Li Qingheng took a sip of wine slightly, her delicate red lips were moist, her beautiful eyes were raised, she looked at the person who had just spoken, and said, "Don't worry, even if you arrive in Luoyang, you won't see it." ”

She is not a monkey, she is an archery to protect her family and defend the country, and she is not here for people to see.

The man's ears were red, and he was embarrassed for a while, but no one said anything, so he could only resolve the embarrassment by himself: "What the county lord said is, how can I see this kind of archery, I salute the county lord with a cup!" ”

Li Qingheng picked up the wine glass, raised his hand up, regarded it as a return to the wine, and then drank it all.

She had already drunk many glasses of wine, and her cheeks were now pink, and her eyes were brighter.

After talking for a while, there was nothing more to say.

"King Xinping County, you said that we should follow the old rules today, or else we will carry out the wine order!"

Li Yan listened, nodded and said yes.

The drinking order is that one person makes a poem first, and the people behind must catch it according to the rhythm and artistic conception, and if they can't take it, they must drink.

Everyone unanimously agreed to play the wine order, but when it came to the selection of seats, it was difficult.

Xi Jiao is the referee of this line of drinking orders, and he must be able to judge who says well and who does not do well, and he must also be able to convince the public and have a unique poetic insight.

Xi Jiao is usually served by a prostitute from Ping Kang Fang, but nowadays, it seems that there is a more suitable candidate.

"I remember that the county lord of Qingheng was a powerful person in the early years, why don't you do this seat correction today?"

"Yes, the county lord is talented, and some of the poems he has made are even better than Li Taibai, I think it must be the county lord."

Li Qingheng's face turned slightly pale, and he really couldn't open any pot.

I still remember that a few years ago, when I was bored, I played this game of drinking with these nobles in Chang'an City, after all, I have a large reserve of Tang and Song poems, but there are many poems on this back, and some of them can't remember the dynasty, so it is easy to make some jokes.

Moreover, plagiarizing the poems of her predecessors made her feel awkwardly panicked, and then she did not make a banquet correction, and rarely played with the drinking order.

"I'm not going to do it, I'm going to find someone else." Li Qingheng took a sip of wine and refused simply.

Everyone knows that the county lord of Qingheng is not easy to talk to, since she said that she would not do it, no one was embarrassed, so she had to find a prostitute to do the banquet.

At the beginning of the wine order, these nobles answered each other one by one and congratulated each other with poems.

After a round, when Li Qingheng arrived, everyone looked at her and wanted to hear her make another good poem.

But Li Qingheng paused with a wine glass, drank three glasses in a row, and did not come out with a single poem.

Everyone was disappointed and protested in a low voice: "Although the county lord does not write many poems, the unique few sentences can definitely be recited through the ages, why does the county lord not write poems now." ”

"Yes, I like the county lord's sentence 'Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars up to 90,000 miles'."

Li Qingheng: "......"

That's why she doesn't write poetry, every sentence is plagiarism, and she really has a bad conscience.

But she still found a perfunctory excuse and replied: "Maybe I broke my brain and couldn't write poetry." ”

After a few rounds, Li Qingheng didn't say a word of poetry, he was about to drink a pot of wine, and the flush on his face gradually became obvious.

Shen Mo sat beside her, a little worried about her body, so he persuaded on the side: "County Lord, you drank too much, you shouldn't drink anymore." ”

"It's okay, I'm drinking well, it's nothing." Li Qingheng patted Shen Mo's shoulder, raised his hand and pinched his soft ears again.

Shen Mo only felt a tremor in his body, he was afraid of losing his temper, so he hurriedly lowered his head and suppressed the surprise in his heart.

Li Qingheng drank several rounds in a row, and during this time, a regular customer of Pingkangfang came to look for her.

Li Taibai had a gourd wine jug hanging on his body, and he was about to speak drunkenly pulling Li Qingheng: "Lord Qingheng, I really like the poem you wrote before." ”

"Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars up to 90,000 miles!" Li Taibai drunkenly recited this heroic sentence.

When Li Qingheng heard this, his face turned red.

No, the original author found it.

She regretted it, she shouldn't have pretended to be with Li Bai's poems at that time.

