Because he was drunk, Su Lu's voice was bold and unbridled. His voice drowned out the noise in the long street and drowned out the prosperity inside and outside Zuihong Mansion.
Inside and outside Zuihong Mansion, everything was quiet.
People in the Tang Dynasty loved poetry, and so did the Han people. Although they were not as crazy as the people in the Tang Dynasty who were star-chasing, they were still enthusiastic enough.
After hearing the poem read by Su Lu, most of the merchants who invited people to have a drink inside and outside the restaurant, the singers who were far away from home, the officials who were working thousands of miles away, and the imperial guards who left home to join the army all recited this poem silently when the envoys came to Beijing.
Xie Ruyu's cheeks were flushed. She didn't know whether it was because of drinking or because she was excited by hearing Su Lu's poem at close range. She glanced at the guards in the private room. Two guards rushed out and asked the shopkeeper for pen and ink.
A moment later, amidst the bustling sounds outside the door of the private room, two guards entered the private room with pens and paper, followed by the shopkeeper with a long beard. Seeing Xie Ruyu's sulky look, the shopkeeper bowed repeatedly.
The dishes and teacups on the table have been removed, the oil stains and water stains have been wiped clean, the rice paper is spread out, and Xie Ruyu is polishing ink.
Chang Ning stood aside, silently reciting the words "Bianjun Chuanxin" to report peace, tears already wet his cheeks.
Su Lu picked up the writing brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote on the handle "Meet the envoy to the capital."
My current state of mind is just like Cen Shen's state of mind when he was on his way to the Western Regions. The road to the east of my hometown is long, and my longing for my hometown is getting heavier as the journey gets further and further away.
With a splash of ink, in the twinkling of an eye, the poem "Feng Envoy Enters the Capital" was finished.
Su Lu threw away the pen and paper, sat down on the chair, his eyelids were heavy and he fell asleep.
Xie Ruyu's cheeks were full of surprise. She dropped the inkstone and carefully looked at the poem on the rice paper. When Feng came to Beijing, she wrote the poem completely on the rice paper. Except for the signature, it was already perfect.
Reaching out to pick up the rice paper, Xie Ruyu dried the ink and carefully rolled up the rice paper.
The shopkeeper of Zuihonglou looked like he wanted to stop him but didn't dare to stop him: "Sir, can you hang this poem in my restaurant for a few days? From now on, the price of drinks in my restaurant will be free of charge. I just ask you to hang this poem in my restaurant for a few days."
sky."
Xie Ruyu was unmoved, took off the jade pendant hanging from her waist, and tied the rice paper with the thin silk on the jade pendant.
"Brother Su, I'm here. Did you write the poem just for us two? When the envoys come to Beijing, haha, it belongs to both of us, no one can take it away."
The loud voices of Zhao Pu and Li Lin sounded outside the door.
Li Lin pushed the door open and came in with an excited expression: "I am the official, and the poem is for me. No one can try to steal it from me."
"Hey, why did Brother Su fall asleep?"
Zhao Pu came in and pushed Su Lu to wake him up.
Chang Ning showed his long sword in his hand and opened Zhao Pu's hand. He looked at the rice paper in Xie Ruyu's hand and said, "My lord has finished writing about the envoy to the capital, and it is in the hands of Xie Ruyu, the envoy of the Tang Dynasty."
Li Lin was furious: "Hey, then, envoy, please put down Mr. Su's words, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless."
Xie Ruyu glanced at Li Lin and sneered: "Let me see how tricky you are."
Several Tang guards gathered around, with their hands on the handles of their swords, as if they were ready to take action at any time.
Zhao Pu rolled his eyes and quickly separated the two people and said: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, don't be angry, it will hurt the harmony."
"Your Majesty the Envoy, Brother Su's handwriting must be shown to us. This poem is written for both of us. You can't deny that."
Xie Ruyu held the rice paper and hesitated for a while. The noise from the crowd watching around him became louder and louder. Everyone heard Su Lu reciting the poem. They were attracted to see Su Lu. Now that they knew there was an authentic work, they naturally thought about the first one.
Take a look.
Zhao Pu also took advantage of the excitement: "Let everyone take a look, Mr. Envoy, Brother Su did not say that this poem was written for you. You can't take advantage of this poem just because you are handsome."
