Jing Lingyu stabbed him with chopsticks and said: "Look, look, look, everything is fresh, there is nothing here, you have to stretch your neck to look at others,"

Chang Sihao "oh" sounded, knowing that he was out of shape, when he looked back, sure enough, there were words on the surrounding walls, and there were also on the wall near the ladder, when he looked closely, a poem read: "Face the west to listen to the east, look at the high-rise swallow's nest ice, amorous to the bottom of the moon, the ferry raft lightly walk the fishing lantern,"

He doesn't know much about poetry, but he just thinks it's smooth, and he can't see anything good, look down, and what else is "looking at the beauty under the lamp, how can the autumn color of the peach source be Xiao Xiao, who knows that the knot is connected to the heart lock, it is difficult to reach the knife of the firewood and rice years", what "since ancient times, the most lovesick **, the red dust is both fallen and happy, and the wisdom is reluctant, and the great fool is wise and the master" and so on, it seems that they are all scholars, literati feelings are frustrated, Ink here, love love, nothing to see, look at the north wall, the writing is about the same, there are two or three of them, it looks like a praise, and like a scolding, as if with each other to win, the meaning of the pen battle,

The more he looked at it, the more angry he became, thinking: "These handwriting is not too old, the border pass is messy, people are dying every day, but there are people here in Jingshi who are so idle, writing these bullshit things," lowered his head and prepared to continue drinking, but he heard the two scribes still praise there, and his heart was disgusted for a lifetime, but he remembered Jing Lingyu's words, and said that he had a good life, and he really shouldn't always be so depressed and angry, it was better to be happy, those two poor and sour chatted so lively, I don't know what treasure they were playing, involuntarily, their eyes looked at the table again,

The two scribes looked at the words and praised them sideways, leaving them on the back of their heads, Chang Sihao's gaze crossed the two and fell on the wall, but he was stunned,

I saw that the inscription on the wall was very long, and the black pressed occupied a piece, not looking closely, it looked like a painting, and it was written: "Drunk and crazy, drowning in Qiluo, stained like a frontier, a good group of mountains and rivers, pity my border people, help each other to fight hunger and thirst, ** roll to the ground, iron hooves burst out of the soul, women's faces are covered with mud, crying babies into the wok, the grass and reeds are covered with red, the fire is full of the city, sigh I Kyushu Central Plains, there are few heroes and men, I can't follow the red jade, learn the country, fight the sword west to level the Tartars, collect the demons, and get a single under the tent, travel the four seas, show the east and the east,"

The first few words, there is still a bit of silk show, but the more down, the more crazy the pen power, the font is big and small, such as a knife split, like an axe, such as a crow, like a water decision, violent and unprovoked, straight to the momentum of breaking the wall, to the end, it is simply tearing the sky and the earth, difficult to identify, embellished with five words: "Hedong water and fragrance," the momentum is like a wind destroying bamboo, flying knives and leaves, and finally the incense word next to the foot, there is a huge ink spot, radial collapse and explosion, obviously written to the end, angrily thrown pen on the wall,

Suddenly, he sneered and chuckled, and when he looked back, Jing Lingyu's eyebrows went to a high score, his eyes narrowed in half, and he looked disapproving, and said: "This poem is not like poetry and not like words, I don't know which one wrote it, it's really a shame," Chang Sihao said: "Those two gentlemen just now seemed to say, what kind of wind and dust woman wrote," Jing Lingyu said: "Well, it is rare in the world to write pants peeing into poetry, that is, a woman in the dust, only to have such a cheeky skin," Chang Sihao said: "What is peeing pants, don't talk nonsense," Jing Lingyu smiled: " How can I talk nonsense, didn't she write it very clearly, saying that she was drunk and became a stupid **, peed her pants, and the urine stains spread like a frontier, like a good mountain and river,"

"Hahahaha," I only heard the scribe in the painting robe at the west table laugh a few times, and said: "This little master is too studious, if you don't dislike it, how about inviting the two of you to come over and have a drink together," Jing Lingyu saw his graceful bearing and a smile in his eyes, and subconsciously touched the hat on his head, thinking: "This person's eyes are very pointed," smiled and shook his eyes and said:" You are too shabby and stingy, and you are not even generous to invite guests, although the poor nun is still young, but the amount of alcohol is not small, and the three or five catties of leisure are only used as a cushion, you only ask for a glass, so what kind of strength do you drink?"

