Chapter 113

Come out to talk about equipment, the equipment of famous generals is white horses and silver guns, the equipment of chivalrous people is iron swords and long hair, and the style of scholars and talents should be white robes, folding fans, jade pendants, and children who are close to paper and ink.

Of course, if the equipment is enough, the appearance must be online, otherwise no matter how complete the equipment is, it will be Xue Pan instead of Jia Baoyu.

In both respects, Zhang Fei and Gao Feibao failed.

Tang Rucai could see at a glance that these two were inferior people who worked hard, and he didn't know how they got into Yuyang Tower. I must have heard the sound of music on the second floor, so I went upstairs to peek at the girl who was singing.

After realizing this, Tang wanted to kick these two people out at that time. But in the blink of an eye, he had another idea......

Now that I've drunk the wine and listened to the music, the interest is almost gone, so it's better to play a game on these two people.

"You also write poetry?"

Gao Feibao puffed up his chest at that time: "I just understand a little." ”

Cluck!

Miss Wan'er, who was dressed in colorful clothes and danced her waist just now, covered her mouth and chuckled. Tang Rucai couldn't hold back a smile, waved his hand and said: "Come on, the pen and ink are waiting, let us also worship the masterpieces of the two." ”

The seven or eight people around were good companions with Tang Rucai, and they all stared at Zhang Fei and Gao Feibao with playful eyes. Listen to the accent to know that it is a northerner, such as today's articles are in the capital, one is in the south of the Yangtze River, the capital is the capital of the empire, needless to say, the south of the Yangtze River is a prosperous place, and poetry and books are popular. As for the Northland...... It has always been a wild land that is not civilized, and it is said that the people there are still drinking blood.

This Tang Rucai is also clever, how could he think of making a play with these two people, it really added a lot of wine to today.

"Come, I polish ink with the two of you, and worship the two of you. ”

"Or a poem, or a word to make a last one, sung by Wan'er's mouth, tomorrow will be a sensation in the city. ”

Today's poetry is mainly disseminated through the mouth of the singer of the Qinglou, and the Qinglou carries a lot of social functions. And the collection of literati talents can neither be without wine, nor without singers. And today, Tang Rucai and others still play with Zhang Fei and the others, and everyone laughs and laughs, Na Wan'er takes a sip, and spits out the word "hate" in her lips.

In exchange for more laughter, the young man took a sip of wine and went to eat the rouge on Wan'er's mouth.

Zhang Fei is in a cold sweat, he is leng, but it doesn't mean that he is stupid. What is the taste of this banquet now, how can he not taste it.

These people are clearly playing the two of them like monkeys!

At this time, it is time to write a poem that shocks the four and slap them in the face.

However, Zhang Sanye's ability to practice martial arts is good, although he has a hobby in literature and art, he is really not good at it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are reckless and disturb your Yaxing, and please ask you Haihan for the abruptness. ”

As soon as the scene was said, Zhang Fei wanted to leave. Who knew that Tang Rucai sneered and said, "Do you want to go...... You guys are sneaky, I think you're thieves. ”

"If you can't write it, take him to the office. ”

"Tang Gongzi handed a note to the City Lord's Mansion, and he could ask for the names of the two of you. ”

Tang Rucai is a member of the Tang family in Qianzhou City, the family runs a silk and satin village, and his uncle works in the city lord's mansion. Compared with Youzhou, the prosperous Yangzhou has more complete official positions and greater power.

Zhang Fei and Gao Feibao didn't expect to go around casually, and they would provoke the big people in the city, and at this moment he already had three points of anger in his heart, and if he was someone else, he would have already made a big fist. However, today Zhang Sanye still regards himself as a literati, does not want to use force, and loses his dignity as a "literati".

"The two of us can't do it if we are not knowledgeable, but if my son-in-law wants to, he will definitely be able to do it. ”

"Your son-in-law...... Could it be that you want to slip away?"

"If you don't believe me, let me invite my son-in-law to ......"

"Go to a person, I don't believe it, there are still ...... people in the Northern Barbarians who can make poetry"

At this moment, Cheng Dalei was wandering in the hall on the first floor, Gao Feibao glanced at the stairs, and immediately shouted: "Big ...... Childe, Childe, come here, something happened. ”

"What's wrong?" Cheng Dalei and Liu Zhi and Su Ying walked up to the second floor together.

"They wouldn't let us go. ”

"Huh...... Who?" Cheng Dalei raised his head and glanced at it.

Somehow, when Cheng Dalei's gaze swept over his body, Tang Ru had the feeling of being targeted by a poisonous snake, and the spirit of the spirit shuddered.

Zhang Fei briefly said the matter and pointed at Tang Rucai.

"Oh, it turned out to be a poem. ”

Somehow, Zhang Fei faintly felt that Cheng Dalei's tone was a little excited.

"Today, the Lord will reward you with a face and give you a color to see. ”

Cheng Dalei holds the pen in his hand, his heart is surging, the traverser must make a list, there must be a copy of the poem, if you can't copy it, Tang poems and Song words and songs...... Wouldn't my nine-year compulsory education be in vain? It's just that Youzhou is deserted, and he doesn't know how to write and ink, and he has no chance to show off his poetic talent.

Yangzhou is the hometown of poetry, and if you take out a poem casually, it will shock these people.

Tang Rucai and a few people stared at Cheng Dalei, and they had already found out his origin, a businessman from the north who came to do business. No wonder he smells of copper and dresses like an upstart, what kind of poetry can he have with this kind of person.

"Your Excellency does you want to write?" Seeing that Cheng Dalei had been holding the pen, Tang Rucai asked impatiently.

"Let me think about it, think about it. ”

"Heh, you can't think of it like your subordinates, right?" Tang Rucai sneered.

It's not that Cheng Dalei can't think of it, but he doesn't know which one to copy, there is no way, there is too much stock in his stomach, but Cheng Dalei still has some difficulty in choosing.

That's it, that's it.

Cheng Dalei dipped himself in thick ink, walked the pen and wrote four words on the paper.

When Tang Rucai saw it, he couldn't help laughing. Several other people also covered their mouths, especially Na Wan'er, who was even more red.

Without him, mainly because Cheng Dalei's words are too ugly. He had never used a brush in his previous life, and he had not deliberately practiced since he came to this world, in Cheng Dalei's cognition, words are enough. This is good in Qingniu Mountain, there are many people in Qingniu Mountain who are illiterate, at least Cheng Dalei can write. Of course, in Yangzhou, a hometown of poetry and books, the word Cheng Dalei has become the object of ridicule.

If the words are written like this, what good poetry will there be.

Someone laughed so much that he leaned back and forth, and Tang Rucai couldn't help laughing: "Your Excellency's words haven't been taught by Mr., right?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" Cheng Dalei raised his head, looked at him in confusion, and kept writing a series of ghost-like handwriting.

Tang Rucai's eyes fell on the paper, and he wanted to taunt the other party for a few words, but when he saw the content of the pen clearly, his eyes suddenly widened.

Crooked, like a snake crawling on the paper, a string of ink characters appeared.

"Northern scenery, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow"