In the evening, when Zhao Yan came to Xuanji Building to prepare for story-telling, he was told by the clerk that the story-telling desk was temporarily closed.
The reason is that in order to prepare for the release of the rouge list, the town has to prepare to entertain outsiders outside the mouth of the valley.
Such grand martial arts events are crowded and complicated, making it difficult to protect the residents of Qixia Town and isolate them from outsiders. Therefore, group activities such as storytelling should no longer be held.
However, Zhao Yan didn't listen to a word of these explanations. He just scolded Old Man Tianji in his heart.
He clearly had this plan, but he didn't explain it in advance in the morning, which made his trip in vain.
Zhao Min's trip was in vain, but she didn't feel much.
My only regret is that I can’t listen to stories in vain tonight…
"Hey, nothing happens, I'll buy you a drink!"
She also lives in the home of Ding Peng and his wife, very close to the liquor store.
"Be courteous for nothing."
Zhao Yan glanced at her and responded to this proposal with 120%25 alertness.
"Oh, I'll fall down if I don't drink!"
Zhao Min raised his eyebrows and started to walk back angrily.
He didn't even take two steps before he was stopped.
"If you don't drink, you won't drink. I've taken advantage of you so much. I'd better drink some."
Anyway, Xiao Longnu sent it back...
Yan'er is studying Ding Peng's two secret books again.
I can only tease Sister Qingluo when I go back, so why don't I go have a drink to soothe my mood.
Frankly speaking, the information revealed by Old Man Tianji this morning had a big impact on him.
I thought my opponents were some mysterious masters, but I never expected that they were actually a bunch of centenarians.
What's more, there is also an ancestor of his own mixed in it...
There is no chance to deceive the master, but it is really possible to destroy the ancestor.
What's the matter!
"Hey, it's too late, I won't invite you!"
"It depends on your ability. I, the king who plays the piano, don't want it anymore!"
"Please, please... whatever you want to drink tonight, I have invited you!"
……
……
The two bickered all the way to the liquor store.
Zhao Min basically lost more than he won, and was almost helpless in front of the sponsor's father.
Depressedly, she found a table outside the shop, sat down and said, "The waiter will serve the wine."
It's just that Axing was faster than her. When he saw Zhao Yan, he immediately came up to greet her affectionately.
Knowing that they were here to drink, he quickly brought them two bottles of new wine.
Seeing that the shopkeeper didn't pay attention, he also sat aside.
"You are too mean. She can go on stage and play the piano. Why didn't you call me? I can play instruments and other things!"
In the past ten days or so, the news that Zhao Yan became the new storyteller spread throughout the town.
Men enjoy talking about Journey to the West every day, and women will shed tears for Butterfly Lovers.
Ah Xing only regretted that he was a step too slow and was overtaken by this bad woman.
"Hey, what musical instruments can you play?"
Zhao Min looked at him with a sneer, not believing it in his heart.
"Huh, I can't play the guqin, but I can play the suona very well!"
Ah Xing patted his chest proudly.
"Then you'd better send yourself away first."
The voice of the shopkeeper came from behind, and Asing suddenly felt a chill running down his spine, and then he was lifted up by the back collar of Destiny.
"Be lazy when you get the chance! Go and greet the guests!"
The shopkeeper threw Ah Xing to the door of the shop with a little force of his arm, leaning against the door frame without any injuries.
This hand is extremely beautiful. The humble wine shop owner is at least a master of the third grade or above.
"Mr. Zhao, please use it slowly. I will ask Ah Xing to bring you two snacks later."
"You're welcome, you are my guarantor, there is no need to be so outspoken."
Zhao Yan smiled and cupped his hands, watching the shopkeeper leave.
There weren't actually many customers in the shop tonight. I guess they were all busy with construction work outside the town.
However, there were two acquaintances sitting at the table behind them, and they were half drunk at this time.
"Brother Su, after drinking heavily tonight, Li is very excited about poetry. Please listen to me recite it..."
