On the west wall, there is a yellow rosewood splendid screen, which is three zhang long and has a zhang width. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info autumn chrysanthemum, hibiscus, begonia, open delicate.

Carved Nanmu is the axis, and the Su weaving brocade is the screen.

Twenty or thirty young men came forward one after another at this time.

There are some impatient young people, who are already wielding a sheep's hair brush at this time, and they want to read with their wrists.

In fact, at this time, the Mid-Autumn Festival review can be said to have come to an end.

At this time, Dongting Dragon Monarch Yuanzhang took a sip of sake, and the golden light in his eyes shone slightly, and then disappeared.

The ordinary-looking young man, who was drinking at this time, had a large flush on his face, and gently lay on his stomach on a few cases, and slowly fell asleep.

Yang Chan and Chang'e saw that there was no more excitement to see at this time, and they were about to leave.

At this time, Xu Yang saw Lu Bei and Liu Yi get up from a few cases and planned to leave.

stopped the way first, and asked with a smile: "Two, don't you come to write a poem?" ”

Liu Yi paused, looking at his expression, he seemed to be quite moved, but he still turned his face to look at Lu Bei with an inquiring gaze.

Lu Bei was slightly dumbfounded, and he understood in his heart. Since ancient times, literati and ink writers have the habit of inscriptions whenever they climb high and look far away, and when they feel sad.

In fact, this is no different from the people of later generations, who visited here with a certain title.

Thinking of this, Lu Bei smiled slightly, nodded at Liu Yi, and then turned around and strode towards the window, intending to breathe.

Coincidentally, the direction was the place where the moonlight was shining, where Chang'e and Yang Chan were standing.

Lu Bei walked towards the second daughter, and happened to be standing beside Yang Chan, standing tall and jade, looking out the window at the Dongting Lake that looked like jasper under the bright moon.

Yang Chan naughtily stretched out her weak and boneless little loose hand, and shook it a few times in front of Lu Bei's eyes, seeing that his eyebrows were deeply locked, his eyes were dumbfounded, and he didn't react.

Poof, smirked.

Like the iceberg melting, the peach stream is bright.

Chang'e saw that Yang Chan's girl was playful, and she frowned lightly, bent up, and was dumbfounded for a while.

There was no rush to leave for a while.

At this time, Xu Yang felt that Lu Bei had ignored him repeatedly, especially when Lu Bei glanced at him a few times with cold eyes, only to feel greatly humiliated.

In particular, what can be a shame in his life is that he is subconsciously afraid of the young man's angry gaze.

At this time, Xu Yang rolled his eyes, quickly stepped forward, and said sarcastically: "That kid, I see that you either don't know how to compose poetry, or you don't know a single word, or you can't see people." ”

When everyone heard this, they all looked at Lu Bei and Xu Yang with a playful face.

Just now, Lu Bei recited a poem in the drunken language of an old farmer. Although at first everyone was a little surprised. However, when you think about it, there is no relevance. In this way, Lu Bei bluntly said that he does not understand poetry and ink, and it may also be the truth.

After all, Lu Bei's age is only fifteen or sixteen years old, his face is pale, and he looks like he is dying.

is also holding a sword in his palm, maybe some kind of low-rate person who is mixed in the rivers and lakes.

Seeing Xu Yang stepping forward to find trouble with Lu Bei, King Qi Gao Mo was secretly refreshed.

Xindao, this young man did not give Qingluo face before, his status was respected, and he couldn't give him general insight in person. But it's okay to give Xu Yangzhi a look and make him charge.

At this time, Lu Bei turned his face suddenly, almost making Yang Chan's fingers tremble.

Lu Bei was like frost, and said coldly: "Noise." ”

Rub...... The sword is unsheathed.

Suddenly, the red light runs through the sun.

When everyone saw this, they all exclaimed in unison.

Qi Wang Hu guarded him with a vigilant expression.

What are you going to do...... Do?

Xu Yang regretted it very much at this time, why did he have to provoke the angry young man in front of him if he was fine.

Lu Bei took three steps and made two steps, crossed Xu Yang, and walked towards the screen behind him.

Brush up on the sword.

Rub......

The sword is also sheathed.

