"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

In an inn in a small town in Youzhou, a very weak-looking but good-looking young man sat in a remote corner, and a young man who looked like a scholar sat there drinking.

The scholar saw the young man coughing, and hurriedly said, "Young master, don't drink, the master won't let you drink......"

The young man glared at the scholar, wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth, and said, "My father also said to let you watch me, do you see it?"

The scholar said shamefully: "It's not that you're as light as a swallow, young master, I can't stop you if I want to." ”

The young man laughed and scolded: "Don't lose my book, if you lose it, I'll leave you here and leave you alone." ”

The scholar rummaged through the bag behind him, took out a very thick but wordless book, and said, "Don't worry, young master, I won't lose the book if I lose it." ”

The young man nodded with satisfaction and said, "That's good, don't forget what the purpose of our coming out is." ”

The scholar put his hands on his cheeks, propped his elbows on the wine table, and said yearningly: "Young master, you are really amazing, you have to come out to see the world if you are in such a bad health, among the people I know, I admire you the most." ”

The young man smiled and said: "I stay at home like a medicine furnace every day, even if I am not tortured to death by the disease, I will be suffocated to death, while I am young and frivolous, why not go out and have a good time?"

The scholar said bitterly: "But we don't have much silver on us, what should we do, young master." ”

The young man also said helplessly: "The book says so well, a penny is difficult to beat a hero, and I am not a hero yet, just a sick man." ”

The scholar's eyes rolled, and he had an idea, and said with a smile: "Young master, I have a way." ”

The boy raised his good-looking eyebrows and asked, "Tell me about it?"

The scholar looked at the young man's face and said, "Young master, you have outstanding literary talents, you can sell poems on the street, with your literary talents, young master, there will be a lot of fools who come here to admire people and have a lot of money." ”

The young man glared and said, "How can I do such a thing!"

But in a moment, the master and servant appeared on the side of the road, and the scholar gloated: "Young master, you still refuse to sell poems, and now you can't eat, are you finally willing to sell?"

The young man sighed and said, "I knew I would have brought more silver tickets when I came out." ”

The scholar rolled his eyes and ignored the young master.

Soon after, an arrogant voice came from a section of the road, "If you don't want to die, give way to the master!"

The young man frowned and said, "The security in Youzhou is really bad. ”

The scholar hurriedly tugged on the young man's sleeve and walked back, and said as he dragged it: "Oh, young master, don't complain, this is not our Yangzhou, what do they do with these evil eunuchs, the most important thing is to save their lives!"

While the scholar was chattering, the horse stopped in front of the young man, who straightened his back and said, "Does Childe want to buy poetry?"

Immediately the man smiled and said, "What's your name?"

The young man replied neither humbly nor arrogantly: "In the lower Dongfang Zhuo." ”

The man also reported his name and said: "I am Wen Jiu, and my father at home is Wen Baishui, the waiter of the household department." ”

Dongfang Zhuo smiled slightly and said, "Is Childe going to buy poetry?"

Wen Jiu was stunned for a moment, and laughed: "Buy, how much silver?"

Dongfang Zhuo stretched out three fingers and said: "Inferior poems, one tael of silver, medium poems, ten taels of poems, superior poems, fifty taels of poems, which one do you want?"

Wen Jiu said disdainfully: "My father wants to see what your first-class poem looks like, you first compose a poem for my son, you want to be of the highest quality, if my son sees it, give you a hundred taels of silver, if it is indiscriminate, my son will find a bad slave and beat you half to death!"

Hearing such a difficulty, Dongfang Zhuo was not angry, but said to the scholar: "Bamboo, sharpen the ink." ”

The scholar sighed, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from his bag, and sharpened the ink attentively.

I saw Dongfang Zhuo put the white paper flat on the table in front of him, pressed it with a worthless square inkstone, held a hard pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote a few lines on the paper in a smooth manner, but in a moment he wrote a poem and handed it to the unruly Wen Jiu.

Wen Jiu looked at it carefully several times, threw a silver ticket very boldly, and said: "This hundred taels, this son will not lose money." ”

Dongfang Zhuo smiled and said, "Childe praised it. ”

In fact, this is just Dongfang Zhuo's clumsiness, if Dongfang Zhuo wants to write a poem, not to mention shocking, it can also make a big splash, but people in the rivers and lakes, you must not take out all the family funds, otherwise I am afraid that some people will gnaw and there will be no bones left.

Wen Jiu has been here for a long time, which naturally aroused a lot of onlookers, everyone saw that Wen Jiu, who had been rampant and domineering and unreasonable, praised this handsome young man, and admired this person a little in their hearts, and they all bought some poems more or less in order to come over to Dongfang Zhuo, and this word is also very good-looking, even if you can't understand the meaning of the poem, it is good to hang it on the wall at home.

In the evening, Dongfang Zhuo and the scholar Zhuzi returned to the inn, today can be said to be a lot of money, Dongfang Zhuo's hands are sore, the scholar Zhuzi put his head on the table, and said: "Young master, you have made a lot of money today." ”

Dongfang Zhuo also sighed: "I don't know how expensive oil and salt are when I don't live at home, I used to stay at home without leaving home, and I only knew how good the flowers were when I saw the outside world, even if I died outside, I made ......."

Zhuzi hurriedly said: "Young master, don't talk about yourself, you will definitely be able to live a long life!"

Dongfang Zhuo coughed, and said with a pale smile: "Accept your good words, and also, you take some silver tickets, or the previous medicine." ”

Bamboo nodded hurriedly, hurriedly took out a silver ticket from his bag, and ran out of the inn.

Dongfang Zhuo covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and after coughing a few times, there was an amazing red in the center of the handkerchief, and he put away the handkerchief without a trace, Dongfang Zhuo was still taking a small sip of not very strong wine, looking at the slanting sun outside, and secretly thought in his heart, "Even if I, Dongfang Zhuo, really die, I have to see the mountains and rivers of this world, so that this life is not in vain, and I have no regrets!"

The proprietress of the inn saw this handsome young man, walked up to him involuntarily, and sat opposite him.

Dongfang Zhuo smiled and said, "Boss, have a drink?"

The proprietress rolled her eyes and said, "This kind of wine is not strong, what's the use of drinking it?"

Dongfang Zhuo smiled slightly and said, "Who said that wine must be strong to be delicious? These rules set invisibly, I have to say, it's really fucking fucking." ”

A big man walked in outside the door, looked around the room left and right, saw Dongfang Zhuo's figure, glanced at the portrait in his hand again, and sat in a corner with a hideous smile on his face after confirming that it was correct, with a rusty knife beside him