Me and my Jianghu Tavern

"The slender clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark. Once the golden wind and the jade dew meet, they will win but there are countless people in the world." Liu Jiangnan read out the complete Shangque.

Before he could open his mouth, Xu Sanwen couldn't help but commented: "It's such a good one, 'When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they are better than countless people in the world'. Just this one sentence can surpass thousands of sentences of others."

"Good words, let's go to the que, read it quickly." Xu Sanwen was overwhelmed by the table, and everyone was also attracted, wanting to see what kind of a word it is.

In fact, when the words and sentences come here, the concept and outline have already emerged. This word is obviously different from the sad and euphemistic style of "love" words written on Qixi Festival in the past.

Liu Jiangnan was a little nervous for a while, but that... is really powerful.

"Liu Xuezi, let's go to the que, read it out quickly." The old fellows got a little anxious and urged them.

Xu Sanwen's face was serious, without the stability before, the upper palace was already so good, so what about the lower palace.

Liu Jiangnan looked up and read the words.

"Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, bear to look after Queqiao's way back."

"If the two feelings last for a long time, how can they be in... and in... and in the morning and evening!"

The old guys froze for a while, their eyes were filled with extreme shock, and there was no sound in the shipyard.

"If the two feelings last for a long time, how can they be in the day and night... I am afraid that this sentence alone is enough to be passed down through the ages."

I don't know how long it took, Xu Sanwen sighed leisurely, and there was still endless aftertaste on her pretty face, apparently affected by this poem.

Liu Jiangnan was also a little crazy for a while, this is the Qixi Ci that he planted in his heart, if the relationship between the two lasts for a long time, how can it be day and night.

Such poetry...such poetry...

Liu Jiangnan sighed, and muttered softly: "If I read it out, I'm afraid no one here will dare to write poetry anymore."

Love must withstand the test of long-term separation. As long as we can sincerely love each other, even if we are separated all year round, it is much more precious than the vulgar love of being together day and night.

This is a gap in realm, far beyond the poems they have seen.

"What a song "Magpie Bridge Immortal", both the words and the concept are excellent!" The face of a visitor next to him showed excitement, and even tore a paper raft with other people's poems in his hand to pieces.

Liu Jiangnan looked at Xu Sanwen, and said, "Mr. Xu, what should this Magpie Bridge Immortal be like?"

Xu Sanwen raised his hand and sighed: "When Lie Jia waits, don't read it for a while. After reading it, the talented people below still have the heart to write poems."

Chapter 82: Still drinking.

Xu Sanwen took the rice paper with the Immortal Magpie Bridge written on it from Liu Jiangnan's hand, and the first thing he saw after receiving it was not a pleasant surprise, but a frown on the contrary.

This word... is too poorly written.

And who made it?

As far as he knew, there were not many poems in Jian'an City, and the person who could create the Magpie Bridge Fairy was no longer in the south of the Yangtze River. Xu Sanwen looked at the place where the signature was signed.

The scribbled note was written in six large characters: "Jianghu Tavern Outside the City"

"What does this mean?" Xu Sanwen raised his eyebrows. The inscription is not a person's name at all, but an address.

Xu Sanwen became a little annoyed for a while, why the person who wrote about this magpie bridge fairy was so casual, it was difficult to be elegant.

On the other side of Qingyang Lake, Yan Yuhan and Zhang Ming were sitting in the cabin with nothing to do.

The old man who punted the boat sat on the bow and subconsciously touched the gourd on his waist. When he touched it, he remembered that there seemed to be no wine in the gourd.

The old man babbled and mouthed, and became greedy again.

In the cabin, Yan Yuhan blinked, opened his mouth, and said hesitantly, "Brother Zhang, is the payment...is it really all right?"

He didn't understand why Zhang Ming would write the six-character inscription "Jianghu Tavern Outside the City". If you wrote it like this, no one would recognize you.

Zhang Ming didn't take it seriously, and said, "What's the problem?"

Seeing this, Yan Yuhan didn't ask any more questions, maybe this brother Zhang is like that hidden talent, and he doesn't expect that fame and fortune.

The task is to let him win the first poem, if people find out that he did it, then there will be more troubles, he hates troubles.

