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

At this moment, Wang Le smiled, then looked at the young man who had retreated aside, and asked quietly, "Can you write?"

The guy was stunned and nodded subconsciously and said, "You can write."

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

"Uh!" The young man and the fat shopkeeper showed surprise at the same time, muttering in his heart whether the young man surnamed Wang had ugly handwriting and was embarrassed to show it to others.

At this time, Wang Le would certainly not tell everyone that he would not write the word "Aolai Country".

Just as the fat shopkeeper nodded in agreement and the young man was about to come forward to write, the old man with a white beard smiled and said, "Let me come!"

The fat shopkeeper immediately smiled and said, "Mr. Luo is the most famous calligrapher in the world. Now you can hold the pen, which is the best thing."

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

Wang Le smiled silently, and then he bowed to Lord Luo who volunteered and thanked him very politely, "That's a trouble for the boss."

Lord Luo smiled and touched his white beard and said, "I heard my friend's poem with autumn as the theme in front of the door just now, which was quite amazing, so I felt proud of my talent and had the urge to write poems for you."

After saying that, Lord Luo came to the table to spread the paper, and the young man next to him hurriedly stepped forward to grind the ink for him.

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

"The wild boy who came out of this place actually wanted to drink the thunder rain dew from Wenkui Tower. It's really whimsical."

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

"This kid is a newcomer, and I believe he doesn't know how much it will cost if he can't write a poem that can drink thunder and rain! "

"Haha, the reason why fewer and fewer literati have gone to Wenkui Tower to write poems in the past ten years is that once they fail, their future will be ruined in the least, and their lives will be difficult to protect!

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Without exception, all the comments from the guests in the building were heard into Wang Le's ears.

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

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

Faced with the doubts of the guests in the building, Wang Le remained silent and did not respond at all.

Anyway, it’s a mule or a horse, so you’ll know it when you come out and take a walk.

I believe that these doubts will disappear by then!

In this way, after everything was ready, Wang Le slowly walked to the opposite side of Lord Luo who picked up the pen, cleared his voice, and then he chanted aloud without rushing, "A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. He raised his glass to invite the bright moon, and became three people with the shadow..."

As Wang Le chanted the poem, the entire Wenkui Tower became quiet.

In this Yujing City, where the writing style is so popular, although not everyone can write poems, they have never eaten pork or watched pig run, so they still have the minimum ability to identify.

These guests who can enter Wenkui Tower are either rich or noble, and their ability to identify is even stronger. Among them, there are many literati and scholars who are masters of poetry.

"Forever, we will travel mercilessly, and we will meet each other in the distant clouds and dynasties."

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 smile in his heart, "I have brought out the classic "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" from the classic Li Bai poet Li Bai. If you are not qualified to drink Thunder and Rain Dew, it only means that you are really blind."

Obviously, the guests at Wenkui Tower were bright!

"good!"

"Raise the glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadow becomes three! Wonderful! Wonderful!"

"What a poem! I didn't expect that one day I could read such a wonderful poem, and it would be a big deal!"

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Amid the cheers, Lord Luo, who was already excited and flushed, finally wrote "Drinking Alone Under the Moon". The first thing he did when he put down was to applaud and praise, "This poem, without saying much, is enough to drink the thunder and rain dew!"

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

I saw Lord Tang, who had bright eyes, looked at Wang Le with admiration and said, "This little friend Wang is young and has such talent, which is so enviable."

After a pause, Lord Tang continued, "This poem with wine is written in full detail and is directly touching the hearts of the people. He is indeed qualified to drink the thunder and rain of Wenkui Tower."

Speaking of this, Lord Tang looked at the fat shopkeeper and smiled and said, "Shopkeeper Yan, I and Brother Luo unanimously believe that this poem is qualified to drink the thunder and rain dew."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lord Luo smiled and said, "Look at the reactions of all the guests in the building, it is obviously consistent with our opinions."

Obviously, the guests of Wenkui Tower knew Luo Tang, the two old men, so they nodded in agreement, shouted loudly and quickly took out Thunder and Yulu.

After all, I haven’t had any customers in Wenkui Tower for ten years. Since I have bumped into it today, I have to see it.

Seeing this, the fat shopkeeper smiled and nodded, "Since you all think that Mr. Wang is qualified to drink Thunder and Yulu, then Yan will take Thunder and Yulu out of the wine cellar."

Just as the fat shopkeeper turned around and left, Wang Le smiled and said, "Please ask Manager Yan to get a few more jars of thunder and rain, and I want to invite the two old masters Luo Tang to drink together."

"Uh!" Manager Yan paused his feet, and then refused apologetically, "Sorry, Mr. Wang, I can only take out a jar of two pounds of Thunder Rain Dew."

"Uh! Why can't you take a few more jars? Didn't you say that you are qualified to drink this thunder and rain dew by writing recognized good poems? Why can you only get one jar now?"

Wang Le frowned slightly and asked in a bad tone.

Before Manager Yan could explain, Lord Luo smiled and said, "That's the rule of Old Yan forgot to tell you, a poem exchanges for another thunder and rain."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Lord Tang followed and said, "It is rare to be able to write a recognized good poem. It is even more difficult to write two good poems in a row. So the last time I was able to drink two jars of thunder and rain dew was more than thirty years ago. Lao Yan hadn't come to Wenkui Tower yet!"

Manager Yan nodded hurriedly and said, "That's right, that's it."

At this time, Lord Tang looked at Wang Le and said, "A jar of thunder and rain is enough. Let's just try it out and taste it."

Lord Luo, who was standing in front of the table, touched his white beard and smiled without saying a word, obviously agreeing with Lord Tang's opinion.

At this time, Wang Le shook his head without hesitation and said, "You have to drink it happily, there is no reason to just try it out!"
Chapter completed!