[Liao Zhai] White Tiger

"Little uncle, you should just accompany me~ My friends have heard of your reputation long ago, and have been begging me to see you..."

"I said I agreed."

"...Huh? Oh, you promised?!"

Bai Hao, who didn't hear clearly, was still persuading, and didn't react until he was interrupted by Bai Jingyang.

Bai Jingyang nodded helplessly.

Bai Hao suddenly looked surprised. He relied on his good appearance, and when he asked for help, he was always successful. It was difficult for anyone to refuse his deliberate flattery, until he met Bai Jingyang.

This person is not good at anything, and looks better than himself, let him pretend to be good for so many days, and still treat him coldly, this can't help but make Bai Hao feel extremely frustrated.

It was more uncomfortable than being threatened by a big tiger. Even so, he became more frustrated and courageous, and he was still thick-skinned to pester the other party, so that Bai Jingyang agreed so simply just now, which made him feel very unreal, and then came to his heart. It was a burst of joy and a sense of accomplishment, more than being praised by the grandfather and rewarded with a large amount of pocket money.

After the excitement, Bai Hao couldn't help wondering if he was a masochist?

You have been abused by Bai Jingyang a lot, so if you give him a little sweetness, will you be successful?

On the bright side, though, their plan is finally taking its first steps toward success.

Bai Hao hurriedly and quietly sent a servant to contact his cronies, make some preparations first, and then he followed Bai Jingyang, riding on the saddle.

Bai Jingyang: "When will poetry be?"

Bai Hao: "Huh? Oh, every month. This month happens to be held today. Let's prepare our horses and change our clothes. Now it's too late."

Therefore, Bai Jingyang put away the "Dictionary of Gods and Monsters of the Three Realms", and after calming down his irritable second brother, he went back to the house and took off his overly casual robe, and put on a moon-white costume. , as graceful as a good son in troubled times.

Even Bai Hao, who was used to seeing beauties, couldn't help being stunned for a moment after seeing beauties, and stood blankly for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.

Then, he brought Bai Jingyang to the famous Jiuxianju in the imperial city.

Jiuxianju has a long history. It is said that a hundred years ago, it was just a small teahouse on the side of the road, until one day a villain came to beg for a drink. Ordinary people would pour down a glass of strong wine, but this villain drank the whole jug, and became more energetic. The boss admired his good drinking capacity, so he took out all ten jugs for him to drink.

The villain's eyes lit up, he drank ten jars of spirits in one go, and was already half drunk, then he used a sword as a substitute to carve the word "good wine" on the big stone at the door, and then it turned into a golden light and disappeared on the horizon.

The boss was startled, picked up the wine bowl and jar that the villain had drank, and saw that they were all made of gold. He immediately knelt down on the ground and shouted, "The wine fairy has appeared!"

Relying on the gold left by the Jiuxian and his own superb brewing skills, the boss expanded the scale of the teahouse, changed it into a restaurant, and renamed it "Jiuxianju".

Bai Jing, who followed Bai Hao, was a little disappointed when he saw that the so-called "fun place" turned out to be Jiuxianju.

He has been to this restaurant with his father and brothers a few days ago. To be honest, the drinks are good and the dishes are really average.

Bai Jingyang suddenly felt a little lack of interest.

However, after Bai Hao walked into Jiuxianju, he didn't take him to sit down and order food. Instead, after making eye contact with the boss, he went straight to the back and came to a small garden surrounded by flowers and plants. In the bamboo pavilion, there are several table cases, on which are placed the Four Treasures of the Study, which looks very quiet and elegant.

Bai Jingyang looked around and felt that this was probably equivalent to an ancient private club.

"Brother Bai Hao, you're finally here!" In the bamboo pavilion, a young man in brocade attire led a group of people to greet him warmly.

When he walked down and saw Bai Jingyang next to him, his eyes lit up immediately, and he saw the young man in white clothes with his temples cut like a knife, his eyebrows like black ink, standing there quietly, making it difficult to move his eyes away.

"Here, this is the famous Northwest genius doctor Bai Sangong, right?"

Seeing Bai Jingyang's good looks, the dandies became even more excited.

"Yes, this is my little uncle Bai Jingyang." Bai Hao immediately introduced them excitedly, and they all looked at each other with mischievous expressions quietly.

"Brother Jingyang, come quickly, how about the poem we just made?" The dandies greeted him affectionately.

Bai Jingyang followed them to the bamboo pavilion calmly, regretting in his heart that he agreed to Bai Hao to come out, there was nothing delicious here, and he was not at all interested in drinking and reciting poems, in a word, he was downright boring.

On the table in the middle of the bamboo pavilion are several poems that have already been written, some of which are still wet, obviously just finished.

Bai Jingyang glanced over, couldn't help raising his eyebrows, his lips curled into a smile.

