Just under the gaze of everyone, I saw Bai He writing on paper with a pen: I have ......

Who knew that just when he wrote the first word "I", there was a suppressed low laugh in the crowd, and when he turned his head to look, he found that the person who laughed out loud was Yao Gongzi.

It's you again, Bai He stopped writing when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Young Master Yao, what's your problem?" ”

"Bai Gongzi, I think you're a novelty, what kind of reputation do you have?" Yao Gongzi pointed to the evening pen in his hand and said pretendly.

As soon as the words fell, there were a few more low chuckles from the crowd.

I saw that Bai Gongzi was bare, and he didn't even have a pen tip, what kind of black thing was that? It can't be charcoal, right? Gee...... Writing with charcoal, this white boy is really "eclectic" enough, haha...... Looking at the two words he wrote down, well, the font is powerful, but it can only barely be called neat and upright, and it is not a small distance from the word "calligraphy".

"It is said that this white boy does not learn and has no skills, but now it seems that it is true...... "People laughed secretly in their hearts.

But laughing and laughing, except for those who want to please Yao Gongzi's leg hair, few people show it.

Bai He didn't care: "You said this? He raised the pen in his hand and said casually: "This pen name is Wanqing, as the name suggests, my lady made it for me by myself, is there any problem?" As he spoke, he smiled at the second lady beside him.

The second lady smiled sweetly, feeling ashamed and a little proud.

"It turned out to be a pen made by Miss Two. The virtuous couple is really a husband and wife, and they envy others! ”

Yao Gongzi said envy, but he didn't mean envy at all, on the contrary, he was a little jealous, and said, "But Bai Gongzi, for such an important matter as a preface, it doesn't seem appropriate for you to use this kind of pen, right?" ”

Day! I said you have a degree of picking bones in your eggs, right? It's not you who answer the question, can you control what pen Lao Tzu uses? Bai He couldn't help but roll his eyes. For this demon boy who has nothing to do and is about to jump out, he is really annoyed to the extreme. But thinking that more is better than less, he didn't bother to slap him in the face.

"It doesn't matter if it's a black cat or a white cat, it's a good cat if it can catch mice." He replied, and went straight to his own head to continue answering.

"Uh......" Yao Gongzi's smile froze.

He still heard this famous sentence of Grandpa Deng's wisdom for the first time, and was stunned for a moment before he realized that Bai He's meaning No matter what pen he is, what can write is a good pen, and he couldn't help but snort lightly, and said in his heart: Writing poems is not compared with couplets, I'll see what broken poems you slut can copy!

He sneered and said nothing at the moment.

However, his eyes drifted to the second lady beside Bai He, intentionally or unintentionally, and when he saw her peerless pretty face and slender figure, a light of jealousy and hatred appeared in his eyes, and the left hand behind him was quietly clenched hard.

The second lady was very sensitive to notice that something was wrong, but when she turned her head to look, she didn't find anything wrong, only to see Yao Gongzi holding a fan with his hand, and the clouds were light and light. Frowning, she only thought she was delusional, so she ignored it.

Next to him, Bai He was writing hard.

Although from the perspective of "calligraphy", the pencil words can not be on the table, but at least the speed is not comparable to the brush horse, without much effort, he has put down the pen, and then picked up the white paper is very sassy and flicked, and said with a smile: "It's done!" ”

"Shall I see?"

The second lady took a look, but found that what Bai He wrote was all the "missing words" that she had seen in his room yesterday, so she couldn't help frowning and said in a low voice: "Bai He, what did you write?" ”

"Poetry! What a poem! Bai He said as a matter of course.

"I know you're writing poetry, but look at what you're writing here, can't you write it well?!" The second lady glared at him.

"Forehead ......" Bai He suddenly sweated wildly, and then realized that he had made a low-level mistake: simplified Chinese! The first two levels were passed without suspense, and I forgot about this stubble.

"Yuan'er ......" He was trying to destroy the corpse and let the little Lori ghostwrite it again.

As soon as he spoke, the audience suddenly burst into laughter, and everyone couldn't help but laugh when they saw the content on the paper.

Those merchants who wanted to share the cake were quite reserved, and they coughed hard, looking a little embarrassed, and seemed to feel that it was a bit too embarrassing to share the food behind this straw bag.

Some cultivated families are also more reserved, and they all smile silently, but the contempt in their eyes can't be concealed.

And the group of leg hairs who wanted to hug Yao Gongzi's thighs laughed without scruples: "It is said that Bai Gongzi is only eight buckets tall, this time it is considered a long insight, haha......"

"Bai Gongzi, although you have this ...... Haha, that's a bit of a novelty, but compared with your words, it seems to be insufficient! ”

Among them, there was a pig teammate whose brain was in the water, and he said very bluntly: "I can't even write words, and I want to make a preface?" Get out of the way and let Yao Gongzi come! ”

Yao Gongzi smiled and said nothing, but his expression was clearly saying: This is exactly what he meant.

He himself is the first talent in Jinling, if he can really replace Baihe to preface the wine tasting conference, especially in front of Mr. Qinglian, then it is not impossible to become the first talent in Jiangnan! So he laughed twice, and he actually picked up the pen and wrote a sentence on the paper: In the second year of heaven, on June 19, Mr. Qinglian traveled to Jinling, coinciding with the wine tasting event, and enjoyed with everyone.

