Chapter 113

  Heroes have white horses and silver spears, knights have iron swords and long hair, while scholars' attire should include a white robe, a folding fan, a jade pendant, and a small boy holding paper, ink and inkstone, none of which can be missing.

  Of course, equipment is enough, and the value of the appearance must also be online. Otherwise, even if the equipment is fully equipped, it will be Xue Ping rather than Jia Baoyu.

  In two aspects, Zhang Fei and Gao Fei Bao are both unqualified.

  Tang Ruzai saw at a glance that these two were lowly people who had come to eavesdrop, and he didn't know how they had managed to sneak into the Fishing Pavilion. They must have heard the sound of singing coming from the second floor and had come up to steal a peek at the singing girls.

  After realizing this, Tang Si thought of driving these two people away at that time. However, he came up with an idea...

  Now that we've had enough wine and music, our interest is almost exhausted. Why don't we have some fun with these two people instead?

  "You can also make poetry?"

  Gao Fei Bao puffed out his chest at this time: "I just roughly understand."

  Hehe!

  Miss Wan'er, who was wearing a colorful dress and had just swayed her waist, covered her mouth and giggled lightly. Tang Ruzhai suppressed his smile and waved his hand, saying: "Come on, the pen and ink are ready, let's also pay homage to the two of you for your great work."

  Seven or eight people around were good companions with Tang Rucui, all staring at Zhang Fei and Gao Feibao with playful eyes. Judging from their accent, they knew they were northerners. Nowadays, the culture is divided into two parts: one in the capital city and the other in Jiangnan. The capital city is the imperial capital, which doesn't need to be said. Jiangnan is a prosperous place where poetry, books, and literature are popular. As for the north... it has always been an uncivilized and barbaric land that does not understand education. It is said that people there still eat raw meat and drink blood nowadays.

  Tang Rucai was also clever and thought of using these two as a joke, which really added to the fun of today's wine.

  "Come, I'll sharpen the ink with you two and pay homage to your writing skills."

  "Either a poem or a song, let it be sung by Yuanyuan's mouth, and tomorrow it will surely shake the whole city."

  Nowadays, the spread of poetry is mainly through the mouths of courtesans in brothels, which bear many social functions. Literary gatherings cannot do without wine or the accompaniment of singing girls. Today, Tang Rucai and others still have a playful attitude towards Zhang Fei's wife, and everyone laughs and jokes together. Then Yu'e playfully says "disgusting" with her fragrant lips.

  In return for more laughter, the young man took a sip of wine and went to eat the lip gloss on Yuanyuan's mouth.

  Zhang Fei was sweating profusely, he was dull, but that didn't mean he was stupid. What kind of taste this banquet had now, how could he not discern it?

  These people are obviously making fools of the two!

  At this moment, the pen should dance like a dragon and write out a shocking poem that slaps them in the face.

  Alas, Zhang San's martial arts skills are quite good, but although he has a hobby in literature and art, he is indeed not skilled.

  "Gentlemen, we have been too rash and disturbed your pleasant gathering. Please forgive our sudden intrusion."

  Just as Zhang Fei was about to leave, Tang Rucai suddenly sneered and said: "Want to go?... You are so secretive, I think you are thieves."

  "If you can't write it out, take him to see the official."

  "Tang Gongzi went to the city master's mansion to deliver a letter, and he will ask for your two names."

  Tang Ruzai is a member of the Tang family in Qianzhou City, and his family runs a silk store. His uncle works at the city master's mansion. Compared to Youzhou, the prosperous Yangzhou has more complete official positions and greater power.

  Zhang Fei and Gao Fei Bao did not expect that strolling around would provoke the big shots in the city. At this moment, he already had three points of anger in his heart. If it were someone else, they would have punched him with a big fist. Unfortunately, Zhang San Ye still considered himself a scholar today and didn't want to fight, losing the dignity of being a scholar.

  "We two are inexperienced and can't do it, but if our young master were here, he would definitely be able to do it."

  "Your family's young master... isn't thinking of running away with it, is he?" Tang Ruzhang.

  "If you don't believe me, let me invite my young master over..."

  "I didn't believe there was still someone in Beimanzi who could write poetry..."

  At this moment, Cheng Dairen was strolling in the first floor hall, Gao Feibao looked over from the stairs and shouted: "Young... Master, Master, come quickly, something's happened."

  "What's going on?" Cheng Dairen and Liu Zisu Xuan walked up to the second floor together.

  "They won't let us leave."

  "Huh......who are they?" Cheng Dairei raised his head and took a glance.

  For some reason, when Cheng Dairen's gaze swept over her body, Tang Rucui had a feeling of being stared at by a venomous snake, and she shivered with a chill.

  Zhang Fei simply stated the matter and pointed at Tang Rucai.

  "Oh, so it's about writing poetry."

  For some reason, Zhang Fei vaguely felt that Cheng Dairen's tone had a hint of excitement.

  "Today I'll give you a show of my face and let you see what it's like."

  Cheng Dalai holds his pen, his heart surging with emotions. A traveler must make a list, and one item is sure to be copying poems. If he can't copy them, then Tang poetry, Song lyrics, Yuan drama... wouldn't the nine years of compulsory education have been in vain? It's just that Youzhou is remote and uncivilized, and he doesn't have the opportunity to show off his poetic talent.

  Yangzhou is a land of poetry and lyrics, I just casually recite one poem, won't it make these people stunned and speechless.

  Tang Ruzai and a few others stared at Cheng Dairen, having already investigated his background - a businessman from the north who had come to do business. No wonder he reeked of copper stench, dressed like a nouveau riche; what kind of poetic talent could someone like him possibly have?

  "Are you going to write or not?" Tang Rucan asked impatiently as he saw Cheng Dairen still holding his pen.

  "Let me think, let me think."

  "Hah! You can't think of anything better than your underlings?" Tang Ruzai sneered.

  Cheng Dali wasn't unable to think of anything, but rather didn't know which one to copy. Unfortunately, he had too much stored up in his belly and Cheng Dali also suffered from a bit of choice phobia.

  Forget it, that's all.

  Cheng Dalai dipped his brush in thick ink and wrote four characters on paper with bold strokes.

  Tang Rucai couldn't help but burst out laughing as soon as he saw him. The others also covered their mouths, especially that Wan'er, who was so stifled that her face turned bright red.

  No other reason, mainly because Cheng Dairen's handwriting is too ugly. He didn't use a brush in his previous life, and after coming to this world, he didn't deliberately practice it either. In Cheng Dairen's view, as long as the words are usable, that's enough. This is considered good in Qingniu Mountain, where there are many people who can't read or write, at least Cheng Dairen can write. Of course, when he came to Yangzhou, a city known for its poetry and books, Cheng Dairen's handwriting became an object of ridicule.

  If words were written like this, what good poetry would it be?

  Someone laughed with their head thrown back and their body doubled over, while Tang Ruzhang barely managed to stifle his laughter: "Your calligraphy hasn't been taught by the master, has it?"

  "What's wrong?" Cheng Dairen looked up at him with a puzzled expression, his pen not stopping as he wrote down a string of mysterious-looking characters.

  Tang Ruzai's line of sight fell on the paper, originally wanting to ridicule the other party a few words, but when he saw the content written clearly, his eyes suddenly widened.

  Twisted and turned, like a snake slithering wildly on paper, a string of ink characters appeared.

  Northern scenery, thousands of miles of ice and snow, ten thousand miles of flying snow