Daughter not a concubine: black-bellied arrogant killer concubine

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.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will be drinking, not stop drinking.

A song with Junge, please listen to me.

Bells, drums, and jade are not expensive, but 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.

What is the master's word for less money, you have to sell to the king.

Five-colored horses, thousands of gold furs, Hu'er will exchange for wine,

Sell ​​the eternal sorrow with you. "

Holding the cup in his hand, Yun Sheng couldn't help muttering after hearing this poem, "Will you be drinking?"

This poem Yun Sheng is too familiar, it was written by Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai. In that modern life, few people do not know this poem.

Yun Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the poet with a frown: "Who is he?" Yun Sheng asked Sheng Ruoli. ,

Sheng Ruoli glanced at him and said, "It's Wang Lu, a principal son of the Jiangnan Wang family, and it's no exaggeration to say he's a playboy."

Yun Sheng was thoughtful, could it be that this Wang Lu was also a person who traveled through time?

After Wang Lu chanted a song about drinking wine, he clung to the cup and laughed: "How about this song about drinking wine?"

Suddenly someone stood up and clapped his hands: "Good poems, good poems, Brother Wang, let Li look at you with admiration."

Wang Lu laughed quite complacently, and Yun Sheng observed this man's every move without blinking.

But at this moment when everyone was praising Wang Lu's song about to drink, they saw Yan Zhi sitting at the moment, his watery phoenix eyes rolled slightly, but he hummed softly with a somewhat disdainful expression: "Huh, You just think that we are all fools, and you have to be happy in life to be happy. Don’t make the golden bottle empty to the moon. It is clearly hanging outside the gate of Fengqiwu in Chang’an City, but I don’t know that this person outside Fengqiwu Son, it came from your mouth, Wang Lu?"

The corners of Yun Sheng's lips raised slightly, he glanced at Yan Zhi, and then stared at Wang Lu again.

After hearing Yan Zhi's words, Wang Lu glared at him immediately: "Why do you know the most, and I didn't say that I did it myself."

Wang Lu was also straightforward, raised his head to drink from a full cup, then tossed his sleeves and sat back with a snort.

Some people present laughed and said, "Let me just say, how could Wang Luna write such free and easy poems with a basket of two silver and a basket of ink, but I don't know where Fengqiwu in Chang'an City is. ?”

Someone laughed and said, "I think you really haven't been out of the south of the Yangtze River for a hundred years, and even Feng Qiwu in Chang'an City doesn't know about it."

"Feng Qiwu in Chang'an City, that is a place that sells good wine, ten taels of silver for a small jar, so you may not be able to buy it."

"Haha, yes, yes, I drank Feng Qiwu's wine when I went to Chang'an last time. It is said that it is exactly the same as the wine that the feudal kingdom paid tribute to the palace."

"How can folk wine shops sell tribute wine?" Someone asked in confusion.

"This is because you are ignorant and ignorant. Do you know who Feng Qiwu's boss is?"

Some people who didn't understand asked, "Who is it?"

The man smiled: "Does the current fourth prince know? Does the Bai family in Chang'an know? The owner of Feng Qiwu is the only youngest daughter of the Bai family in Chang'an. Speaking of the life experience of this daughter of the Bai family, it is full of legend... ..."

From a song about entering the wine, somehow it was introduced to Feng Qiwu in Chang'an City,