Chapter 109

Because he was drunk, Su Lu's voice was bold and unrestrained. The voice overshadowed the noise in the long street and drowned the prosperity inside and outside the drunk red building.

Inside and outside the drunken red building, it was quiet.

The Tang people love poetry, and the Han people also love poetry. Although they are not as crazy as the Tang people, they are also enthusiastic enough.

Hearing Su Lu's poem, most of the merchants who invited people to eat wine inside and outside the restaurant, the singers who were far away from their hometown, the officials who were officials thousands of miles away, and the forbidden army who left home to join the army silently recited this song.

Xie Ruyu blushed. I don't know whether it was because of drinking or because she was excited by hearing Su Lu's poem from a close distance. She glanced at the guards in the elegant room. The two guards rushed out and asked the shopkeeper for pen and ink.

A moment later, in the hustle and bustle outside the Yajian door, two guards entered the Yajian with paper and pen, followed by a long bearded shopkeeper. Seeing Xie Ruyu's sullen appearance, the shopkeeper bowed and bowed again and again.

The dishes and tea lamps on the table have been removed, the oil and water stains have been wiped clean, the rice paper has been spread out, and Xie Ruyu has polished the ink.

Changning stood aside and silently recited the sentence to report peace with your words. Tears had moistened her cheeks.

Su Lu picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote down every envoy to Beijing.

My current state of mind is the same as that of Cen Shen on his way to the western regions. The road to the east of his hometown is long, and the feeling of missing his hometown becomes more and more serious as the road goes farther and farther.

In a blink of an eye, a poem was finished when an envoy to Beijing was sent.

Su Lu threw away his pen and paper, sat down on the chair, his eyelids heavy and drowsy, and fell asleep.

Xie Ruyu's cheeks were full of surprises. She left her inkstone and looked carefully at the poem on the rice paper. When she came to Beijing, she wrote the poem completely on the rice paper. Except for the signature, it was perfect.

Reaching out to pick up the rice paper, Xie Ruyu dried the ink and carefully rolled up the rice paper.

The shopkeeper of Zui Hong Lou looked like he wanted to stop but dared not: "young master, can you hang this poem in my restaurant for a few days? In the future, the young master will be free of wine money in my restaurant. Just ask the young master to hang it in my restaurant for a few days."

Xie Ruyu was unmoved. He untied the jade pendant hanging around his waist and tied the rice paper with the fine silk on the jade pendant.

"Brother Su, I'm here. Did you write that poem for us just now? Every envoy to Beijing, ha ha, it's ours. No one can rob it."

The loud voices of Zhao Pu and Li Lin sounded outside the door.

Li Lin pushed the door in and looked excited: "I'm the envoy. The poem is for me. No one wants to rob me."

"Eh, why did brother Su fall asleep?"

Zhao Pu came in to wake Su Lu.

Changning opened Zhao Pu's hand and looked at the rice paper in Xie Ruyu's hand: "my adult has finished writing every envoy to Beijing, which is in the hands of Xie Ruyu, the envoy of the state of Tang."

Li Lin was furious: "well, the envoy, put down Lord Su's words, otherwise don't blame me for my ruthlessness."

Xie Ruyu glanced at Li Lin and sneered, "I'll have a look at you."

Several guards of the state of Tang gathered around and put their hands on the handle of the knife. They looked like they would do it at any time.

Zhao Pu's eyes turned and hurriedly separated them. They said, "misunderstanding, misunderstanding, don't be angry. You hurt your harmony."

"The envoy, brother Su's words must be shown to us. This poem is written for us. You can't deny it."

Xie Ruyu held the rice paper and hesitated for a moment. The noise of the crowd around him was getting louder and louder. When Su Lu read poetry, everyone heard it and was attracted to see Su Lu. Now that he knew there was an authentic work, he naturally wanted to be the first to see it.

Zhao Pu also took advantage of the excitement: "let's have a look, Ambassador. Brother Su didn't say that this poem was written for you. You can't occupy this poem because you are handsome."