"Brother Li, please, Su is all ears!"
Su Zizhan applauded loudly, and Li Qinglian got up drunkenly and spun around, raising the wine bowl in his hand high.
"Lanling Wine Tulip!"
"good!"
Zhao Min found it interesting and clapped his hands as if watching the excitement.
Zhao Yan helplessly covered his face with his palm, unable to bear to look any further.
"A jade bowl holds amber light."
"But to make the master drunk..."
“I don’t know where this foreign country is!”
A good seven-character poem is almost as smooth as satin.
"What a poem!"
Zhao Min applauded and praised very cooperatively, like a professional compliment.
The strange thing is that none of the few drinkers around him praised it. Even Su Zizhan, who was at the same table with him, was indifferent. Instead, he smiled bitterly in a low voice.
"What's wrong? Is this poem bad?"
She looked at Xizhou suspiciously, not knowing why.
"Poetry is wonderful..."
Zhao Yan looked a little embarrassed.
"Then why are you all so weird? Don't think that since I'm a Mongolian, I don't know how to appreciate poetry. This is also a good poem!"
"So you are a Mongolian, no wonder you are the only one kept in the dark!"
Ah Xing happened to bring a few pots of food and wine, and he took the opportunity to laugh at Zhao Min.
"you!"
"What are you doing? This poem is from the "Collected Poems of King Qi". Even I, a waiter in a wine shop, know it, hum!"
He quickly removed the appetizers on the tray, raised his chin proudly, and turned to leave.
“……”
Zhao Min, who was ridiculed, had no intention of arguing this time. She stared at her big beautiful eyes and said to Zhao Yan in shame:
"Shameless! I have the nerve to say that the poem I wrote is excellent!"
She seemed to have completely forgotten how she had praised the poem just now, and only remembered Zhao Yan's embarrassing admission.
After saying that, he gave a loud "hum" to the back again.
"I was very prosperous in returning poems, but I turned out to be a literary copycat!"
This was obviously a remark that was mocking Li Qinglian, but it was extremely harsh to Zhao Yan's ears, and he hurriedly stood up and covered her mouth.
"Uh! Uh! Uh..."
Zhao Min struggled wildly at first, but after a while he suddenly stopped and stared at Zhao Yan angrily with a blushing face.
Her lips were covered just now, as if she was kissing the bad guy's palm...
Unfortunately, Zhao Yan didn't notice her change and just nodded to Su and Li to apologize.
"Master, why are you doing this? This girl is right."
"What Zizhan said is true. The two of us have already seen through the common reputation in the world, and we will not take any words to heart. Master, you should let this girl go."
The two of them didn't care about Zhao Min's sarcasm, but instead tried to comfort Zhao Yan.
But to Zhao Yan, this scene was more like a Shura field.
Who would have thought that being a copywriter would still meet a living sufferer.
He let go of Zhao Min and bowed to the two of them.
"You two don't have to belittle yourselves. King Zhao Yan of Qi has long since exhausted his literary imagination and can no longer compose poetry. If you continue to work hard, you will definitely be able to compose an immortal masterpiece!"
"For example, Brother Li...don't you have a friend named Wang Lun...go to Peach Blossom Pond with him to take a look at the water, maybe you will get some inspiration!"
"Brother Su, too. Don't forget Zhang Huaimin!"
"My friend is drunk, please forgive me and say goodbye!"
Zhao Yan finished speaking in a hurry, picked up Zhao Min and left.
Li Qinglian and Su Zizhan were left messy in the wind.
"Hiss...who is this person? Why do you know that I know Wang Lun?"
"Strange, who is Zhang Huaimin?"
Su Zizhan scratched the back of his head and couldn't remember that he knew such a person.
"But he said that King Qi was exhausted from studying and thinking?"
"It is true that all the poems written by King Qi are poems from his youth. Is it true that what he said is true?"
The two looked at each other, half sober from the wine, and Li Qinglian raised her hand to greet them.
"Shopkeeper! Come here and talk!"
