Shiyang Spring is not idle, and it is hard to turn sweetness.

used to cross the sea, and also relied on the help of the family.

After a few days, he concentrated on the new ink, and the five more focused on the old poems.

Now I wish the dynasty to dance, and I should believe in life for 200 years!

Shocked, when Di Zhixon opened the congratulatory gift delivered by Liu Yiyi in public, all the people present withdrew their disdainful and disdainful eyes just now, the inferior pasting homework of five cents, the cheap rough yellow and white paper, and the somewhat twisted italics written by Liu Yiyi, all of which they ignored.

Festive, atmospheric, affectionate, and cohesive, it is a rare masterpiece, just looking at Di Zhixon, and the real smile on Di Lu's face, you can conclude that this poem is very much in line with their hearts. In particular, the Dilu clan 'once crossed the sea, and also relied on the help of the family.

Liu Yiyi praised her like this, how could she be unhappy, and when she looked at Liu Yiyi again, she was very happy.

Moreover, Di Zhixun has always been low-key, unassuming, and Liu Yiyi's simple and affectionate congratulatory gift is very much in line with his heart, and when he raised his eyes to look at Liu Yiyi, he also felt that this young man was more pleasing to the eye, and he was even wondering whether to give him another example of money. I completely forgot that I was still thinking about it before, and I was going to talk about Liu Yiyi because I got out of class early.

As the saying goes, one handsome covers a hundred ugliness, and this birthday poem alone is enough to cover all the discomfort of Liu Yiyi.

Literati value talent, martial arts value art, who can come to congratulate Di Zhixun on his birthday today, which one does not have some ink in his stomach? Which one doesn't understand some poetry? A poem is good, bad and despicable. They could see at a glance that as soon as this birthday poem came out, their eyes when they looked at Liu Yiyi changed their taste, and many people also used calligraphy and painting to congratulate their birthdays. {First reading} couldn't help but touch his nose, a little ashamed of himself.

At this moment, what identity, status, and calligraphy were all thrown aside, and the title of the four words "young talent" was silent. was covered by them on the top of the willow field.

After finishing the matter, Di Zhixun nodded at Liu Yiyi with satisfaction, gently rolled up the calligraphy and painting again, handed it to Di Liang to take, and stretched out his hand to invite Liu Yiyi to eat at the same table with him.

"Thank you, Mistress Di. That little boy is hairpin! Liu Yiyi politely arched his hand at Di Zhixun, Di Lu, and a few older masters present, and then sat down in the lowest position in a dashing manner, and then he appeared, it turned out that Li Jihe and Nangong Wan'er were also sitting at this table. And the location, right next to him.

"Mr. Liu!" Li Jihe gently bowed his hand to Liu Yiyi and said hello, while Nangong Wan'er glanced at Liu Yiyi and gave him a cold snort, it can be seen that she is still angry about the "Golden Silk Clothes" a few days ago.

"Oh, it turned out to be Brother Ji, I haven't seen you for a few days. Brother Ji's body seems to be already very good, congratulations, I think there must be a lot of credit to Miss Nangong here, right? Liu Yiyi returned the salute absently, and at the same time didn't expect to tease Nangong Wan'er a few more words.

"Mr. Lauliu is worried!" Li Jihe nodded at Liu Yiyi and chuckled, and didn't take Liu Yiyi's words to heart. However, Nangong Wan'er blushed slightly, pursed her lips, and looked at Liu Yiyi's eyes, which were all white. This is Di Zhixun's birthday banquet, although Nangong Wan'er is bold. But he didn't dare to do anything too rude.

In the hall in the front yard of Di's house, there are three tables in total, each table has about ten people, looking at their appearance, it seems that they all have some identities, and they are not as noisy as in the restaurant tavern. {First Reading}

At the table where Liu Yiyi was, in addition to the goddaughter of the Di Lu family, most of them were middle-aged or elderly men and gentlemen who were the same age as Di Zhixun, dressed in Confucian clothes, as if they were very learned, and they also had some literary meanings when they spoke.

"Hehe, I know that you old guys are good wine, see what this is?" Di Zhixon took out a steaming hardcover white porcelain wine jug from under the table, and said to a few old friends on the table with some pride: "The 'three bowls of 'getting drunk', the hardcover stock solution, will definitely make you all have enough alcohol addiction." ”

Since the hardcover version of the 'three bowls is not on the job' began to be sold, Di Zhixon began to instruct Di Liang to purchase and store some from time to time, ten times a pot, ordinary people can't afford to drink, if it is not the birthday of today, and there are old friends present, Di Zhixon really does not want to take them out. You must know that these 'three bowls of unobtaining' original liquor are now all royal tribute wine, and it is something that is rich and difficult to buy again.

