The pen fell into a storm, and the poem became a weeping ghost and god.

On the side of the Wu Tao case, Wang Xizhi raised the pen and chanted silently, leaning less, calming down, and falling with the pen. I can see that the green shirt is waving like a disease, like a dragon and snake turning away; Splashing ink is like a hook, and the words want to fly.

Others read quickly and slowly, but he is different from others, his wrists are like swinging, like clouds like flowing water, like trickles, without stopping for a moment. However, the effort of two teas and two short poems of seven words jumped on the paper.

Director Wang and Xi Jian bowed their heads and savored it, one leaned over according to the paper, and the other held his beard and smiled. It is still a book to inherit Zhong Xuan, and the line is quite a knife and pen, and the ink is deep and round. The most rare thing is that he is only nine years old, and he can have such wrist strength, which is impossible to achieve in time.

Director Wang blew the handwriting lightly, dried the ink with the autumn wind, lifted the Zuobo paper slightly, and laughed loudly: "You can hold this book, please take a look at Mr. Maoyi before." ”

The corners of Wang Xizhi's mouth were lightly raised, and he walked with a step, and the entourage behind him came out with poems. When he arrived in front of Mrs. Wei, he said: "Mr. Maoyi, I have only been studying for two years, and my pen power is sometimes unsuccessful, Mr. is a disciple of Zhonghou again, can you not hesitate to advise?" ”

"Leave it alone!"

Mrs. Wei's eyebrows slanted slightly, and her slender eyes looked at Wang Xizhi slightly, although she was not as handsome as Liu Nong, but she also had a different brilliance, and secretly compared the foolish Wei Xie, and slowly shook her head: Wei Xie can be regarded as a talented character, but compared with these two little Langjun, I always feel that there is something missing.

What is it? Wonderful!

Well, Shencai, a calm and splendid Tibetan Yuan Lake, a beautiful Qinggang arrogant king.

The words were presented to the case, and she straightened her body slightly, looking at it. In a rough view, the corners of the mouth are slightly lower; When I looked at it again, my eyebrows were raised; At last, she got up and said, "Bring the case!" ”

Everyone is puzzled, looking at the calligraphy, why do you still have to carry the case! Duwang Xizhi smiled with his hand, ordered his entourage to go quickly, and looked at Liu Nong with a smile, raising his eyebrows from time to time.

Liu Nong pressed his hands on his knees, and he looked really bored, so he slowly raised his eyes and matched them. He didn't avoid it, but took a step forward and said with a smile: "Can you please give me a drink?" ”

Liu Nong said: "This wine is extremely strong! ”

Wang Xizhi said: "Thicker than ink? As he spoke, he didn't wait for Liu Nong to answer, grabbed the wine glass on the case, and drank it in one sip. Freeze, stunned!

Liu Nong was amused in his heart, and said slowly: "Slowly and deeply, don't rush, don't surge, exhale, come out slowly!" ”

"Uh, ha......"

Wang Xizhi did as he said, slowed down the spicy breath that was as thick as a knife, took a breath, his eyes were bright and dripping, and after a while, he said: "Your wine is too strong!" Good wine, go down the mountain later, I have something to give. ”

At this time, when the entourage came to carry the case, he turned to face Mrs. Wei, as if he remembered something, and turned back to Liu Nong again and said, "Don't quit!" ”

Liu Nong smiled indifferently, although he didn't get up, he also leaned over and looked at Mrs. Wei, to see if she would cry when she saw the words. Judging from his perception of her in the past two days, she is a thoughtful, above-the-top and forbearant character. If he sees a good word, he will say that this son will eventually surpass me, and he will whimper and weep, he will not believe it.

But if you enter the wood, you want to descend to her according to this?

