Chapter 72: Will drink

After drinking alcohol and drinking Zheng Pei, Pei Ziyun just had a drink with Fu Juren. Chen Jinchun and Yu Guangmao knew that Pei Ziyun's literary works did not come from looking for hard food.
在 At this moment, Shen Zhi went to Pei Ziyun's table and took two men, one with a jug and one with a pen, and one with ink and paper.
Shen Zhi poured wine to accompany Pei Ziyun at this table and drank. Then he smiled and said to Pei Ziyun, "Shen Zhijiu heard about Xie Yuancai. Today coincides with his meeting. I have a merciless request, and please ask Xie Yuan Zuo. In the last poem, let me wait to see what Xie Yuan looks like. "
Pei Ziyun is chatting with Fu Juren, Chen Jinchun and Yu Guangmao, drinking and talking about the article. When they saw Shen Zhilai invited, everyone did not feel surprised. Pei Ziyun had a literary talent, and he was more successful. He was noticed. The collection of articles has flowed out, and the reading is really wonderful.
Originally, Shihlin still had a voice. As soon as this book was published, even if some people were dissatisfied, they couldn't say it boldly. Everyone has appreciation. It means that a deer is a horse. You have to have this power. Make people look down.
Pei Ziyun looked up, and Wei Ang followed Shen's side. When he saw Pei Ziyun, he blinked at Pei Ziyun and gave a hint that Pei Ziyun had reacted. Presumably, Wei Ang gave his master and brother a pavement. , The opportunity to broadcast fame.
This is exactly what I meant, and I thought in my heart that Pei Ziyun stood up and smiled: "Poetry writing is just a small thing, but it is dismissive for me to ask me to write poems empty-handed. If Mr. Shen is willing to serve three glasses of wine, I will do it. What's so good about one? "
Shen Zhi was also a celebrity. When he was famous, it was a bit overwhelming to serve Shen Zhi at this time. Everyone in the field was a little unhappy, and even Wei Wei who instructed Shen Zhi to step forward and invited to write a poem was a bit surprised. .
When Pei Ziyun saw Shen Zhi's invitation, he had a plan in his heart. To be famous, you must have talent. Where you can use your talents, you won't go to the public office in the future. You don't need to worry about your reputation, and you don't need to be humble at this time. If you pour wine for me, it proves that I am above Shen Zhi. As long as the poems can move the Quartet, this reputation can be saved, and the first step is even achieved.
There was some silence and close people, Fu Juren, Chen Jinchun, and Yu Guangmao were all worried. If they could write famous articles, they would be celebrities. If they did not write well, they would be arrogant and ignorant. , Can not help but ooze cold sweat.
Although Shen Zhi was born only as a show, he followed Jibei Hou for a long time and followed the generals with a pen. Who dares to look at him only as a show?
没有 I haven't encountered this for many years. Shen stared at Pei Ziyun for a while, and then smiled: "It's just pouring wine. How difficult is it, come here, bring me wine."
There was a servant who took the wine and brought it up. Shen directly passed the wine, took three glasses and poured them one by one, holding the plate with both hands.
Fu Juren, Chen Jinchun, and Yu Guangmao, who were close to them, could not help but worry. If they could make famous articles, they would be celebrities. If the quality was not high, they would be humiliated.
Pei Ziyun took this wine, and drank three glasses in a row. All I felt was a surge of heat in the belly and shouted, "Good wine, get me a pen."
After the straight man Shen straightened the ink pen and paper, Pei Ziyun took an empty table, and Wei Ang stepped forward to take over Mo and said, "Brother Pei, this seems to be an ancient saying. I'll grind it. Mo is. "
After Wei Wei Ang finished speaking, he took the ink, lightly grinded it, and the ink was grinded. This Wei Ang was pushed away. He looked at Pei Ziyun with interest. Pei Ziyun took the pen, and wrote it down: he will enter the wine.
"Jun is not seen, the water of the Yellow River comes up to the sky, and rushes to the sea and never returns.
Xun Jun was not seen, Gao Tangming mirror was sad and gray-haired, and the sun was turning into snow.
I have to be happy in my life, so as not to make Jin Zunkong face the moon. "
The world also has the Yellow River, which is also a famous river. Pei Ziyun used it directly without change. This is exactly what Li Bai is famous for drinking wine.
Every time Pei Ziyun wrote, Wei Ang read one sentence, only three sentences. Everyone suddenly changed color. There were hundreds of people in the seat.
"What is the master to say less money?
With five horses and golden horses, Huer will exchange for fine wine and sell it with all the worries. "
After reading this sentence, the scene was silent first, and then there was an uproar. Wei Ang, Shen Zhi, Fu Juren, Chen Jinchun, and Yu Guangmao couldn't believe looking at Pei Ziyun.
Zhi Shen held the wine straight and sighed forward: "Originally Xie Yuan asked me to pour three glasses of wine. I also want to read jokes. I don't want to know the talents today, like the heavenly gods can't be seen, and the sea can't be weighed!"
