Chapter 139 Daughter Red

"According to the news at noon, they are now in Deyang, Sichuan, traveling day and night, and should be able to arrive in two days." Tianluo member said.

"Okay, you go down."

yes!

At this time, there were only two people in the room, Night Breeze and Li Bai.

At this time, Night Breeze tore off the human mask, faced him with his true face, and said, "I was negligent earlier."

Night Breeze's slight move also won Li Bai's favor. Sincerity, Li Bai would not know unless the mask was torn off, but Night Breeze did not.

"I don't know why this son invited me here?" Li Bai asked.

"Let me introduce myself first, Night Breeze, the current king of the Sui Empire." As Night Breeze spoke, he also took out things that could prove his identity.

Li Bai was an official in the Sui Dynasty, but it was a pity that he was framed and demoted by Ye Feng's father. That's why the poem "Early Hair Baidi City" came into being in this world.

Because he had been an official and many state officials were willing to receive him, Li Bai's knowledge was beyond that of ordinary people, and he also recognized Night Breeze's royal objects.

"Caomin pay homage to the emperor, long live my emperor!" Li Bai performed a complete salute, but he didn't have much respect in his heart. Because of Ye Jian, Li Bai somewhat resented the royal family of the Sui Dynasty.

Night Breeze didn't care too much, the father's debt was paid by the son.

Although it was impossible for Night Breeze to imitate Liu Bei's thick skin, but he wanted to recruit such a talent, but he couldn't let go of his airs at all. "This is not an imperial official, nor is it the land of the Sui Dynasty. There is no need to be polite, sir. Please sit down."

Li Bai stood up and sat down.

"I invite you to come today, sir, just to relieve your worries." Ye Feng said, then turned his palms and made a jar of good wine in the virtual space.

Eighteen years of Shaoxing Huadiao, also known as Nurhong, is one of the imperial wines.

Although Night Breeze doesn't like wine, he still brings some occasionally, so it is always prepared in the virtual space.

By the way, let the boss bring up some signature dishes.

Um?

"Daughter red?"

"It smells good."

"Definitely eighteen years."

"Sir, you have a good nose." Night Breeze said as he was about to start pouring himself wine.

Li Bai did not forget the etiquette, "How can you ask the emperor to pour the wine himself?"

As he said that, Li Bai took the wine jar, poured it for Night Breeze, and then poured himself a glass.

"Please, Your Majesty!" Li Bai picked up the wine glass and wanted to smell the fragrance and taste the wine, just like a pervert seeing a peerless beauty, but he still did not forget the etiquette.

"Call me Mr. Ye, otherwise we won't be able to enjoy ourselves to the fullest. Wouldn't it be a waste of this fine wine?"

"Alright, Young Master Ye, please!"

"Sir please!"

The two put the wine glasses on the tips of their noses one after another. After eighteen years of cellaring, just smelling its fragrance is a kind of supreme enjoyment.

As soon as the wine entered his stomach, Li Bai immediately praised: "The mouth is soft, the throat is fine, good wine! Good wine!"

Seeing the effect, Night Breeze was quite satisfied, and the two of them began to exchange glasses.

The alcohol content in this era is below 20, which is delicious and not easy to drink.

The jar of wine soon bottomed out, and Night Breeze took out another jar, and the two drank it facing each other.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, and the red moon in the sky shone in. Li Bai couldn't help saying: "It's a fly in the ointment to have wine without poetry."

Night Breeze's thoughts turned, "Since Mr. has such a taste and is willing to accompany you, why don't you add a little gamble?"

"What bet?" Li Bai asked.

"Let's use the wine moon as a poem, drink a sentence, drink a glass of wine within twenty breaths, the loser has to promise the winner a condition." Ye Feng said.

Li Bai pushed his hand, glanced at himself, and said: "Young master is sitting on the world, and I am poor, what should I bet with you?"

"Don't worry, the husband I want can afford it." Night Breeze said.

"Okay! I agree." Li Bai was also bold.

Stop for a glass of wine, and there will be, "When the blue sky and moon come, I will stop drinking for a room."

Night Breeze recalled it carefully, and he knew that it was from Li Bai's collection of poems, "Ask the Moon with Wine"!

Ye Feng was a hard-working college student in his previous life, so it was impossible for him to use original poems to win poetry fairies.

