Chapter 114 Drunken Poetry

"I left gently, just as I came gently, I waved gently and said goodbye to the clouds in the western sky." Jia Rong hummed Xu Zhimo's farewell to Kangqiao as he walked. Jia Rong felt that this poem was more suitable for him now.

Lost the interest of continuing to walk in Weifu, Jia Rong went out of Weifu, walked in the bustling streets, and felt the noise of this ancient city.

Suddenly, Jia Rong found a jewelry store on the street and walked in.

When the shopkeeper saw a customer coming to the door, he hurriedly put down his things and came to entertain Jia Rong, "What do you need? I dare not say that the shop is the only one in Luoyang City, but the things sold are absolutely genuine, and the style of accessories is unmatched by other stores. The shopkeeper said endlessly.

Jia Rong smiled and said, "Just take a look. If there is any woman's jewelry, bring it up and let me have a look."

The shopkeeper said for a moment and walked to the inside. During this period, the clerk of the store hurriedly served tea and poured water.

It is undeniable that these jewelry have their own unique features. Looking at the shopkeeper's hope, Jia Rong is not easy to lose face. After bargaining, she bought a hairpin and a pair of bracelets. Somehow, Jia Rong has a unique feelings for these two kinds of jewelry, perhaps because of Xiuer.

He reached into his arms and felt the hairpin lying quietly in his arms and a pair of bracelets. Jia Rong showed satisfaction and nostalgia. This was what he planned to give to Xiuer, but he didn't expect it to be given.

Put away the bracelets and hairpins wrapped by the shopkeeper and say goodbye to the shopkeeper. No matter how valuable these hairpins and bracelets are, they can never be compared with the two pieces in their arms. That is a witness to the feelings between you and Xiuer.

The next day, Wei Zhongdao came back.

Wei Zhongdao is about 17 or 18 years old. He is dressed in a white Confucian robe, with a more elegant demeanor, and his thin figure adds a trace of beauty. If this person is a woman, he must be a beautiful woman. Jia Rong exclaimed in his heart.

Seeing Jia Rong, Wei Zhong said politely, "See you, Jia Taishou!"

Reaching out his hand without hitting the smiling face, Jia Rong kindly helped Wei Zhongdao up. No matter what else, Wei Zhongdao is definitely a character, otherwise it would not be appreciated by Cai Yong and marry his daughter Cai Yan to him. Now Wei Zhongdao has a faint elegant temperament. Such a talented man died early. Jia Rong's heart After a pity for Wei Zhongdao, Jia Rong also wanted to treat Wei Zhongdao. In this way, the Wei family owed him a great favor, and the trip to Luoyang also had the greatest guarantee. Unfortunately, Jia Rong knew nothing about medical skills except for the battlefield first aid he studied in the army.

Jia Rong and Wei Guan sat in the top position, while Wei Zhongdao accompanied him for the first time. Wei Guan has always called himself a wise brother, which is also a generation of Wei Zhongdao. Jia Rong's eyes looking at Wei Zhongdao are also full of jokes.

But Wei Zhongdao was unmoved at all. He was still respectful just now, so that people could not find any problems. Jia Rong smiled and said, "My nephew, you have worked hard all the way!"

Wei Zhongdao's expression tightened, and then he was relieved and replied faintly, "Thank you, Jia Taishou, for your concern!"

Jia Rong waved his hand and said, "You're welcome. You don't have to call me my uncle in the future."

Looking at Wei Zhongdao's expression that he was about to leave, Jia Rong hurriedly pulled the topic elsewhere. It was a little teasing, and it was not good to make Wei Zhongdao angry. It spread that he was older than him, but it turned into bullying him.

During this period, Jia Rong just kept listening to the conversation between Wei Guan and Wei Zhongdao, with a smile on his face. Jia Rong knew his level, and it was not a problem to communicate with those old soldiers, but if he talked to a talented man like Wei Zhongdao, it was obviously not a grade, instead of making a fool of himself in the conversation. It's better to be a quiet listener.

Although Wei Guan is a businessman, he is full of reading poetry and books. There is a little sense of life in his words. In contrast, Wei Zhongdao's speech is slightly inferior, and most of his words are from books, but the classic words that often come out attract Jia Rong's eyes for a while.

Wine is indeed a good thing. A banquet has brought the distance between Jia Rong and Wei Zhongdao a lot closer. The Wei family has been doing business for generations and is quite excluded by scholars, and Jia Rong and Wei Zhongdao also have the same experience, so except for the previous unhappiness, Wei Zhongdao and Jia Rong get along very happily.

Wei Zhongdao is the age when the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. He is a little unscrupulous to say anything, especially three glasses of wine. It's even worse to talk about it. Commenting on some of the current big man's affairs, Jia Rong, an outsider, is not at all present, which makes Wei Guan constantly wipe his buttocks for him and speak out for Wei Zhongdao's great rebellious words. Explaining, Jia Rong showed an understanding expression.

Jia Rong himself comes from the future world. He is not interested in the rules of this era, and he also belongs to the category of rebellion. Now that he finally meets a confidant, Jia Rong also let go of the chat box. The two of them talk, and Wei Guan slammed his feet on the side. Originally, he expected Jia Rong to persuade Wei Zhongdao. Unexpectedly, the two of them would become He sang and knocked out the maid. Wei Guan's left ear went in and out of his right ear, and drank by himself.

