave a detailed explanation of the Jurchens, and everyone went their separate ways.

Before Zhu Gui left, he suddenly thought of something again, and turned around to report:

"Little official, just now Bachelor Zhao Ding came to pass the word, saying that the king of Huainan County will come over at noon tomorrow, and we are very prepared."

"Just tidy up the private room, the dishes are exquisite, and nothing else matters."

After Gu Haotian finished instructing, after all, he was the king of the county, in case there was any negligence that would have a bad impact, and he was not very relieved, so he simply asked Zhu Gui to go to the private room in the front building to have a look.

The front building is a row of five rooms, about ten meters long, from the middle of the lobby stairs up, a passage in the middle, just the second floor is divided into nine private rooms in the front four and five in the back. When Gu Haotian invited Zhao Ding yesterday, he had already taken a cursory look, and he would look at them one by one, and found that they were all in a one-table layout, and the space was cramped and had no features.

Such a restaurant, what kind of good impression will the long-experienced county king leave behind, but time is in a hurry, and it will definitely be too late to make a big change. Gu Haotian frowned and thought about it for a while, and thought of the suites of some private clubs in the future. He asked Zhu Gui to immediately find someone to open all the five rooms in the back row, the two on the left were merged into a large dining room, the middle two tea rooms, and the right one was a cloakroom and bathroom. He also ordered him to buy some flowers and plants to decorate the place.

Since the houses nowadays are all made of wood, the partition walls are easy to dismantle, and the round table and official hat chairs have been prepared, and the tables and chairs in the tea room are available in the market. A little troublesome is the bathroom, when in Liangshan, Gu Haotian paid great attention to the construction of toilets, many families under his influence have built simple flush toilets, this time Zhu Gui entered Beijing to open an inn, and brought this facility into the capital as a characteristic equipment, but it took this effort to temporarily install one on the second floor.

After Zhu Gui listened to the order, he immediately assigned people to work on their own. Gu Haotian thought that the king of Huainan County was a "literary youth", so he excerpted a few poems, asked Xiao Rang to write them in different fonts, and framed them overnight and decorated them everywhere.

Let's say that the people in the Shanshui Inn were busy from the afternoon to the end of the morning of the next day, and they were able to complete the task assigned by Gu Haotian. But Gu Haotian still felt dissatisfied, he thought that if there was an independent courtyard, green decoration, there would be a better effect.

At the beginning of the day, Zhao Ding led two people to come in from outside the door, and the first person was a man in his thirties, dressed gorgeously and richly. Zhao Ding fell on the left side, and on the right side was a young man in his twenties.

"This must be the well-known jade-faced Meng Gu Haotian!"

As soon as the thirty-year-old man stepped into the door, he pointed at Gu Haotian, turned his head to Zhao Ding and said with a smile.

"The king of the county is coming, and the tent is shining!"

Gu Haotian hurriedly led Xu Guanzhong, Yan Junqing, Xiao Rang and others to greet him.

At that moment, the two parties introduced each other, and Gu Haotian knew that the young man was Zhang Jiucheng.

This Zhang Jiucheng is the champion of the second year of the palace examination in Shaoxing in the Southern Song Dynasty, Gu Haotian has seen his deeds on the Internet in later generations, this person has served as Dr. Taichang, Zongzheng Shaoqing, waiter, waiter of the Ministry of Rites and Rites and waiter of the Criminal Department. What is commendable is that he is an official and does not attach himself to the powerful, advocates anti-gold, opposes peace, and dares to oppose Qin Hui, the traitor at that time, so Gu Haotian was more impressed by him.

Subsequently, everyone held the moon and hugged Chai Wenbo to the private room on the second floor. At the main entrance, there is a large reception room, with two positions in the middle, a row of chairs on each side, and some fresh flowers and plants around it.