"Good word!" Cheers were heard.

The beginning of the regular, but the handwriting is better than Baihe's pencil words I don't know how many times, this sao bao people called "the first genius in Jinling", and there are really some doorways.

Yao Gongzi smiled: "Bai Gongzi, don't misunderstand. Yao just saw Mr. Qinglian's question, and he was itchy for a while, and he wanted to try his level, not intentionally. Scribble, I hope it won't affect Bai Gongzi's answer. You can just do it yourself, don't bother with it. ”

"Hehe...... "Where does Baihe not know what he means?" Now the great poet is watching upstairs, this slut is clearly pretending to be forced, but he also forcibly explains what a wave of nonsense is talking about, hehe......

Hypocrisy!

Despise!

The second lady said that he was indescribably moody, and the city government was quite deep...... Now it seems that I am afraid that my face is not thin! But pretending to be forced also depends on the place, want to slap Lao Tzu in the face? It's just that you're a little bit worse! Bai He smiled coldly, and asked Xiao Lori: "Yuan'er, when I was writing at home that day, I taught you some of the essentials of simplified Chinese characters, do you remember?" ”

"I'm still a little impressed, young master." Little Lori whispered.

Simplified Chinese characters are originally simplified from traditional Chinese characters, and the two come from the same source, of course, there is something interoperable, as long as you understand the simplified rules, it is naturally easy to match the number. When Bai He was writing that night, she taught while writing, and she really remembered a lot.

"Do you know all the words in this poem?" Shirakawa asked again.

Hearing this, Xiao Lori glanced at the poem again, and then nodded and said, "I shouldn't admit my mistake." ”

"Good!" Bai He laughed: "Then let's go, there are a lot of faces, let you have a good time, remember not to be soft!" ”

"Don't listen to him!" The second lady gave him a blank look and carefully advised: "Remember to start lightly, don't hurt your hands." ”

"Okay, thank you Second Miss for your concern." Little Lori responded timidly.

But as soon as she turned her head, she immediately changed her face, and said aloud with a proud face: "I have a pot of wine, and I would like to comfort the wind and dust." Pour into the river and the sea, and give the world a drink. Come and see the depth of the rivers and lakes with you. ”

The crisp children's voice of "Forehead ......" poured into the turbid dust like a clear stream, and people suddenly fell silent: "Little girl, what did you just read?" ”

Little Lori smiled coldly, didn't answer, just read to herself: "I have a pot of wine, how can I comfort the wind and dust?" Hundreds of cups are exhausted, why don't you see you? Drinking empty bottles under the moon, who asks if the porridge can be warm? ”

"Huh!" The crowd fell completely silent.

Little Lori then read: "I have a pot of wine, which can't comfort the dust." Drunk after a young age, a sudden awakening happens. The waves are wide and the stars are wide, and the moon is surging and floating. I hate Hongyi the most, and it is difficult to cross the world. ”

"I have a pot of wine to talk about. In this life, he traveled thousands of miles, and Su Ying was alone. Stepping into the red silk, looking for the traces of the sound. Tilt the lamp to the bright moon, drunk and lie in a river spring. ”

I have a jug of wine, enough to soothe the dust. Step on the stars and stroll through Kunlun. I can't see the immortals, and I sigh with low eyebrows. But I saw that in the spring branches, leaning on the peach blossom king. ”

At this point, there was already silence all around.

Little Lori's voice is crisp and clean, and unconsciously, everyone is brought into the world of poetry by her and into the poet's state of mind.

Each part of this poem begins with the same sentence "I have a pot of wine", which is simple, but straightforward, and sounds majestic and fascinating.

The first poet made a great wish, poured wine into the river and sea, and vowed to drink with the people of the world. However, when he reached the second que, he raised his glass and came out to find a bosom friend: I have run out of a thousand glasses, but where are you? What a shock!

Then the third que turned from amazement to disappointment: the whole world is drunk and I wake up alone, and this is the most lonely. The wings are very light, and the glass of wine is even more turbid, how can it cross the world? And how can I cross myself?

The fourth poet sued Pingsheng to talk about **: Red dust, I have wine in my arms, a shadow with me, when I wake up to the bright moon, drunk and lying in a river spring, it seems to be very good?

Then when he came to the fifth que, he simply exiled himself to Kunlun, the fairyland of his dreams, and in the end, he woke up from the dream, returned to the basics, and saw the peach blossom king in the spring branches......

One by one, layer by layer, exciting, people listen to Xiao Lori read it sentence by sentence, as if they have gone through the course of the poet's life, and they are all embarrassed.

"This white river...... Is it really the rumored straw bale? ”

People looked at the smiling and silent Bai He, and the same thought arose in their hearts: Can such a poem really be made by a straw bale? He can write such a poem, but you say he can't even write a word? Hehe......

"The young master of my family is a scholar of heaven and man, knows astronomy, knows geography, poetry and songs, and is skilled in the art of things. The words he wrote are simplified characters that have been lost in ancient times, and it's ridiculous that you mediocre people can't even read, and you still laugh at him for not being able to write? Who gave you faces? Little Lori asked loudly.

"Uh......" everyone was silent.

"My young master held a wine tasting meeting and invited you to come to taste the wine, but now he hasn't even entered the door, so he let you attack and touch your conscience, don't you feel pain?" Little Lori questioned again.

"Forehead ......" was silent again.