He Has a Dragon

When the boy brought the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, the fat shopkeeper said to Wang Le with a smile on his face: "Please!"

At this time, Wang Le smiled, then looked at the young man who stepped aside, and asked calmly: "Can you write?"

The boy was stunned, then nodded subconsciously and said, "I can write."

Wang Le smiled and gave up his seat and said, "I want you to write."

"Uh!" The young man and the fat shopkeeper looked surprised at the same time, wondering whether the young man named Wang had ugly handwriting and was embarrassed to show it to others.

At this time, of course Wang Le would not tell everyone that he could not write Aolaiguo's characters at all.

Just when the fat shopkeeper nodded in agreement and the young man was about to step forward to write, the old man with a gray beard smiled and said: "Let me do it!"

The fat shopkeeper immediately smiled and said: "Master Luo is one of the best calligraphers in the world. Now that you are the one to write the calligraphy, that is the best thing."

After a pause, the fat shopkeeper couldn't help but look at Wang Le and continued: "Mr. Wang, I hope that the next poem you write will not insult Mr. Luo's calligraphy!"

Wang Le smiled silently, and then politely thanked Mr. Luo for taking the initiative and said, "That's troublesome, Mr. Luo."

Mr. Luo smiled and stroked his gray beard and said: "I just heard a poem with the theme of autumn by my little friend in front of the door. It was quite amazing. That's why I have a heart to cherish talents and have the urge to write poems for you. ."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Luo came to the table and spread out the paper. The boy next to him quickly stepped forward to grind the ink for him.

And during this process, the guests in the Wenkui Tower box couldn't help but whisper.

"The wild boy who came out of nowhere wants to drink the thunder and dew from Wenkui Tower. It's really weird."

"The most talented literati in the Aolai Kingdom are all here in the imperial capital, but in the past ten years, no one has been able to drink the thunder and rain."

"This kid is new here. He must not know how much he will pay if he can't write a poem that can make people drink thunder and rain!"

"Haha, in the past ten years, there have been fewer and fewer literati who have come to Wenkui Tower to write poems and drink thunder and dew. That's because if they fail, their future will be ruined at least, and their lives will be at risk at worst!"

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All these discussions from the guests in the building reached Wang Le's ears without exception.

But the fat shopkeeper and others around him noticed that Wang Le's expression remained unchanged and he looked confident that he was in control.

This made the fat shopkeeper murmur in his heart, you are either really capable, or you are just a famous actress with superb acting skills!

Faced with the questions from the guests in the building, Wang Le remained silent without any response.

Anyway, it’s a mule or a horse, you’ll know after taking a walk.

I believe these doubts will disappear by then!

Just like that, after everything was ready, Wang Le slowly came to the opposite side of Mr. Luo who picked up the pen, cleared his throat, and then recited aloud in a leisurely and unhurried voice: "A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date" . Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and face the shadow as three people..."

As Wang Le chanted the poem, the entire Wenkui Building fell silent.

In this royal capital where literary style flourishes, although not everyone can compose poetry, they have never eaten pork and seen pigs running around, so they still have the basic ability to distinguish between them.

And these guests who can enter Wenkui Tower are either rich or noble.

His discerning ability is even better, and there are many literati and elegant scholars who are masters of poetry and Taoism.

"We will never travel without love, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan."

When Wang Le finished reading the last sentence, all the guests in the building were stunned.

At this moment, everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Wang Le.

Wang Le glanced at the stunned guests around him, and couldn't help but chuckle in his heart: "I have copied the classic "Drinking Alone under the Moon" from the classics of the poet Li Bai. If this does not qualify you to drink thunder and dew, then what? It shows that you people are really blind."

Obviously, the eyes of the guests at Wenkui Tower are bright!

"good!"

"Raise a glass to the bright moon and make three people in the shadow! Wonderful! Wonderful!"

"What a poem! I didn't expect that one day I would be able to read such a beautiful poem. I am so enlightened!"

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Amidst the applause, Mr. Luo, who was already flushed with excitement, finally finished writing "Drinking Alone under the Moon". The first thing he did when he put down his pen was to applaud and praise: "This poem, needless to say, is enough to qualify it." Drink that thunder and rain!”

After a pause, Mr. Luo looked at his companion and asked with a smile: "Brother Tang, what do you think?"

Mr. Tang, with his bright eyes, looked at Wang Le with admiration and said, "This little friend Wang is so talented at such a young age. It's really enviable."

After a pause, Mr. Tang continued: "This poem with the theme of wine is so penetrating that it goes straight into people's hearts. It is indeed qualified to drink the thunderous rain and dew of Wenkui Tower."

Having said this, Mr. Tang looked at the fat shopkeeper, and then said with a smile: "Shopkeeper Yan, I and Brother Luo unanimously believe that this poem is enough to drink the thunder and rain."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Luo smiled and said, "Looking at the reactions of the guests in the building, they obviously agree with us."

Obviously, the guests at Wenkui Tower all knew the two old men Luo Tang, so they all nodded in agreement and shouted loudly to quickly take out the Thunder Rain Dew.

After all, no customer in Wenkui Tower has had Thunder Rain Dew for ten years. Since he bumped into it today, of course he had to experience it.

Seeing this, the fat shopkeeper nodded with a smile and said: "Since everyone thinks Mr. Wang is qualified to drink Thunder Rain Dew, then Yan will go and take Thunder Rain Dew out of the wine cellar."

Just as the fat shopkeeper turned to leave, Wang Le smiled and said, "Please shopkeeper Yan bring a few more jars of thunder and rain, and I would like to invite Mr. Luo and Tang to drink together."

"Uh!" Shopkeeper Yan paused, then refused with an apologetic expression: "I'm sorry, Mr. Wang, I can only bring out a jar of two kilograms of Thunder Rain Dew."

"Uh! Why can't you get a few more jars? Didn't you say that if you write a poem that is recognized as good, you are qualified to drink this thunder and rain? Why can you only get one jar now?"

Wang Le frowned slightly and asked in a bad tone.

Before Shopkeeper Yan could open his mouth to explain, Mr. Luo smiled and said, "That's because Lao Yan forgot to tell you, my little friend, that a poem can be exchanged for a jar of thunder, rain, and dew."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Tang followed behind and said: "It is very rare to write a recognized good poem. It is even more difficult to write two good poems in a row. That's why I was able to drink it last time." The two altars of thunder and dew happened more than thirty years ago, and Lao Yan had not yet come to Wenkui Tower at that time!"

Shopkeeper Yan nodded hurriedly and said: "That's right, that's right."

At this time, Mr. Tang looked at Wang Le and said with a smile: "A jar of thunder and rain dew is enough. Let's just taste it and taste it."

Mr. Luo, who was standing in front of the table, was stroking his gray beard and smiling without saying a word, obviously agreeing with Mr. Tang's opinion.

At this time, Wang Le shook his head without hesitation and said: "Drink as much as you can. There's no point in just trying!"

After a pause, Wang Le touched his chin with a strange expression, looked at Shopkeeper Yan and suddenly asked: "As long as I can write one more poem that is recognized as a good one, can I drink one more jar of thunder and rain?"

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