Before everyone sat down, they were attracted by the text panels hanging on the surrounding walls, and saw a seven-bowl tea poem by Lu Tong of the Tang Dynasty written in block script on the wall in the middle:

The sun is high and the five are sleeping, and the military general knocks on the door to startle Zhou Gong. Kouyun advises to send letters, and the white silk obliquely seals three seals. The opening is like seeing the consultation meeting, and the hand reads the three hundred pieces of the moon group. Hearing that the New Year entered the mountains, the stinging insects alarmed the spring breeze. The Son of Heaven must taste Yangxian tea, and the herbs dare not bloom first. The benevolent wind secretly bears pearl buds, and the golden buds are drawn out in the first spring. Pick fresh roasted aroma and wrap it, to fine and good and not luxurious. The rest of the supreme prince will go to the mountain people's house for anything. Chaimen is closed to no vulgar guests, and the yarn hat is eaten by itself. Chaimen is closed to no vulgar guests, and the yarn hat is eaten by itself. The blue clouds lead the wind to blow constantly, and the white flowers float and condense the bowl noodles. One bowl of throat kiss moist, two bowls of broken loneliness. Three bowls of dry intestines, only 5,000 volumes of words. Four bowls of light sweat, life injustice, all to the pores. Five bowls of muscles and bones are light, and six bowls are fairy. I can't eat seven bowls, but I feel that the two armpits are used to the breeze. Penglai Mountain, where is it? Tamakawako took advantage of this breeze to return. The gods in the mountains are under the soil, and their status is high and isolated from wind and rain. Ann learned that millions of lives were lost, and she fell on the cliff and suffered! So he asked the common people for advice, will they be able to rest in the end?

There is a poem hanging on each side, but the font is Lishu, but there is no title, they are:

The empty flowers fall and the wine is poured into the tank, and the snow melts on the mountain and rises on the river. The red roasted shallow ou is a new live fire, and the dragon group is a small grinding bucket and a clear window.

The window is clear and the bucket grinds the small dragon, and the fire is new and light baked. The river rises and the snow melts on the mountain, and the wine is empty.

"But it's a good hand, but I don't know who wrote it?" Chai Wenbo admired it for a while and praised it.

"It's my brother Xiao Rang's handwriting, but it's not only Kai and Li, but other fonts are also experts."

Gu Haotian pushed Xiao Rang out and introduced it to everyone.

"Brother Xiao is actually hidden, but I don't know how other fonts are, and I want to see it at a glance."

Zhao Ding couldn't help but be impressed when he saw that Xiao Rang could use a variety of fonts freely.

"Master Zhao doesn't need to look forward to it, there is something inside."

Gu Haotian replied with a smile, and led everyone into a small door on the left. After everyone bypassed, a delicate round table appeared in front of them, and there was a large round plate in the middle of the table, and several official hat chairs were placed around, which was very different from the setting of the current restaurant.

"Everyone, please see, on this wall is the calligraphy of the Ben Xiao Rang brothers."

After listening to Gu Haotian's words, the three of them shifted their attention from the facilities in the room to the wall. I saw that directly opposite the wall was a rectangular banner, on which Li Bai's "Will Enter the Wine" was written in cursive, and a banner was hung on each wall on both sides, which was written in lines.

One reads: The spring breeze asks me to groan, and the bright moon persuades me to drink. Before the drunk fall flowers, heaven and earth are pillows.

The other one reads: The wine is made of golden lotus dew, and the flowers are as light as a plain woman. The west wind and twilight rain are not drunk, so they lie down in the pond pavilion.

Everyone admired it for a while, and then turned back to the atrium to drink tea. saw Zhang Jiucheng staying alone in the middle hall, standing in front of the word on the side wall in a daze.

"Ninety percent of them have a soft spot for Lishu and are so attentive to it." Chai Wenbo joked with a smile.

"No, the king of the county, please look at these two poems, but the palindromic poems, I found it by chance below, the more I read it, the more I feel the taste, but I can't bear to leave."

"It's so wonderful, it's just a sight to behold."

When Chai Wenbo and others heard this, they were immediately curious, and leaned over to take a closer look, and sure enough, they thought to themselves, but they didn't know who was so ingenious, but they found that there was no money under them.

"Haotian, who wrote this poem, such a wonderful?" Chai Wenbo looked at Gu Haotian and asked curiously.

"But I saw it in an idle book."

In fact, this poem was written by Su Shi, Gu Haotian conducted an in-depth study of Su Shi's works since the Jeju Juyuan Poetry Association, and found that Su Shi in this era really had few poems, so he boldly plagiarized with confidence.

"It's that idle book, there are such good poems, why haven't I seen it below." Zhang Jiucheng stared at Gu Haotian and asked.

