Daughter not a concubine: black-bellied arrogant killer concubine

An Ruzhi saw that rice paper was spread on the desk, there was still ground ink in the inkstone, and a brush was placed on the pen holder.

He turned to Yun Sheng and said, "Miss, do you want to paint?"

After hearing this, Yun Sheng thought to himself, it's okay for him to draw a sketch, but ink painting is a bit difficult.

She pushed An Ruzhi to sit where she was sitting just now.

An Ruzhi was still a little confused.

I saw Yun Sheng beside him, tucking up his sleeves a little, rubbing the ink himself, and said, "Mr. An, write a few words for me."

Yun Sheng never asked An Ruzhi if he was willing.

If she knew that An Ruzhi's writing was hard to find in Chang'an City, but she didn't know if it would be like this.

But An Ruzhi didn't shirk it. On the contrary, he was curious about what interesting idea this Miss Bai had.

After finishing the ink, Yun Sheng picked up the brush and stuffed it into An Ruzhi's hand, then pointed to the rice paper in front of him and said, "Mr. An, help me think of a name for the restaurant."

As he spoke, he stood beside An Ruzhi, waiting for him to swipe his pen.

An Ruzhi took the brush that Yun Sheng stuffed into his hand, without saying much, he turned to look at Yun Sheng, and then only thought about it for a while.

Holding the long sleeves of the light blue shirt with one hand, and holding a pen with the other hand, he wrote three big characters freely and freely.

After writing, An Ruzhi put the brush back into the pen holder.

Yun Sheng looked at An Ruzhi's dripping, free and easy words, and read them softly. : "Feng Qiwu."

The phoenix tree is the king of trees, but the phoenix does not live in it unless it is a sycamore tree, and it does not eat without bamboo.Such intentions are noble, but it is also suitable for Yunsheng, a wine shop that specializes in the business of nobles in Chang'an.

Yun Sheng smiled and rolled up the calligraphy, but spread a new piece of paper.

"Sir, if you do a good job to the end, write a few more words."

An Ruzhi didn't push it, didn't say much, just picked up the pen again, wrapped his sleeves and waited for Yun Sheng to say what he wanted to write.

But I heard Yun Sheng read: "You must be happy to be happy in life, don't let the golden cup be empty to the moon."

Hearing what Yun Sheng said, An Ruzhi's hand paused before writing.

The handwriting is still free and easy.

Yun Sheng looked very satisfied, and then put away the written words.

Then it was handed over to Qiao Zhi: "You go and give it to Butler Bai, and today I ordered someone to make a plaque."

Qiaozhi responded in a low voice, carefully holding An Ruzhi's words and exited the study.

Yun Sheng turned around and thanked An Ruzhi: "Thank you sir today."

But seeing An Ruzhi still holding the pen, looking at Yun Sheng, he said, "Life must be full of happiness, don't let the golden cup be empty to the moon. What about the first and second chapters?"

Yun Sheng raised his eyebrows lightly, and after a while, he realized that what An Ruzhi said was asking her what the preceding and following lines of this poem were.

Yun Sheng was very interested today, and then bluntly read the whole poem: "If you don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, it will rush to the sea and never return.

Don't you see Gaotangmingjing's sad white hair, the morning is like a blue silk and snow is at dusk.

Life is full of joy, so that the gold is empty for the moon.

I am born to be useful, and come back when my wealth is gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cows is fun, and you will have to drink three hundred cups.

Mr. Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will drink, don't stop drinking

Let me sing a song with you, please listen carefully to me.

Bells, drums, and jade are not so expensive, I hope I won’t wake up after being drunk

In ancient times, the saints and sages were lonely, and only the drinkers kept their names.

In the old days, Wang Chen feasted and fought for peace and joy.

Why does the master say that he has little money, and he has to sell it to the king.

Five-flowered horses, thousands of golden furs, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell the eternal sorrow with you. "

While Yun Sheng was dictating, An Ru wrote like wind.

After Yun Sheng finished reading the poem, An Ruzhi just put away the pen.