As he spoke, Zhao Pu approached Xie Ruyu.
"Shua"
A guard from the Tang Dynasty swung his sword and struck it between Xie Ruyu and Zhao Pu, causing Zhao Pu's outstretched hand to retreat halfway and return in vain.
"Hands on"
Zhao Pu roared, pulled out his sword, blocked the two guards, and at the same time pulled Li Lin to grab the rice paper.
Li Lin was stunned for a moment, and the next moment he roared and rushed towards Xie Ruyu.
"Wow"
Xie Ruyu had quick eyesight and kicked out the chair next to her with her foot.
Li Lin clenched his hands into fists and retracted them to protect his face. The chair hit his arms and shattered into pieces of wood with a crack.
The shopkeeper of Zuihonglou was extremely depressed: "Stop it, gentlemen, this is a small shop with a small business, but I can't stand you guys smashing it like this. If you want everyone's authentic works, you can go out and compete."
The shopkeeper of Zuihonglou complained about his sufferings, but kept moving. He moved to the side of Su Lu, picked up a stool, and looked like he was loyally guarding Su Lu. Since begging Ruyu to thank him failed, the shopkeeper of Zuihonglou made up his mind to beg Su Lu.
road.
As long as he can make the main owner happy and write the side characters casually, it will be enough to make his restaurant famous.
Chang Ning held a sword in one hand and stood guard next to Su Lu, but his eyes followed the rice paper in Xie Ruyu's hand.
Su Ge took the princess's early trip to Shangshan, but he had already asked an outside calligraphy and painting shop to estimate the price. At that time, the boss had to pay 100 taels of silver to buy the early trip to Shangshan.
According to the boss, that calligraphy is only worth a few hundred taels now, but in a few years, when Su Lu becomes famous all over the world, it will be worth a fortune. If Su Lu can die young, it will be even more valuable.
Already.
Chang Ning believed that this calligraphy was more valuable. Envoys from the Tang Dynasty fought with envoys coming to Beijing to compete for the calligraphy and painting. Even if this calligraphy had an allusion, it could only be more valuable.
As for asking Su Lu to write another one for him, Chang Ning has already thought about it. He must write it. It is in his pocket. As for this one, it would be better if he could snatch it.
"boom"
Zhao Pu was finally unable to stop several Tang guards, and was beaten away by the combined efforts of several of them. However, this was the border of the Han Kingdom, and Zhao Pu was an envoy to the capital, so they did not dare to be cruel, so they just knocked Zhao Pu away.
A group of Tang guards swarmed forward, and Li Lin was beaten away.
The victims were lying in the corner with grief and anger on their faces.
"My heirloom calligraphy and painting."
"Xie Ruyu, I'm not done with you."
When Su Lu woke up, the two of them were mourning, which made Su Lu, who was already irritable, even more irritable.
"What are you calling for mourning? I'm not dead yet! You two have had enough to eat. Why are you lying in the corner with nothing to do?"
"Hey, why did this elegant room become like this? Where are Xie Ruyu and his guards?"
Su Lu looked at the mess all over the house in surprise. Didn't he just take a nap and why was the Red Building looted?
The shopkeeper of Zuihonglou cried with sorrow, fell to his knees in front of Su Lu, and slapped himself on the face.
"Sir, I was running a small shop on a small budget, but it was ruined by the young master who took your authentic calligraphy and painting. How do you want me to explain to my boss?"
"It's pitiful that I'm so old, there are seniors and juniors, and my grandson is still underage..."
Su Lu looked confused. What do you mean? Why are you crying for your grandson?
The boy brought out more than a dozen pieces of rice paper and shouted, "Shopkeeper, the rice paper you asked for is here."
The shopkeeper quickly got up from the ground, took the rice paper, spread it on the table, and said with a flattering smile:
"Sir, as long as you write something, I can explain it to my boss. Not only will my boss not punish me for the things that were broken by your friends, but he may even reward me."
Drinkers who were watching the excitement outside crowded in, waving rice paper in their hands.
"Sir, I paid for your drink. Please write one for me."
"Fart, you haven't paid for your wine yet, why should I say you paid for it?"
"Shopkeeper, this is the drink money and compensation for the tables, chairs and benches that Mr. Su's friends smashed. This calligraphy is mine."