The scribe in the robe laughed: "Haha, the master is too picky, then please come over, let's drink freely, get drunk and rest, how about it," Jing Lingyu said: "Forget it, I just explained the crappy diaper poem, you say that I am good at learning, it is sarcasm, why should I be ridiculed by you in the past, and take humiliation on myself," Chang Sihao knew that since she became a little nun, her temper had risen sharply, and she was afraid that she would cause trouble, so she was busy making eyes, and the scribe in the painted robe smiled: "The teacher is too bad, I really admire it below, and I have no other intentions, you need to know" And 'this word, originally very ancient, passed down to today, the original meaning has long been lost, and many people today do not know, Shitai can actually say it in one word, obviously the knowledge is extraordinary," Jing Lingyu's face was slightly red, and he snorted: "A pictogram, there is nothing remarkable,"

Chang Sihao thought to himself: "Hieroglyphs, pictograms, it is not to take its image, Xiaoyu just explained that 'crazy and' is stupid, then 'and' is most likely the meaning of **, then, wouldn't that become a man's **," and thought of the shape of the word, when she got it, I understood why she blushed,

The scribe in the painted robe smiled slightly: " Shi Tai Teqian, need to know the ancient hieroglyphs, the world knows very little, the teacher is too young to know its meaning, quite rare, but listen to the meaning of the words of the teacher, it seems that the water girl this poem is quite disapproving, only afraid of seeing and slightly down, you need to know that the poetry is a word, the most taboo is limited to the rhythm of the foot, all kinds of constraints, the essence of the poem, all in one word, there is poetry is a good poem, there is a realm of its own high grid, a meaning of Yada, then the peak through the sea of clouds, the stone breaks the torrent, the realm is all out, how can it be at the end of the branch, the water girl this poem is simple and wild, but with a patriotic affection, especially the last three sentences in a row, heroic rainbow, in the eyes of the next eye, it is really a rare masterpiece, ”

Chang Sihao heard the word "water girl", was slightly stunned, and then looked at the handwriting on the wall, and then understood: "This payment is Hedong Shui Yanxiang, I also said that the author's surname is Yan, called Yan Xiang, strange this'Hedong Shui' I don't know what the place is, it turns out that the surname is Shui, this surname is very rare," and thought: "The prostitute who hugged the building alone in Wang Wenchi's mouth is called what Water Girl, and it seems that there are people with the surname Shui,"

Jing Lingyu said disapprerovingly: "If you have patriotic feelings, you don't have to write it when you pee your pants, you don't have to be ashamed, you have lost the face of a woman in the world," the scribe in the painting robe smiled lightly: " I heard that when Gao Ge Lao resigned, Guo Ge Lao set up a banquet here, invited the water girl to play and sing to help the fun, at that time everyone talked about state affairs, denounced Shi Fei, so not happy, the water girl was drunk and lost her temper after mentioning this poem on the wall, in order to express her anger, to open her arms, once won a full house of color, in fact, the wine must be a longitudinal, crazy long song is naïve, this is not the innocence and loveliness of the water girl," Chang Sihao nodded: " Although I don't know poetry, I can see that this poem is almost as true as it is, and it is heart-wrenching to read, and it is better than those who write about flowers and plants, and sad spring and autumn."

The green-shirted scribe at the table said: "Exactly, this poem writes about the tragic scenery of the border is picturesque, making people feel as if they have seen it, the water girl is strong, and when she is drunk and drowning, she can still think of the rise and fall of the country, obviously she is also worried about the state affairs, and she is worried about the suffering of the people."

Jing Lingyu glanced at him, and muttered in a low voice: "Hmph, you kneel under the pomegranate skirt to look at people, of course look at her very tall," she spoke in a very low voice, and even Chang Sihao beside her didn't hear it clearly,

The scribe in the painted robe swept the long knife on Chang Sihao's waist, and said with a majestic smile: "This chivalrous warrior is like-minded with Zaixia, so he is cheeky, and if he invites him again, I don't know if Your Excellency can appreciate his face," Chang Sihao saw that he was so polite, and invited him several times, but it was not good to thin his face, so he got up and gave his hand: "It's so disturbing," Jing Lingyu sat still, with a non-existent expression on his face, and poured wine and drank by himself,

