At the wine table, Luo Zhang exchanged glasses with everyone.
"Oh, when I think of the days when I was in prison with Luo Zhang a few years ago, it feels like yesterday. I didn't expect that Luo Zhang has grown to this point just now. I really can't even think about it!"
After drinking for three rounds, Li Xiaogong said with emotion that he was the only one at the wine table who could say this now. Others wanted to say that they could no longer say this. After all, Luo Zhang's current status is not the same as before. .
Luo Zhang picked up the wine glass and shook his head with a smile: "Old man Li, you didn't drink too much, and now you are starting to reflect on life? Are you getting older and like to reminisce?"
"You stinky boy, can't I express my feelings for you, old man? Aren't you trying to be a bit literary? Can't you?" Li Xiaogong scolded with a smile.
The rest of the people at the wine table also smiled. Indeed, these days, Li Xiaogong has become fond of music, chess, calligraphy and painting again. He no longer likes eating, drinking and having fun as before. He seems to have changed his personality, which surprised everyone who is familiar with him.
However, liking it is one thing, but being proficient is another!
Li Xiaogong's music, chess, calligraphy and painting are hard to praise, but no one dares to say anything more, and they have to keep saying good things, which is very troublesome.
Luo Zhang was also surprised to hear that Li Xiaogong actually fell in love with chess, calligraphy and painting.
No, Li Xiaogong drank a few glasses of wine and gave a live performance, clamoring to open Luo Zhang's eyes.
Directly calling for pen and ink service, Luo Zhang also wanted to see Li Xiaogong's level, so he called the servants to bring the table and got pen and ink paper and inkstones.
When Luo Zhang saw the calligraphy written by Li Xiaogong, he couldn't help but roll his eyes and smiled bitterly in his heart.
"I said Old Man Li, is this the calligraphy you're talking about?" Luo Zhang mocked.
However, Li Xiaogong seemed not to understand and said with a smile: "How about it? It's well written. People like me who have read calligraphy say it's good."
"Aren't you a good poet? Come on, how about writing a calligraphy poem for me?" Li Xiaogong put down his brush and looked at Luo Zhangdao.
"Uh, this..." Luo Zhang opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. He had seen thick-skinned people, but never such a thick-skinned person. He still had to compose a poem by himself?
If I get him a poem that mocks him, I'm sure this old guy will come to his door the next day.
After coughing dryly, Luo Zhang hurriedly said: "I'm a little unfamiliar these days. Let me think about it carefully before I compose a song for you!"
"Then tell me how I write this word?"
"Well, good, very good, you have everyone's style!" Luo Zhang said against his will.
He now understood why everyone on the side looked weird when Li Xiaogong said he wanted to write just now. It turned out to be because Li Xiaogong's handwriting was too unflattering!
But the writing is not good, can you say it is not good? Of course not. If this is not the case, Li Xiaogong has a bad temper.
This is the Prince of Hejian County, not a cat or a dog. No matter how good his writing is, it will still be popular when he sells it, and people will rush to buy it.
After all, the words written by the prince are not good, do you think? It's a matter of honor to take it out. Tell it to me that I have a relationship with the prince. Based on this, it's worth spending more money to buy it.
Didn't you see that the people around Luo Zhang were all cheering? Their cheers were much louder than Luo Zhang's. Luo Zhang really couldn't shout. What he just shouted was just to give Li Xiaogong face.
Listening to the applause of the people around him, Luo Zhang had goosebumps all over his body and rolled his eyes.
"Bring the wine. If there is wine, there are good words. I will write another one for you to see today!" Li Xiaogong couldn't help but blush as he was complimented by so many people. He was extremely happy.
Luo Zhang was very helpless. Why did this old guy become interested in music, chess, calligraphy and painting as he got older? You said it would be great if you like to make money. This music, chess, calligraphy and painting has nothing to do with him.
Luo Zhangke couldn't stand the compliments from these people, so he slowly withdrew from the crowd, returned to the table and sat down. He couldn't help but be a little surprised. On the side, Cheng Yaojin was eating and drinking, not joining in the fun at all.
I'm afraid this is the only one who doesn't like Li Xiaogong.
"Why, you can't stand it anymore?" Cheng Yaojin chuckled.
Luo Zhang smiled bitterly and shook his head without saying anything. He really didn't know how to evaluate it.
The banquet turned out to be a place for Li Xiaogong to perform his talents. Many people stopped eating and came to watch Li Xiaogong write.
Luo Zhang was puzzled. Are these people blind? Can they write well? But this society, whether it is the Tang Dynasty or later generations, is the same.
By the time the banquet was over, Li Xiaogong still hadn't tried his best. If Luo Zhang hadn't told him to give him two bottles of wine to drink at home, he wouldn't have wanted to leave.
