"Hahahaha......"

Li Bai lay on Gao Lishi's back, laughing all the way to the pavilion.

As Tang Xuanzong said, there is a stone table here, on which the paper, ink, pen and inkstone are readily available, and the pen barrel, pen wash, pen holder, paperweight, and ink inkstone are all made of jadeite.

"Can you write now?"

Colliers looked at him.

Li Bai ignored him, got off his back, staggered to the stone table, he picked up the jade inkstone on the table, and said, "Where is the ink?"

Colliers picked up the ink strip on the table and handed it to him, saying, "Grind it yourself!"

"Hahaha! Grind it yourself? Grind it yourself!"

Li Bai looked up to the sky and smiled, pulled the ink strip from his hand, and then pressed the jade inkstone into his hand.

"Hold it!"

He dipped his hand in the pen and took it out.

He hung his hand over the jade inkstone, letting the water drip down his fingertips into the jade inkstone.

Then he took the ink strip and stirred it around.

"It's not good, it's not good!"

Li Bai shook his hand, the ink fell to the ground, he leaned lazily and frivolously on Gao Lishi's shoulder and said: "Report to the saint, the minister is drunk and weak, and he can't study ink, this poem can't be written!"

The heavy smell of wine rushed to Colliers.

Tang Xuanzong's brows gradually furrowed, and a trace of impatience flashed in his eyes.

When the concubine on the side saw it, she squatted down and picked up the ink strip on the ground.

"Let the concubine grind for you!"

"Aifei!"

Tang Xuanzong was displeased.

What man would allow his woman to ink on others?

And even more so the emperor?

"Your Majesty, it is the concubine's physical and mental wish to be able to get the poem of Hanlin, and I hope that Your Majesty will fulfill it. ”

Tang Xuanzong turned his head and did not speak.

But Yang Guifei smiled knowingly, she knew that the other party agreed.

"Good, good, so good, so good!"

Li Bai laughed.

He took two steps back, leaned against the golden silk nanmu pillar of the pavilion, slowly collapsed to the ground, took out the green jade gourd, and took a sip.

Flattered!

At this time, a maid walked into the pavilion with a bowl of lotus seed soup in her hand.

"Holy Lord, please use a snack!"

"Don't eat!" Tang Xuanzong shook the sleeves of his dragon robe and said angrily.

"Your Majesty, let's eat something, this is what the concubine specially told the guys in the imperial dining room to do. ”

Yang Guifei, who was studying ink on the side, said.

"This ......"

Hearing what the concubine said, Tang Xuanzong hesitated for a moment and said, "Since the concubine said so, then okay!"

He picked up the jade bowl and stirred it, and a fragrance of lotus seeds came to his face, and he said in his heart: It's really fragrant!

"It smells so good!"

At this time, Li Bai, who fell to the ground, sniffed, opened his hazy sleepy eyes, looked around, and finally fixed on the jade bowl in Tang Xuanzong's hand: "It's so delicious, can the saint reward the ministers to taste it?"

As he spoke, his whole body stood up as if he had no bones.

"No way!"

Tang Xuanzong sternly refused.

As a result, I saw Li Bai rubbing his stomach with an aggrieved face and said: "Saint, Weichen's stomach is empty, and he really can't afford to compose poetry!

With that, he staggered and wanted to leave.

"Stop!"

Tang Xuanzong shouted angrily, and the emperor's breath was fully displayed.

"Your Majesty!"

At this time, the concubine studied the ink, put down the ink strip and came to Tang Xuanzong.

She shook her head, indicating that Tang Xuanzong should not be angry.

Tang Xuanzong looked at Yang Guifei and then at Li Bai, and it took a long time to calm his heart.

He put the lotus seed soup back on the wooden tray in the maid's hand and waved his hand.

The maid understood and came to Li Bai with lotus seed soup.

Bent his knees and said, "My lord, please use it!"

"Hahaha!

Li Bai laughed and picked up the jade bowl, scooped up a large spoonful and put it in his mouth.

"Hmm~"

He said with a look of enjoyment: "It's worthy of being tuned by Mite, beautiful!

Looking at Li Bai's crazy appearance, Gao Lishi stepped forward and said: "Li Bai, these boots have also been taken off, the ink has been polished, and you have also eaten the soup made by the Holy Master, now it's time to write poems, right?"

Li Bai put down the jade bowl, glanced at him with half-squinted drunken eyes, and said, "Go!"

He picked up the imperial pen on the pen holder and dipped all the snow-white sheep's hair into the jade inkstone in Gao Lishi's hand.

I don't shy away from it, so I put the pen out directly.

He didn't write directly, scratched his ears and cheeks, rubbed for a long time, and the black tip of the pen kept dripping ink.

Gao Lishi hurriedly held the jade inkstone and took it under Li Bai's pen.

He held the pen between his index and middle fingers, and raised the gourd in his left hand to take a bite.

Outcome...... No more alcohol!

"Holy Lord, the wine is gone!"