The two scribes did not order many dishes, there was a hot pot in the center, the charcoal fire was red, Chang Sihao came to the table and sat down, only to feel the heating roasting his face, the scribe in the robe looked up and down, and saw that he was wearing a wolf warm hat, wearing a tiger skin shoulder, a red velvet jacket, a flying crane feather, a snow fox around the neck to cover the neck, a silver wire wide belt waist, Jiang Bo green pants, a knees turned over the wool cashmere leggings, a pair of leopard head combat boots, although rustic, but also very majestic, holding a pot for him to pour a glass of wine, smiled and asked: "Dare to ask this chivalrous noble surname," Chang Sihao said: " Don't dare to be, the little surname Chang, Chang Sihao, the two gentlemen ...... "painting robe scribe" Oh", and said with surprise on their faces: "Could it be that he rushed to Datong with Qin Langchuan to help defend the city defense, jumped into the city at night and blew up the corpses, and rushed to the camp with a hundred horses, one move divided into two generals, and the flying knife shocked me to answer the Chang hero,"

Chang Sihao didn't expect that someone in the capital also knew about it, and hurriedly said: "Blowing up the corpse pile is nothing, as for the camp, it is thanks to the strategy of the old lady Qin, who drove the livestock that I had plundered south to open the way in front of the victory, I just showed some strength, where can I be considered a hero," the scribe in the robe smiled: "Chang Xia Shi is humble, his surname is Jiang, this gentleman's surname is Zhu, I am both 'useless' people, I have heard all kinds of heroic deeds of Chang Chivalry, I didn't expect to see it in Beijing today, how fortunate it is," The green-shirted scribe on the opposite side also nodded and smiled: "Everything is determined, everything is fate, Brother Jiang, let's see Chang Xiashi, this capital is not in vain," Chang Sihao bowed his hand: "Mr. Jiang, Mr. Zhu, fortunately," The three of them picked up the cup, greeted each other, drank it all, the scribe surnamed Jiang who wore a painting robe was very interested in the battle of breaking the answer, asked about it, Chang Sihao told the story one by one, the battle scene of the day was his personal experience, talking about it from the turbulence, the two scribes also listened to the frequent nodding, the mind was open, the three of them drank to the cup, drank a happy dripping, Chang Sihao was much closer to the west wall at this time, recounting the past, looking at the poem on the wall, the more he looked at it, the more he felt the cruelty, the bloody rain and the bloody wind came to his face, as if he had returned to his hometown, Returning to the border battlefield, I couldn't help but feel a little more respect and closeness to this water girl, and said: "This poem is fierce and very atmospheric, I really didn't expect it to be written by the girl's family,"

Mr. Jiang said: "Chang Xia Shi said well, whether it is a poem or a word, it can be seen that although the author is a woman, he does not have the slightest inferiority complex and cowardice, and he looks down on men from all over the world, and he has a sense of self-pride, in fact, as long as he has this ambition and pride in his chest, whether he is born a man or a woman, what is the difference, the water girl is indeed superior to ordinary women in this regard,"

Chang Sihao raised his finger and said: "That sentence of learning Hongyu, I want to talk about Liang Hongyu, the wife of Han Shizhong, a famous general of the Great Song Dynasty, but I don't know who that Qian Guo is, I think it is also a great heroine," Mr. Jiang smiled: "Yes, Qian Guo refers to Mrs. Qian Guo, she is a native of Emperor Wu of Liang in the Southern Dynasty, and she guarded Feng Bao's wife room for Gao Liang, and once led the troops to quell the rebellion. It turns out that this Mrs. Qian Guo has such great achievements, but I have never heard of it, it is really lonely and unheard of," Mr. Jiang waved his hand: "That's not it, the elephant is invisible, the loud voice is sparse, some people are also due to fate, so they became famous, the deeds of Mrs. Qian Guo can be passed on to future generations, it is rare, and there are many heroes hidden in the grass, but unknown, few people know it,"

Mr. Zhu put his hand on his sleeves, twisted his beard and said with a smile: "Yes, the hero is buried, as if the gold is hidden in the soil, you must know that the gold is stored, although it can maintain its value, but it is different from the putre, money can only reflect its value in the barter circulation, and the hero also has to make a career, so as to live up to this life, in the next little general physiognomy, the view of the chivalrous majesty, is the appearance of great nobility, the future is unlimited, I don't know what your Excellency has on today's times, what are your views, what ambitions,"