Sure enough, Mrs. Wei took a look at the black peach case, and there were shallow ink marks on the case, which were the back of the paper. She stared at the river, and there was a ghostly light in her eyes that wanted to vomit, but she still didn't look good, and said indifferently: "The wrist strength is very thick, and I have received the shape of the bell master, but I don't have its god." When you turn the pen, although you do your best, you can finally see the trace. If you say that the pen is good, it should be a second grade. If you talk about the whole game, you only have three products. Depending on your young age, all kinds of things, tentatively set the second grade. ”

Second product! A word with the wind, a long ocean. Her words are faint but rewarding. Look at this is just a second product, you must know that books are different poems, some people have been wise since childhood, and even good sentences can be passed down through the ages. But calligraphy is different, not day and night longitudinal brushstrokes and water, and then go through the practice and sharpening the edge, and finally decades of obscurity, only to have up and down vertically and horizontally.

Wang Xizhi was also very happy, and bowed deeply to Mrs. Wei with the corners of his mouth. Mrs. Wei received a salute and was about to sit down, when Director Wang took advantage of the situation and said: "Yu Su, you say all day long that your penmanship is lacking, all because you are not a famous teacher. Now that Mr. De Maoyi is in person, what are you still doing reserved? Salute quickly! ”

Wang Xizhi is a very smart person, he was slightly stunned when he heard it at first, and then he pounced, knelt on the ground, and said crisply: "Mr. is above, and he is worshipped." Yu is a dull thing, but I love the book of Zhong Hou very much, and I hope that Mr. will not abandon it, pity it, pass it on, and follow the way of the sages! ”

One bow, another bow, three bows.

Mrs. Wei raised her thin eyebrows a few times, her hands folded on her left knee were interlocked, and she could see that the tiger's mouth was white, and her chest was also rising and falling slightly, and finally she sighed secretly and said in a deep voice: "Get up, be willing to be your teacher!" ”

This is apprenticeship! Northland Weishi, this is bowing! Director Wang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, raised his glass and invited again, the Northland family was full of faces, although there was a hurry and a slowness in the cup, but in the end they all obeyed.

Those who know the times are also Junjie!

And Wang Xizhi was overjoyed, and did not return to his uncle's side, and sat next to Liu Nong by himself. seemed to be meek and leaned on Mrs. Wei's head, but secretly stretched out his index finger and middle finger and hooked towards Liu Nong. Liu Nongli ignored him, sweating profusely: You little brat, will I be the same as you? Like a little fox who has stolen honey.

Zhu Tao saw the two of them in his eyes, was amused, and took a sip of strong wine without covering it, and suddenly sprayed a table.

Wang Xizhi said: "Such a good wine, but it is used as a cow drink, it is a pity!" ”

Zhu Tao waved his hand, and he didn't notice that the sleeves of his robe were stained with residual wine, and said with a smile: "Niu also knows wine, it must also be Ya Niu, how dare you say that it is ruined, come and come, tiger head, and then serve wine!" ”

"Huh!"

Wang Xizhi was surprised, grabbed Liu Nong, and said hurriedly: "You are also called Tiger Head?" How old are you this year? ”

Liu Nong said: "Well, I am also called Hutou." Eight years old. ”

"It's really smaller than me!"

"Young and old, neither can be relied upon."

Liu Nong smiled slightly, instructed Liu Zhi to take another pot of wine, and handed it to the case. Zhu Tao was happy when he saw the wine, and he plucked the mud and poured it, and he didn't want him to pour it.

At this time, the elegant collection has begun, one after another. Some names Liu Nong has heard of, and some have never heard of them. During the period from the Western Jin Dynasty to the Eastern Jin Dynasty, due to the rebellion of the Eight Kings and the Five Hu Chaos, the historical materials were few and miscellaneous. Some of them don't know which is true and which is false, just like Wang Xizhi's book just now and introduced Mrs. Wei, and the notes in the wild history are false.

Wang Xizhi saw that Liu Nong was neither salty nor indifferent to him, and he was a little bored. But the more this is the case, the more he feels that this little Langjun who is younger than him is different.

