Soldiers Card System

Because he was drunk, Su Lu's voice was bold and unscrupulous, and his voice overwhelmed the hustle and bustle of the Long Street and drowned the bustling inside and outside of the Drunk Red Building.

Inside and outside the drunk red building, it was quiet.

The Tang people love poetry, and the Han people also love poetry. Although they are not as crazy as the Tang people who chase stars, they are also enthusiastic enough.

Hearing the poems read by Su Lu, inside and outside the restaurant, merchants inviting people to drink, singers far away from home, officials thousands of miles away from home, and imperial soldiers who left their homes to join the army, most of them remembered this first ambassador to Beijing in silence.

Xie Ruyu's cheeks were red. I don't know if it was because of drinking, or because he was excited by hearing Su Lu's poem up close. His eyes swept over the guards in the private room. The two guards rushed out and went to the shopkeeper for writing.

After a while, in the hustle and bustle of the sound outside the door of the room, two guards entered the room with paper and pen, followed by a long-bearded shopkeeper. Seeing Xie Ruyu's sullen appearance, the shopkeeper bowed and bowed again and again.

The dishes and tea cups on the table have been removed, the oily and water stains have also been wiped clean, the rice paper spread out, and Xie Ruyu rubbed the ink.

Changning stood aside, silently reciting the phrase "Ping Jun's Word" to report peace, teardrops already wet his cheeks.

Su Lu picked up the brush, dipped it in the ink, and wrote the envoy to Beijing with his handle.

My current state of mind is the same as Cen Shen's mood on the road to the Western Regions back then. My hometown looks a long way to the east, and my mood of missing my hometown becomes more and more serious as the road drifts away.

With a few splashes of ink, in a blink of an eye, I finished writing the first time I came to Beijing.

Su Lu threw a pen and paper, and sat down on the chair with heavy eyelids and groggy, and fell asleep.

Xie Ruyu’s cheeks were full of surprises. He dropped the inkstone and carefully looked at the poem on the rice paper. Whenever he entered Beijing, the poem was completely written on the rice paper. Except for the inscription, it was already perfect.

Reaching out and picking up the rice paper, Xie Ruyu dried the ink and carefully rolled the rice paper.

The shopkeeper of the drunk red building looked like he wanted to stop but didn’t dare to stop it: "My son, can this poem be hung in my restaurant for a few days, and I will be free of money for wine in my restaurant from now on. I only ask the son to hang it up in my restaurant. sky."

Xie Ruyu was unmoved, took off the jade pendant hanging around his waist, and tied the rice paper with the thread on the jade pendant.

"Brother Su, I'm here, did you write the poem just now for both of us? Every envoy to Beijing, haha, it's both of us, no one can grab it."

The loud voices of Zhao Pu and Li Lin resounded outside the door.

Li Lin pushed the door in, his expression excited: "I'm a positive agent, and the poems are for me. Don't try to **** it from me."

"Hey, why did Brother Su fall asleep?"

When Zhao Pu comes in, he will wake up Su Lu.

Changning unfolded the sword in his hand, opened Zhao Pu's hand, Xiumu looked at the rice paper in Xie Ruyu's hand: "My lord has finished writing the envoy to Beijing, and it is in the hands of the Tang Dynasty envoy Xie Ruyu."

Li Lin was furious: "Hey, the envoy, put down Master Su's words, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless."

Xie Ruyu glanced at Li Lin and sneered: "I'll take a look at you."

Several Tang Guo guards gathered around, pressing their hands on the handle of the knife, looking like they would shoot at any time.

Zhao Pu's eyes turned, and he quickly separated the two and said, "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, don't be angry with the two of you, it hurts your harmony."

"This envoy, let us take a look at Brother Su's writing. This poem was written for both of us. You can't deny it."

Xie Ruyu squeezed the rice paper and hesitated for a while. The noise of the crowd watching the excitement grew louder and louder. When Su Lu was reading the poems, everyone heard it, and was attracted to see Su Lu. Now that he knew there was a real story, he was naturally thinking about it. Take a look.

Zhao Pu also took advantage of the excitement: "Let everyone take a look, Envoy Sir, Brother Su didn't say that this poem was written for you, and you can't occupy this poem just because you are handsome."

