Lin Zhao covered his face: "The literary talent is really good..."
Liu Liying held Lin Zhao's arm with one hand and covered her face with the other: "Master, Master, stop reading this quickly, people will become stupid if they read too many poems like this..."
Lin Zhao felt that what Liu Liying said was very true. If he read too many poems by Lao Qi, he might never be able to compose poetry in his life.
…
After Lin Zhao and Liu Liying sat down, the landlady brought a pot of tea. After pouring the tea, she said with a smile: "Lao Qi... he obviously doesn't have much ink in his stomach, but he always likes to show off his limericks.
He is obviously an old cook, but he imitates other scholars and makes the young man and the girl laugh..."
"Nothing, nothing." Lin Zhao smiled and shook his head.
The waiter who was standing in front of the door watching the rain laughed and said: "Boss lady, Lao Qi is competing with Zhou Dajun, you can't tell!"
"You are the only one who talks a lot."
Mao Niang smiled and rolled her eyes at him, then turned to look at Lin Zhao and said, "A few years ago, there was indeed a great scholar who stayed in our inn. Even the name of this Qinglu Inn is
He helped to change it. I heard that the person was a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy in Beijing. His name was Zhou Jinyan. In the guest room above us, there is a poem inscribed by this bachelor of Zhou. It is really amazing. One hundred
Even two old men tied together can't compare."
Lin Zhao smiled and nodded. It could be seen that Mao Niang admired the Zhou University scholar very much, and even remembered it to the point of never forgetting it. However, Lao Qi secretly liked the landlady, so he imitated the Hanlin Academy.
The scholar wrote poetry, one limerick after another, and he was considered to be writing non-stop.
There were not many guests in the afternoon, and it was raining heavily, so Mao Niang sat aside and chatted with Lin Zhao and Liu Liying for a long time, about the local customs, the current situation of Jiangzhou, etc.
"This girl..."
Mao Niang glanced at Liu Liying, with deep meaning in her eyes, and said with a smile: "Is it the young master's?"
"Oh, she is..."
Before Lin Zhao finished speaking, Liu Liying said aggrievedly: "Mother Mao, in fact, I really want to be the young master's bed partner, but the young master doesn't like her..."
"ah?"
Mao Niang was shocked and looked at Lin Zhao as if she were a fool. Why don't you look down on such a considerate and considerate girl?
Lin Zhao glanced at Liu Liying, who immediately looked like she had done something wrong. She pursed her lips and did not dare to speak. She looked at him with clear eyes, begging him not to be angry.
Mao Niang chuckled, it seemed that these were two lovers who had just traveled together in the world, but neither of them had fully confirmed their relationship. It didn't matter, as long as we stayed in this inn, it was a matter of course.
Mao Niang said no more and went back to the counter to settle accounts.
…
After a while, the old cook came over with a bowl of fragrant mixed fish soup, placed it in front of Lin Zhao and Liu Liying, and said with a smile: "What do Mr. Lin Zhao and Miss Liu want to order?"
"Get some freshly baked pancakes and two wine bowls. I'll bring the wine myself."
"okay!"
The old cook came back with a plate of fragrant pancakes and two wine bowls. When he saw Lin Zhao taking out two pots of green bamboo wine, he sniffed it and said with a smile: "Brother, this wine is very good at first sight!"
"
"oh?"
Lin Zhao smiled and said, "Lao Qi, would you like to take a bite too?"
"this……"
Lao Qi looked extremely embarrassed and turned around to look at the landlady who was settling the score. Mao Niang glared at him, then turned to Lin Zhao and smiled: "Young Master, there is no need to spoil this old drunkard, but... if Young Master is really
If you think he is worthy of that glass of wine, it doesn't matter, just let the blame rest on our Qinglu Inn."
Although Mao Niang looks down on Lao Qi, she is really kind to him.
Lin Zhao smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, it's just a matter of meeting over a bowl of wine."
