Li Zisheng was still thinking. What exactly is the right word to write.

The crowd outside was also discussing in detail.

"Brother Zhou, this little doll is indeed fast enough to write poems, but when it comes to writing words, a little doll has never experienced parting or melancholy, and this little doll is afraid that it will be difficult."

"Well, Brother Chen, what you said is true, my poetry and literature are flourishing in the Tang Dynasty, but this lyrics and songs are just dust things, not my literature and Taoism, just as that daily pastime, presumably this little doll has not even heard the lyrics and songs, so it is embarrassing."

"Well, then let's prepare first, I have prepared a few good poems today, I believe that this time I can also go up to the second floor and be the person who tastes it."

Everyone outside has this understanding, so they all start to prepare for it.

"Look, that little doll is moving."

One sentence attracted everyone's attention, and everyone focused on Li Zisheng's body.

Li Zisheng didn't care about everyone's eyes.

Lift the pen and splash the ink directly on the rice paper.

Nguyen Lang Gui

The slanting wind and drizzle are falling, and the painting curtain is mopping the ground. Pingshan has a few songs and smoke, and the willow catkins fly in the idle garden.

The new green is dense, the red is sparse, and the milk warbler cries in the sun. The spring cold wants to penetrate the plain brocade clothes, and the fallen flowers have not returned.

Li Zisheng looked at writing the name of this song at this time, and his heart was also inexplicably sentimental, this word has always been Li Zisheng's own favorite, so he unconsciously recited it softly.

Although he didn't drink alcohol at this time, he was a little drunk, Nalan Xingde is a person who is most affectionate and sexual, and he has always been a person that Li Zisheng admires.

The fat shopkeeper saw that Li Zisheng was finished, looked at Li Zisheng, who was a little intoxicated, and didn't say anything, and waited until Li Zisheng came to his senses and put away the rice paper.

It also happened that after a stick of incense was burned, the last cigarette ash fell.

Li Zisheng found a stool to sit down, closed his eyes and recuperated, Ba Liang was also bored at this time and stayed on the side to observe the three flavors, what are the three heads and six arms, so many people have come here, even if they know that they will spend ten taels of silver, they don't care.

After a long time, there were more and more people waiting outside, and there was still no news on the second floor inside, and the eight taels were a little upset, and they wanted to go directly to the second floor confidant several times, but they were completely stopped by Li Zisheng, and finally had to wait anxiously on the side.

The crowd outside was also a little irritable.

In the past, the three flavors of the poems were very fast, whether good or bad, they were quickly informed of the results, and announced in front of everyone, although it was quite dough-consuming, and the people who delivered the manuscript were red-faced, but the time spent would not be too much.

Finally, in the midst of everyone's expectations, the fat shopkeeper walked down on the second floor, with only a note in his hand, and directly handed the note into Li Zisheng's hands without words, and then retreated directly to the side, not talking, waiting for Li Zisheng's answer, but the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone were directly replaced with a new set.

"Look at it, the owner of this Sanweiju has replaced all the pen, ink, paper and inkstone of this little doll with a new one, this is something that has never been seen before, I didn't expect that today I would be able to meet it, this little doll must have great talent."

Everyone outside discussed and saw the action of the fat shopkeeper, and the replacement of pen, ink, paper and inkstone directly caused a lot of sensation outside.

Li Zisheng looked at the note in his hand, there were a few simple words on it, these words were written beautifully and timelessly, in Li Zisheng's opinion, it didn't look like it was written by a man at all, but it looked like it was written by a woman.

There are no lengthy words on it, just what is drinking and what is drinking?

Li Zisheng thought for a while, and directly wrote his views on drinking in small characters on the new rice paper.

This is actually Li Zisheng's own view of this drinking in modern times, after all, he is a petty bourgeois youth.

The wine is in the cup, the cup is in the hand, the words are in the wine, and the love is in the heart.

The frankness, Geng Jie, and the snake when the staggered planning, and the wine style, wine quality, and wine state after the three rounds of wine are all reflected between the cups.

Humble gentlemen, relatives and villains, the cold and warm in the world, and the hot and cold state of the world, are all shown in the sipping.

Li Zisheng looked at what he had written, and his heart was also full of thoughts, Li Zisheng, the owner of this Sanwei House, had a feeling that this person was definitely not a man, but he was definitely not an ordinary woman, he must be a person with a very good background.

But this background is also relative, and Li Zisheng himself doesn't know whether his guess is accurate, but the abnormal behavior of the master of the three flavors has strengthened Li Zisheng's own cognition, and there must be demons when things go wrong.

The fat shopkeeper took Li Zisheng's manuscript and disappeared on the stairs on the second floor.

Li Zisheng was still unhurried, calmly closing his eyes and recuperating there, not saying a word, until he scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously, and was bored alone.

Outside, it was like a fried pan, and it didn't calm down.

"Why did this little doll talk to the big shopkeeper, this is simply too incredible, I really didn't expect it. Who the hell is this little doll? ”

"Fortune, I want all the information about this little kid in an hour." At this time, a man in a bright yellow robe above the restaurant in the distance commanded to the servants behind him,

"Childe, please upstairs." The fat shopkeeper walked down from the second floor and was more respectful to Li Zisheng than before.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today I am fortunate to have three flavors, and another talented man has successfully entered my second floor, today three flavors are closed, and please please be early tomorrow."

After the fat shopkeeper finished speaking, he closed the door of the store directly.

The voices of everyone's discussion became more enthusiastic, and they were amazed, as if they had witnessed the birth of a champion. The people who can enter the second floor of the Sanwei Ju are all the best, among which there are two more well-known ones, and the rest have covered up their identities, but these two people are the top two in the Lingzhou Lecheng State School Genius Pavilion and so on.

And these top two are the talents of the champions, and they are the stars of Wenqu in the sky. He is a well-known person in the entire Lingzhou literary circle, and his enlightenment teacher is the master of Chinese culture, and the elders of the family are also officials in the court and hold great power.

This time, this little doll actually went directly to the second floor of Sanwei Ju, and she could directly pass the difficulties of these talents, which can be called a double masterpiece of poetry. The most important thing is that this little boy has completed the double writing of poems in a stick of incense, which is even more extraordinary.

The people waiting outside did not disperse for a long time, and they were discussing fiercely about the matter of the little boy who had just entered.

"Ling'er, what are you doing?" The boy just above the second floor was already a little gloomy in his eyebrows and eyes, and the knuckles of his fingers holding the white fan were a little pale. stared at the second floor of Sanweiju.