Said: "Tiger head, you have such a good wine, why don't you share it with everyone and only care about your own home." ”

Liu Nong looked back at him and watched him put his two fingers on the case, tapping lightly. Although it seems natural and freehand, it actually has the meaning of a child's goodwill. It just so happened that he was also going to offer wine to Xi Jian, if he went away, he might be rude. If he leads, it is different, and he said: "Good poetry needs to know the meaning of the person, and good wine needs to have an elegant heart." ”

Wang Xizhi said with a smile: "Uncle is very fond of wine, and most of the people here also like wine. Wine brews into incense, if it is buried deep in the soil, who knows the elegance? Come with me! ”

As he spoke, he saluted Mrs. Wei and said that he would take Liu Nong to offer wine, but Mrs. Wei had been silently watching, but at this time she nodded slightly.

Liu Nong asked Liu Zhi to serve the last small pot, and stepped on the grass all over the ground to Wang Dao and Xi Jian. When he waved his robe, he saw Yu Liang at a glance, and he was looking at him in the depths of the forest, and the two of them touched each other.

Needle!

Liu Nong's heart is sinking, he is not afraid of thieves stealing, but he is really afraid of thieves. It's just that this guy is still the uncle of the country in the future, and after more than ten years, he and Director Wang can fight separately. But now that he is weak, what can he do. Fortunately, the place he wants to seek is not his old man's guard. and avoid, in order to observe the other day.

Turning his eyes and leaving, his eyebrows spread, and his heart was cold and clearer.

When they arrived in front of the stone, Director Wang and Xi Jian watched them approach with smiles. Xi Jian pulled the two little Langjun left and right, and said with a smile: "Zhulian is shining!" ”

Although Director Wang smiled, he secretly felt that this was inappropriate, if it was the Peijun Liu family, it should be able to compete with the Langya Wang family. But Liu Nong wants to start a new door at this time, at most, he is a second-class scholar, how can he be compared. However, there are still important things today, and some small things are only attached to a smile.

Liu Nong uncovered the mud of the pot of bamboo leaves, the fragrance was thick, Wang Dao changed color for it, and Xi Jian smiled lightly and only looked at Liu Nong pouring wine. The hand is steady, the noble person does not tremble, the heart is calm, and he is praised and courteous.

Eight points on the wine is a weekly ceremony. Seven points on the wine is for the elegance.

One for seven, one for eight. Wang Dao holds eight, and Xi Jian holds seven. One is expensive, the other is near. Xi Jian tasted wine and said with a smile: "The wine is good, the poetry is good, and the people are better." ”

He bowed his head and whispered: "Although Xuan'er is only eight years old, she has also sung poetry......"

Liu Nong was embarrassed and almost couldn't hold the pot. A face went from brow to neck, extremely twisted. Oh my God, seven-year-old Lori......

Director Wang drank wine, slowly entered his throat, and praised the wine again and again. borrowed the cup to hide the color, looked into the distance, and there was a child of a green-shirted family who looked at it and nodded slowly.

"How can this wine be enjoyed exclusively!"

Director Wang laughed loudly and asked Liu Nong, "Can I borrow your wine and ask everyone to share it?" ”

Liu Nong said: "I don't dare to invite you!" ”

The attendant walked away with wine, and only got a small pot, and every time he passed a case, he poured only a small cup, and drank it for the elder. The color of the wine is different, non-turbidity and non-ant, as bright as a lake. The aroma of the wine is even more different, thick and into the arms, and you will not leave once you stay. Those young men from the family who have not been drunk are like cats scratching in their hearts, smelling the fragrance of wine, and seeing the crystal, they are really impatient, and they exclaim: "What kind of wine is this!" ”

Liu Nong nodded slightly to Liu Zhi, Liu Zhi stepped forward, and looked deeply in all directions, and then replied: "Zhu Yeqing!" ”

After saying that, after retreating to the case, Liu Nong finally beat the wine out with him. Otherwise, if it was an ordinary occasion, Liu Zhi categorically did not have the opportunity to come forward to speak.

Director Wang raised his glass again and said, "In the past, there was Liu Ling, a wine fairy in the bamboo forest, who was drunk for many years. Today, the leaves are windy, and the green pond is long. We are all sons of food poetry and books, and we should be able to hold the wine in the cup and relax our chests. Everyone, do it! ”

Everyone got up and drank, the wine glass fell rapidly, all of them were red-faced, and they felt that they couldn't hide their hearts, and it seemed that the sky and the earth were big and I was alone, and the mountains and rivers were beautiful and I was secluded.