After saying that, he poured a bowl of wine for Lao Qi. He took a sip and felt that the taste was amazing. Then he drank in small sips and was reluctant to finish it in one gulp. Lin Zhao and Liu Liying took the cakes, ate and drank.
Don't delay.
"Son."
Lao Qi looked at the two swords Lin Zhao was leaning against and said with a smile, "Young Master is that legendary swordsman?"
"Well, can you see it?"
Lin Zhao smiled.
"That is."
Lao Qi stood up majestically and said with a smile: "Today Mr. Cheng gave me a bowl of fine wine, and I, Lao Qi, have become more interested in poetry. How about... I will write a poem with a splash of ink and give it to Mr.?!"
"oops……"
Lin Zhao covered his face: "Do you really want to write a poem?"
"Whatever you want, there will be wine and beauties."
Lao Qi looked at the wine in the bowl, then looked at Liu Liying, who was alluring the country, and said with a smile: "How can there be no poetry?"
After saying that, he turned around and pulled off a piece of white paper from the counter, took out a brush and dipped it in ink, then looked at Lin Zhao and said with a smile: "Young Master is a swordsman on the mountain, and what he pursues is naturally the peak swordsmanship and the great path to immortality.
, this road is not easy to walk, it is very painful, so, Lao Qi, I will do my best to encourage students to learn and give it to the young master."
"Anything is fine." Lin Zhao nodded and chuckled.
Lao Qi began to splash ink, and soon a poem fell in front of Lin Zhao and Liu Liying——
"Gift to Brother Lin Zhao·Encouragement to Study"
The swordsman's name is Lin Zhao, and he has come a long way.
Why practice swordsmanship diligently? It will cause less trouble.
…
After Lin Zhao read this poem, he felt numb all over. The true Confucian meaning taught to him by his husband Qin Suihan could no longer hold his breath. His whole Confucian Taoist heart was trembling. Alas, recite this poem again.
, after smacking the taste in my heart, I felt particularly sorry for Mr. Qin Suihan!
"how?"
Lao Qi was very satisfied and looked at Lin Zhao with a smile.
"It's okay, it's okay, Lao Qi!"
Lin Zhao took a deep breath: "It feels a bit like being reborn."
Lao Qi immediately became more poetic, turned to look at Liu Liying, and said: "Miss Liu is naturally beautiful, as beautiful as a fairy. How about... Lao Qi, I will also give you a poem?"
"ah?!"
Liu Liying's pretty face was full of panic: "Me too?"
"Some, some."
The old cook took another piece of paper and wrote a poem for Liu Liying with a splash of ink——
"Gift to Miss Liu Liying"
The sun is rising and it's cold in Lushan Mountain. How can Miss Liying wait?
There is no need to boast about being beautiful, as beauty is everywhere in Lushan Mountain.
…
"Okay, Lao Qi!"
Lin Zhao's eyes shone and he said: "This poem is a little bit like poetry..."
Lao Qi covered his face: "Isn't this poem like Taibai's rebirth?"
"It's raining and thundering outside."
Lin Zhao pointed to the door and said: "I am young, I don't want to die so early..."
At the counter, Mao Niang also covered her face. From the opening of the store to today, there have been many guests staying at Qinglu Inn, but no one has ever given Lao Qi and herself as much face as Lin Zhao. This Lin Zhao
The gentleman is really good.
So, Mao Niang picked up a plate of spiced beef and brought it to the table, smiling and saying: "Sir, miss, this is for you!"
"Thank you, boss lady."
Lin Zhao took off his chopsticks and continued to eat. The meal was good, with wine, meat, and even poems. As for who the people in this inn were, he actually didn't care. He was an eight-level cat demon.
It was just a six-level wolf demon, plus a god with a dharma body. As long as they had no ill intentions, Lin Zhao didn't bother to care about their origins.
