The only record of this one of the four peers in Guanzhong in later generations is probably all from the long poem of the poet Du Fu.

The little knowledge that Liu Ji learned in middle school was returned to the physical education teacher early in the morning, and the two poems just now were completely brainless behaviors, perhaps it was the other party's swordsmanship that made it activate from the depths of the memory area of the cerebral cortex into the nervous system, and then through the oral muscles, a series of movements of the tongue, made a sound that he didn't expect himself.

"Do you recognize me?" Aunt Gongsun's face remained unchanged, and she didn't even sweat much on her head.

"When the eldest mother became famous, I was just a baby, how could I be lucky enough to recognize it, before the Yumen closed that day, it was the first time I met, but I have been famous for a long time, and I never thought that I had changed my name now, but is there any trouble?"

Liu Ji opened a jar of wine and poured it for her personally, and Aunt Gongsun twisted the cup, turned it around in the palm of her hand, and then drank it all.

"Since you have heard of my name, you should also know that I was born as a maid in the palace, and I was released when I was old, how can I use my original name again? Whether it's Sun or Gongsun, it's not just a title, what's tight. ”

"I see, it's Liu who is abrupt, don't blame the eldest lady."

Aunt Gongsun waved her hand indifferently, took the jar, poured it for herself, and tasted it slowly, a small figure ran out from behind Zong Siniang, curiously looking at Liu Ji's face.

"I have flowers on my face?"

"Can you make poetry?" Li Tengkong seemed to have discovered something interesting, and his dark eyes kept spinning.

"No, it won't."

Liu Ji simply denied it, damn it, there is a poet fairy sitting in front of him, who dares to claim that he can make poetry in front of him?

Well, Du Fu dares.

"Come like thunder to reap anger, and then like a river and sea condensing clear light."

Shixian didn't drink a good wine, and added a sentence on the side for fear that the world would not be chaotic, Liu Ji gave him a look of "it's about your", but people didn't care about it at all.

"Yes, that's it, you didn't write it, you copied it?"

"The little lady is really ice and snow smart, you can guess this."

Liu Ji praised her violently, Li Tengkong looked at him vigilantly, he was really afraid of being bullied by him, and he didn't believe it at all.

"Copy whom?"

"Why do you ask so clearly about such a shameful thing."

"That's what you wrote."

"Okay, I'm afraid of you, when I was three years old, a monk who traveled to the party, saw that I was talented and intelligent, and wanted to kidnap me to be an apprentice, but I used a trick to escape, and he had no choice but to leave a poem and drift away, leaving only a back, exuding loneliness and loneliness in the sunset."

Several people all looked at him in a daze, and Shixian asked curiously.

"Monk?"

"Well, monks, monks."

"Hey, how can you not be a Taoist priest."

Shixian patted a few cases with regret, Liu Ji and the others looked at each other, and after a while, they burst into laughter at the same time, even Zong Siniang and Li Tengkong were no exception.

Li Bai also laughed, everyone saw him gag, but they didn't want to admit it, just if there was something unspeakable, in fact, he was just a little clean, the original authors were still alive, I believe that I don't need to rely on copying poems to gain a foothold, I don't need to rely on copying poems to get to the top, and I don't need to rely on copying poems to find women.

"Okay, okay, you all have wine, little brother, where is your starling?"

Liu Ji picked up a jar of wine and photographed a few cases: "Please give advice to the starling." ”

Nan Jiyun looked at the jar and smiled, a white light flashed in front of Liu Ji's eyes, which was incomparably fast, he subconsciously retracted his hand, only to hear a soft sound of "click", and the jar that he pressed on several cases did not even shake it, but the mud seal on it split into two halves and fell to the ground with a "snap".

From beginning to end, he didn't even see clearly how the other party took out the knife and how he collected the knife!

You must know that it was a long knife, which was later known as the Tang Zhi knife, which was half longer than the horizontal knife on his waist.

Nan Jiyun stretched out one hand and poured the jar into his mouth like this, wiped the corners of his mouth at the end, and frowned dissatisfied.

"It's kind of bitter."

Drink like him, it's no wonder if it's not bitter, the wine of later generations is stored in wooden barrels, and it has to be put before drinking for a long time, and it is a little bit of B to decant the wine, in fact, it is to let the juice be in full contact with the air to improve its taste.

The batch he brought from Qiuzi was a porcelain jar sealed with mud, with a smell of earth, and it would have to be left for a longer time, but the wine of this era was basically fruit-brewed, because the grain was too expensive, and it was illegal to use it to make wine.

"Mine, mine." Li Tengkong saw that they were eating happily, and he also joked.

"People have unique skills, what do you have?"

Li Tengkong looked up and down, and Liu Ji waved his hand again and again: "Forget it, I don't dare to look at you, just drink it." ”

"You...... Bullied me again. ”

Li Tengkong has formed a natural reaction, this kind of childlike coquettishness is an expression that she has rarely had, and for a while, Liu Ji was also stunned.

"Just be stunned and do nothing, eat and drink."

The master of the house spoke, and everyone obeyed, Zong Siniang presented the wine and food sent by the soldiers one by one, and sat next to her husband, not to help him pour wine and vegetables, but to join them.

"You don't see ......"

The old man took a few cases and sang loudly.

"The water of the Yellow River, coming from the sky, flows to the sea and never returns."

Gongsun, Nanba, Li Tengkong, Zong Siniang and others echoed one after another.

"You don't see ......"

The old man's singing voice rose again, without the slightest old age, but indescribably atmospheric.

"The mirror of the high hall is full of sorrow, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk."

Unknowingly, Liu Ji also participated in their chorus, this is Datang.

The Tang Dynasty of Poetry and Wine.

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone.

......

Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.

The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope to be drunk and do not want to wake up.

The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name.

......”

A song is about to run out of wine, echoing in this humble hut, I don't know if it's because of wine or poetry, Liu Ji was so drunk that he finally snatched Li Bai's song and sang the last sentence with a broken voice even higher than him.

"Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you!"

All the people in the room stopped, looking at this drunken and relaxed young man, Li Tengkong's pretty face was flushed, and his eyes were amazingly bright.

"Could this be the same that you monk chanted when you were three years old?"

"Hiccup." Liu Ji's throat purred: "I forgot to tell you that he left a total of ...... at that time."

"Two sentences."