"I penalize three glasses." After speaking, I drank the wine in the glass, and said, "I have read all your articles. It is a life-threatening talent, but it is better to be vulgar than to be vulgar. You will definitely go to the branch in the future. "
Pei Ziyun said: "Life is short and time is twilight. I have chosen to raise people to comfort my family. Now that my family is healthy, I only want to swim in the sea in a flat way and be a party in the boat."
Zhi Shen listened, his eyes flashed, and he watched Pei Ziyun stand up toast and go away. He took a long breath, turned his face, and said, "It's a pity."
Fufu House
Xu Da Li stood up and there were few curfews. Although the streets are now quiet and the lights are mostly off, some large families still light up. The banquet is scattered and the party returns. Although most of them are drunk, many people are still thinking about drinking.
Fu Fu lifted people back home with lanterns hanging from the door. When he saw the ox cart, he went back and greeted him, "Master is back?"
"Put Gongzi in and give some sober soup."
Pei Ziyun wrote this poem, the whole audience was famous, no matter whether it was respect or jealousy, the toasts swarmed up, even if they were built strong, they had to get drunk.
At this time, Fu Juren kept a little sober and told.
He said that he entered a building along the road and saw that Yu Yunjun had returned to the courtyard. The room was lighted by candles. Fu Juren sighed and gently opened the door to enter the room.
Yu Yunjun is writing. Little Loli has fallen asleep in bed in the early summer. Listening to the sound of pushing the door, Yu Yunjun looked up and smiled: "It was my brother-in-law."
"Yunjun, take a look at this poem." Fu Juren passed the poem to the end. Yu Yunjun was a little surprised. Although he lived in Fu's house these years, his brother-in-law couldn't come at night to avoid suspicion. This time, however, It was out of order, and I picked it up now, looking in the candlelight.
"Good poem!" Looking at it, she turned around, her eyes brightened: "Who's the poem?"
Fu Furen said, "This is what your good boy did today. You haven't seen the scene. Hundreds of celebrities and celebrities are shocked. This expression is really wonderful."
"Wei Ang even took all the wishes from Jibei Hou and gave them to your beloved."
"This move is extraordinary, but none of the people present were opposed, not even Shen Zhi." With that, Fu Juren took a long breath and said, "The talent of this son is not inferior to that person. No wonder you suddenly My heart will take him as a disciple. "
I heard Fu Juren's words, Yu Yunjun's hand was shaking.
"That man!" There was something in this remark, she understood it. Suddenly a young man appeared in front of her eyes, seemingly clear and vague. These two little guesses, the young and beautiful, had a family relationship, but had no fate.
Yu Yujun seems to laugh but not cry, and reads the psalms carefully. He reads the poems carefully, drinks wine, stops drinking, and sings with Junge. When he read this poem, he could not help crying.
哎 "Ah, the same shock is amazing, the same young man." Fu Juren looked at the light and said quietly.
Yunyu Yun was speechless. She was only responsible for observing, looking for reliable seedlings, and introduced by the elder in the door, but she finally accepted Pei Ziyun herself. Then she gave her brother-in-law a little understanding.
"When I saw this, I looked at that year. It looks different, but has a talented look, but it is similar to Ishi."
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Houhoufu
At night, the candlelight swayed, and the mulberry warrior knelt in front of Shen Zhi. At this time, Shen Zhi was no longer excited. He was writing a letter and the letter was sealed.
Jian Shenzhi handed the letter to the Fuso samurai and said, "According to the last location, go to the person who sent the letter to the connector, and let them do it according to the letter."
灯光 The light in this room is not very bright, and the candlelight makes the room dark.
"Hi, Mr. Shen, please rest assured." Just listening to the Fuso warrior's answer, he couldn't see the expression on his face, and when he froze, he turned and just opened the door.
There are also three Fuso warriors following the yamen. Houfu opened a back door. Four steeds have been prepared outside the gate. Fuso warriors led three warriors to ascend the horse and disappeared all the way.
Coast
The sea breeze was blowing at night with a bit of fishy smell. The sea was beating against the water. A small boat was parked on the shore. There were a few hibiscuses, a warrior headed by. A few wavers followed, holding a knife in their hands. Looking around.
At this time, only the sound of horseshoes was ringing on the shore. The few wavers pulled out their knives and approached under the torch. A Fuso warrior led three people to ride on horses.
When I saw this Fuso samurai, the warrior on the ship reached out to signal to put away the knife and disembarked.
When I saw this man, the samurai warrior didn't talk much and took out the letter: "This is what Mr. Shen wants you to do. I hope you can do it as soon as possible."
The samurai on the ship took it, and looked at it with a torch. After reading it, he burned the letter expressionlessly and looked back: "Hi, let Mr. Shen rest assured, I'll cooperate."
"Hi, please." The Fuso samurai bowed.
武 The warrior on the ship didn't say much. When he boarded the ship, he waved his hand, and the ship departed by the wind. The sea breeze was rattling.