…
After finishing the meal, Lin Zhao put away the two poems written by Lao Qi, giving one piece of paper to Liu Liying and keeping the other piece for himself. Although the poems were not very good, they still had to be put away.
At this moment, a man and a woman walked downstairs. They were acquaintances. One was Shen Lanzhou and the other was Yu Qingqiu.
"Huh?"
Shen Lanzhou stood on the balcony and was slightly stunned: "Shaoxia Lin, Fairy Liu?"
Yu Qingqiu was also stunned. He didn't expect to meet Lin Zhao and Liu Liying in such a deserted village. However, when his eyes touched Liu Liying, Yu Qingqiu felt a little panicked. Although she was just a muralist. The goddess is a spirit of heaven and earth that jumped out of the stone, but it seems that everything God can provide for her has been given to her.
"Yo."
Lin Zhao also smiled and said: "It's Mr. Shen and Miss Yu Qingqiu. What a coincidence that we meet here. You are also going to visit Jiangzhou?"
"Exactly."
Shen Lanzhou smiled and said: "We say goodbye to Lingze Mountain. It is indeed fate that we can meet here. Why don't I, Shen Lanzhou, be the host tonight and put one here so that I won't go home until I'm drunk?"
As he spoke, he looked at the rain outside and said, "I'm afraid this rain won't stop for a while, so we might as well stop again for a while."
"talk later."
Lin Zhao glanced at Liu Liying. He didn't care, but Liu Liying was too ostentatious. He took the dignified folding fan fairy to stay in the hotel, so he was asking for trouble.
…
Upstairs, in the guest room.
Liu Liying looked out the window and said with a smile: "Master, are you worried that Liying's identity will cause unnecessary trouble?"
"Um."
Lin Zhao raised his fist and said: "Trouble is bound to happen, but you don't have to worry too much. It doesn't matter. If someone really wants to target you, it won't matter how we hide. Trouble will always come."
"good."
Liu Liying smiled and said: "During dinner, the young master just goes to the appointment. Liying waits for the young master in the guest room and does not cause trouble for the young master."
"talk later."
Lin Zhao smiled: "Not sure yet."
…
As a result, after nightfall, Shen Lanzhou walked upstairs in person, stood in front of Lin Zhao's door, and said respectfully: "Young hero, Miss Liu, the food and drinks in the lobby downstairs have been prepared. Please have a meal."
They actually came to invite me in person.
Lin Zhao couldn't help but laugh. He had no choice but to go to the appointment. He had no choice but to look at Liu Liying and said, "Let's go?"
"Um."
Liu Liying smiled and nodded.
Downstairs, Shen Lanzhou and Yu Qingqiu were already seated. In addition, there were several guests in the inn who were also eating. They were basically Jianghu people. When Liu Liying followed Lin Zhao downstairs, many people came to pay attention. The gaze makes people extremely uncomfortable.
After we sat down, the dishes were quite generous. The old chef named Lao Qi in the inn must have put a lot of effort into it, but the wind and rain had stopped outside, and the starry night was in the sky.
Before I had eaten two mouthfuls of food, there was a strong sound of horse hooves outside. Soon after, a group of cavalry entered the inn. The crowd surrounded a young warrior wearing light golden armor and stepped into the inn. In this warrior The moment he stepped into the inn, Lin Zhao gently patted the scabbard of the Liquan Sword, and Liu Liying suddenly understood and understood that it turned into a stream of light and hid in the scabbard.
"roll."
The young martial artist walked to the front of a table and looked at the two monks eating with indifferent eyes. The two monks immediately gritted their teeth and backed away. These people were obviously the cavalry and officials of the Xu Dynasty, and they could not afford to offend them.
The young martial artist sat down, swept the leftovers from the table under the table, and said with a smile: "Cook a new table of good dishes for me, and I heard that you have a very beautiful woman here.
The landlady’s name is Mao Niang, and she asked her to come over and drink with me, and by the way, she can warm my bed tonight.”
