"I didn't bring any money when I went out today, so I will definitely treat you to something delicious next time." "www.biquge.info Li Jin originally wanted to make a big deal and promised to take others to play, but now he can't do it, and he is inevitably a little embarrassed in his heart.

But Na Yue didn't seem to take it seriously, so she quietly followed behind Li Jin.

"I'll take you to a place that is fun and doesn't cost anything." The fun and cost-free place that Li Jin mentioned was actually a teahouse opened by a group of rich and stinky literati and writers in order to exchange poems. The tea and pastries are all free, but there are conditions for entering the door of the restaurant, either improvise a poem to win the appreciation of half of the people present, or make a pair of couplets that have been laid out a long time ago, anyway, as long as this group of literati thinks you have literary talents, you can enter.

Although Li Jin, who has crossed over, can't compose poems, he can plagiarize, how many poems and poems of celebrities have been memorized when he was in school, and composing poems is a piece of cake for him.

The first few times he came to the city, Li Jin had money on him, and he looked down on this group of literati who could only dance and write and make ink blind and hypocritical, so he wouldn't go to that place at all, but now it's different, in order to show that he can play, he can only choose such a place where he can eat, drink and don't spend money.

A two-story teahouse, with red lacquer carved molds outside, reveals a trace of luxury in its simplicity.

Although the tea house has only two floors, it occupies a very large area.

As soon as Li Jin and Na Yue entered the teahouse, they were greeted by a super large hall, but there were no tea and pastries in it, only countless square tables, and all kinds of pen, ink, paper, and inkstones on the table were complete, which had been arranged in accordance with the ancient literati's habit of dancing and making ink.

Some tables have two pairs of paper, one of which already has words, which requires pairs. On some tables, there is a large piece of rice paper, and there are colorful paints and brushes of different thicknesses on the table, which are paintings. Some tables are simply placed with pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, which is required to compose poems.

At this time, many people had gathered in the hall, some were standing at the table to think, and some were standing in front of the window and watching. This group of people all wanted their works to be appreciated by the people on the second floor of this teahouse, so that even if they really entered the circle of literati and elegant guests, they would become famous. As they become famous, the value of their poems and paintings will naturally rise.

Li Jin's thinking, which came from an advanced civilization, is certainly ahead of this group of ancients, and he will not follow the rules like this group of people. After finishing a work, he asked the scholar who was waiting on the first floor to show it to the group of people on the second floor, and he waited for the result below.

If you want to do it, you can do it as a blockbuster, he has full confidence in himself, no, he is Li Bai, Du Fu and others, and any song is a masterpiece for the ages.

So, he stood in the hall, mobilized the internal force in his lower body, made his voice a little louder, and recited a song by Li Bai "Wuqi Song" loudly:

When Gusu was on the Wuqi platform, the palace of King Wu was drunk.

Wu Ge Chu dance is not finished, and Qingshan wants to win half of the day.

The silver arrow gold pot leaks a lot, and it looks like the autumn moon falls into the river waves.

The East is getting higher and higher.

This poem changed from singing about love to satirizing the **** life of the upper class, and Li Jin took the opportunity to secretly ridicule this group of pretentious literati.

"Good poetry, good poetry. This is really poetic and uninhibited. ”

As soon as Li Jin finished reading, when Na Yue was still reminiscing about the poems and sighing that Li Jin still had this talent, he suddenly heard an appreciation from upstairs, and then a group of handsome boys in gorgeous clothes walked down the stairs on the second floor and slowly came to Li Jin's side.

"In Xia Su and Yang, dare to ask the honorable surname of this brother." A handsome man dressed in a white robe with green bamboo embroidered on it politely said to Li Jinzuo first.

Li Jin looked at Su Yuyang, and then at the others behind him, it seemed that this Su Yuyang was the leader of this group of people.

When Li Jin glanced at everyone, he also said in the same way: "Under Li Jin, this is a friend under him, Nayue." Li Jin introduced Nayue by the way.

But Su Yuyang didn't seem to be interested in Nayue, just glanced at him and nodded slightly.

Na Yue didn't care, and nodded in return.