On the thin layer of brocade silk screen, a few strands of gold thread fall to the ground like hair, and a cluster of petals flutters slowly on the side of the screen.

Two lines of small poems appeared.

[The hall is full of three thousand guests, and one sword frost is cold in fourteen states. 】

There was a young man with sharp eyes, muttering by the faint light, only to be stunned and amazing.

It turned out that between the brushes of a few swords, the golden wire screen as thin as a cicada's wings was actually carved out by Lu Beisheng with the sharp air of the sword, and cut out two lines of clear handwriting.

The silver hook iron painting is imposing.

At this time, Lu Bei coughed twice in a row, his delicate face became even paler, and it seemed that he had just used his strength to pull the cold qi lurking in his chest.

Ahem...... After a few sounds, Lu Bei greeted Liu Yi, who had already finished inscribed the poem, as if no one had gone down to the second floor.

The atmosphere on the second floor of Yueyang Tower froze, and it fell into an eerie tranquility again.

Seeing Lu Bei and Liu Yi leaving, Chang'e waved her jade hand in front of Yang Chan, who was already stunned at this time, and said with a light smile: "Sister, don't look at it, everyone is gone." ”

When Yang Chan heard this, for some reason, two blush like peach blossoms surged up on Yurong's face in an instant, but when she breathed in, it was fleeting.

The second daughter didn't say much, and the mana was transported and left quietly.

If anyone pays attention to it, the clear moonlight like water where the second daughter stood before seems to be a little dimmed at this time.

......

Not to mention the people on the upper floor of Yueyang, they were terrified by the wonderful swordsmanship of Lu Bei who drew his sword and left poems.

Let's say that Lu Bei and Liu Yi left Yueyang Tower.

The two walked slowly on the bright street, the bleak autumn wind blew, and Lu Bei coughed a few times.

It's already dark.

Strings of lanterns lit up on both sides of the street, and under the red firelight, Lu Bei's pale face was like a piece of crystal clear jade.

There is a faint flow of light.

Liu Yi looked excited at this time, and said with his hands dancing: "Brother Lu, your swordsmanship is so superb, just now those people were shocked and their eyes fell off. ”

In fact, whether it is ancient or modern, every man has a dream of fighting swords in Tsing Yi and riding horses in rivers and lakes.

Martial arts is worthy of being a fairy tale for adults.

Lu Bei did not interrupt Liu Yi's warm words of praise, and smiled silently.

Only coughed a few times occasionally, and his eyebrows frowned slightly imperceptibly, and a few doubts floated.

Just now...... When he was in Yueyang Tower, who was peeping at him......

If no one is watching, why?

After thinking about it a few times, I finally couldn't figure it out, so I kept this doubt in my heart and didn't mention it.

The two talked all the way, and before they knew it, they arrived at the inn where they stayed.

The old store of the Li family.

With a squeak, Lu Bei gently pushed open the two wooden doors of the inn.

The flint struck, glowing yellow, silently filling the room.

Kindness.

Lu Bei's gaze shrank.

A dragon-patterned invitation was lying quietly on a table of eight immortals in the middle of the room.

Remove the teacup pressed against the invitation and pick it up gently.

The candle flame flickered, and the dragon's two eyes seemed to move. Lu Bei's eyes froze, unfolded it, and put it down gently.

At this moment, there was a sharp knock on the wooden door outside the house.

"Brother Lu......"

Lu Bei opened the door, and it was Liu Yi, holding a dragon pattern invitation of the same style in his hand.

Liu Yi said in surprise: "Brother Lu, you also have it in your hand." ”

Lu Bei bowed slightly, and said in a deep voice: "It should be the Dragon Monarch who passed on the book." It is worthy of being a god in charge of the waters of one side, and his actions can be described as unaware. ”

Liu Yi said excitedly: "So, tomorrow we can go to the Dragon Palace." ”

Lu Bei nodded and said, "Brother Liu, tomorrow is the right time to deliver the letter passed by the Dragon Maiden to Long Jun." ”

Liu Yi looked excited, clenched his fists and said, "The dragon girl will be able to get out of trouble soon." ”

Lu Bei sighed in his heart, your notebook was delivered, and by the way, you became Long Jun's son-in-law.

But how do I get my notebook out? Divorce ...... This is purely anti-routine.