The atmosphere is stronger.

Pushing the cup and changing the lamp, singing poetry and ambition, it is the time when it is glorious.

"Woo......"

"Woo, woo, woo......"

I don't know where the sound of Xun sounded, it was already vast when it started, around the willow forest, swinging towards the blue waves and seeping cold. Everyone is being generous, each Shu has seen it, and when they hear this voice, they are all birds.

Silent and silent.

The sound of Xun is in the wind, and the eyes are full of desolation. The ancient sound is eighty-eight, the piano is strong, the zheng is clear, the Xiao is the sound of the turn, and the flute is long. The song "Remembering the Old Man in the Mountains", slowly and meanderingly, seems to be complaining, and the wind and rain are all dyed with sadness.

Some people are confused when they hear it, some people cry when they hear it, some people stomp their feet when they hear it, and some people look north and bow their heads. Liu Nong grabbed his eyes and looked directly, only to see Director Wang get up when he heard the voice, looking around left and right, waiting to speak.

Will Zhou Boren get up? That: I don't kill Beren, but Beren died because of me, will I weep at this time!

Zhou Yi got up, he grabbed the wine glass, and threw the glass up. staggered out of the short case, knelt to the north, and wailed: "The sky, how to teach Shenzhou Lu Shenyan, the scenery is still like yesterday, where is my king, where is my friend?" Why is the country changing? ”

The voice of the mournful geese, the hands pounded the ground, and the crying loudly.

His cry immediately caused a lot of mourning, most of these northern families are wealthy and deep, and they have survived the rebellion between Jia and the Eight Kings in the north, and then meet Yongjia in the dust. For the Shenzhou that plummeted and slipped down, they were deeply sorry for themselves. In his position, he thinks about his politics, and he has poetry and books, but he doesn't know the reason, why not be sad?

At this moment, Director Wang struck the case bitterly and shouted: "How sad? ”

Stood up and hurried, ran to the edge of the pool, helped Zhou Boren up, and then swept around, there was red fire in his eyes, and there was essence in his eyes, and everyone avoided.

And he, even more high-spirited, raised his arms near the water, and said in a loud voice: "Sadness and sadness are parting, and happiness is a new acquaintance." I lost the king, I lost the land, I lost the friend. What does it mean to be sad? ”

One word hits the water, and the water rises three thousand.

He shouted again: "All heroes are also heroic, why do you act like this woman!" ”

Slowly, the voice seemed to hurt the liver: "My generation bears poetry and books and holds swords, and stands in the court and looks far away." The loss of the Northland is in the responsibility and on the shoulders! The north is wolf smoke, the north is also vast, just preparing in Jiangdong, storing grain and raising armor, one day riding a red horse, swinging north, in order to restore the royal family. Why bother doing this, Chu prisoner is relative! ”

"Ladies and gentlemen!!"

With a long voice, he put his hands in front of his eyebrows and shook his head remotely.

Zhu Tao threw the cup and said in a loud voice: "I am willing to attach the tail, I am willing to accumulate martial arts, and I am willing to hold the sharp armor!" Abandon a piece of glory, and eventually go on the Northern Expedition, and return me thousands of miles to Langlang! ”

Liu Nong paused, this is the captain of the Western Barbarians! There is pride in the chest, at this time it is beneficial in the future, but it can not be retreated, according to the case, and said vertically: "Although Liu Nong is young and has a small identity, he is also willing to cultivate poetry and books, and devote himself to the family and accumulate martial arts, waiting for Wang Zhao!" ”

Everyone was shocked, and Xi Jian was stunned; Wang Xizhi looked at him, his little mouth opened wide; Even Mrs. Wei couldn't help but twist her lips and smile. But at this time, no one dared to laugh at him in person, and Yu Liang also stopped talking a few times. He borrowed the momentum of Wang Dao, who dares to disobey Wang Dao at this moment!