The Wei family is the descendant of Wei Zifu and Wei Qing. At the beginning, the Wei family was one of the largest families in the Han Dynasty, but now it has been treated coldly by some Han families, and anyone will complain.

What happened recently made Jia Rong a little upset. He kept drinking with Wei Zhongdao and Wei Guan. Wei Zhongdao drank very little, and in the end, Jia Rong could only drink with Wei Guan. Jia Rong inevitably remembered again of what Wei Fu had promised to give Yuan Shu mentioned by Wei Guan the previous day, and kept greeting Wei Guan to drink.

Jia Rong's skill of persuading wine is absolutely first-class in the Han Dynasty. Wei Guan and Wei Zhongdao were all helped by the servants to rest in the room, and only Jia Rong was left at the whole banquet.

One cup after another, Jia Rong wants to thoroughly enjoy what it feels like after getting drunk. Is it really as the ancients said, "Drunkenness relieves a thousand sorrows".

Jia Rong couldn't remember how many glasses he had drunk. He shook away from the banquet, still holding a glass of wine in his hand, but the wine in the glass had long been shaking, and a crescent moon hung in the sky, spreading the moonlight to every corner.

Drunk and floating, Jia Rong pulled out the green sword around his waist and danced, with a sword in one hand and wine in the other, which was unique.

Jia Rong doesn't know how to dance with swords. One move is a move to kill the enemy on the battlefield. The murderous spirit is exposed. The moonlight hanging in the sky also seems to be afraid of the momentum of the people in front of him, quietly hiding in the dark clouds.

"When will the bright moon be available? Ask the sky about the wine. I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky. I want to go back in the wind, and I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu. The height is cold. I dance to understand the shadow. It's like turning around the Zhu Pavilion in the world, arriving at Qihu, and shining sleepless. There should be no hatred. What is more favored? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny. This is difficult to complete. I hope that people will live together for a long time. "Su Shi's water tune song head was recited word by Jia Rong. I didn't expect that after many years, I could recite it word for word. With Jia Rong's drunken walking and fierce swordsmanship, it has a unique charm.

After chanting loudly twice, Jia Rong put down the green sword breathlessly. The wine cup had long been lost by Jia Rong. The crescent moon also quietly looked out from the dark clouds. After confirming that it was okay, he carefully drilled out and continued to sprinkle the faint moonlight on the earth.

Wei Fu, who was still in a green shirt, appeared beside Jia Rong and held Jia Rong, who was constantly shaking from side to side.

Jia Rong opened his hazy drunken eyes and muttered, "I hope people can live for a long time and live together for thousands of miles!"

Looking at Wei Fu's eyes contained too many feelings, confusion, heartache, joy and reluctance. At this time, Wei Fu was already full of tears and kept calling Jia Rong's name.

Jia Rong discarded the green sword in his hand, stretched out his hands tremblingly and constantly stroked the tears on Wei Fu's face, constantly comforting Wei Fu.

Wei Zhongdao, dressed in an elegant white robe, appeared not far away, and repeatedly said Jia Rong's words, "I hope people will last for a long time, thousands of miles together", and then he smiled softly.

It took a lot of effort to help Jia Rong to help Jia Rong to **, help Jia Rong remove his shoes and socks, cover the quilt, and looked at Jia Rong, who was sleeping with dim eyes. Without warning, Jia Rong reached out and pulled Wei Fu's softness, and kept shouting, "Don't go, don't go!"

Wei Fu is like a kind mother, comforting Jia Rong softly, allowing Jia Rong to take her little hand. In fact, Wei Fu's heart is also jumping all the time. In the era when men and women are not close, doing so is undoubtedly a challenge to the feudal system.

Three poles in the sun, Jia Rong opened his eyes with difficulty, shook his swollen head, and looked at the scene around him. Could it be that the dream was real? Xiuer came back.

Jia Rong sat up with a carp and saw Wei Fu sleeping by the bed. What happened last night echoed in his mind. Jia Rong vaguely remembered that after getting drunk, he recited an ancient poem that he thought was the most difficult to recite, and then was helped to the room to rest. Needless to think about it, Jia Rong also knew that the person last night was not Xiuer. It's Wei Fu.

Looking at the shallow smile on Wei Fu's face, who was sleeping by the bed, and the faint tears on her pretty face, Jia Rong gently got up and put on his shoes.

In order to avoid Wei Fu from freezing, Jia Rong, who was a little nervous for a moment, gently picked up Wei Fu and wanted to put it on **. He felt the weak and boneless body in his arms and the delicate feeling of reaching into his arms. Jia Rong felt that there seemed to be a burning fire in his lower abdomen. It was not a hug, not a moment. It was stalemate there. Coincidentally, Wei Fu opened her eyes with a cry. Seeing the ambiguous posture of the two, Wei Fujiao angrily climbed to her cheeks and quickly spread to her ears. She closed her eyes shyly, and her eyelashes flashed uneasily.

Wei Fu's delicate cry, coupled with Wei Fu's shy appearance, made it almost difficult for Jia Rong to control himself. Jia Rong's nostrils, which had a slight fragrance, made Jia Rong's eyes confused, and he gently leaned against Wei Fu's red lips.

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