Rebirth of the Tang Dynasty's strongest consort

Chapter 26
"Don't raise a child, haha, don't raise a child!"

"Good literary talent, although a bit vulgar but also has a special flavor."

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Hearing the roar of laughter and sneering words from the crowd, Juzi Scholar's face turned from green to black, and then from black to red again, and he was about to catch up with Sichuan Opera's face-changing.

The student's cheeks flushed red from anger, and he hesitated for a long time while watching Fang Yiai, before he finally choked out four words, "Vulgar and shameless!"

When the roar of laughter fell from the second floor, Juzi Scholar suppressed his anger and said, "Coupling couplets is not really a skill, but you can write poetry?"

Seeing the scholar's chatter, Fang Yiai frowned, cupped her hands and said to Li Su, "It's snowing outside the window today, how about I send my brother a poem about plums?"

Perhaps because of drinking, Li Su's cheeks were flushed at this moment, and he looked at Fang Yi'ai with a confused gaze and nodded, "Okay, thank you dear brother."

Seeing that Fang Yiai wanted to compose a poem, the scholar raised a sneer, and told Xiao Er who was watching the fun, "Xiao Er, bring a pen and paper!"

When Xiaoer brought the pen and paper, the scholar raised his hand to Fang Yiai, the contempt in his eyes was clear, "Brother, please?"

"Please advise."

After speaking, Fang Yiai picked up the Langhao pen dipped in ink, and immediately wanted to write a poem on the paper.

But when Fang Yiai saw the rice paper in the second-hand tray, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, "I remember that in the Tang and Song Dynasties, literati wrote poems on the walls?"

Thinking of this, Fang Yiai took the Langhao pen and walked out of the seat.

After looking around, Fang Yiai drank the wine in the wine glass, and then walked towards the wall in the middle of the second floor.

Fang Yiai's behavior was a bit inexplicable, and the scholar gave a cold snort, and sneered, "Drink to strengthen your courage? Even if you drink ten jars of good wine, you will not be able to write it or you will not be able to write it!"

Fang Yiai walked to the wall in the center of the second floor, and said to the diners in front of her, "Brothers, please make way."

Although they didn't know what Fang Yiai wanted to do, but with the mentality that watching the excitement was no big deal, they stepped aside one by one.

Standing in front of the wall, Fang Yiai took a deep breath, picked up a pen and started writing quickly on the whitewashed wall.

"What is he doing? Painting walls?"

"Xiao Er, hurry up and stop it! The boss will deduct your wages again later!"

"Isn't this buddy drinking too much?"

Seeing that Fang Yiai was holding a brush and writing wantonly on the whitewashed wall, the student scholar couldn't help snorting coldly, "It's a trick!"

Everyone usually called themselves literati, but seeing Fang Yiai writing poems on the wall at this moment, they all felt contemptuous, and looked at Fang Yiai with a hint of disdain.

The scholar held a grudge against Fang Yiai's previous couplets. Taking advantage of the gap between Fang Yiai's writing poems, he did not forget to sarcastically say, "Brother, if you don't know how to compose poetry, you don't have to force it. Why are you painting the walls here?" You will be fined!"

As soon as the scholar's speech fell, Fang Yiai had already written the first two lines of the poem. Just like taking the Enke exam yesterday, the font he wrote at this moment is also thin gold.

"What kind of font does he write? Thin, straight and straight, not like Kaili but uniquely handsome!"

"Horizontal painting with a hook, vertical painting with a dot, the left is like a dagger, and the lower is like a knife. Although there is a golden spirit, but the literary spirit coexists, good calligraphy, good calligraphy!"

"Wow, what font is this? Could it be an ancient post from the Jin Dynasty?!"

Not only did everyone on the second floor appreciate Fang Yiai's handwriting, but even the scholar who had taunted Fang Yiai several times before, couldn't help but feel a little dazed looking at the handwriting on the pink wall.

Under the astonishing gaze of the crowd, Fang Yiai wrote a poem. Looking at the thin gold body on the whitewashed wall like a silver hook and iron painting, the Wen Chao Gong smiled slightly, and then returned to the seat by the window.

After Fang Yiai drank a glass of wine, she pointed to the four-line poem on the white wall and asked, "My dear brother, how about this poem?"

"There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone. Yao knows it's not snow, because there is a dark fragrance."

After reciting it once, Li Su nodded repeatedly, cupped his hands to Fang Yiai and said, "Brother is talented, I feel ashamed of myself."

Seeing Li Su's words of praise, Fang Yiai smiled slightly, but the next moment, after thinking of the scene where she had written this poem in Tianzi No. , Fang Yiai couldn't help feeling a little lost.

While the two were chatting, the scholar who raised his son walked up to Fang Yi'ai again, but this time his face was full of admiration, where there was no arrogance before, "Brother is a talented man, I admire you so much."

Seeing that the scholar Juzi wanted to make friends with her, Fang Yiai dismissed it, raised her glass and said to Li Su, "My dear brother, please."