These dandies are quite interesting. Although I don’t know what they are trying to do to invite him here, I can tell at a glance that these people are not the kind of people who like to read books, let alone such elegant things as holding a poetry meeting every month. Now they are pretending Put it out, but the poems are all made by myself, and they are not faked by human hands.

This was somewhat beyond his expectation.

As for why Bai Jingyang, who hadn't seen them start writing, was so determined?Because on the desk case, apart from the top few poems, the bottom ones are all obscene poems, and the words and sentences are extremely evocative.

In this era, although it will be regarded as obscene, if it can be passed on for thousands of years, and the future of information exchange is developed, it will definitely be regarded as the originator of Xiaohuangwen by young people, and every sentence will be hailed as a classic.

Bai Jingyang smiled secretly, and was about to pull out the manuscript that was pressed at the bottom, but Jin Yidan pointed to the top poem and praised it.

"This song is the top song we judged last month, and it is exactly the work of Brother Bai Hao."

Bai Hao immediately puffed out his chest, a bit like showing off in front of his little uncle, waiting for his compliment.

Upon hearing this, Bai Jingyang subconsciously shifted his gaze from the bottom to this article.

He frowned without taking a second look. To be honest, this poem is not as attractive as the little yellow poem below. The whole poem is full of flowers and grass, red and green. It's just moaning without illness, it doesn't look like a poem written by a big man at all.

Even if it is a little girl in the boudoir, the kind of poems written by yearning and loving children are more fluent and natural than this one, touching people's hearts.

Bai Hao rubbed his nose and boasted, "Although I'm not diligent enough in reading, I'm still quite talented in poetry."

Bai Jingyang glanced at him with a half-smile, and said mercilessly: "If this is the level of the leader of your poetry society, I don't think there is any need for me to stay."

Bai Hao's face froze: "You, what do you mean?"

What responded to him was Bai Jingyang with a slightly mocking expression, full of hatred.

The group of dandies behind him immediately groaned for their friends: "Sir Bai is really outspoken, since you think our leader's poem is not good, why don't you compose one yourself to give us a lot of insight?"

"That's right, come and compose a song!"

Bai Jingyang raised his chin and showed a conceited expression to them: "Only you are not worthy of me composing poems myself. I suggest that some people read my elder brother's poems before writing, so that they will know what is beyond the sky, and there are people beyond others. What kind of poetry is a pile of gorgeous rhetoric piled up indiscriminately?"

The dandies said disdainfully: "What poem did your elder brother write? It's really as good as you blow it up, show it to us to see and see."

Bai Jingyang looked proud: "Shanzang Layman's name, you haven't heard of it, have you?"

The dandies suddenly went into an uproar, the entire imperial city, or the streets and alleys, even people who have never read books have heard of Shanzang Layman.

The reason is that Shanzang Layman’s reputation is too great. His poems are majestic and his articles are exquisite. The price of a thousand dollars.

There was once an old woman who sold pastries got a picture of his calligraphy by accident, and became rich, and the whole family lived a prosperous life.

Therefore, in addition to the upper class, his reputation is also very famous among the common people, and even has a bit of mythology. Same, salted fish turned around.

Unexpectedly, this mysterious Shanzang layman turned out to be Bai Jingyang's eldest brother, Bai Jingze, the eldest son of General Bai.

"What evidence do you have to prove that your eldest brother is a layman in Shanzang? How do we know that you are not lying?"

The dandies still couldn't believe it. Everyone knew that his elder brother fought with his father, General Bai. He was a brave and fierce general. How could he turn around and have a relationship with the great writer?

Bai Jingyang unfolded a folding fan he just brought casually, and there was a poem on the fan, which was written by his elder brother himself when he was bored, and he also stamped it privately.

Although Big Brother Bai doesn't look careless on the surface, he is indeed very talented in this area, and he can be famous all over the world even if he doesn't put much effort into it.

Even the name Shanzang Layman was randomly picked by him from the poem "Shanzang White Tiger Yunzang Temple", which is not as profound as outsiders guessed.

After confirming that the handwriting and seal on it were genuine, the dude's eyes almost turned red. How much is this small fan worth? !How can you throw it up and down so casually, and don't even wear a fan cover on your waist?If it is worn out, it will be all white silver! !

The dandies were covering their faces and screaming, but after thinking about it, Layman Cangshan is a big brother, and the authentic works that can be obtained casually will not be cherished too much, so why don't they take this opportunity to build a good relationship with Bai Jingyang Well, it seems that he is not a stingy person, as long as he casually leaks a few words from the other party's nails, it will be enough to squander it for a while.

You must know that even if you are a dude in the imperial city, if you are not in charge of your family, the money in your hands is often not enough to spend on monthly bills alone.

All of a sudden, they were all a little moved, showing some flattering gestures towards Bai Jingyang.

Bai Hao, who was ignored, turned his back on purpose, and couldn't help showing a distorted and jealous expression.