Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Wine in the Book

"This author's writing is average, and he doesn't have the ability to write poetry, and he likes to write abusive essays, there is no discipline, this kind of book can be popular?"

Lu Zheng turned into a troll, his beard was flying, and he stopped after spraying a cup of tea.

"Dean, you drink tea."

Liu Qingfeng intimately handed Lu Zheng a cup of tea.

Lu Zheng took the tea and drank it all, his chest was still a little undulating, but he felt much better after spraying it.

The dog author, even if the writing is poor, he dares to write about Hyunya, he is angry with the old man, and he is not in the mood to sleep.

"Okay, let's not talk about it, I'm leaving." He came here to complain and get ready to go back to sleep.

Liu Qingfeng said weakly: "That...... Lord Dean, the beautiful man in the border city has released a new book. ”

"Who? Who is the beautiful man in the border city? Lu Zheng was stunned for a moment, full of doubts, and just hearing the name made people frown.

"He is the author of the Three-Year Covenant."

"Such a vulgar name, a lot like this dog...... Ahem, the author's style. ”

Lu Zheng frowned first, and then said, "He published a book again?" With such a fast speed, it's obvious that I don't have any intentions, show it to me, and I'm going to criticize it fiercely. ”

Liu Qingfeng nodded, and immediately took "Knife Xing".

Lu Zheng took the book and opened it, his eyes swept the beginning, and his whole body was suddenly shocked, his old eyes were round, containing shock, and with a deep sense of disbelief.

"The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes......"

After reading the opening poem, he lost his eyes and couldn't calm down for a long time, and even closed his eyes, not daring to look down anymore.

He was afraid that what was going to happen would tarnish the poem.

"Are you sure it was written by the same person?"

Lu Zheng calmed down and asked Liu Qingfeng solemnly.

Liu Qingfeng said seriously: "It's definitely the same author, where do students dare to talk nonsense, when they see this opening, students are also shocked." ”

"Amazing, amazing!"

Lu Zheng was full of emotion, his eyes were complicated, "The change in style is so big, the last book is obviously average, and the poetry is not matched, this book is completely different at the beginning, it can only show that this author has a deep foundation, the previous one is clumsy, and this poem alone is enough to shake the literary world!" ”

After speaking, he refocused his gaze on the follow-up content, and he was obsessed with this look, and he couldn't stop.

In this book, there are temples and halls, rivers and lakes far, and literati arrogance, how similar to the Shenwu Continent, he seems to have entered a new world, and unconsciously saw the end.

Lu Zheng was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but say, "It's gone?" Who can read this little bit of content? ”

Liu Qingfeng couldn't help but complain in his heart, don't you want to criticize? That's it?

He said respectfully: "There are also the latest editions that have just been sent, or the original manuscript, which is being produced and printed overnight." ”

"Then what are you waiting for, hurry up and get it for me."

Soon, Liu Qingfeng sent the original manuscript over, and Lu Zheng rushed to it hungrily, but he was rushing to the content, and when he saw the handwriting on the manuscript, he was stupid.

"Good word! Such handwriting has everyone's demeanor, elegant and smart, swaying freely, I am ashamed of myself! ”

He raised his hand and stroked the pen of every word on it, and his heart was already shocked beyond measure, who is this author, who is sacred, not only can write fascinating stories, but also chant poetry, the key is that there is such a high level of calligraphy attainments, and he is by no means unknown in the literary world.

He suddenly felt the urge to visit.

"Do you know where this author is?"

Liu Qingfeng opened his mouth and said: "The author's pen name is called the beautiful man of the border city, and the paper manuscript was also transported from the border city, so it should be in the border city." ”

"A frontier city?"

Lu Zheng's brows couldn't help frowning, he was not unfamiliar with this name, and asked, "Where is the third prince of the evil scumbag?" ”

Liu Qingfeng nodded.

"The border city is already dilapidated and backward, where the three princes go, I am afraid that it will make things worse, and it is not an exaggeration to become a purgatory on earth, such a writer will definitely be persecuted if he stays there, and the gentleman should not stay in the border city if he does not stand under the dangerous wall."

Lu Zheng sighed, his eyes couldn't help flashing, and then he continued to focus on the paper manuscript.

Half an hour, he has caught up with the latest part, before he has time to lament Lao Huang's death, he was attracted by the last sentence left by the author: five days later, the border city will hold a wine tasting conference, inviting people from all over the world to come to the scene to taste the famous wine Qianri Spring, what kind of wine is it, let the prince never forget, let Lao Huang bend his waist for it, and see it in five days!

Boy!

Lu Zheng called a good guy!

At this moment, Lao Huang's death was all forgotten by him, and he only had this Qianrichun in his eyes, and he even felt a burst of greed.

He couldn't help but murmur: "Is there really a thousand days of spring in this world? ”

Liu Qingfeng said: "Back to the dean, the students are also very curious about this thousand days of spring, this author describes it as smelling wine a hundred miles away, and all the martial artists in the world are drunk, and I don't know if it's an exaggeration." ”

"So in five days, you want to go?"

Liu Qingfeng said honestly: "This ...... The students don't dare to hide it, they are indeed ready to go, the reader is not good at drinking, is it still called the reader? ”

Lu Zheng stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Hahaha, okay, you come to pick me up in five days, let's go together and taste the wine in this book!" ”

A place like a border city is a place where dogs don't come and birds don't poop, but at the moment...... They want to go from the bottom of their hearts.

Because there is a strange man who can write books, and there is good wine in books!

……

Three poles on the sun.

Li Changan woke up from the bed, only feeling that he was two heads and two big, and couldn't help patting it with his hand.

Obviously, he drank high last night, and I don't know if he bragged with Bai Yaoyao and said something that shouldn't be said, after all, he has a lot of secrets.

Drinking and making mistakes......

"Lord Castle, you've finally woken up."

Xiao He, who had been waiting on the side, had a smile on his face, and hurriedly dipped a towel in hot water and put it on Li Changan's forehead.

Then, bring the decanting soup that had been prepared long ago and give it to Li Changan to drink.

Li Changan took a few sips and suddenly felt much more comfortable.

"Lord City, you were so drunk last night, Sister Bai carried you in, don't drink so much next time, it hurts your body."

Xiaohe opened his mouth distressedly.

Li Changan smiled, "I'll pay attention next time, did I say anything strange when I was drunk?" ”

"You've been talking...... It's so soft, I didn't say anything else, but Sister Bai's face was very bad, and the slave felt so cold standing next to her. ”

Xiao He pondered for a moment and said curiously, "What does the city lord mean by that?" ”

it!

Li Changan was scared of a clever ......

He vaguely remembered that he was falling towards nothing.

Add that drunken remark, and the meaning is obvious......

Aren't you dead?

What's more, drinking alcohol is too delayed, not only offending people, but the key is that I haven't been able to enjoy the feeling after drinking a broken piece, and the blood is lost.