Fast through the white moonlight: boss, pick up the morals

Chapter 521 Iron Horse Glacier Comes to Dream (11)

"When I get to this point, I will gesture to you, and you will write on the paper 'The short paper is slanted to make grass, and the clear window and thin milk play to share the tea'..." She whispered to Qi Zhou.

That is Lu Fangweng's "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an". This sentence is about making tea and tasting tea.

But when she saw her, she said again: "Do you know anything else? Write a few more sentences later, and don't write for now."

Yicha Niang could speak Lu Fangweng's poems casually, and Qi Zhou once again realized that this little girl's level is extraordinary.Although lazy, but surprisingly good memory.If you are a man, you will receive orthodox teaching.I don't know how it will grow up.

He nodded and said good.

Li Weixi found a place in the corner, spread out the rice paper and tea leaves, lowered his eyebrows, and sang slowly.

Although Qi Zhousheng is fair-faced, handsome and frivolous, he is really a rough person and knows nothing about music theory.He couldn't tell anything about Li Weixi's singing.He would rather write poetry than this.

But there is no doubt that she sings very well.Her voice was already ethereal, changing several tones, with ups and downs, as if she was singing a soul-stirring song of love, hate and parting.

Although the market was lively, Li Weixi's voice was not high and he was in a corner.But in the busy city, the rare silence turned into a bright color, and people frequently looked back to find the source of the sound.

It's just a tea lady.

Seeing this, Li Weixi made a gesture.Qi Zhou rolled up his sleeves and came with a pen——

The taste of the world has been like a gauze for years, who makes the horseback rider Beijing?
Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, and Shenxiang sold apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty.

Dwarf paper lays in a sloping row for grass, and fine windows divide the tea into tea.

Su Yi couldn't help but sigh, and she could arrive home as if she was Qingming.

Li Weixi only asked him to write the neck couplet, but he kept silent for the whole poem.The words are as light as a surprise, but they are as smooth as a pen, with extraordinary fluency.

She changed her singing style and became more tactful.Qi Zhou wrote another poem:
The spring is not old, the wind is thin and the willows are slanting.Try to look on the stage aloof, half a ditch of spring water, a city of flowers.Amidst the rain, a thousand families are dark.

After the cold food, the wine sobered up but consulted.Hugh thinks about his old country, and will try new tea with new fire.Poetry and wine take advantage of their time.

Some people had already become interested in this tea, but Li Weixi was still singing, and he couldn't bear to be disturbed, so he stood in front of the booth with the others, looking forward to the end of the song.

Li Weixi smiled generously just now, and quoted the price of the tea.

Later Qi Zhou finally understood why Li Weixi only asked him to write two poems.After that, she said that she would only send letters when she sold tea.

When it was not long enough, the bamboo basket ran out, and the ink and rice paper were also used up, but her plan was just right.

Li Weixi cleared her throat, pulled Qi Zhou's sleeve and said with a smile: "Let's go, I'll go and comfort you, it's hard work."

The way Qi Zhou looked at Li Weixi changed a lot.

He couldn't imagine how she came up with such an idea.Playing some lazy tricks is something only she would do, but she is really smart and surprising.

On the second floor of the tavern, a group of people sat around two or three storytellers.The storyteller held a ruler in each hand and knocked loudly.

"Now we have to run for our lives - General Qi has already been killed by that barbarian, and we can't even see his body. Can we be far away from our demise?"

"However, the last battle of General Qi was unmatched. At that time, there were only a few soldiers left on our side, and General Qi killed the siege by himself, captured the barbarian general alive, and chopped off his head..."

[The author has something to say]

That's how November ended.

I said it before in more than 200 chapters, and then I also wrote an update to follow the fate in my testimonials. I don’t know if you guys are mentally prepared orz.From tomorrow, that is, next month, there will be a daily update of [-].

I'm really a little tired. If I don't move my focus, I can't look directly at my 54-point math paper orz, so I want to put the text away first, and I will calm down for a month. Winter vacation at the latest, maybe one The update will resume every month, and then we will increase the volume during the winter vacation.

I don't ask you to continue chasing, but thank you for your encouragement and support.Please believe me, as long as I have time, I will keep writing.

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