While talking, Zhao Pu approached Xie Ruyu.

"Huh"

A Tang Guo guard swung a knife and cut it between Xie Ruyu and Zhao Pu, causing Zhao Pu's outstretched hand to retreat halfway and return without success.

"Hands on"

Zhao Pu roared, drew his waist knife, blocking the two guards, and at the same time pulled Li Lin to let him grab the rice paper.

Li Lin was stunned for a moment, and the next moment it was also a tiger roar, and pounced on Xie Ruyu.

"Wow"

Xie Ruyu's eyes were sharp, and he kicked the chair next to him when he lifted his foot.

Li Lin clenched his fists with both hands, retracted to protect the door, and the chair slammed on his arms, cracking into pieces of wood with a click.

The shopkeeper of Zuihonglou is depressed to death: "Don't fight, dear masters, small shops and small businesses, but you can't bear to smash them like this, if you want everyone to be authentic, you can go outside and make a trick."

The shopkeeper of Zuihonglou complained of suffering, but he kept moving to the side of Su Lu, picked up a stool, and looked like a loyal guardian of Su Lu. Since the request for Xie Ruyu failed, the shopkeeper of Zuihonglou made up his mind to ask Sulu.

As long as he can make the master happy, and he writes the adverbs, it is enough to make his restaurant famous.

Changning held a sword with his sword beside Su Lu, but his eyes were running with the rice paper in Xie Ruyu's hand.

Su Ge took the princess's Shangshan Early Travel, but he had asked the calligraphy and painting shop outside to estimate the price. At that time, the boss had to pay a hundred taels of silver to buy Shangshan Early Travel.

According to the boss, that pair of characters is now worth a few hundred taels, but after a few years, after Su Lu's name becomes the world, it will be invaluable. If Su Luneng died young, it would be even more valuable. Up.

Changning believes that this character is more valuable. Tang Dynasty envoys fought with envoys to Beijing to fight for the calligraphy and painting. Even if the character is allused, it can only be more valuable.

As for asking Su Lu to write another copy for himself, Changning had already thought about it a long time ago. It must be written. It is something in the bag. As for this copy, it would be better to grab it.

"boom"

Zhao Pu finally couldn't stop a few Tang Guo guards, but was beaten out by a few people. But here is the boundary of the Han country, and Zhao Pu is the envoy to Beijing. They didn't dare to attack him, they just knocked Zhao Pu into the air.

As soon as a group of Tang Guo guards rushed forward, Li Lin was beaten into the air.

Difficult brothers lay in the corner with a look of grief and indignation.

"My heirloom calligraphy and painting."

"Xie Ruyu, I'm never finished with you."

When Su Lu woke up, the two were in the funeral, which made Su Lu, who was already irritable, even more irritable.

"What's the funeral, I'm not dead yet! You two are full, what are you doing lying in the corner when you are all right?"

"Hey, how did this Yajian become like this, what about Xie Ruyu and his guards?"

Su Lu looked at the mess all over the house in surprise, didn't he just slept, how come the drunk red building was ransacked.

The shopkeeper of Zuihonglou was weeping, and knelt down in front of Su's pavement with a plop, slapped his old face with a slap.

"My lord, the small shop runs on a small scale, and it was smashed by the son who took your original calligraphy and painting. How can you tell me to explain to the owner!"

"Pity me so old, there are old and young, my underage grandson..."

Su Lu looked dumbfounded, with a few meanings, why are you crying grandson against me? I'm not the boss, so I can't spare you.

The young man brought up a dozen sheets of rice paper and yelled: "The shopkeeper, the rice paper you want is here."

The shopkeeper agilely got up from the ground, took the rice paper, and spread it on the table with a flattering smile:

"My lord, as long as you write a pair of characters, I can explain to the boss. Not only will the boss not punish me for these things that your friends smashed, he might even reward me."

The lively drinkers outside crowded in and waved the rice paper in their hands.

"My lord, I paid for the wine for you. Write a copy for me."

"Fart, you haven't paid for alcohol yet, so why do you say that you paid for it?"

"The shopkeeper, this is compensation for the tables, chairs and benches smashed by the liquor money and the friends of Mr. Su. This picture belongs to me."