Sui and Tang Dynasties: My Wife is the Eldest Grandson Wugou

Look at this calligraphy, and then look at that poem, they are all amazing masterpieces!

The whole poem depicts a kind of heroic ambition of a man in the army.

Especially that last sentence.

"Grand Mo Xiao, drunk on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times?"

After reading it, people can't help but think of a picture. Even though the soldiers are drunk and collapsed on the battlefield, they are still unmoved and refuse to retreat half a step. Don't laugh at us. Going out for the first time to serve the country, I originally planned to shroud my body in horse leather, but I didn't plan to come back alive!

This kind of resolute pride, such fierce ambition, can't help but make people's blood boil between the lines!

Seeing that the big guy praised Ye Fan, and Li Shimin who was sitting in the corner not far away, he was very upset.

When he heard that this store was opened by Ye Fan, he refused to come even if he said nothing.

However, the emperor ordered that all the important ministers of the ruling and opposition parties come to join in the roll call.

Yang Guang also considered that if all of them were called, it would make Ye Fan suspicious, so he didn't call all of them, but only some of them.

If other people knew the inside story, they might not be able to help but spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Nima, the emperor did not hesitate to call a group of ministers in order to help a restaurant owner act aggressively?

This operation is too coquettish, right?

"Hmph, isn't this guy exaggerating too much?"

Li Shimin thought unhappily: "That day in Gaofu, he must have copied a poem from somewhere, saying it was his own, and he just borrowed flowers to present Buddha. Today he is boasting here again, saying that this calligraphy is written by himself, boasting Is there no upper limit for getting up?"

In fact, it is not without reason that Li Shimin does not believe it.

Many people also thought the same as Li Shimin, thinking that it is impossible for Ye Fan to have such a calligraphy level at such a young age.

Seeing Ye Fan's proud appearance, Li Shimin couldn't help it, and immediately made things difficult for Ye Fan.

"Master Ye, since your calligraphy is so superb, can you perform it in public so that I can see it later?"

Li Shimin said with a sneer.

Anyway, Li Shimin absolutely did not believe that Ye Fan had such a proud talent.

After all, if Wang Xizhi, the sage of calligraphy, wants to practice it to the point where it can be faked, it not only needs to be as simple as being talented, but also requires decades of hard work!

But how old is Ye Fan?

However, at the age of eighteen or nineteen, even if he is a rare talent, it is absolutely impossible for him to become so powerful in just over ten years.

Hearing Li Shimin's words, Ye Fan knew very well that this kid was making things difficult for him.

Originally, he didn't want to talk to him, but after thinking about it, if he didn't talk to this kid, he would definitely make progress, and he would feel guilty of being a thief.

Why not just take advantage of this opportunity to promote your own restaurant.

After all, this is an excellent publicity opportunity, so don't be blind.

Li Shimin, oh Li Shimin, you said it well, why did you give me a chance to pretend to be for nothing?

Ye Fan sneered secretly in his heart, then waved his hand, and said with pride: "Of course it's no problem, since Mr. Li has asked for it, come and serve me with pen and ink!"

Afterwards, the guys in the shop immediately got to work.

Those who moved the table moved the table, those who took the pen and ink took the pen and ink, and they were very busy.

After grinding the ink, Ye Fan dipped the pen into the ink, and then wrote a poem on the rice paper laid out.

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Raise your glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadows will become three people!"

"Master Li, are you satisfied?"

Ye Fan stared at Li Shimin and asked with a sneer.

Li Shimin's face turned green and pale for a while, he couldn't help but gritted his teeth, and said, "Well, this poem is not suitable for the occasion. There are so many people here, why is it only three people? You, you change another one!"

Still trying to make things difficult for me?

Do you think my copy of this copy is for nothing?

Ye Fan sneered even more in his heart, and then hung a pen in the air, asking someone to change a blank rice paper.

Swish swish!

A song will enter the wine and drop it on the paper.

"Don't you see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and not returning."

"Don't you see Gaotang Mingjing's sad white hair, the morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow."

"You must be happy in life, and don't let the golden bottle face the moon."

"I was born to be useful, and I will come back after the money is gone."

"It is fun to cook sheep and slaughter oxen, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time."

"Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will drink wine, don't stop drinking."

"Sing a song with Jun, please listen to me."

"The bells, drums, and jade are not expensive, but I hope I won't wake up after being drunk."