Chapter 79: Master Poet
Yes! Ji Wuya!
It’s Ji Wuya!!!
"Master, please accept my disciple's greetings!" Zhu Lan was not polite at all and immediately performed a great ceremony to pay his respects to his master.
Be thick-skinned when you need to be!
Ji Wuya was startled. Why did this girl look so crazy?
“I don’t want to accept you as a disciple. No, I don’t want to accept you as a disciple. Don’t bother me…” Ji Wuya dodged backwards without trying to avoid it, but he held the wine glass in his hand steadily.
Zhu Lan smiled and said unreasonably: "You are the Immortal Poet, and the Immortal Poet is my destined master."
It was destined that her master would be intercepted by her halfway.
If it was a step later, Zhu Qingyan would have taken away such a great advantage.
"The Immortal Poet? Hahaha!" Yan Lun thought it was ridiculous.
He could see that both the old and the young had some problems with their brains.
"Poet Immortal, Poet Immortal...tsk tsk tsk, this is the first time someone calls me like this, sounds good, good!" Ji Wuya laughed and drank another glass of wine happily.
Ji Wuya was in a good mood. Under the influence of alcohol, he picked up a piece of paper and quickly wrote a few lines.
You old thing, you still dare to call yourself the Immortal Poet, you are so shameless!
Yan Lun was thinking this in his mind and was about to make some sarcastic remark when his eyes fell on the piece of paper and his throat seemed to be suddenly choked.
The wild and vigorous calligraphy of his hand was actually full of the influence of alcohol and swordsmanship.
How can an ordinary beggar write this?
"What is your relationship with that 'Forest Eater'?" Yan Lun asked in surprise.
Ji Wuya shook his hands and said, "Alas, I know this nickname is not so elegant, but my whole life is about poetry, literature, wine and meat, so it doesn't matter if it's not elegant!"
People in the world only know that there was a man called "Shilin Sanren" whose poetry and prose were the best in the world, and who was unrestrained and unruly, and even refused to board the ship when the emperor called him.
But few people know his name.
Yan Lun no longer cared about his face and wanted to rush up to ask for an autograph.
And the poem he just wrote should be framed, it must be framed!
"Hey, baby, you haven't told me the name of this wine yet! You can't lie to me, an old man."
Zhu Lan smiled and said, "This wine is called Jiangzhou Moutai. If Master wants to drink it, I have more!"
"Who... who agreed to be your master!" Ji Wuya glared at Zhu Lan with a little horror, as if someone wanted to harm him.
He has been a bohemian and freedom-loving person all his life, so he would never do such a boring thing as taking in disciples!
Zhu Lan said "Oh" and went to take the wine jar in his hand.
"Forget it, I prepared this wine for Master."
"Hey, hey, hey!" Ji Wuya hurriedly protected the jar of wine in his hand, feeling very conflicted.
Finally, I gritted my teeth and gave it my all for this wine!
"Okay! Just take it. But let me make it clear that I am only passing through Jiangzhou City, and I will not stay here with you forever."
Then he held up three fingers and said, "Three months, at most three months!"
"One year."
Zhu Lan blinked innocently and bargained.
"Hey - you little girl, are you still going to rely on me? Six months, no more!"
Zhu Lan smiled brightly, "Deal!"
…
Zhu Lan thought that Ji Wuya would live in a quiet residence in a bamboo forest like Yan Lun. After all, this was in line with the sentiments of literati and scholars.
I didn't expect that Ji Wuya actually lived in a small hut next to Jiangzhou market.
Not only is the market noisy early in the morning, but this area is also frequented by beggars.
Zhu Lan couldn't help but asked, "Master... are you short of money?"
"Lack of money? Who in this world doesn't lack money?" Ji Wuya muttered, and walked towards a few old beggars in the distance, "Brother, come and move to another place."
Ji Wuya said this and squeezed in with the beggars.
You know what, there really is no sense of incongruity.
