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Chapter 9 The Three Poems of Drunken Poems

Liu Mingzhi misses home, not the home of the Dragon Dynasty, but the home on earth.

Thinking of his parents, his brothers and friends, and all the people who have something to do with him, Liu Mingzhi never knew that he was also a sentimental person.

Wiping the tears at the corners of his eyes, Liu Mingzhi gently drank a glass of water and wine: "I haven't cried for a long time, I thought I was strong enough, but when the bad news suddenly came, I realized that I was also so fragile, a man can't cry without tears. Flick, just not to the point of sadness."

Thinking that the seniors of the transmigrators are all sending sentimental poems... copying poems, no one knows that they are also expressing their feelings.

After speaking, he took a big gulp of wine: "Xiao Song, the four treasures of the study will serve you, young master, I want to express my feelings with poetry."

Liu Song looked worriedly at the drunk young master: "Master, you are drunk, go and rest for a night. If we miss home, we can go back immediately. Second young master, Miss will be very happy."

Liu Song's words stimulated Liu Mingzhi's lacrimal glands, and finally Liu Mingzhi couldn't help crying: "I can't go back, it's too late, I can't go back, take the four treasures of the study."

"Master, you?"

"Liu Song, you are so courageous, do you want to be an evil slave to bully the master? You dare not listen to my words?" Liu Mingzhi lived up to his old laughter, looking at Liu Song with anger in his eyes.

Liu Song heard the words and knelt on the ground with a plop: "Young master forgives his sins, Xiao Song did not dare to be a slave to bully the master after eating the guts of a bear's heart and a leopard. Xiao Song will go to fetch the four treasures of the study."

The stubborn and stubborn Liu Mingzhi, Liu Song got up and opened the basket and took out the first-class Zihao Xuan pen. Zihao is extremely valuable. How many people can't find treasures. Old rabbit, eat Liu Yinquan to produce purple hair.The workers of Xuancheng are the pens, picking one cent out of tens of thousands of dollars.

Someone later said: "When Xuancheng writes a pen every year, the price of purple cents is as precious as gold."

Liu Zhi'an, as the richest man in the south of the Yangtze River, bought this pen, although it was nothing, but he also paid a little bit.

Even though all the gold was hard to find, Liu Zhian still gave Zihao to his son without hesitation, and his expectations for his son were normal.

Inkstones are also not ordinary, but Duan inkstones, which are the first of the four major inkstones. Since ancient times, Duan inkstones have been famous for their solid, lubricated and delicate stone quality. one.

Liu Song carefully placed the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk in front of Liu Mingzhi and began to grind it. From time to time, he watched whether Liu Mingzhi could still stand up.

Liu Mingzhi picked up Liu Song's well-prepared Zihao with a dazed eye, and shook his dazed mind a few times, so drunk that he could barely stand.

"A Quiet Night Thought."

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, and bow your head to think of your hometown."

After finishing the words in the mouth, the purple hair in his hand was completed overnight, and he wrote four poems in a dashing manner.It has to be said that although Liu Mingzhi is a bit playful, but since Xiaoliuzhi's family education was very strict, Liu Mingzhi still wrote a good pair of calligraphy.

The four-line poem was written by Liu Mingzhi with a cursive pen, but Liu Mingzhi just wrote it according to his own instinct, and his brain was already chaotic.

"Liu Song, do you know Tang Zong and Song Zu? Do you know Genghis Khan? Do you know Li Bai? Have you heard of Du Fu?"

Liu Song hurriedly supported Liu Mingzhi, who was drowsy: "Young master, you are drinking too much. Xiao Song has never heard of anything from Tang Zong and Song Zu Li Bai and Du Fu."

"Hiccup, hiccup."

Liu Mingzhi burped two wine burps: "It's fine if you haven't heard of it, then I'm relieved."

After finishing speaking, he continued to write with a pen. In the spring of the 26th year of Xuande of the Dalong Dynasty, Liu Mingzhi of Dangyang Academy made a pen for Wangyue and homesickness.

After speaking, she picked up the jug and walked to the window sill: "Chang'e, I will toast you and bring my thoughts to my relatives. You must be alone on the moon. I have no home. feel the same."

The crisp sound of the flute interrupted the sad Liu Mingzhi. Liu Mingzhi forcibly opened his drunken and hazy eyes and forced to listen to the sweet and moving flute sound.

The flute sound was melodious and melodious, and gradually reached the climax stage. Liu Mingzhi suddenly laughed lightly, smiling happily, and walked to the desk swayingly. , pushed away Liu Song who wanted to step forward to help: "No need to help, the young master is not drunk yet."

Liu Mingzhi held the writing brush against his lower lip and thought for a while, and began to write "Wen Flute in Jinling on a Spring Night".

Whose jade flute is flying secretly, scattered into the spring breeze full of Jinling.Hearing broken willows in this nocturne, who can not afford hometown love.

In the spring of the 26th year of Xuande, when Liu Mingzhi heard the song of willows folded outside the window, he wrote a poem with emotion in Dangyang Academy, as a gift to tourists from other places all over the world.

Afterwards, Zihao Xuan pen was placed on the pen holder, and he staggered to lie back. After all, Liu Mingzhi was unable to resist the intrusion of drunkenness and fell asleep.

Liu Song hurriedly helped the young master, carried him to the bed, took off Liu Mingzhi's shoes and covered the quilt, and shook his head slightly.

"The master is right, the young master really looks like a child who doesn't grow up."

Such old-fashioned words came from the mouths of fifteen or sixteen-year-olds, full of joy.

"When the youngest left home and the eldest returned, the local accent did not change, and the hair on the temples faded. Children who did not know each other would ask with a smile where they came from. It has been a long time since they left their hometown, and recently the personnel and affairs have been half-wasted. Wave.

This young master already understands this poem when he is not old, and when he is old, he does not know if he can go back.

Wuwuwu, there is no Li Bai and Du Fu, there is no Tang Zong and Song Zu, wuwuwu, the young master’s 1000 taels, the young master’s soy milk fritters, the young master’s one-stop service, the old liar, the young master’s 1000 taels are gone. After mumbling these words, Liu Mingzhi fell into a deep sleep.

Liu Song was silent for a moment, then got up and walked to the desk, carefully put away the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and then took out a set of ordinary four treasures of the study.

Liu Song picked up the pen for a moment and finally made up his mind and started to write. The neat block letters appeared on the paper, and the little boy left home.
Wen Renzheng stood behind Wen Ren Yunshu in a robe: "Girl Yunshu, the night is cold, so don't play the flute."

　Wenren Shuya changed her name to Wenren Shuya

　　
　
(End of this chapter)