Anecdotes of Li Yang

The two walked through the chaotic seats and came to the counter to book a room.

The rich shopkeeper smiled all over his face and said, "My lord, I'm really sorry, the poetry discussion conference will start tomorrow, and there is only one guest room left."

Yang Wensheng was thinking about whether to change the inn, and the shopkeeper hurriedly said: "I am afraid that there are no vacancies in the entire county, and the remaining room with the word "Shangtian" is a bit expensive, so no one will book it. But this square bed is big and wide. It's not a problem to accommodate three people, I'll ask Xiao Er to send you a quilt later."

Yang Wensheng hesitated for a moment, the shopkeeper looked at how sincere my kindness was, so he couldn't refuse, so he paid the rent, and then ordered a few delicate dishes for Xiaoer to deliver to the guest room, Liu Shanghe followed behind : "I want another jug ​​of good wine."

Xiaoer led the two of them upstairs, Yang Wensheng explained: "The guest rooms are all full, I'm sorry for you to squeeze me in."

"I think it's very good."

Xiaoer looked back suspiciously, Yang Wensheng smiled shyly and said, "Our joking name."

When Xiaoer left, Yang Wensheng asked, "Where do you usually sleep?"

"Usually find a place to squat for a while."

Yang Wensheng was very concerned about this "casualness", and said: "Although your Excellency is very human, you don't need to be confined to the fireworks of the world, but you still have to rest well. After dinner, you should take a good rest in bed for a night, and we will go to see the forum together tomorrow. Poetry Conference."

Liu Shanghe was stunned for a moment, his heart turned a thousand times, this person never looked at him hundreds of years ago, but now he is so approachable as a mortal, and he can still care about him, it seems that he has stolen a treasure.

As long as it's him, it's fine to steal it.

Entering the room, Liu Shanghe saw the Guqin book machine, his heart moved, and he played it slowly. He frowned and thought for a while, and then wrote and drew on the paper. It turned out that he had composed a ditty.Yang Wensheng put the calligraphy and painting he just bought on the bookshelf, and came to the piano case with his hands behind his back, watching quietly.

Liu Shanghe's slender fingers flicked and swayed on the strings, but he looked like a fairy.

After the song was over, Liu Shanghe picked up the sheet music again, and said as a matter of course, "Does it sound good?!"

Yang Wensheng looked at him speechlessly, and silently retracted what he had just said about him, saying, "Your Excellency, just be happy."

"Naturally happy, can Wen Sheng understand the rhythm?"

"It's not as good as you have the talent to compose music, but you can play a few times."

Liu Shanghe stood up and gave up his seat, "Wen Sheng, please!"

Yang Wensheng sat down and stared at the score for a while, his fingertips were twirling, and the sound of the piano was smooth and soft.

If Liu Shanghe's piano sound is clear and lively, implying some strength, Yang Wensheng's is gentle and gentle, and he speaks slowly.For the same melody, different people play different styles.

Liu Shanghe was very happy, he didn't expect Yang Wensheng to play the ditty he wrote so well, "Can Wensheng give this score a name?"

Yang Wensheng thought for a moment, and said, "Lingxi, how is it?"

Liu Shanghe agreed very much, and immediately wrote it down.

At this time Xiaoer also brought up the food and bedding, and they sat down at the table by the window, watching the pedestrians and horses passing by on the street, the small shops along the street dimly lit, drinking and tasting dishes, and gossiping. Three, life is so pleasant.

After drinking for three rounds, Yang Wensheng's face was blushed and his eyes were watery, but he didn't appear drunk. He stopped drinking from the glass.

Liu Shanghe looked as usual, took a sip of wine, looked out the window, seemed to recall distant memories, and said politely:

"I didn't expect that the time would be so fast, and there would be no one in Liyang Valley, as if there had never been anyone. In fact, there used to be very similar to here.

Thinking about it now, all of this is probably because I am too willful.At that time, I was too young, and I only knew to grab what I wanted, and I would repay anyone who was kind to me, but I don’t know, karma.I've been trapped for hundreds of years, and I deserve it. "

Yang Wensheng was slightly stunned, and felt sore seeing his slightly sentimental expression, and comforted him: "Shang He, although I don't know what you have been through, I always feel that you are very good."

Liu Shanghe raised his eyebrows, there was no trace of the sentimentality just now, and he stared at Yang Wensheng with great interest.

Is it because of drinking?

After Yang Wensheng finished speaking, he felt that he couldn't hold back his face, and he continued: "Of course, you are indeed willful and reckless, and you are not at all like a person who cultivates immortals."

Liu Shanghe's head was full of black lines, "Yang Wensheng, please pay attention to your words, the person sitting in front of you is He Shouxian with profound mana, be careful when the deity is angry and wants you to look good."

"I'm already good-looking, so why bother? Also, can you stop calling yourself a real deity one by one, did you see the look that Xiaoer looked at you just now? Be careful that the government treats you like a demon!"

Liu Shanghe patiently listened to the complaints of the person opposite, and smiled like a spring breeze, "I don't call myself the deity anymore, so you don't need to call me, just call me by my name."

Yang Wensheng tilted his head and looked at him, hesitating for a while, "Okay."

Liu Shanghe didn't expect him to look like this when he was drunk, he was ecstatic in his heart, and asked: "Wen Sheng, you just said you are good-looking, so who else is good-looking?" Then he chanted his own name in his heart.

"General Huashen, if you don't believe me, look at it!" He said and walked towards the bookshelf, wanting to show Liu Shanghe a painting he bought back at a bargain today.

Liu Shanghe reached out his hand to stop him, stuffed it back into the chair, sat beside him himself, and said steadfastly, "There is a ready-made painting in front of you, go get some broken painting."

Yang Wensheng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized: "Yes, Shang He is also very good-looking, but you are handsome, and he is handsome, very beautiful."

Liu Shanghe felt better in his heart and then felt sour, "You really miss him all the time."

Yang Wensheng looked serious, and said: "General Huashen, I seem to remember him."

Liu Shanghe snorted coldly, and said, "I think you're drunk and talkative, go to sleep quickly!"

After speaking, he slipped Yang Wensheng onto the bed and stuffed him under the quilt.

Yang Wensheng didn't take off his clothes, he felt very uncomfortable, twisted back and forth in the quilt, Liu Shanghe looked at his aggrieved appearance, then twisted his hands and made a trick, the coat fell off, Yang Wensheng became honest, and saw him after a while Zhou Gong.

Liu Shanghe picked up Yang Wensheng's clothes and was about to put them on the hanger, when a purse fell down.He bent down to pick it up, and the spiritual power that touched his fingertips flowed. He said he shouldn't look at Yang Wensheng's private things, but he did feel a familiar spiritual power.Feeling very puzzled, he turned his head to look at Yang Wensheng's sleeping face, opened his purse, and took out a white square scarf from it. Liu Shanghe saw the "Begonia is still" embroidered on it, and couldn't help being shocked, shocked, and sighed:

Is it really fate?You actually became a descendant of Sister Li?