"Huh? Maybe? Anyway, I don't have a chance to see Miss Nansheng today~ Hey" Sun Liang's lost drinking, his expression was somewhat similar to Wen Zijie's drunkenness.

When some of the people downstairs heard about Wen Zijie's name, most of them didn't dare to shout, and even the scholar surnamed Sun and several people who had despised and ridiculed him before ran away in shame, not daring to show off the words in front of the big guy.

It's just that after a while, those lifters actually pointed the finger at Jiang Mo upstairs, "The one upstairs doesn't dare to talk nonsense.."" It seems that he was also frightened by the name of Wen Zijie. ”

Just now, the man who helped the scholar surnamed Sun first saluted Wen Zijie and Wen Liang, and apologized: "Contemptible people are clumsy, I don't know the name of my brother, I have a lot of offense, and I have a lot of forbearance." ”

Wen Liang was about to return the salute, but Wen Zijie waved his hand: "Go, go, who is your brother..."

Jiang Mo shook his head and sneered.

"Ladies and gentlemen, do you have any masterpieces to offer?" Miss Nansheng's maid asked questions in the room directly opposite Jiang Mo on the second floor.

The downstairs was quiet for a while, and almost no one dared to be bored, only for the scholar surnamed Sun, he glanced at Jiang Mo and quipped again: "Are we still waiting for the mastery of the son upstairs?" ”

The atmosphere was once again aroused, perhaps because Jiang Mo neither had the stinky temper of Xungui, nor could he see Nan Sheng directly, and he thought that he was not too big, so he laughed one after another.

As soon as Jiang Mo folded the fan, he opened his mouth and came: "The wind is urgent, the sky is high, the ape is howling, and the white bird of Zhu Qingsha flies back." Boundless falling trees and Xiao Xiaoxiao, endless Yangtze River rolling..."

As soon as Jiang Mo read a few sentences, he couldn't help but feel complacent, this is the highlight moment of the traverser, Du Fu's poem can be described as the first quatrain in the world, absolutely amazing everyone in this era.

And the crowd downstairs, Mr. was quiet, then whispered, and then burst into laughter.

One of them sarcastically said: "Could it be that this person is the poet Li Yu more than a hundred years ago?" Hahaha"

Jiang Mo looked confused, and then his face turned red, he has not been a person who likes to pretend to be forced since he was a child, and every time he can solve a difficult problem, he will raise his hand only when he is very sure, so he has never encountered such a scene, and he suddenly panicked.

Before the glass mirror, I only convinced myself during this time: in fact, there was a process of making glass as early as the Warring States Period, Most of the Middle Eastern civilizations were on the edge of the desert, and many large and small inland saltwater lakes produced trona, so glass naturally appeared in the Middle East. The Chinese civilization was produced in the rain-rich Yellow River and Yangtze River basins, and there was no alkali that was easy to mine, so naturally there was no basis for glass industrialization. There are a few precious glass mirrors, which are not particularly mysterious.

But today, Du Fu's poems in his world have become a person named Li Yu in this era.

Although Jiang Mo wanted to find a crack to get into at first, he soon realized that this person must be a traverser, and things became more and more weird.

Jiang Mo quickly regained his composure, pointed at Tai Shigang and quickly said, "You, go and buy me all the poetry collections of Li Yu and the Great Zhou Dynasty." Quick, right now! ”

Tai Shi Gang and the two little guys on the side were standing aside, and they were suddenly named and looked confused, and then Jiang Mo's repeated emphasis only reacted, and he immediately ran away.

"No, what are you doing here?" Sun Liang on the side was surprised when he watched Jiang Mo's face change from humiliation to excitement.

"Good rain knows the season, can't it be this person named Li Yu?" Jiang Mo sneaked back to Sun Liang's ear and asked with a smile

"Yes..."

"Where are the mountains and rivers of the country?"

"Too"

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed, it can't be his, right?"

"Of course it is"

Jiang Mo was about to go crazy, and said with a wry smile that Du Fu, Li Bai, and Bai Juyi's famous articles were all poems called Li Yu.

There was a burst of ridicule downstairs, "Haha, I can't hold back a poem for a long time, what is the head of the comment just now?" ”

"I don't know who gave me the courage..."

Jiang Mo ignored it, thought for a while, and remembered a poem of Li Bai's small crowd: "The swallow grass is like bisi, and the Qin mulberry has low green branches." Is it still his? ”

"No," Sun Liang replied, but then he was about to say the next sentence.

Jiang Mo was already standing in front of the fence again and said with a smile: "Everyone, I'm sorry to make a joke, here it is: the swallow grass is like bisi, and the Qin Sang has low green branches." When the king returns to the day, it is the concubine who breaks her intestines. The spring breeze doesn't know each other, what is going on. ”

After Jiang Mo finished reading Li Bai's "Spring Thoughts" in one go, he was waiting for everyone to be surprised.

Who knew that everyone looked at Jiang Mo with disdain, and someone opened their mouth to laugh and said: "What a bold man, he dared to use the poems of Empress Shenxiaowen as his own." ”

Some people also coaxed: "Haha, I don't know if Your Excellency is a fool, or do you think we are fools?" ”

Jiang Mo's face was dark, this time I really wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into, it was not suitable to pretend to be forced, but I had to pretend, this time it was really a dog with horns on his head, and he looked foreign.

Sun Liang was also full of black lines on his face, and said to Jiang Mo in a low voice: "I haven't finished talking just now." Your Highness, even though I said you've been too smart lately, you don't come here to pretend to be stupid, do you? ”

"This Li Yu is a poet saint, can't this god and filial piety Empress be a poet immortal?" Jiang Mo asked.

"Of course not, Shixian has another person, named Zhang Jinpeng, and he is a famous minister of the Great Zhou, and he governs the country in a way." Sun Liang replied in a low voice.

Jiang Mo was taken aback, he never spit dirty, and he couldn't help but say "wc". It seems that there is more than one traverser in this world, and it is no wonder that the Great Zhou should have been destroyed, but it was suddenly called a unified empire.

Soon Jiang Mo regained his composure in his heart, he didn't care about the ridicule at this time, and even found the direction of his investigation for this, and couldn't help laughing: "Hehe, it's a little interesting." ”

"I'll go, Your Highness won't be really stupid." This time, even Bao Yong covered his face and sighed, "It's a bit embarrassing, why don't we go, no one will recognize it anyway." ”

"I'll leave later, I'll get out of me" Jiang Mo had a plan in his heart.

"What are you going to do?" Sun Liang and Bao Yong asked in unison.

"Write poetry!" Jiang Mo threw away the fan again and swaggered to the railing, not caring about the mocking eyes and chaotic scenes downstairs.

Jiang Mo's mind was running as fast as a computer, and he was about to find a more niche but very good poem to read from all the poems.

At this time, a group of people came downstairs.......