"Brother Li, please upstairs." Su Yuyang stretched out his hand to Li Jin and asked. "Ah Cai, prepare a good pen, ink, paper, and inkstone." Then, Su Yuyang said to the scholar beside him.

In this way, under the envious gaze of many scholars and literati on the first floor, Li Jin was surrounded and followed Su Yuyang and others to the second floor of their dreams.

When Li Jin came to the second floor, he saw that the layout of the second floor was obviously different from that on the first floor.

The second floor is divided into many different styles of areas, with valuable screens in the middle, some places are placed with small tables for drinking tea, some places are placed carved long tables for writing poems and paintings, and there are rest areas full of pastries, fruits and drinks.

Su Yiyang first introduced Li Jin and Na Yue into a tea party and personally made tea for the two.

"Brother Li, dare to ask what is the name of the poem you wrote downstairs just now?"

"Uqi Qu." Li Jin said without thinking.

"Wuqi Qu ・・・・・・・ a good name, it is also a poem and a song, and it contains deep meaning, Brother Li is really a strange person, so I admire it." Su Yuyang said with an unpretentious look of adoration. "There is a reluctant request below, and I hope Brother Li will be satisfied."

"Brother Su, but it's okay to say."

"Because my father also loves poetry, I also ask Brother Li to write this poem for me."

What, writing?

Although Li Jin has practiced calligraphy for several years, he can only look at it after all, and he can't do it.

Two days ago, when Greenyi was teaching the children to write, he walked away with something temporarily, so he asked Li Jin to write a few words for the children to write accordingly. As a result, even the children disliked the ugliness of his writing, and even one child who really couldn't write Li Jin's words and cried urgently.

Li Jin looked hesitant, and anyone who saw it was reluctant, but who knew that it was not that he didn't want to write, but that there was something unspeakable.

Na Yue seemed to see that Li Jin was a little inconvenient, and took the initiative to ask Ying to say: "I can't write a few big characters, I don't know if I can take advantage of Brother Li's talent to give me the opportunity to perform in the next place, and write this Wuqi song on behalf of Brother Li." ”

After Na Yue finished speaking, not only Su Yuyang, who had not been looking at him directly, was surprised, but even Li Jin was slightly stunned.

This Na Yue dares to take the initiative to write, it seems that the handwriting is good, it is better to let him write, it is better than being embarrassed by himself.

Li Jin, who was sure of Nayue's handwriting and good handwriting, happily agreed, and the owners of other people's poems agreed, so Su Yuyang naturally didn't have the convenience to say anything, and he was also very curious about how Nayue's words were written.

Su Yuyang led Li Jin and Na Yue to the desk that had been prepared a long time ago, the high-quality rice paper, the brush with the jade rod, and the things on the desk were extremely luxurious, which showed that Su Yuyang really regarded poetry and painting as a hobby.

The old god Nayue stood in front of the desk, picked up the pen and dipped it in the ink that Su Yuyang personally grinded for him.

As soon as he stood in front of the desk, Na Yue immediately highlighted a unique temperament, elegant, atmospheric, and had a feeling of scolding Fang Xuan.

Li Jin and Su Yiyang were both attracted by his temperament, and stared intently.

Lifting the pen, dropping the word, the whole set of actions is smooth, all in one go, even the layman can see that this is the ability to be practiced after strict training and edification.

"After I finished writing, I asked Brother Su to give me advice." Na Yue put down the pen and said politely to Su Yuyang.

Su Yuyang walked to the front and took a closer look. There is no lack of ambition in the chic of the whole word, and there is a lot of pride in the delicate.

"Good words, good words, I didn't expect Brother Nayue to have such attainments in calligraphy at such a young age." Su Yuyang was excited to hold this character. "It's a great blessing that I have all the good poems and good words, and I believe my father will be ecstatic."

Li Jin was relieved when he looked at Su Yuyang's happy expression, he finally didn't show his pretending talent, and finally didn't forget to secretly squeeze his eyes at Na Yue, and Na Yue, who had always been serious, also gave a look back.

Next, Su Yuyang, who got good words and poems, was naturally in a good mood, pulled the two to drink tea and chat until noon, and invited the two to the most high-end restaurant in the city for lunch, and the hospitality was very thoughtful.