"Now I also remember, the poems in the middle, except for Li Taibai's "Will Enter the Wine", the other two don't seem to be signed, maybe they were also seen by Haotian in an idle book."

At this time, Zhao Ding suddenly remembered the two poems in the middle, and thought of the song "Farewell" at that time, Gu Haotian was also written by someone else, and he thought that it was his own work, so the words also had a joking component.

And the two poems in the middle are the poems of Yang Wanli in the Southern Song Dynasty and Tang Xianzu in the Ming Dynasty, of course Gu Haotian doesn't have to worry about goofs, but he doesn't want to directly occupy the already owned, so he deals with it vaguely.

"Hao's genius is known to everyone, since it is written by himself, why should he hide it, it is not to write poems and fill in the lyrics, and it is also something that is not seen."

Chai Wenbo, the king of Huainan County, couldn't help but joke when he saw Gu Haotian looking dead and didn't admit his account.

Gu Haotian was besieged by everyone, but he couldn't resist it, and quickly changed the topic.

"The king of the county thinks that the private room of the restaurant is so well furnished?"

"It's chic, but the house costs a lot, and your private room occupies four rooms, which is a waste."

Chai Wenbo looked around the room, and suddenly found that there was a secret door on the right side, and he couldn't help but be curious.

"Behind that door, what's the place?"

"But it is the function of changing clothes and cleaning hands."

"Clean hands! Isn't there a smell of this thing in a private room? ”

"Naturally not, the king of the county will know when he sees it."

Then the three of them looked at the simple version of the flush toilet, and they all felt incredible, Chai Wenbo immediately asked Gu Haotian to make a few and send them to the county king's mansion.

After some viewing, a few people sat down to drink tea and talk, and after a while, it was almost noon, so Gu Haotian got up and invited everyone to the table.

Nowadays, the Eight Immortals Table is prevalent, and suddenly a round table appears and everyone feels rare, Gu Haotian invited Chai Wenbo to sit on the main seat, and the others sat down in turn. Then a little servant helped everyone add wine, and the guy served the dishes, but saw Gu Haotian gently pull the disc in the middle, and it turned around, and this turntable that crossed with Gu Haotian suddenly caused a burst of amazement.

"The prince appreciates his face, come to the shop, and toast first." Gu Haotian raised his glass to toast.

Chai Wenbo didn't shirk either, he raised his glass and drank it, but when the wine was in his mouth, his expression suddenly changed, and he said in surprise:

"It's a fairy drunk!"

"Hah! Ha! The prince didn't know that this immortal drunk was produced in Yuncheng, and Haotian was naturally not lacking, and I was also surprised that day. Zhao Ding replied with a smile.

"But it's a little better than the one in Beijing."

Chai Wenbo, as the king of the county, naturally has the opportunity to drink the immortal drunk, but it is definitely inferior to the wine of the ancient family. I saw that he couldn't wait to pick up the wine glass again, take a sip, and then fall into deep intoxication.

"Good wine is hard to find, you have a rare opportunity, you don't need to save for Haotian, and drink a glass together."

So a table of people started the noon banquet under Chai Wenbo's humorous proposal. After that, as the delicacies were served, the atmosphere at the banquet gradually became warmer, and the preferences of Chai Wenbo, the king of literature and art, were also revealed.

"How can such good food and wine be entertained without poetry, and there can be excellent works in the ranks."

"Haotian Zhuyu is in front, how dare I show ugliness, it is better for him to think about it again, and maybe he can think of some masterpieces in idle books."

Zhao Ding's humorous reply immediately won the goodwill laughter of the whole table, and everyone followed suit.

Gu Haotian originally thought that there were already many new poems arranged in the private room, and he didn't have to bother plagiarizing today, but the current situation seemed inevitable. He pondered it in his heart, and felt that since he had to write it, he must find a poem that had weight and left a deep enough impression on this literary and artistic king.

But that poem is not only appropriate to the atmosphere of the scene, but also has a powerful shock, Gu Haotian screened in his mind for a long time, and finally chose one, so he said:

"A few days ago, when I was celebrating the Lantern Festival in Jingdong, I once got a few words, since today's county king and everyone can't let it go, I have to take it out and offer ugliness."

So Gu Haotian cleared his throat and chanted Xin Qiji's famous poem "Qingyu Case. Yuan Xi.