Chapter 232

It's night.

A dark night.

I can't see five fingers.

In the mosquito's warm kiss, Zhang Feng woke up after all.

Looking at the drunkards all over the floor, he couldn't help feeling his head.

"This is NIMA's! What to do!"

Zhang Feng roared in silence.

But right now.

In the dark corner, there was a long sound.

"Are you awake?"

"Who?"

Zhang Feng blew up.

It was checked next door last night. I don't know if there are dead people or something. How can a sudden voice not make him hair.

"Cough..."

"Brother Zhang Feng, don't be afraid! It's me, I'm du... Big cake!"

Big cake?

What big cake?

Zhang Feng rubbed his forehead for a long time before he reacted. Finally, he remembered that Du pancake was turned over by a bowl of alcohol.

Rubbing his swollen head, Zhang Feng slowly LIT an oil lamp. At this time, he could see Du Daban clearly.

I saw dirt all over my milky white robe. There was him, and I don't know who it was. Cheng Tieniu, Wei Dashan and Lao Li's son crowded together. That scene

I can't bear to look straight at you!

"When did you... Wake up? Why didn't you light the oil lamp?"

Zhang Feng looked at Du Gou speechless.

"I woke up when you were talking. Your wine... What is it made of? Why is it so mellow? My head seems to crack..."

Du Gou asked, holding the door and sitting askew on the stool.

"Yes, it's alcohol!"

"Not wine!"

Zhang Feng wasted a long time before he explained the alcohol thing clearly.

Then, looking at the drunkards all over the ground, they could only carry them into the bedroom in the backyard and throw them on Zhang Feng's small bed.

Then he sat in the front hall of the tavern again. Du Gou quietly looked at the words on the wall and was shocked.

"I've heard my father talk about the poems of brother Zhang Feng, and I've seen his brother's calligraphy, but this word..."

"Especially which song don't make the golden cup empty to the moon, brother, in what state of mind did you make such a quatrain?"

Du Gou is a fool.

From the famous works of Confucianism and Taoism to some literary allusions spread in the market will be included, and only Zhang Feng makes him feel mysterious.

The innkeeper of a tavern is still in his prime. Unlike other young talents, he actively strives to earn a reputation and does not serve the imperial court. Instead, he survives in this tavern. What kind of free and easy person can do?

"Brother Zhang Feng, to tell you the truth, I wanted to visit you long before I came, but my father didn't allow it. In addition, Xiaosheng's schoolwork has not been completed, so until today, several people sent small invitations, so I summoned up my courage and asked my father's consent before I came to visit!"

While talking, Du Gou took out a prayer note from his arms and presented it with both hands.

"When I came, I didn't have any good gifts, so Xiaosheng copied some famous poems. In addition, Xiaosheng learned that brother Zhang Feng didn't like gold and silver, so I prepared a rubbings of ancient books here. Please..."

Zhang Feng has a headache.

This is a real skull pain.

He can finally feel why Wei Dashan can't wait to pour over the goods as soon as they enter the door. This NIMA is a replica of Tang monk!

He didn't say a word, so he talked about the goods for a long time.

Is there anyone alive?

Zhang Feng could not help but be infinitely grateful to Lao Du.

Thanks to Lao Du, he locked the villain in the house! If he had come earlier, he would have been bored to death.

Zhang Feng admires and fears this kind of madman who is obsessed with madness in a certain field. It's better to say that he will give you a flicker. If you are stupid and confused, he will feel better, but this Du big cake is a fucking literary fool!

How is this fooling?

"Cough!"

"That... Big cake! I'll just take your mind. I still can't take this rubbings!"

Zhang Feng looked at the distressed Du hook on his face. He didn't know what the goods were distressing about?

This thing is not precious. If you want it, don't you just rub it again?

As for such another delivery, is it painful?

How can I take it?

I wanted to take it down. I'll have a look when I'm free, but

forget it.

I'm afraid of being remembered!

Du Gou's face was stiff when he heard the speech

"What did brother Zhang Feng say? The rubbings are good, but they also need to be given to a confidant! It's Du's good fortune to meet brother Zhang Feng today. This is not my gift. Du doesn't dare to give the rubbings of saints to others. This is just a intention circulated among our students! Don't take Du as a kind of nothing that steals the efforts of saints and takes them as his own A shameful man! "

Zhang Feng's eyes are red.

This shit is turning the fucking corner and scolding me!

I asked you to annoy you?

However, after observing for a long time, Du Gou didn't seem to be scolding himself. He could only touch his nose, but he didn't look at what was in front of him.

Don't ask why.

Asking is disdain!

"Come on, you! A fool can see the reluctance on your face!"

"Just tell me what you want! Can't I give it?"

Zhang Feng surrendered.

Du Gou hears the speech.

With a happy face, he quickly put the rubbings into his arms, and then made a Confucian ceremony and said, "please give brother Zhang Feng another pair of ink treasures!"

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