Seeing the change in the attitude of the student who raised his son, Li Su secretly applauded Fang Yiai in his heart, "Please."

Seeing that Fang Yiai was noncommittal, the scholar raised his son, who had seen Fang Yiai's literary talents, he was not angry, but said with a smile on his face: "I was reckless just now, I wonder if I can have a few drinks with the two of you?"

As he said that, the Juzi Scholar wanted to sit next to Fang Yiai.

Seeing this, Fang Yiai kicked the seat aside calmly, not even bothering to look at the literati in front of him, "No."

The deflated scholar's face was flushed, and he couldn't leave or stay for a while, so he just stood there and smiled at Fang Yiai.

Just when the literati were ashamed, several literati had already gathered at Fang Yiai's table, "Brother, but I don't know what font you wrote just now?"

Before Fang Yiai opened his mouth to speak, Li Su said first: "Brother He wrote in a thin gold style."

"Thin golden body?" "Thin golden body!"

"Isn't He Bangtou's self-created font just thin gold?!"

"Cloth clothes, skinny body, he is the one!"

Fang Yiai was a little uncomfortable being looked at by everyone, so she stood up and cupped her hands and said, "I don't know what to say, thank you for your love."

Knowing Fang Yi'ai's identity, all the people, including the scholar who raised his son, bowed their hands together and respectfully said: "What's the first!"

Everyone looked at Fang Yiai with respectful attitudes and fiery eyes, and she was all hairy, and said quickly: "It's just a fluke that I won the top spot, and I dare not take this title."

The scholar looked at Fang Yiai, whose face resembled the ass of a monkey in Mount Emei, "He's at the top of the list, I'm next."

"How can you be sarcastic and insult others? Brother, you can do it yourself." After finishing speaking, Fang Yiai said to Li Su: "My dear brother, should we go outside for a stroll?"

After taking a bite of crucian carp, Li Su nodded lightly, stood up and replied, "Okay."

Seeing that Fang Yiai and the other two were about to leave, the scholar who raised his son nodded repeatedly, and said softly: "The lesson from the top of the list is, I wonder if I can get a pair of ink treasures from the top of the list?"

"inconvenient."

After finishing speaking, Fang Yiai and Li Su left side by side, and walked slowly down the second floor of Chang'an Restaurant under the gaze of everyone.

"Wow, what's the top of the list! I've decided, he is my idol in life!"

"Extraordinary appearance, good manners. Everyone has style, everyone has style!"

"No wonder people can write such famous sentences, it turns out they are so graceful!"

"He Bangshou not only has outstanding literary talents, but also has such artistic conception in his poems. If it doesn't work, I'll hang it in the study!"

After Fang Yiai and Li Su left, the Chang'an wine shop burst into flames, and a group of literati and students, like ants on a hot pot, circled around in front of the pink wall where Fang Yiai wrote a poem .

Walking out of the Chang'an wine shop, the drunken Fang Yiai smirked and murmured softly, "What's the top? He Wenchao is about the same?!"

Seeing Fang Yiai giggling alone, Li Su asked curiously, "What did you say, brother?"

Fang Yiai shook her head when she heard Li Su's question, "Ah? Nothing, nothing."

Walking in the busy city of Chang'an, due to the snow, there were few people on the streets. Looking at the heavy snow in the sky, Fang Yiai let out a long sigh, feeling a little confused about the future.

Li Su hadn't planned to stay outside before, so the cotton coat on his body was not very thick. Walking side by side with Fang Yiai on the street at this moment, he couldn't help feeling a little cold.

Just when Li Su was trembling from the cold, Fang Yiai suddenly took off the blue cloth clothes on his body, and said: "Your brother is wearing thin clothes, put on this cloth clothes."

Seeing Fang Yiai taking off the cotton clothes, Li Su shook his head again and again, and said with some concern: "How can this be done, dear brother, put it on quickly to avoid catching a cold."

"It's okay, I drank a little too much just now, and my body is very hot, brother, please put it on."

After finishing speaking, before Li Su could open his mouth, Fang Yiai personally put on the cloth clothes for him.

The two wandered around the street for a while, seeing the sun was about to set, Fang Yiai said: "It's getting late, why don't I send my younger brother back to the palace?"

Hearing Fang Yiai's words, Li Su's face changed slightly, and he said quickly: "No, I still have some things to do, my dear brother, let's go back first."

Seeing that Li Su was prevaricating, Fang Yiai nodded, "What's the matter? Alright, brother, be careful."

After finishing speaking, Fang Yiai bid farewell to Li Su and walked towards the princess mansion alone.

After Fang Yi'ai left, Li Su stood there dumbfounded, reaching out to touch the cotton clothes on his body, his eyes could not help but glow softly.

Not long after, two men dressed as ordinary people walked up to Li Su slowly one after the other.

"My lord, it's getting late, let's take a rest and go."

Li Su looked at the footprints left by Fang Yiai in the snow when Fang Yiai left, and sighed softly, with a sad expression on his face, "Got it."

(End of this chapter)