Di Zhixon placed three pots on the table at once, each of which was steaming with warm and humid heat and exuding a rich aroma of wine.

It's good wine! Raising his nose and sniffing lightly, Li Jihe couldn't help but praise lightly, smelling the taste, this kind of 'three bowls of no post' wine aroma is even more mellow than the tribute wine he drank in the palace before.

"It's good wine, but it's a pity that Brother Ji can't drink it," Liu Yiyi also took a sip as if he was drunk, sniffed the aroma that remained in the air, and said softly to Li Jihe: "I heard that people who are injured are the most unsuitable to drink, especially the spirit of 'three bowls are not enough', Brother Ji is not blessed today, hehe." ”

After saying a word to Li Jihe, Liu Yiyi stopped saying more, left Li Jihe with a bitter face, and began to sweep up the food on the table, he had not eaten all morning, he was really a little hungry, and the table was full of fragrant wine and food, which was full of temptation for him.

Liu Yiyi eats quickly, but he looks very elegant, not a little vulgar, but when everyone is drinking and chatting, he is the only one eating and drinking wine and food as if no one is around, and it seems a little, well, abrupt, and, a little uneducated.

Liu Yifan's way of eating as if no one else was around, Li Jihe couldn't help but think of the situation when he was in Sanyuan before, when he was in Chang'an, he and Liu Yiyi ate at the same table, and Mr. Diliu seemed to be so alternative and different, and he didn't care about other people's opinions.

"This," Nangong Wan'er was restricting Li Jihe from drinking at the same time, but also paying attention to Liu Yifan's every move with her mouth open, seeing Liu Yifan's drunken appearance, Nangong Wan'er actually had an illusion, feeling that this Liu Yifan was even more a ranger than them, and in front of so many literati and Confucian scholars, he dared to make such an exaggerated and rude move. To be honest, in addition to the previous annoyance, Nangong Wan'er mentioned a little admiration for Liu Yiyi in her heart.

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"Mother, look at that stinky teacher!" Di Zhizhi glanced at Liu Yiyi with disdain, and whispered in front of Di Lu's family, not letting go of any opportunity to drive Liu Yifan away.

"Don't be rude, Mr. Liu, this is true love, if you want, you can follow his example, no one will blame you, isn't this birthday banquet just for people to eat?" Di Lu quietly picked up the silk cloth on the table and wiped the grease from the corners of his mouth, turned his head to look at his daughter, and whispered to her.

This is a large-scale banquet, and the people present are all people with status, just like any luxurious banquet that Liu Yijo has participated in before, although the people present will have some disdain for his behavior, and even disgust, but no one will stand up and accuse him, after all, this banquet is still focused on a banquet word. And Liu Yiyi never took those people's eyes to heart.

"Humph! I won't be as useless as he is! Di Zhizhi snorted lightly, glanced at Liu Yifan again, then pouted and turned his head.

Liu Yiyi took a sip of wine, except for the oily taste in his mouth, and when he was about to fight with a braised pig's trotter on the plate, he was patted on the shoulder from behind.

"Liu Yifan, is Mr. Liu?" A young man of about twenty years old, holding a wine glass in one hand, stood up behind Liu Yiyi, and said softly to Liu Yiyi: "I am not ashamed, He Zimei, I heard my teacher and sister mention it to me in the morning, saying that Mr. Liu is only eight buckets high, and he is the best at chanting poetry, which can be an enemy. ”

"Fighting?" Liu Yiyi turned around and glanced at He Zimei, seeing that his eyes were full of provocation, and his eyes still glanced at Di Zhizhi from time to time, knowing in his heart that this person must have been instigated by Di Zhizhi's little girl.

Feeling that all the people in the hall focused their eyes here, Liu Yiyi chuckled lightly and said: "Brother Zimei thinks too highly of me, Liu is just a little teacher, even if he knows a little bit of literature and ink, where will he be the opponent of Master Di's high feet, this wine, if you don't fight, it will be regarded as Liu admitting defeat." ”

As he spoke, Liu Yiyi picked up the wine glass on the table, and bowed his hand to He Zimei: "Liu Mou punishes himself with a glass, and Brother Zimei is free." ”

"Huh!" He Yi grabbed Liu Yiyi's right hand, stopped him from wanting to drink, and said to Liu Yiyi with a chuckle: "How can this be counted if you lose first before fighting?" Mr. Liu looks down on He? Or does Mr. Liu think that He is not qualified to fight with Mr. Liu? ”

As soon as He Yiyi's words came out, Liu Yiyi knew that this kid was determined to find his own embarrassment, and looked up at him, and the corners of Liu Yiyi's mouth were slightly hooked