If you can't beat it with original ones, can't you still be a literary thief? This poem in this world was only published today, but Ye Feng, who is a time traveler, has already recited it several times.

After thinking about it, Night Breeze pretended to raise his wine glass and thought, "People can't get to the bright moon, but the moon travels with people."

"Wonderful!" Li Bai's eyes lit up, and the next sentence turned out to be exactly what he had imagined.

At this time, Li Bai picked up the wine glass again, and said: "It is as bright as a flying mirror facing Danque, and the green smoke is exhausted, and the brilliance is clear."

Night Breeze was ashamed to be praised by Li Bai. He was more original than kung fu, but there was nothing he could do about poetry.

Night Breeze had no choice but to pick up his wine glass and continue to be a thief in the literary world, "But seeing Xiao coming from the sea, does Ning know Xiang Yunjian?"

Li Bai: "The white rabbit smashes medicine for autumn and spring, who is Chang'e living alone next to?"

Night Breeze: "People today don't see the moon in ancient times, but this moon once shone on the top of the ancients.

Li Bai: "The ancients are like flowing water, and the moon is like this."

Night Breeze: "I only wish that when the song meets the wine, the moonlight will always shine in the golden cup."

"Definitely!" Li Bai seemed to have met a confidant, and every sentence that Night Breeze said was exactly as he expected.

Different positions have different moods, and Li Bai only thought that Night Breeze understood him very well.

Li Bai was also very poetic at the time, and Night Breeze never refused to come. He was a thorough thief in the literary world, knowing that Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" hadn't come out yet, so he used it as soon as he had it.

Li Bai, on the other hand, could easily match every sentence, and there was nothing he could do about using Night Breeze as a party.

In the middle of the night, the little girl and the others were asleep, and the two of them were still drinking and talking about poetry.

Night Breeze brought them one by one, and Li Bai couldn't help it.

Li Bai created original songs one by one, and Night Breeze also thought about each song, and it was difficult to match.

As time passed, Night Breeze had lost his temper because of Li Bai's talent.

Moreover, Li Bai is always original, with inspiration and unlimited creation, and this fine wine is Li Bai's inspiration.

And Night Breeze brought them. There are many good ancient poems, but it's impossible for him to memorize all of them.

The current situation is like Ye Feng eating the grain stored in the warehouse, while Li Bai is eating while planting. No matter how much the warehouse has, there will always be a moment when it will be eaten up.

No way, this loss is a matter of time.

Immediately, Night Breeze thought of modern poetry.

A birdman once said that if Li Bai came to modern times, he might not be a literary giant, because modern styles are different.

Many people scoffed, and so did Night Breeze. As long as he learned modern popular style, he would still be a literary giant.

Now, he remembered this, how about he bully Li Bai in terms of style?

After all, learning takes time, so you can’t get used to it right now?

Thinking of this, Night Breeze put it into action, saying: "It's too restrictive to use the wine moon purely, why don't you let it go, how about it?"

"Okay." Li Bai had no objection.

Night Breeze was delighted, and brought a modern poem "Believe in the Future" written by his index finger, "When spider webs ruthlessly sealed up my stove, when the lingering smoke of ashes sighed the sorrow of poverty. I still stubbornly paved the way for disappointment." Ashes, written in beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future."

Li Bai was also stunned at the beginning, and then asked: "Is this a popular style created by the young master for common people's communication?"

"Yes." Night Breeze said.

"This style of poetry is not beautiful enough, and it is not everyone's choice, but the artistic conception is acceptable and can be on the stage." Li Bai said.

puff!

Night Breeze wanted to vomit. He originally wanted to use it to embarrass Li Bai, but he didn't expect him to say that it was not everyone's choice, and he could barely make it to the stage with his artistic conception.

If Master Index Finger hears this, will he vomit blood?

However, since the poem was used, Night Breeze could only let Li Bai be right, "Please sir!"

"Forget it, since the young master is interested, I will accompany the young master to share the elegant and vulgar rewards."

Li Bai raised his glass, thought for a while, and there it was, "When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn, when my flowers cling to other people's feelings, I still stubbornly use frost-covered dead vines to stand on the desolate land." Write: Believe in the future."

Night Breeze has no temper at all, nothing can stop him.

Not to mention Night Breeze, judging from the situation, even the so-called master of modern poetry would have to be tortured to pieces.

Night Breeze had no choice but to ask the system, "System, I can't beat him, can you see if there is any way?"