He Has a Dragon

Wait until the guy brought the ink pen and paper, the fat shopkeeper smiled and said to Wang Le, "Please!"

At this time, Wang Le smiled, then looked at the young man who receded aside, and asked calmly, "Can you write?"

My boyfriend froze and nodded subconsciously: "Will write."

Wang Le smiled and gave up the position and said, "I read you write."

额 "Eh!" The guy and the fat shopkeeper showed surprises by accident, wondering whether the young man with the surname Wang had ugly handwriting and was embarrassed.

At this time, of course, Wang Le would not tell everyone that he would never write the word Ao Lai Guo at all.

When the fat shopkeeper nodded and agreed, when the young man was ready to write, he saw the old man with a white beard smiling: "Let the old man come!"

The fat shopkeeper immediately laughed and said, "Master Luo is a great calligrapher who was one of the first in the world. Now you can write and write, that's the best thing."

After a long pause, the fat shopkeeper couldn't help looking at Wang Le and continued, "Mr. Wang, I hope that the poems you make next, don't humiliate Master Luo's calligraphy!"

Wang Wangle smiled silently, followed by politely thanking Lord Luo who offered to ask for help: "That's troublesome master."

Master Luo smiled and touched the white beard and said, "It was amazing to hear the autumn-themed poems written by my friends just before the door. That ’s why the old man gave birth to his cherishment and had the urge to write poems for you. . "

After speaking, Master Luo came to the table and rolled out the paper, and the guy next to him stepped forward to study ink for him.

But in the process, those guests in the box of Wenkui House couldn't help whispering.

"The wild boy who emerged here really wanted to drink the thunder rain dew of Wenkuilou, it was really whimsical."

"The most talented scholars in Aolai Country are here in the Imperial Capital, but for ten years, no one has been able to drink the thunderstorm."

"This kid is here when he first arrives, and I don't know yet. If he can't write a poem that can drink Thunder Rain, it will cost him a lot!"

"Hehe, in the past ten years, the number of literati who have traveled to Wenkui Tower to write poems and want to drink thunder and rain dew is less and less, because once they fail, they will lose their life in this life, and their lives will be hard to guarantee!"

Uh ...

All these comments from the guests in the tower were passed into Wang Le's ears.

But the fat shopkeeper and others around him all found Wang Le, his face remained the same, a confident look in his grasp.

This makes the fat shopkeeper mutter, either you really have the ability, or you are a master actress with superb acting skills!

Facing the questions from the guests in the building, Wang Le was silent and did not respond.

He is a horse anyway, and he knew it when he came out.

I believe these doubts will disappear by then!

In this way, after everything was ready, Wang Le slowly came to the opposite side of Lord Luo who picked up the pen, followed by clearing his throat, and then chanting chanting in a hurry: "A pot of wine among flowers, no blind date . Toast to invite Mingyue, to the film three ... "

With Wang Leyong's poems, the entire Wenkui Building was quiet.

In this imperial city, although not everyone can write poems, but they have not eaten pork, and have seen pigs running. The minimum discrimination ability is still available.

The guests who can enter Wenkui Building are either rich or expensive, and their discrimination ability is even better. Among them, there are many scholars who are masters of poetry and Taoism.

"Yong Jie relentlessly swims, and Yun Han is in phase."

王 When Wang Le finished reading the last sentence, all the guests in the building stopped.

At this moment, everyone's eyes looking at Wang Le changed.

Wang Le glanced at the stunned guests around him, and couldn't help but laugh secretly in his heart: "My little master has moved the classic" Under the Moon "from the poetry Li Bai classics. If this is not qualified to drink Thunder Rain, that only It shows that your eyes are really blind. "

Obviously, the eyes of the guests of Wenkui Building are bright!

"it is good!"

"Cup to invite Mingyue, three people to the film! Wonderful! Wonderful!"

"Good poem! I did not expect that one day the old man could still read such wonderful verses, when he was a real mess!"

Uh ...

In the applause, Lord Luo, who had already been flushed with excitement, finally wrote "Under the Moon", and the first thing he put down was to applaud: "This poem needs no more words to be qualified Drink that thunderstorm! "

After a long pause, Lord Luo looked at his companion and asked with a smile, "Brother Tang, what's your intention?"

I saw the tangy and energetic Tang, who looked at Wang Le with an admiration on his face: "This young Wang Xiaoyou is so young and so talented, it is really enviable."

After a pause, Master Tang continued: "This poem with the title of wine is written into the woods and reaches the hearts of the people. It is indeed qualified to drink the thunderous rain of Wenkuilou."

Speaking of this, Master Tang looked at the fat shopkeeper, then smiled and said, "Yan shopkeeper, the husband and Brother Luo agreed that this poem is enough to drink that thunderstorm."

Immediately after the utterance was finished, I saw Master Luo followed with a smile: "Looking at the reactions of the guests in the building, it is obviously in line with our opinions."

Obviously, the guests of Wenkui Tower knew the two old men, Luo Tang, so they nodded in agreement, yelled loudly and quickly took out Thunder Rain.

After all, in this Wenkui building, no guest has been drinking Thunder Rain for ten years. Now that I've bumped into it, of course, I must have insight.

The fat shopkeeper saw this and nodded with a smile: "Since everyone thinks that Mr. Wang is qualified to drink Thunder Rain Dew, then Yan will take the Thunder Rain Dew out of the wine cellar."

When the fat shopkeeper turned and left, I saw Wang Le smiled and said, "Please also ask the shopkeeper to take more altars of thunder and rain, and then ask Luo Tang to drink with the two elders."

"Eh!" The shopkeeper Yan stepped down ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ followed with an apologetic refusal: "I'm sorry Mr. Wang, I can only take out two pounds of Thunder Rain."

呃 "Eh! Why can't you get more altars? You are not saying that if you make a well-recognized poem, you are eligible to drink this thunderstorm dew? Why can you only take one altar out now?"

Wang Wangle frowned slightly, questioning a bit badly.

I did n’t wait for Yan ’s shopkeeper to explain. I saw Lord Luo smiling and said, “It ’s Lao Yan ’s forgetting to tell you, a poem changing the rules of thunder and rain.”

As soon as the words fell, the master Tang said behind him, "It is very difficult to write a well-known poem. It is even more difficult to make two good poems in succession, so I could drink it last time. It was more than 30 years ago that the thunder and rain of the two altars were exposed, and Lao Yan had not yet come to this Wenkui building! "

The strict shopkeeper nodded in a hurry: "That's right, that's the truth."

At this time, I saw Master Tang smiling at Wang Le and said, "A thunderstorm is enough to show off. Let's taste it, just taste it."

Lord Luo, standing at the table, touched his beard and smiled, but apparently agreed with Lord Tang's opinion.

At this time, Wang Le shook his head without hesitation and said, "Drinking a drink is a pleasure, how can there be a simple reason!"

After a pause, I saw Wang Le's grotesquely touched his chin, looked at the shopkeeper and asked suddenly: "As long as I can make a more recognized poem, can I drink a thunderstorm?"

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