Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

Seeing Gu Nan's anxious look, Wang Jian lifted the seal of the wine jar with a smile, and added a bottle for Gu Nan and himself.

The sweet wine swayed in the bronze wine bottle, and the aroma of the wine wafted away, giving it a slightly intoxicating taste in the snowy night.

Holding the wine, Gu Nan brought it to his mouth and drank it down.

The strong wine entered the throat, as if swallowing a mouthful of flames, with a burning sensation in the throat, and then a warmth rose from the abdomen.

The chill that was originally on his body was dispelled in an instant.

"Huh." Breathing out a foul breath, Gu Nan leaned back and leaned against the tree trunk.

Shaking the wine bottle in his hand, he complained.

"Not strong enough."

As if Wang Jian had expected it, he pursed his lips: "This is not enough. This is already the strongest wine in Xianyang City. I got these two altars at a high price. Girl, your drinking capacity is probably the best in this world. I can't satisfy you anymore."

Gu Nan brushed the long hair dangling on the side of her face behind her ears.

The long sword was leaning against her bosom, the green robe was a little loose, and the wine glass was lightly held in her hand, she had the demeanor of an ancient knight.

"Haha, if there is a chance, I will brew it myself and let you taste what is strong wine."

The wine-making technology in the Warring States period was still very simple, and the strongest spirits were stronger than beer, which really didn't feel like it.

"That's kind, I'll thank the girl first." Wang Jian drank the wine in his hand with a smile, his face immediately turned red, obviously the strong wine was really strong for him.

"Don't interrupt." Gu Nan grabbed the wine jar and poured wine into the wine bottle he made: "You came to see me today, just to drink?"

Wang Jian was silent for a while when he heard Gu Nan's question, and then let out a sigh.

Said leisurely: "I heard that you are going to Changping?"

"Ah."

"The road is dangerous, this wine, by the way, I'll see you off." Wang Jian said with a smile, raising his glass.

Gu Nan rolled her eyes: "Seeing you off, it looks like I'm going to die." While speaking, he raised his wine glass and touched Wang Jian.

There was a soft, somewhat hollow sound.

The toasts were intertwined, and before I knew it, I had already finished drinking a jar.

Gu Nan took a sip, and suddenly gave a wry smile for some reason.

Turning to look at Wang Jian.

"To be honest, idiot, I haven't fought a war yet."

"What's so good about this battle?"

Wang Jian didn't know if he was half drunk or completely drunk, so he picked up a dead leaf on the ground.

Holding the petiole and turning it drunkenly.

Gu Nan saw that he was unable to speak anymore, so she smiled and turned her head.

Wang Jian's voice came from behind.

Drunk: "People like us are born to fight."

"And then die on the battlefield."

There was no speaking between the two.

Gu Nan raised his wine glass to the moon.

Squinting.

In the moonlight, the bronze wine bottle reflects the slightly cold moonlight.

"Moonlight Cup of Qingzun fine wine, if you want to drink Jinming, call immediately."

"Drunk lying on the battlefield Lord Grim."

"How many people have fought in ancient times."

"Miss Gu, what a poem." Wang Jian was already drunk, and raised the wine bottle in his hand: "You should finish this cup."

"OK."

(Poetry in the Warring States period should be based on the style of the Book of Songs, but in fact there are also styles such as words. And the seven-character quatrains, as a poetry style that later became the mainstream, naturally have their place to be appreciated. I think it is acceptable even if there is no such style of poetry in the Warring States period. After all, the appreciation of a poem is not the format but the text. Haha, after all, it is a historical fiction after all, so don’t take it too seriously .)

Chapter 20: Scholar listening to poetry

Outside the wall of the small courtyard of Lord Wu'an's Mansion, a down-and-out scholar passed by the wall.

His clothes were ragged and his body was thin, obviously because he had been hungry for too long.

It's too cold.

Trembling, he took out half a dry biscuit from his pocket, huddled in a corner, and was about to eat it.

But a voice could be heard from inside the wall.

"People like us are born to fight, and then die on the battlefield."

This sentence stunned the scholar outside the wall.

Turning his head to look inside the wall, the high wall is majestic and rich, but the voice inside the wall is filled with helplessness and a wry smile.

Be a general.

The scholar thought, shook his head, and lowered his head to eat his steamed buns, they are all poor people.

It's ridiculous to say that he is down and out, and the people in the wall are obviously wealthy people, but he feels sorry for others.

But what's wrong?In this troubled world, who is not a pitiful person?

The biscuits were almost finished, and the scholar was about to leave.

But he heard a clear female voice coming from the wall.

"The luminous cup of green wine and fine wine, if you want to drink Jinming, call it immediately, Lord Mo Xiao, who is drunk and lying on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times."

The short four-line short poem made the scholar stop in his tracks.

Good literary talent.