Zhu Lan couldn't bear to watch this, so he tactfully suggested that if he was short of money, he could sponsor him a little.
Just consider it as paying your tuition fee to the teacher.
Ji Wuya smiled and said, "You don't understand this, right?"
As he spoke, he squeezed together with the group of beggars and lined up for the empty seat next to him.
"Come, sit here."
Zhu Lan sat down obediently.
Ji Wuya pointed to the sky and said, "Tell me, what did you see?"
Zhu Lan raised her head. It was the first time for her to sit on the ground and look at the sky from this angle.
There were not so many tall buildings in ancient times. Looking up, one would have a feeling that the sky was his cover and the earth was his home.
Ji Wuya pointed at the street in front of him and asked her what she saw and heard.
Zhu Lan tilted her head and saw many people's feet, some wearing straw sandals and some wearing brocade boots.
Also audible was the clinking sound of copper coins hitting the bowl.
Ji Wuya smiled and said, "If you really want to write good poetry, you should walk more and see more.
Most importantly, don’t just look with your own eyes.”
Seeing that Zhu Lan seemed to understand something, Ji Wuya stood up with a smile and said that the first lesson was over and asked her to come again next time.
"Don't forget to bring some wine when you come. If you can't smell the flavor of Jiangzhou Moutai, I won't open the door!"
…
Xiao Mansion, back garden.
By this time, it was getting dark, and it was time for the servants in the Xiao Mansion to finish their work and prepare to have dinner.
Zhao Sicheng stood by the flower bed with his hands on his hips, looking very proud.
Zhang Shouyi was the servant in charge of sweeping the floor in Xiao's mansion. At this moment, he stood beside Zhao Sicheng, patted him on the shoulder and praised him:
"Sure, boy. When the young lady and the mistress chose you from so many gardeners, I thought they did it because you didn't want any money.
I didn't expect you to be so capable. You actually got rid of all the bugs in the flower bed!"
Then he winked and asked Zhao Sicheng if he had any secret and asked him to teach him.
"Hehe, let me teach you, how do I make a living?" Zhao Sicheng said with a grin.
He doesn't have any secret. This is the insect repellent that his good friend Liang Zhou got from the gardener in the Prince's Mansion.
It is someone's secret recipe and is not available on the market.
Zhang Shouyi didn't care either. He put his arm around Zhao Sicheng's shoulder and said they wanted to have dinner together.
"You go first. I still need to take care of these flowers."
Zhao Sicheng pretended to pick the roses seriously.
Hearing the footsteps, Zhao Sicheng quickly hid behind the flower bed.
"Chunlan, you should go have dinner too. I'll enjoy the flowers by myself for a while." Xiao Wan's voice came.
It's almost dark, what kind of flowers are you showing off...
Chunlan murmured in her heart, but said nothing more and turned away.
After Chunlan left, Xiao Wan looked around the garden and whispered Zhao Sicheng's name.
No movement.
There was a flash of anger in Xiao Wan's eyes. How could he be so cold on a date?
A pair of hands covered her eyes from behind, and Zhao Sicheng's low laughter sounded in her ears.
"Don't move! Guess who I am."
Xiao Wan pursed her lips and smiled, and deliberately asked: "Oh, which one is it?"
"I am a hero of Liangshan. Miss, come back with me and be his wife!"
Before Zhao Sicheng could finish his words, his ears were pulled up. He bared his teeth and said, "Ouch, it hurts—Wanwan, I was wrong!"
Xiao Wan let him go and said fiercely, "What's the use of a shovel when you're wrong? You say one thing and mean another. I don't believe you."
Zhao Sicheng held Xiao Wan in his arms, and the two of them laughed and played.
Chunlan was originally going to have dinner, but halfway there, she remembered that her mistress had something to tell the young lady during the day, so she turned back.
When I returned to the garden gate, I just saw Zhao Sicheng kiss Xiao Wan on the face.
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