Li Bai sighed: "No wine is not a poem, this poem can't be written!"

He will "I heard that there is a palace jade liquor in the palace, can you give the minister an altar?"

Tang Xuanzong's face was expressionless, and Yang Guifei on the side beckoned to the maid beside her, and the maid hurriedly retreated.

Soon, four little wrestlers came forward with a jar of wine.

After Li Bai saw it, he shook his hand, and the green jade gourd rolled down to the four of them.

Drunken and hazy, he said: "Just fill this gourd!"

After hearing this, the four of them looked disdainful, picked up the green jade gourd and dipped it into the altar.

But I didn't expect the level of the wine in the jar to continue to decline, until it reached the mouth of the gourd.

But the gourd was not yet full.

Odd!

The four of them were unwilling, and then pressed the gourd down, until all the four jars of wine went into the gourd, and the gourd was still not full.

"This is a treasure of the Immortal Family!" exclaimed a little wrestler.

Even Tang Xuanzong showed a curious look.

However, Yang Guifei looked calm.

"Hahaha!" Li Bai laughed twice and said, "I won't tease you." ”

With a gesture of his hand, the gourd flew back into his hand.

Take a sip of it beautifully, and you will be intoxicated!

He looked at Yang Guifei, and with a stroke of his pen, he wrote the word "cloud" on Su Bai's literally.

But before he could write a word, the place where the rice paper was stained with ink became a hole.

"This ......"

Gao Lishi really wanted to put the jade inkstone on Li Bai's face, and he had to make so many moths to write a poem.

Li Bai began to write the second character, but as a result, his ink pen was hooked, and the plain white rice paper was directly torn.

"Huh!"

Li Bai shook his head and said, "It's not hard, it's not good!"

Just when Tang Xuanzong thought that he was going to do something again, he saw Li Bai tiptoe, step out, rush out of the pavilion, tap twice on the surface of the hot spring, and step on the opposite shore.

The plain white robe is like a fairy descending into the world.

"Hahaha!

Li Bai raised his hand to hang his gourd, and the clear wine poured from the air, all poured into his mouth.

"Good wine, good wine!"

He was intoxicated and enjoyed.

He opened his drunken eyes and glanced at Yang Guifei under the gazebo, although he couldn't see his face clearly, his clothes were like floating clouds in the sky.

Then with a big stroke of the pen, it landed directly on the wordless stone tablet.

Said loudly: "The clouds want clothes, and the flowers want to look!"

Luo Chen clearly saw a bright light flashing outside the door, followed by a roaring thunder.

Then the pouring rain and the howling wind blew outside the door.

The wind swept the fallen leaves into the temple.

Blowing away Li Bai's already loose hair crown, a green silk flying, and the white robe hunting.

He stood in the midst of lightning and thunder, calmly and unfazed, like a real immortal!

"The spring breeze is blowing on the threshold...... Well...... Revlon!ha!"

"Revlon, Revlon!"

He took a deep look at the vague Yang Guifei and continued, "If it weren't-"

"See you at the top of the Jade Mountain!"

His eyes were confused, and then he poured himself another sip of wine, looked intoxicated, and laughed: "Hahaha, it will go, it will go...... Yaotai ...... Month, moon down!"

"Uh-"

I hiccuped deeply when I finished writing.

"It's not good, it's not good!"

Keep waving:

A sprig of red dew incense,

The clouds and rain Wushan broke their bowels in vain.

By asking who in the Han Palace is like,

Poor Feiyan leans on new makeup.

Famous flowers love each other,

He looked like a king with a smile.

Explain the infinite hatred of the spring breeze,

The agarwood pavilion leans on the north of the gan.

When the last stroke fell, Li Bai threw the pen and the gourd, staggered and sat on the ground, and fell asleep.

Luo Chen stood behind Li Bai and watched Li Bai's pen fall on the stone tablet, like a carving knife, carved on the stone tablet.

There seemed to be a cold sword light flickering in it.

In ancient times, there was a right army, and the vertical writing was divided into three points.

Today, there is Hanlin, with the pen as the sword to carve the stone into a poem!

The sound of wind and rain outside the hall stopped abruptly, and there was a fluttering whimper in the hall.

The pen falls into a storm, and the poem becomes a crying ghost!

Tang Xuanzong and Yang Guifei came to the stele and were amazed by Li Bai's poetry.

"Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look ......"

Yang Guifei read Li Bai's poems, looking intoxicated.

"Holy!"

Gao Lishi held Li Bai's green jade gourd to Tang Xuanzong's side.

"Do you want a reward?"

Tang Xuanzong picked up the gourd and played with it for a while, and the expression on his face became indifferent and said: "Reward, heavy reward!"

With a hook of his hand, Colliers leaned forward.

"From tomorrow, I don't want to see him in Chang'an City!"

After speaking, he put the green jade gourd in his hand, glanced at Yang Guifei, who was still reading the poem, and said loudly: "The appearance of this immortal magic weapon is too monotonous, let people engrave the first two sentences of this poem." ”

"Yes!"