As for the signature, Zhang Ming wanted to promote his tavern. On such a good day, it is impossible for the center of Qingyang Lake to be full of scholars and students. There are always two quacks.

If someone came to the tavern and asked about it, he would be beaten to death and refused to admit it, and no one would believe that a tavern keeper could compose such a poem, and Zhang Ming couldn't compose it at all, it was copied.

On the other boat, Guo Xiao picked up a pen and wrote it, not knowing how to write it down, a little bored, so she simply dropped the pen and stopped writing.

"These poems are really not as good as one poem." Guo Xiao raised her eyebrows, a little dissatisfied.

Guo Xiao originally planned to recruit two poets, but who knows that one is not as good as the other. Many things recorded by Bai Xiaosheng have to be written and fabricated, and there are not many such people.

Jian Wu turned his head to look, and calmly said: "Master, I think it's okay."

Guo Xiao curled her lips and said, "You only know how to practice swords, but how can you know poetry."

Jian Wu thought for a long time, shook his head, and retorted: "Master, Jian Wu can not only practice swords, but also drink."

Guo Xiao raised her head angrily and was about to hit him, but Jian Wu would not avoid it, but there was some doubt in his eyes, and he didn't know what he said wrong.

About half an hour passed, and there was no poem to submit in the lake.

"Boom!"

The boy looked around, rang the bronze bell, and shouted loudly: "The hour is here!"

The ringing of the bronze bell means that this poetry meeting is about to end, which is equivalent to an ultimatum, and it also means that this year's poetry champion is about to appear.

Yan Yuhan was stunned when he heard the copper bell, and said, "Why did you ring the bell? It seems that Brother Zhang hasn't read the words yet."

Zhang Ming finally reacted when he heard this, and he was also puzzled.

Could it be that this song is not good for Magpie Bridge Immortal?How is this possible, the ancient quatrains, how could it be unknown on the list, did someone write it?

This was the only reason Zhang Ming could think of, so he asked, "Have you ever heard of Magpie Bridge Immortal?"

Yan Yuhan shook his head, a little puzzled and said, "No."

Yan Yuhan subconsciously looked at the civet cat sleeping soundly in Zhang Ming's arms, and suddenly felt a little weird, thinking, who the hell is this brother?

Zhang Ming didn't understand again now, and thought for a while.

Zhang Ming decided that it was better to leave first, in case something really happened and no one could find him, he just went to the tavern and beat him to death and refused to admit it.

"Do you want to stay? I'm going to leave." Zhang Ming said to Yan Yuhan.

Yan Yuhan was stunned for a moment, and said puzzledly: "Brother Zhang, the poetry champion will be announced soon, let's go now..."

"It's not important." Zhang Ming interrupted.

Yan Yuhan didn't know what to say for a while, but he wanted to stay and see what it was like this year. A poem won the first prize, so he went back to his boat and stopped traveling with Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming stepped out of the cabin and said to the old man who was punting the boat, "Boater, go back to the shore."

Looking at the bow of the boat, the old man turned his head and asked, "Sir, are you leaving now? Isn't it over yet?"

"There's nothing to wait for." Zhang Ming shook his head and said, all he was thinking about was running away, and something must have happened if Queqiao Xiannian didn't read it out.

"But this..." The old man who punted the boat felt a little unsatisfied and wanted to read on.

Zhang Ming raised his eyebrows and said, "I'll buy you a drink."

The old man's eyes lit up when he heard this, and even when he saw the gourd hanging beside Zhang Ming, he realized that this man was not lying to him, so he agreed: "Okay, the old man happened to be greedy for wine, so what's the point of poetry?" .”

Yan Yuhan stood at the bow and looked at the boats gliding towards the shore, feeling even more puzzled.

"This person... is too weird." Yan Yuhan sighed, but he thought it was true, didn't everyone in literature have a weird temper.

After a while, Zhang Mingcheng's boat arrived at the shore, and everyone on the lake was still waiting for the final answer.

"Why haven't you announced it..."

"I'm a little anxious to wait, and I don't know what kind of poem it is."

"I have no hope anyway, so I just stay and take a look."

