In the cold winter, a steaming hot pot is warm and warm, especially when friends gather together.

The Zeng brothers and Su father and son came together, Lu Caiwei and Yu Mou accompanied him. On a large round table was a large copper pot. The copper pot was already boiling, and the air was filled with the fragrance of pepper and pepper. The copper pot was rumbling, and the big bones of sheep were vaguely seen in the soup filled with white mist.

While directing Yu Mou to prepare food, Ouyang Bian instructed Lu Caiwei to pour wine quickly.

The wine was hot on the charcoal stove, and everyone was having fun while eating.

Ouyang Bian sipped his wine gently and watched Su Shi depicting the scenery of Meishan and the difficulties he had when he left the river.

Zeng Bu echoed while eating meat, while Zeng Gong clinked glasses with Su Xun while communicating quietly. They were similar in age and better communication.

Although Su Che had two glasses of wine, his face turned slightly red and he looked a little drunk, he still didn't speak much.

Compared with Su Shi, who started bragging after drinking, the differences in personality between the two brothers showed.

The cup and plate were in a mess, and the host and the host were all happy. Later, Su Shi suggested that everyone write poems to cheer up.

Su Shi threw away the jade and led the bricks: "Last year, we saw each other, outside Yuhang Gate, snow was like a poplar flower. This year, spring was over, and the poplar flower was like a snow, but I still didn't see her. I rolled the curtains to invite the bright moon, and the wind revealed the window screen. It was like a beloved of the two swallows, shining brightly, and the beams were slanted."

As soon as this word came out, everyone cheered loudly, Zeng Gong and others showed strange looks. They really didn't know that Su Shi was so genius.

But it was a bit unstoppable. Such a wonderful lyric, others did not have the confidence to immediately take out a poem that was comparable to it.

So everyone looked at Ouyang Bian. In their opinion, only Ouyang Bian, who is known for his quick thinking, could immediately come up with a poem that could be compared with it.

Ouyang Bian's body has not yet been tested for alcohol. He was in great interest tonight and drank a little too much. At this time, when everyone looked at him, his passion suddenly became full of passion, especially when Lu Caiwei looked at him with her eyes like autumn water, the man's vanity suddenly burst out.

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So Ouyang Bian chanted loudly: "The deeper and more urgent, and gradually the voices of the people are gone. The lights blowing windows are brighter, and the moon shines on the snow all day."

At this point, the night was already late, and the voices outside gradually became quiet, and the artistic conception of this poem suddenly appeared, which was very suitable for the scene at this time.

Everyone immediately cheered loudly.

Su Shi was dissatisfied and opened his mouth and said, "What do you know about life everywhere? It should be like flying geese stepping on the snow mud. Occasionally, finger claws left on the mud, and the flying figures were planned again. The old monk has died and has become a new tower, and there is no way to see the old topic. Do you still remember the rugged past? The road is long and the people are trapped in lame donkeys."

Su Che smiled on his face. This poem was wonderful. The old topic in which the bad wall was unreasonable to see was the common memory of the two brothers. When they were young, the brothers went out to play together.

Once, they passed by a rural courtyard and saw two lines of poems written on the wall: It was cold at night and it was raining, and the courtyard was quiet and there was no monk.

Only he knew the inside story here, but the free and elegant poem was overwhelming.

Especially the picture feel of the first two couplets is extremely strong.

Imagine that there are a few trees scattered in the snow on the field where thousands of miles of snow are falling. At this time, the flying wings come and walk away on the snow, leaving a long sound, and soon disappears in the snow, leaving only footprints that seem to be present and non-existent in the snow.

Everyone cheered loudly.

This poem has a very high level. Ouyang Bian thought about several poems that he could not surpass. When his head heated up, he blurted out: "The scenery of the north is full of ice, and snow is floating thousands of miles away.

Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there are only the vastness;

The river suddenly surging.

The silver snake dances in the mountains, and the wax figures are galloping, trying to compete with the heavens.

On a sunny day, you should see the red makeup and it is very charming.

The country is so beautiful,

It attracts countless heroes to compete for their backs.

Pity..."

When he was thinking about this, Ouyang Bian suddenly became clever and cleared his head. He immediately took a breath of cold air and cold sweat came out from his forehead.

Everyone was obsessed with the magnificent atmosphere and the atmosphere in the lyrics, but Ouyang Bian stopped. Su Shi couldn't help but urged: "What else is there?"

Everyone stared at Ouyang Bian.

Ouyang Bian's eyelids drooped, his head leaned against the back of the chair, and the snoring sounded.

Everyone couldn't help laughing.

Su Shi scratched his ears and foreheads. The poem was probably even more exciting, but the feeling of abrupt ending made him crazy.

If he had come from later generations, he would have known that this situation would be the so-called eunuch.

What he didn't know was Ouyang Bian's heart at this time, and fortunately he braked in time, otherwise this poem would have killed him in the future.

The Su family and son are not bad, and their quality is pretty good, but Zeng Bu among the Zeng brothers... he really can't believe it.

If there is enough profit in the future, this villain will definitely sell him to a good price!

Seeing Ouyang Bian asleep, Lu Caiwei and Yu Mou quickly sent Ouyang Bian into the bedroom. Yu Mou came out first to entertain guests, and Lu Caiwei stayed to take care of him.

Lu Caiwei asked Bizhu to make hot water, personally wiped Ouyang Bian's sweat, then took off Ouyang Bian's coat, covered her quilt, and did not leave immediately. Instead, she moved a low stool and sat by the bed, held her chin with her arms, and looked at Ouyang Bian after sleeping.

Ouyang Bian usually looks lazy and always smiles a little bit crampedly. After falling asleep, Ouyang Bian becomes quiet, and his delicate facial features similar to Mrs. Xue are only revealed at this time.

Ouyang Bian has grown very fast in the past two years, his eyebrows and eyes have grown, and he has already begun to show the appearance of a handsome young man.

Looking at Ouyang Bian's facial features, Lu Caiwei couldn't help but think of a poem: Zong Zhi's elegant and beautiful boy raised his cup and rolled his eyes to the blue sky, as bright as a jade tree in front of the wind.

Not knowing what she thought of, Lu Caiwei suddenly turned pretty and she looked at the door secretly. Seeing that the door was closed tightly, she quietly held her chest, as if her heart was about to beating out.

She suddenly stood up, leaned over and bowed...

Ouyang Bian, who was pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed, suddenly felt two warm and moist objects close to his face, and the warm and fragrant smell gently brushed his face.

This is?

Ouyang Bian's heart was like a drum beat. Fortunately, the quilt was quite thick in winter, so Lu Caiwei didn't know it.

After hearing the rustling sound, the footsteps left and the door was gently covered. Ouyang Bian then let out a breath, opened his eyes, touched the wet part on his face with his hand, and couldn't help but sigh, and laughed again after a while.

Girlish feelings are always poetry.

Lu Caiwei is much older than him, but in fact she is just a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old.

Although I am still young, I am handsome, young and rich, and talented. It is natural to be loved by such an excellent girl.

Ouyang Bian suddenly became happy again.

Perhaps, this is the meaning of life itself.

When he came to the Song Dynasty, even though there were some things that made him unhappy, there were some things that made him feel that this trip was worth it, such as the girl in front of him was something that made him feel happy.

Tomorrow is another good day.

Ouyang Bian, who gradually fell asleep, thought so.
Chapter completed!