An ordinary small boat flows down from the mouth of Yanboting River and flows into the vast Qinhuai River, which is ten miles away.
The boatman gently moved the oar, and the boat was like a flexible fish swimming on the river. From time to time, boats with the same interest passed by one after another, and the river flowed endlessly.
After Qi Yun boarded the boat, she took off her veil. The beautiful Qi Yun added a few pieces of charcoal to the charcoal stove from time to time without squinting. There were two pots of wine on the charcoal stove. As the charcoal stove heated up, The aroma of wine began to overflow, filling the small canopy.
Liu Mingzhi stared intently at Qi Yun's warm wine, with a ray of tenderness in his eyes. He threw me off the second floor with a disagreement and almost lost his life. Who is the real you, the beautiful lady who never mentions what happened in the misty pavilion, who is single-minded, gentle as jade, bashful, and calm?
Li Yugang's eyes kept wandering around the two of them, showing a meaningful smile from time to time. His eyes could not help but recall something warm, and there was a hint of reminiscence on his old face.
There was a sound of gurgling from the wine pot. Qi Yun held the wine pot with a silk cloth and placed two wine glasses in front of the two of them.
He picked up the flask and began to pour a glass of wine for Li Yugang, and then poured wine for Liu Mingzhi.
"Miss Qi, do it yourself." After saying that, he went to take the wine bottle from Qi Yun's hand. In a hurry, he accidentally caught Qi Yun's wrist. Liu Mingzhi subconsciously let go. Qi Yun also had a delicate body. A shudder.
"Liu Mingzhi, Liu Mingzhi, you call yourself young master all day long, why are you so scared when you touch someone's wrist?"
Qi Yun's face turned red: "Brother, today you and Ming Gong just have to drink and enjoy the scenery, and my little sister can pour the wine for you."
"Then... Then... I'll trouble Miss Qi."
"Okay, okay, I heard that you are going to get married soon? Don't show your affection to me here."
Qi Yun didn't expect Li Yugang's words to be so straightforward. She put down the wine bottle and didn't dare to look at the two of them, and concentrated on stirring the charcoal in the charcoal stove with a copper bar.
If the two of them knew what Liu Mingzhi was thinking, they would probably slap him in the face and scold him, which would be degrading to gentle people. Even if they had such thoughts... Bah, they couldn't even think about it. Another estimate is to let Liu Mingzhi know the palm technique of a move falling from the sky and let him swim out of the Qinhuai River.
Liu Mingzhi picked up the wine glass: "Ming Gong, it's our first time meeting you. I'd like to propose a toast to you." After speaking, he picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
Li Yugang also accompanied Liu Mingzhi for a glass of wine: "The boy of the Liu family, the eldest son of Liu Zhi'an, the richest man in the south of the Yangtze River, I have heard about it. There is a goose in the sky, a river on the ground, and today's rolling Yangtze River passes eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes... ....They are all so different from each other in joking and talking, they cannot be the same."
Li Yugang looked at Liu Mingzhi with scrutiny, and Qi Yun also peeked at Liu Mingzhi from time to time to see how he would explain.
Liu Mingzhi touched his nose. He didn't expect that Li Yugang was so bad at chatting. What do you want me to say?
He laughed twice awkwardly: "Articles are made by nature and come by chance. Sometimes when I get inspired, I might just come up with a poem like this. If I don't have inspiration and my brain is exhausted, I won't be able to produce such a high-quality work." "
"Oh... In that case, looking at the Qinhuai Ten Miles of Smoke, do you think about the hometown of fishermen in the south of the Yangtze River? Do you have any talent or no talent?"
"Ah?" Liu Mingzhi opened his mouth and didn't know what Li Yugang meant by asking this.
Qi Yun hummed softly: "Brother, Ming Gong wants you to compose an impromptu poem? Ming Gong hasn't tested the talents of the younger generation for a long time. Today, since Ming Gong has Ya Xing to test my brother, I don't want you to do it." I disappoint Mr. Ming."
Putting down the wine glass in his hand, Liu Mingzhi scratched his head. What's the matter with the ancients? If they don't agree with each other, they will take a poetry test. Wouldn't you ask me to go to Yanyu Pavilion to provide one-stop service? That's where I'm proficient.
"What's the title?"
Qi Yun glanced at Liu Mingzhi with gentle eyes: "Brother, Ming Gong said that he should compose a poem based on the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan. This is Ming Gong's expectation for brother, brother, please don't refuse."
Liu Mingzhi's face drooped: "Jiang... Jiang... Jiangnan as the title?"
Liu Mingzhi hissed and looked outside the cabin. Jiangnan, a good place, is full of long-legged and beautiful girls. If he takes a look at it, his soul will fly away.
No, no, the number of words is different, this is definitely not possible.
The Qinhuai River is so clear that even the bottom is clear. There are boats on the river and people on the boats.
No, no, it doesn't seem to rhyme very well. Poems are very particular about plainness, so this definitely won't work.
Li Yugang drank a glass of wine from time to time and watched Liu Mingzhi nodding and shaking his head. He knew that he was contemplating the rhyme and verses of the poem, so he didn't bother him.
Qi Yun smiled and Zhuo Yanyan looked at Liu Mingzhi who was deep in thought, and secretly said in her heart: "Raise your glass to the bright moon, and make three people in the shadows. Several early orioles are vying for warmth in the trees, and who's new swallows are pecking at the spring mud. The rolling water of the Yangtze River is passing eastward. , The waves swept away all the heroes. I thought you just wrote poems with a great style, but I didn’t expect you to be so good at poetry. There are dozens of poems with the theme of Jiangnan in existence. What kind of masterpiece will you make? "
Liu Mingzhi pondered for a long time, and read out four lines of the poem in a trembling voice: "The south of the Yangtze River is really beautiful, Qinhuai and Huaihei are all water. Willows are hanging on the shore, and the stamens are blooming under the willows."
Li Yugang spit out a mouthful of wine and choked and coughed repeatedly. Qi Yun also opened her lips slightly, looking at Liu Mingzhi with beautiful eyes, showing the slightest bit of shock.