The gifted scholars on the lake whispered to each other, and the boats were not close to each other, but they could hear each other's words, so they chatted.

On the big boat with the flag, Gongsun Yu and others were also waiting for the answer, but after the bronze bell was struck, there was no sound on the boat in the lake.

"Why haven't you announced it yet!" Scholar Song was a little anxious, beating the folding fan in his palm.

Wu Manzi scolded with a smile: "Why are you so anxious, it can't be you anyway."

"Who said it's impossible!"

There was another quarrel on the boat, and the two men always had a quarrel.

On the shore of the lake, the boat stopped, and the old man who punted the boat blushed, waiting for Zhang Ming to fulfill his promise.

Zhang Ming took out the gourd from his waist. He turned his head and glanced at the center of the lake, thinking that he must not catch me.

"Sure enough...to be a Wen Chaogong is to invite retribution." Zhang Ming muttered, he came back to his senses, opened the wine cork, and said, "Boatman, give me your gourd."

"Thank you, sir." The old boatman smiled and handed over the gourd at his waist.

After pouring about a pot of fermented glutinous rice wine into the gourd, Zhang Ming didn't pour it any more. You have to collect money to give it away, and the rich and powerful don't just give it away casually.

Zhang Ming went ashore with Xiaoqi in his arms, and left here taking advantage of the crowd.

The old man on the boat opened the wine cork with a smile, smelled it carefully, and then his eyes lit up, and he took a sip immediately.

The old man was stunned after just one sip, and he couldn't help sighing: "Good wine!!"

This wine...is more than just a good word.

The old man came back to his senses, looked at the shore, and the figure holding the white cat had long since disappeared, and he couldn't help sighing: "This young master is really grand."

Chapter 83: Mission Complete?

Zhang Ming held Xiaoqi in his arms. This little guy was sleeping soundly. He didn't wake up after all the noise in the street. I really don't know why he is so lazy.

"It can be regarded as slipping away." After fleeing the scene, Zhang Ming heaved a sigh of relief. Sure enough, being Wenchaogong is not so easy.

At this moment, the system's notification sound suddenly appeared in Zhang Ming's mind.

[Task: Poetry Club Poetry Kui (Completed), please pay attention to check! 】

"Finished?" Zhang Ming paused, not understanding what was going on.

How did it get done?

Didn't get caught?Is there no trouble?

So...he didn't make a mistake in copying "The Magpie Bridge Immortal"?

Zhang Ming turned his head and looked in the direction of Qingyang Lake. He was a little curious about what happened. He thought that the task this time was a failure, but now he felt like he had won the lottery.

Is life so ups and downs?Zhang Ming smiled wryly.

"Forget it, the tasks are all done, and there's nothing to see here." Zhang Ming muttered, and then returned to the inn with Xiao Qi.

On the boat in Qingyang Lake, everyone was still thinking about how to deal with the Magpie Bridge Immortal, because Xu Gong in the middle seemed a little annoyed.

Xu Sanwen snorted coldly, and said, "Take it out and read it, read it all, and read it word by word for the signature."

"Uh...Xu Gong, this is not good..." Liu Jiangnan said.

Xu Sanwen looked serious, with a little anger. This poem is indeed excellent, but the inscription really pissed him off, it was like a nonsense.

"What's wrong, the person who made this word just wanted to get out, so let him do what he wants, I want to see, who is that bastard." Xu Sanwen snorted coldly.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, and finally gave the young man the piece of paper that said Magpie Bridge Immortal, and asked him to read it out.

Large and small boats and boats floated in the middle of the lake, and everyone stared wide-eyed, some were shocked, some were puzzled.

Magpie bridge fairy?

... Once Feng Yulu meets, they will win, but there are countless in the world... If the two loves last for a long time, how can they be in the same day and night.

This this……

"Why haven't I read this song before!"

"Magpie Bridge Immortal, Magpie Bridge Immortal, this is Qixi Ci, I can't do it!"

"It's probably because I didn't read it on purpose. If I listened to it, I probably didn't want to write poetry."

"Okay, what a magpie bridge fairy, if the two loves last for a long time, how can they be in the day and night, eternal quatrains, eternal quatrains!"