Xie Fang didn't even look at her, his eyes were only on the wine. He reached out to take it, but couldn't move it.

Shen Yizi put one hand on the lid of the pot.

Xie Fang looked over with a pair of drunken eyes, "Let go, hiccup, let go."

Shen Yizhi smiled at him and said, "Do you know what kind of wine this is? This is Peach Blossom Wine. You have to taste it slowly, one cup at a time. If you drink it like you did before, you'll be wasting this good wine."

She slowly opened the lid of the pot, and an intoxicating aroma of wine wafted out like gauze and mist.

Xie Fang's eyes lit up, "Quick, fill it up for me!"

Shen Yizhi poured him a small cup.

Xie Fang brought it to his nose and took a deep sniff like an opium addict, his whole body revealing an expression of orgasm, "I seem to see a peach blossom fairy in this wine aroma."

Shen Yizhi: “…”

He took a sip and said, "Beautiful, so beautiful!"

He drank the rest of the wine in one gulp. Annoyed that Shen Yizi was pouring too slowly, he snatched the jug away, put the spout of the jug to his own mouth, and gulped it down as if it were sweet wine.

After finishing the drink, he sighed happily, stood up abruptly, staggered to a wall, rudely tore off the ancient-style patchwork silk painting that served as decoration on it, and took out a thin bamboo tube from the inner pocket of his lapel.

The bamboo tube was the pen he carried with him wherever he went, so he could use it to write when inspiration struck and he felt like writing poetry.

Inspiration is fleeting. If you don't write it down in time, you won't be able to find it again when you sober up.

Xie Fang held the pot in one hand and the brush in the other, and wrote freely on the snow-white wall.

Shen Yizhi immediately took out the photo stone and recorded this memorable scene.

However, not a single word appeared on the wall.

Xie Fang was also drunk and confused. He didn't even dip the pen into ink, so how could he write? But if he went up to disturb him now, he might interrupt his train of thought.

In this moment of inspiration, it is best to complete it in one go.

Shen Yizhi said to Xiao San, "Write down his handwriting style and go back to copy it."

"yes."

The calligraphy of this immortal poet is worth a fortune. Now that he has taken the initiative to write one on the wall of his own tavern, she must preserve it well.

From now on, this will be a living signboard!

After writing on an entire wall, Xie Fang threw away his pen, raised his head, took a big sip of wine, and sprayed it all over the wall.

Oddly enough, the wall, which originally had no visible words on it, immediately became full of words after being soaked in wine.

This is a piece of running script. The characters are vigorous, refreshing and lively, like a dragon flying in the sky. The domineering and casual words seem to fly out from the wall at any time.

Xie Fang sighed twice: "Great, great!"

He actually started praising himself.

Then he fell to the ground, drunk.

"Move him to the back room and feed him a hangover pill. Wake him up at noon." Shen Yizhi said to the maid.

"Yes, Master."

Shen Yizhi came to the wall, leaned in to smell it, and indeed he smelled a faint medicinal fragrance.

The tip of Xie Fang's pen was probably soaked in some special medicinal ink, and the words written with it would become visible under the effect of the wine.

He is indeed a wine lover who can come up with such a method.

Shen Yizhi took two steps back and observed the poem "Encountering the Peach Blossom Fairy under the Bright Moon" written by the great poet Xie.

No wonder Xie Fang is narcissistic, this fu is indeed well written.

Although she couldn't write it herself, she could still recognize it.

A good article is like a delicious dish. Every word you read out of your mouth exudes a mellow flavor.

"From now on, I will protect this wall carefully. No damage will be allowed to occur."

Shen Yizhi said to all the staff in the pub.

Although she received positive responses from everyone, she was still a little worried.

I remembered that the "Fuzhuan Daquan" that my master gave me recorded a kind of talisman called Xianli, which was specially used to protect things like calligraphy and paintings and bamboo slips.

This is a second-level talisman, and it is a little difficult for her to draw it now.

However, in order to protect this poem that may be passed down through the ages, even if there are difficulties, we must overcome them! Shen Yizhi began to concentrate on drawing the talisman.

This time it was not as easy as drawing the first-level talisman before, and failure began to find her.

He destroyed seven or eight pieces of talisman paper before he could barely draw one.

Shen Yizhi let out a long sigh and slammed the Xianli Talisman against the wall.

Before this talisman is consumed, this poem "Ode to Meeting the Peach Blossom Immortal under the Bright Moon" will never fade and will not be damaged in any way.

Of course, if the entire wall is damaged, the poems on it will naturally not be spared.

So she set up another formation in the entire tavern to protect it.

This time, it should be foolproof, right? Two hours passed in a flash, and at noon, the auction time came. However, when Shen Yizhi returned to Chunming Hall, he found that there were only a few people inside, less than one-tenth of the original number.

It’s easy to guess why.

It is estimated that all of these people are lingering somewhere in the villa and are reluctant to leave.

There was no other way, she could only ask her maid to invite them over one by one.

It took nearly an hour for most of the people to gather. Some people refused to move, obsessed with their favorite things.

This was the result of Shen Yizi revealing the auction items to them in advance.

Otherwise, her auction today would probably not be able to go on.

The hosting job still falls on Xiao San.

He first introduced the rules of the auction to everyone: "This auction is a secret auction. What is a secret auction? It means that there is no public bidding, but your bid price is written on a bamboo stick, and the result will be announced at the end. The highest bidder wins. There is a bamboo tube on each table, and there is a bamboo stick with your position number written in the bamboo tube, which is used for bidding."

"So these bamboo sticks are used for bidding. I was wondering why there is a stick holder on the table."

"Secret filming? That's new."

"That's a good idea. It also prevents others from bidding against each other for the same item and causing discord."

"What if my price is seen by others?" someone expressed concern.

Shen Yi knew: "Don't worry, everyone. The ink used for writing on your desk is a kind of medicinal ink. It will not show up when you write. It will only show up when you spray the matching potion on it. So only you know what you wrote, and others can't see it. Even the third housekeeper can only know when everyone's bamboo sticks are collected and sprayed with potion."

She got this inspiration from Xie Fang.

In addition, she also set up a formation in the hall to isolate spiritual consciousness, preventing the monks from spying on the words written by others through their spiritual consciousness.