As he spoke, Zhao Pu approached Xie Ruyu.

"Shua"

A guard of the state of Tang waved a knife and cut it between Xie Ruyu and Zhao Pu. He asked Zhao Pu to return his outstretched hand halfway without success.

"Do it"

Zhao Pu roared, pulled out his waist knife and blocked the two guards. At the same time, he pulled Li Lin and asked him to grab rice paper.

Li Lin was stunned. The next moment, the tiger roared and jumped at Xie Ruyu.

"Wow"

Xie Ruyu was quick-sighted and kicked out the next chair.

Li Lin clenched his fists and took back to protect the face door. The chair hit his arms and broke into pieces with a click.

The shopkeeper of Zui Honglou was depressed to death: "don't fight. I can't stand your smashing. If you want your authentic works, you can fight outside."

Drunk Honglou shopkeeper complained about his pain, but he kept moving under his feet. He moved to Su Lu, picked up a stool and looked like a loyal guardian of Su Lu. Since you can't ask for thanks, Zui Honglou shopkeeper made up his mind to ask Su Lu.

As long as he can coax the master to be happy, he writes a pair of words with his handwriting, which is enough to make his restaurant famous.

Changning Shan held his sword and guarded beside Su Lu, but his eyes were running with the rice paper in Xie Ruyu's hand.

Su Ge took the princess's Shangshan Zaoxing, but he had asked an outside calligraphy and painting shop to estimate the price. At that time, the boss wanted to pay one hundred Liang silver to buy Shangshan Zaoxing.

According to the boss, that pair of words is now worth several hundred Liang, but after a few years, when Su Lu's name moves the world, it will be invaluable. If Su Lu can die young, it will be even more valuable.

Changning believes that this character is more valuable. Some envoys of the state of Tang fought with envoys to Beijing to compete for calligraphy and painting. Even if there are allusions, this character can only be more valuable.

As for asking Su Lu to write another pair for himself, Changning has long wanted to write. It must be something in the bag. As for this pair, it must be better to grab it.

"Boom"

Zhao Pu finally couldn't stop several guards of the Tang Dynasty. He was beaten out by several people. However, this is the boundary of the Han state, and Zhao Pu is the envoy to Beijing. They didn't dare to do it hard, but they just shot Zhao Pu away.

A group of Tang guards rushed up and Li Lin was beaten away.

Brothers and sisters lie in the corner, with grief and anger on their faces.

"My heirloom calligraphy and painting."

"Xie Ruyu, I'm not finished with you."

When Su Lu woke up, they were wailing, which made Su Lu even more upset.

"What funeral? I'm not dead yet! You two are full. Why are you lying in the corner?"

"Eh, how did this elegant room become like this? Xie Ruyu and his guards?"

Su Lu looked at the mess all over the house in surprise. He just slept. Why was he drunk and the red building looted.

Drunk Red Mansions shopkeeper, with a sad face, fell to his knees in front of Su Lu with a plop and slapped his old face.

"My Lord, the shop operates on a shoestring and was smashed by the childe who took your calligraphy and painting authentic works. How can I explain to my boss!"

"Pity me for being so old, old and young, my underage grandson..."

Su Lu looked confused and said, why are you crying at me? I'm not the owner. I can't spare you.

The boy took a dozen rice paper and shouted, "shopkeeper, here comes the rice paper you want."

The shopkeeper quickly got up from the ground, took the rice paper, spread it on the table, and smiled flatteringly:

"My Lord, as long as you write a copy, I can explain it to the owner. The owner will not punish me for these things smashed by your friends, but may reward me."

The wine drinkers who watched the excitement outside rushed in, waving rice paper in their hands.

"My Lord, I paid for your wine and wrote me a copy."

"Fart, you haven't paid for the wine yet. Why do you say you paid for it?"

"Shopkeeper, this is the compensation for the tables, chairs and benches smashed by the wine money and adult Su's friends. This picture is mine."