entered the private room, and the book was bamboo. There are bamboo ink paintings hanging in the house, and a window opens next to it, and the window looks out of the Grand Canal.

The sound of water, trumpets, and singing is endless.

Inside the house is a mahogany round table, with carved flowers from the table top to the table legs, and a square round stool with wisps of flowers for the feet.

Ever since he came in, the dish has been served non-stop. Yuzhou fish, sheep in Jiangbei, duck in Jiangnan......

Everything from the south to the north of the world.

If you are courteous to others, you will ask for something.

Ning Caichen is not polite, he eats when he sits down, and drinks when he toasts.

He didn't mention it, he just let Ning Caichen eat and drink well. It is so deep that it eats people's mouths and soft three flavors.

The hunger of two days was made up in one meal.

is no longer so hungry, and Ning Caichen is also interested in chatting.

"I'm afraid this building is expensive. ”

Seeing Ning Caichen speak, Wen Yanei also put down his chopsticks, and no longer helped Ning Caichen pick up vegetables, but said: "Yes! After my building was built, most of them were businessmen or high-rollers. Although there was a surplus, there were almost no literati on the building. ”

Of course, the window is facing the canal, although there is a scene of hundreds of boats competing for the stream, but more is the strength of shorts.

Working people are the most beautiful...... Wait more than a thousand years!

"You invited me here because you wanted me to help you?"

Seeing that Ning Caichen had broken his own collection, Wen Yanei thought about it, gritted his teeth and said: "I just ask Ning Gongzi to invite more friends to come to my upstairs, I, I will be free of wine." ”

"Haha!"

Ning Caichen smiled, he couldn't help laughing, who was his friend?

Lu Dongbin is counted as one, and Yu Niang is also counted, Bai Suzhen, Xiaoqing, and Spider Spirit...... Oh, and there's a Fahai monk.

Ning Caichen had the intention of bringing them together, but was it okay?

These immortals, humans, and demons, which one of them is not the existence of stepping on their feet and destroying the city and the county.

Unless Ning Caichen has a sabotage maniac and wants to destroy this Hangzhou city, these people will never be able to scream.

"Ning Xianggong doesn't believe it, I can make a note. Seeing that Ning Caichen didn't believe it, he was in a hurry, and sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Haha!" Ning Caichen laughed again. "It's not that I don't believe it, but your building is only suitable for Shandong Dahan to sing the big Jiangdong to feast on the heroes. ”

"Ning Xianggong said that as long as I make someone sing Mr. Dongpo's words, I will be saved in this building?"

Ning Caichen shook his head, seeing that he still didn't understand. "Take pen and ink. ”

Wen Yanei was puzzled at first, then overjoyed, and immediately ordered his subordinates to buy the best pen and the best ink.

Just look at him like this, and you will know that he does not understand. Ning Caichen didn't say much, just drank a few more glasses of wine.

Words are like people, and without that kind of boldness, you can't write good words.

There are few bold people in modern times, but this wine is a good thing.

Eating wine one bite after another, Wen Yanei was dumbfounded. This person is too good at eating and drinking, and he doesn't look at his appearance, and the amount of wine alone can't be compared to three or five big men.

The shopkeeper called out his owner. "The owner. ”

"What?"

"The host's wine is the most wrong, just eat some, eat too much, it's not good. It's better to eat more vegetables. Otherwise, I'll ask the cook to cut two catties of cooked beef. ”

Although the shopkeeper did not say it explicitly, it was clear enough.

Wen Yanei nodded and said, "Go quickly." ”

The shopkeeper went, and he went into the house again. This time, it was not to persuade wine, but to keep picking vegetables. "Ning Xianggong eats more food and tastes my lamb barbecue, which can't be eaten elsewhere. Not to mention this sheep, there are more than 20 kinds of herbs for this seasoning alone, and there are 10 kinds of herbs in my Great Song Dynasty, which I entrusted someone to buy from outside. ”

The mutton is good, but if you drink it with a big tongue, this dish will not taste good. There are also a few people who drink alcohol who can eat food, not because they don't want to eat, but because the food is tasteless.

Now you just put his tongue in vinegar, and it doesn't taste like anything.

"Tasteless, tasteless. Or does this wine have a taste. ”

Seeing Ning Caichen lifting the wine jug, where did Wen Yanei dare to let him drink it again. "Ning Xianggong can't drink anymore. ”

"Are you afraid I'll get drunk?"

The lips don't say, but the expression is like this.

Ning Caichen smiled: "Don't worry, this is what is used to write poems, not this." When you have drunk enough wine, you can write the charm. ”

The shopkeeper personally came to serve the food, and saw that Ning Caichen first pointed his hand, and then pointed his head, and said in his heart: This is really drunk! How can you write poetry with only your hands and no brains. Hurry forward. "Ning Xianggong, come, try the cooked beef in our store. ”

Greeting here, the next person has already bought pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

The shopkeeper took the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and asked the next person to cook the decanting soup.

This shopkeeper is of the same mind as the owner, lest Ning Caichen get drunk and waste this table of wine and food in vain.

Just like the literati who were invited before, they ate, drank, and took it, and in the end this business is still like this.

Wen Yanei said that there was a surplus, but it was just kind words.

This Hangzhou is the beginning of the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, although there are businessmen to eat, but it is also a light meal. If you really want to eat, this flower boat on the river is not better than his restaurant.

If he doesn't improve in this building, he will have to lose money.

Ning Caichen snatched the pen, ink, paper and inkstone to block the other party's support. "Don't worry! This wine is arrogant, one or two wines are one or two pounds of arrogance, and one pound of wine is one pound of arrogance. ”

Li Baidou's 100 poems are so famous, as long as you have read the book, there is nothing you don't know.

Although Ning Caichen also has a saying about good wine and good poetry, it is just saying.

Wen Yanei listened, his eyes immediately lit up, and he handed over a pot of good wine and said, "Then Ning Xianggong should eat more wine!"

What he lacks in this building is cultural heritage, and what cultural heritage is comparable to a hundred poems of a talented man.

"Quick, grind the ink. "While respecting Ning Caichen wine, it makes people grind.

Ning Caichen is not a poet, but when the wine is in his stomach, he will forget the details and break free. What poems do you do after you have copied them? Get out of here! Who remembers? Who knows?

There is wine today and drunk today, and it is sad to come and sad to be sad.

It's just that he really drank too much. Twist the tip of the pen with your hand, and twist it a few times without touching it.

The pen swirled in his eyes, he went left, it went right, he went right, it went left, he went up, he went down......

Ning Caichen was in a hurry, and directly pressed the pen on the table, the tip of the pen fell on the table, and the whole brush was forked, which was no longer usable.

"Quickly exchange a pen with Ning Xianggong. ”

"No!" Ning Caichen waved his hand and inserted the pen into the ink. "It's better that way. ”

The paper scroll had already been opened by Xiao Er, and Wen Yanei personally helped Ning Caichen over, but there was no way, he was already drunk.

Maybe drunkards are annoying, but the ghost king's yin qi, under the spirits, there will no longer be a chill in the body.

The trace of yin and cold qi accumulated for thousands of years has not frozen to death of the internal organs, and it is already a ray of life.

Hold it to the paper, and do the bold cursive with the messy nib of the pen.

The world is out of my generation, and the years are urging when I enter the rivers and lakes;

The emperor is talking and laughing, and he is more drunk than life.

Lifting a sword and riding to wave the ghost rain, the white bones are like mountain birds flying in shock;

Dust is like a tide, people are like water, only sighing a few people in the rivers and lakes.

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