He Has a Dragon

"How's it going? Not bad in this next poem?"

Wang Le looked at the fat shopkeeper and the guy with a shocked look, and asked with a smile.

来 Before Laiwenkui Tower, Wang Le released his consciousness. From the chat in the restaurant and restaurant in the city, he probably learned about the cultural atmosphere and level of Aolai.

Then found that it was very similar to the feudal dynasty era in China. The biggest difference was that there were no cultural celebrities in the history of China.

In other words, the appearance of Tang poetry and Song poetry here is original.

In this case, Wang Le must be indifferent, and he has vowed to be a porter in order to have a meal in this Wenkui building.

When I lost my heart, Wang Le saw that the fat shopkeeper and the young man were still frowning, and he could not help but frown slightly.

Finally, the fat shopkeeper who returned to God finally nodded and admitted: "This poem has never been heard before, and it is obviously your original."

After a pause, the fat shopkeeper continued: "This autumn poem is indeed a rare piece. It seems that your master is really a master of this kind."

Wang Le laughed without saying a word, and of course he would not tell the other side that this "Autumn Poem" was written by Liu Yuxi, who is known as a poet.

Of course, this "Autumn Poem" is certainly not as famous as Liu Yuxi's "The Inferior Chamber".

I ca n’t walk into the gate of Wenkui Tower. In Wang Le ’s opinion, a song called "Autumn Ci" is enough.

When Wang Wang saw the fat shopkeeper nodded his approval, he was about to step over the threshold to enter Wenkui Building, and saw two old men who had not spoken next to him. One of them suddenly said: "Little friends stay on!

He Wang Le stepped down and looked at the other with a slight smile and asked, "What advice do you have for seniors?"

I saw the old man with a ruddy complexion and bright eyes asked Wang Le seriously and asked, "Can the little friend be ready to pay for the wine?"

额 "Eh!" Wang Le raised a brow, looked at the other side and the fat shopkeeper with a hint of confusion, and could not help asking: "Can there be any rules here?"

I did n’t wait for the old man to speak, and then saw the fat shopkeeper with a smile on his face and responded with a smile: "It depends on what wine you want to drink."

He Wangle replied without hesitation: "Of course, drinking is to drink good wine, otherwise it will be boring."

Immediately, another old man with a small figure touched his white beard, smiled slightly, and said, "The best wine in Wenkui House is not that easy to drink. This is not just a poem."

乐 Wang Le smiled softly, and replied calmly: "The best at next is to write poetry. Today, the best wine in Wenkuilou, Wang is sure to drink."

After a moment's pause, Wang Le looked at the fat shopkeeper and said, "Which of these words is there, although it is drawn down, it will be next."

The fat shopkeeper couldn't help looking at Wang Le up and down, and slowly asked, "Are you sure you want to drink the best wine in Wenkuilou?"

Wang Wangle replied lightly: "Since you are here in the Imperial Capital, of course you have to taste the good things here, otherwise, wouldn't it be a visit?"

The fat shopkeeper saw that Wang Le didn't look like a joke. He suddenly looked at the other with a serious face and said solemnly, "If you want to drink the best wine in Wenkuilou, you must write a song with the theme of wine and get Everyone recognizes good poetry. "

"With the theme of wine?" Wang Le touched his nose strangely, almost laughed out loud, and could not help secretly whispering: "Do not write too many classics of wine in Tang Poems and Songs, Xiao Ye casually come up with one Can calm you! "

I said here, the fat shopkeeper looked at the two old men who hadn't left, and said respectfully, "There are two bosses, I believe they will get the most fair judgment!"

When Wang Le's eyes fell on the two elders, the fat shopkeeper took the initiative to introduce them: "The two elders are the masters of the literary world in Pride, leaving numerous classics."

Wang Wangle smiled politely and archlyly: "Then the two bosses will be judged once."

At this moment, I saw the old man with sharp eyes smiled, "If the Lord wins, I wonder if I can ask for a drink?"

The old man with a short beard and a short white beard followed his voice and said, "Yes, my husband, but some years, did not drink the thunder rain of Wenkuilou."

"Thunderstorm dew." Wang Le muttered in his heart, thinking that it was Wenkuilou's best drink name.

At this moment, Wang Le couldn't help thinking of the words that Thunder and Rain were all grace.

在 At this moment, when the fat shopkeeper opened his mouth and explained to Wang Le again, "The recipe for the thunder rain dew of Wenkuilou came from the master's hands, but it is a unique and unique wine in this world."

所以 "So if you want to drink this thunder rain dew, it is not enough to have money, but you must have enough talents to be eligible to drink this fairy brew!"

"Eh! Teacher?" Wang Le could not help but flash a strange color in his eyes, and was quite surprised to think in his heart: "This Yunhu teacher is really a wonderful person, dare to be a literary artist!"

After changing his mind, Wang Le could not help but habitually touched his nose again, and then asked: "This poem comes into the door, and I want to drink another thunderstorm, the best wine of Wenkuilou, and the other one is called the table meal. Do you have to write a song? "

The fat shopkeeper shook his head with a smile and said, "As long as you can write a poem that can drink Thunder Rain, Wenkulou's delicacies can be tasted by anyone ~ www.readwn.com ~ No penny!"

Wang Le smiled softly and replied, "I always don't like to owe debts, but it's just an extra poem, no big deal."

Then saw Wang Le walking into Wenkui Building, laughing, and laughing, "Treasurer, prepare Thunder Rain!"

The fat shopkeeper was stunned first, followed by a suspicious self-confidence to himself: "Hum! Young man who is frivolous and unspoken, it was five years ago that a customer had a thunderstorm in Wenkui House last time."

After a long pause, the fat shopkeeper looked at the guy next to him and said, "Go and prepare a pen and paper for this guest officer."

After I finished speaking, the fat shopkeeper looked respectfully and invited the two bosses together to re-enter Wenkui House ...

After a short while, the guests at Wenkui Building already knew that someone wanted to drink Thunder Rain.

The entire Wenkui Building has five floors. Except for the lobby on the first floor, the other floors are separated into a private room.

These private rooms have front and rear windows. The front windows can see the outside view of the restaurant, while the rear windows are opened to see the first floor lobby.

At this time, in order to make it convenient for guests to watch the stage set in the lobby on the first floor, there are often famous performers performing on it.

After all, when Wang Le and the fat shopkeeper came to a vacant dining table in the lobby on the first floor, the opera singer standing on the stage stopped in a timely manner.

At this moment, everyone's eyes could not help falling on Wang Le, who was standing at the table.

(End of this chapter)