He Has a Dragon

"How's it going? Isn't this poem pretty good?"

Wang Le looked at the fat shopkeeper and the boy who looked shocked, and asked with a smile.

Before coming to Wenkui Tower, Wang Le used his spiritual consciousness to roughly understand the cultural atmosphere and level of Aolai Country from the chats in teahouses and restaurants in the city.

Then I discovered that it is very similar to the feudal dynasty era of China. The biggest difference is that there are no cultural celebrities in Chinese history here.

In other words, Tang poetry and Song lyrics appearing here are original.

In this case, Wang Le must have done his part and vowed to be a porter of literature so that he could have a meal in Wenkui Tower.

As his mind wandered, Wang Le saw that the fat shopkeeper and the boy were still in a daze. He couldn't help but frowned slightly and said, "What's wrong? Whether it's good or bad, I have to give him a happy word!"

The fat shopkeeper who finally came to his senses quickly nodded and admitted: "I have never heard of this poem before. It is obviously your creation."

After a pause, the fat shopkeeper continued: "This poem with the theme of autumn is indeed a rare masterpiece. It seems that you are really a master of this art."

Wang Le smiled and said nothing. Of course he would not tell the other party that this "Autumn Poems" was written by Liu Yuxi, a famous poet.

Of course, this "Autumn Poems" is definitely not as famous as "Inscription on a Humble Room" written by Liu Yuxi.

But to enter the gate of Wenkui Tower, in Wang Le's opinion, a song "Autumn Poems" is enough.

Seeing the fat shopkeeper's nod of approval, Wang Le was about to cross the threshold and enter Wenkui Building, when he saw two old men beside him who had been silent for the whole time. One of them suddenly said: "Little friend, stay!"

Wang Le paused, looked at the other party and asked with a faint smile: "Senior, what do you have to say?"

I saw this old man with a ruddy complexion and bright eyes looking at Wang Le seriously and asking: "My little friend, can you prepare a poem to pay for the wine?"

"Uh!" Wang Le raised his brows and looked at the other party and the fat shopkeeper with a hint of confusion, and couldn't help but ask: "Is there any rules here?"

Before the old man could speak, the fat shopkeeper rushed to respond with a smile on his face: "Then it depends on what kind of wine you want to drink."

Wang Le replied without hesitation: "Of course you have to drink good wine when drinking, otherwise it will be boring."

Then another short old man touched his gray beard and said with a slight smile: "The best wine in Wenkui Tower is not so easy to drink. This is not just about writing a poem."

Wang Le smiled softly and replied calmly: "What I am best at is writing poetry. Today, Mr. Wang is determined to drink the best wine in Wenkui Tower."

After a pause, Wang Le looked at the fat shopkeeper and said, "If there is anything in this, just mark it down and follow it up."

The fat shopkeeper couldn't help but look Wang Le up and down with a scrutinizing look on his face, and asked slowly: "Are you sure you want to drink the best wine in Wenkui House?"

Wang Le replied calmly: "Since you have come to the Imperial City, of course you have to try the good things here. Otherwise, wouldn't your visit be in vain?!"

When the fat shopkeeper saw that Wang Le didn't look like he was joking, he looked at him with a serious face and said: "If you want to drink the best wine in Wenkui Building, you must write a song with the theme of wine and get the best wine." Only poetry that is recognized by everyone as good will do.”

"Wine is the theme?" Wang Le touched his nose with a strange expression and almost laughed out loud. He couldn't help but mutter to himself: "There shouldn't be too many classics about wine in Tang poetry and Song lyrics.

I can calm you down by just picking out a song! "

Having said this, the fat shopkeeper looked at the two old men who had not left, and said respectfully: "With these two old men here, I believe we will get the most fair judgment!"

Just when Wang Le's eyes fell on these two old men, the fat shopkeeper took the initiative to introduce them: "The two old men are the literary giants of my proud country, and they have left countless classics."

Wang Le politely held up his hands and said with a smile: "Then I'll trouble you two to be the judge."

At this time, the old man with bright eyes smiled and said: "If you win, can you ask for a drink?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the short old man with a gray beard said, "Yes, I haven't drunk Wenkui Lou's thunder and dew for some years."

"Thunder Rain and Dew." Wang Le muttered silently in his mind, thinking that this was the best drink name in Wenkui Tower.

At this moment, Wang Le couldn't help but think of the saying that thunder, rain and dew are all your kindness.

At this moment, the fat shopkeeper opened his mouth again and explained to Wang Le: "The formula of our Wenkui Lou Thunder Rain Dew comes from the hands of the national master. It is a unique and unique wine in the world."

"So if you want to drink this thunder and rain, you don't have to be rich, but you have to be talented enough to be qualified to drink this fairy brew!"

"Uh! Imperial Master?" Wang Le couldn't help but a strange look flashed in his eyes, and he thought to himself in surprise: "This Imperial Master Yunhu is really a wonderful person, and he is also a literary and artistic slut!"

As his mind wandered, Wang Le couldn't help but touch his nose again out of habit, and then asked: "This is a poem for entering the door, and I want to drink the best wine in Wenkui Tower. Thunder Rain and Dew has another poem, and that is called the food on the table." , do I have to write another song?”

The fat shopkeeper smiled and shook his head and said: "As long as you can write a poem that can make people drink thunder and rain, you can taste the delicacies of Wenkuilou for free!"

Wang Le smiled softly and replied: "I never like to be in debt. It's just one more poem. It's no big deal."

Then I saw Wang Le walking into Wenkui Building, laughing loudly and saying: "Shopkeeper, prepare the thunder, rain and dew!"

The fat shopkeeper was startled at first, and then muttered to himself full of doubt: "Humph! You are a young, frivolous, and arrogant boy. The last time a customer drank Thunder Rain Dew at our Wenkui Building was five years ago."

After a pause, the fat shopkeeper looked at the boy next to him and ordered: "Go and prepare pen and paper for this guest."

After finishing speaking, the fat shopkeeper respectfully invited the two elders to re-enter the Wenkui Building...

After a while, all the guests in Wenkui Building knew that someone wanted to drink Thunder Rain Dew.

The entire Wenkui Building has five floors. Except for the lobby on the first floor, the other floors are separated into private rooms.

These private rooms have front and rear windows. The front windows can see the scenery outside the restaurant, and when the rear windows are opened, you can see the lobby on the first floor.

At this time, in order to facilitate guests to watch the stage located in the lobby on the first floor, there were often performances by famous actors and actresses.

Back to business, when Wang Le, Fat Shopkeeper and others arrived at a vacant dining table in the hall on the first floor, the opera singer standing on the stage stopped in time.

At this moment, everyone's eyes couldn't help but fall on Wang Le who was standing in front of the table.