"Since Li Hanlin likes it, then I will give this sentence to Li Hanlin." Li Qingheng said weakly.

When Li Taibai heard this, he was overjoyed in his heart, and his eyes were about to glow: "What the county lord said is true!" But really! You really want to give this to me! ”

Li Qingheng nodded frantically: "Of course it's true, it's absolutely true!" ”

After all, you wrote this poem yourself!

Li Taibai excitedly held Li Qingheng's arm, as if he was going to pinch her arm off.

Seeing this, Shen Mo hurriedly stepped forward to stop Li Taibai: "Master, you are going to collide with the county lord like this." ”

Li Taibai was drunk, where did he care if the person who was stopping him was his disciple, swept Shen Mo aside, he also let go of his hand, stood up excitedly, and trembled all over: "Everyone sitting here will give me a witness, the county lord gave me the poem Dapeng!" It's mine from now on! ”

Everyone was not surprised by the crazy Li Bai, and nodded in agreement.

"You are Li Hanlin, and you are still short of these two poems." Someone complained.

Li Taibai didn't see who was complaining, and took two steps forward drunkly: "What do you mean by sending these two poems, am I the one who sent these two poems?" I just look at these two poems very kindly, I like them very much, like my own! ”

Li Qingheng: "......"

The more you listen, the more weak your heart becomes, look, the first point is not to copy other people's poems, otherwise you will cause a lot of trouble.

For example, a great talent like Li Bai Wangwei will have as many poems as there are, that is their own talent, but as a traverser, except for the few poems memorized in compulsory education, there is nothing new, not to mention, it will involve copyright disputes like today.

It's a lot of evil.

After Li Taibai left drunk, a round of drinking orders came down, and it was Li Qingheng's turn again.

She lifted the flask and drank it down.

Everyone praised Li Qingheng for his good drinking, but Li Qingheng just smiled.

She now had a fluttering feeling.

It's almost June, and it's hot and dry, and there are a lot of people here, so I always feel slimy and uncomfortable.

After Li Qingheng drank the last round of wine, he got up and helped Jin Yu to bathe in the private room on the first floor below.

Shen Mo couldn't drink alcohol because of the injuries on his body, so he came out with him.

It was late today, and the gate was closed when they came, so I was afraid that I would not be able to leave, so I had to leave again early tomorrow morning.

He lived in the private room next door to Li Qingheng, and after someone brought water to scrub briefly, he changed into clean bedclothes, lay on the bed and closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

And Li Qingheng, drunk and staggering when walking, after the whole person fell into the bathtub, he couldn't extricate himself, and he also called Jin Yu out, not letting Jin Yu in, as if he was losing his temper.

It should be because Jin Yu asked Shen Mo to take medicine, which made her unhappy.

But Jin Yu always felt that he had done nothing wrong.

The water vapor in the house, the smooth and fair-skinned beauty on the body closed her eyes and half lying in the bathtub, the snow peaks are high, the red plum is embellished, and the green silk behind her hangs outside the bathtub, which is a beautiful bathing picture.

The stunning face has two patches of crimson, the cherry mouth is slightly open, and a little saliva hangs on the side, which only adds a bit of charm, as if it wants to seduce people's souls.

Her eyelashes twitched slightly, her brows furrowed, and she had fallen asleep.

The fragrance of the room rose slowly, causing the beauty's face to blush again.

The steam had dissipated, the bathing water had become cold, and the people in the tub couldn't help but curl up and wrap themselves around.

Jin Yu, who was waiting outside the door, saw that there was no movement for so long, and he was worried in his heart.

"County Lord."

Jin Yu knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside.

"County Lord!"

Finished! The county lord shouldn't be drowning!

Jin Yu subconsciously wanted to push the door and break in, but suddenly remembered that the county lord said that he didn't want her to serve.

She stopped and looked at the door of the next room.

The county lord just said that he wouldn't let her in, and he didn't say that he wouldn't let Shen Langjun in.

Isn't this the time to enhance the relationship between husband and wife?

Jin Yu suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth, and hurriedly patted Shen Mo's door: "Shen Langjun is not good!" The county lord has been in for a long time and there is no sound, I'm afraid she will drown! Hurry up and save the county lord! ”