As soon as Chen Feng said this, the owner of the bookstore suddenly became in awe of him, and as he spoke, he actually wanted to buy Chen Feng's words at a high price.
Chen Feng happened to be short of money, so he was naturally unceremonious, and casually plagiarized a poem and handed it to the owner of Shufangzhai, and then left happily.
"Last night's stars and last night's wind, the west side of the painting building and the east of Guitang.
There are no colorful phoenix wings, and there is a little bit of wisdom in the heart. ” When Chen Feng left, even the owner of Shufangzhai didn't know, I saw that he was looking at a poem that Chen Feng had just jumped on the paper, and he was already drunk.
Where did Chen Feng think that he himself just wrote a poem of the Tang Dynasty that he was more familiar with, which shocked the owner of Shufangzhai.
"Good poetry."
At this time, I saw a woman wearing a black gauze mask walk in outside the door of Shufangzhai, because the veil covered her face, she couldn't see the woman's face, but the sound was really crisp and crisp, which made people feel happy.
"There are no colorful phoenix wings, and the heart is a little ......clear" I saw the veiled woman muttering to herself, and suddenly her eyes lit up and she looked at the boss of the study and said, "Boss, did you write this poem?"
” "This girl misunderstood, this poem is not my work, but the ink treasure left by this scholar."
The owner of the bookstore replied.
"Which scholar?"
The veiled woman asked curiously.
"That's him......
Alas, I'm really sorry, this scholar was still here just now, maybe he has already left.
The owner of Shufangzhai briefly described Chen Feng's appearance to her.
The veiled woman suddenly secretly said that it was a pity, a scholar who wrote such good poems had no chance to see her.
"Boss, I want this painting, you can make a price."
When the woman with the veil on her face spoke, she naturally exuded a kind of nobility.
"This ......"
The owner of the bookstore seems to be unwilling, and he plans to use this calligraphy and painting as a signboard.
"Smack!"
saw a silver ticket fall on the counter, and when the owner of the bookstore saw the denomination of the silver ticket, he couldn't take his eyes off it.
The veiled woman held Chen Feng's poems in her hand, got into a luxurious carriage, and slowly drove into the Shangshu Mansion.
"Last night's stars and last night's wind, the west side of the painting building and the east of Guitang.
There are no colorful phoenix wings, and there is a little bit of wisdom in the heart.
Miss, this poem is really well written, and these strange fonts are also the first time I have seen it, Miss, where did you get this poem?
” I saw a girl wearing a green lotus dress, and after reading this poem, she said excitedly.
It turned out that this girl wearing a veil was Yun Shuiyao, but now she doesn't remember her identity or Chen Feng, she is just a daughter of the Shangshu family.
Yun Shuiyao shook her head and told her about buying this poem, and then looked at this poem and was also a little intoxicated, especially when she had no colorful phoenix wings in the back, and she had a good understanding of these two sentences, which hit the heart of a young girl's expectation.
"I wonder who the scholar who wrote this poem is?
There is such talent.
The maidservant Xiaoqing fantasized about the scholar's appearance and said.
"I don't know, I want to ......
Only a talented son can write such good poetry.
Yun Shuiyao said softly.
"Miss, according to what you said, that talented scholar, he should still be in the city, do you want to ......
We sent someone to find him, and then we secretly saw what kind of person he was.
Xiaoqing said with some excitement.
Yun Shuiyao was a little moved at first, but she didn't know why, suddenly her mood became a little depressed and said: "No, I will be married on the fifteenth of next month, my father is right, I should take care of it, don't fantasize about those flashy things." ” Xiaoqing, as Yun Shuiyao's personal maidservant, naturally understood Yun Shuiyao's mood, and said a little worthless for her: "Miss, you don't like the gentleman of the Ma family at all, and the master insists on forcing Miss to marry him, doesn't this hurt you, Miss?"
” "Ma Gongzi is the grandson of Lord Ma who was the chief of the court, and Lord Ma is powerful in the court, his daughter is still the queen, my father is doing this, I'm afraid he also wants to please him, even if I don't want to, what can I do?"
Yun Shui Yao sighed faintly.
And at this moment, Chen Feng didn't know that his poem that he bought at a high price had fallen into Yun Shuiyao's hands by accident, and what was even more unclear was that Yun Shuiyao was going to get married on the fifteenth of next month, and he now had the silver taels he had obtained by selling the plagiarized poems in his pocket, and swaggered into the inn.
"This guest officer, do you want to stay or eat?"
A shopkeeper saw Chen Feng walk in, and immediately trotted over to greet him.
"Prepare me a good room, and bring me some of your inn's specialties."
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Chen Feng has money in his pocket, and he is full of enthusiasm when he speaks.
"Okay, guest officer, please upstairs."
When the shopkeeper heard that Chen Feng wanted to live in the hotel and eat, he immediately happily welcomed him to the elegant seat on the second floor.
Chen Feng sat down at a table and chair where no one was, and soon the shopkeeper brought good wine and food, Chen Feng was also hungry, although there were ingredients in his storage utensils, but he didn't bother to get them, anyway, he just made money, so he was an uncle.
"Guest, this is the signature wine of our inn, twenty years of Shaoxing wine, you can taste it."
The shopkeeper poured a bowl of wine for Chen Feng and said attentively.
Chen Feng picked up the bowl and took a sip, but before he could swallow it, there was immediately a bitter and spicy taste that filled his taste buds.
Chen Feng glanced down at the Shaoxing wine, which still had a little sediment, and said to the shopkeeper with a very ugly face: "This is your good wine?"
You haven't drunk good wine, have you?
Take some garbage to fool you?
You don't even feed the dogs!
” When the shopkeeper saw a guy who looked like a scholar, he rolled up his sleeves regardless of Sven, and wanted to beat people to imitate, and he was immediately frightened, and hurriedly begged for mercy loudly: "Master, this is really the best wine in our inn, how dare the little one lie to you, other Shaoxing wine, but not as good as our inn, don't believe you ask them." ” "How can this poor scholar know what good wine is?
The second shopkeeper, I watched the scholars deliberately find fault and wanted to eat the overlord meal.
Some of the good deeds shouted loudly.
What is called these wines don't even drink dogs, isn't this poor sour scholar even scolded them together, so where would they be polite to Chen Feng, besides, to tell the truth, the Shaoxing wine in this inn is indeed the most famous wine here, the reason why Chen Feng feels unpalatable is entirely because this guy is used to drinking good wine outside, and he doesn't want to think about it, can this ancient wine-making technology be compared with his era?