"Have you copied it?" said a very expectant tone.

"I copied a song. Where are you?" I was very calm, and asked back. I shook my head and sighed, saying regret: "I was already planning to go to Liangshan to be the 109th hero, but I still couldn't do it. Our eight generations of poor peasants cannot leave the organization."

After hearing this, the beauty rolled her eyes. Wei Chi then smiled and said seriously: "Not that anymore, I just don't like it. Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Li Shangyin, these brilliant names, we descendants, know that they started with their poems, and always feel that only they themselves can deserve those poems. If we are not that person, we will not pretend to be like that."

This is indeed Wei Chi's voice. If the elegant and romantic poetic immortal is gone, will the poetic immortal still be the romantic and charming poetic immortal? Or, without the personal charm of the poetic immortal Taibai, Wei Chi feels that those poems seem to have lost their glory.

"Are it Taibai who fulfilled his poems, or those poems that fulfilled Taibai's thousand-year reputation? I think it should be complementary. It's not ours. We can't pretend to be. Besides, each has its own strengths. I can't write poetry, but I have other things, confident and self-knowledge, it seems... we are not worse than others, right? Beauty."

As she said it seriously, in the last sentence, she was a little rude and laughed badly. Xie Jiu looked at him silently for a while, and Wei Chi felt a little uncomfortable. He quickly explained: "That, this is my personal idea. You don't have to be the same as me. I'm thick-skinned and don't worry about others laughing at me. That's it, it's just a song, it's okay."

Xie Jiu's stern face suddenly spread out, touching Wei Chi's face, and said, "I didn't realize that you still have a little bit of a scholarly pedantic spirit."

Wei Chi almost couldn't breathe a sigh of relief: "Is this... this pedantic? It's respect! Principle! Firmness! How can you say pedantic? Are you criticizing or praising?"

Xie Jiu smiled: "Of course it's a praise!"

Wei Chi was speechless. Who had ever heard of pedanticism as a compliment? Swallowed the blood that was about to be sprayed out and quickly changed the topic: "What song did you copy? You don't know any waltz or symphony?"

"Do you know this?"

"I'm not a professional, so I don't know much."

"Colorful clouds chase the moon."

The beautiful sister calmly announced the answer. Wei Chi breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was still a Chinese music. He did not make Western classical music. He was also worried that his sister would practice piano and violin too much, so he only knew classical music.

"Did you play?"

The beautiful sister glanced at the guy and said, "I don't know how to use the guqin, I don't know how to use the zither, and I can't understand the jiaozheng Gongshang. I just hummed the music score, which was played by the musicians in the palace."

As the two of them talked, they were both a little funny when they talked about the scene at that time. The couple didn't know how to write poetry, but they recited poetry and lyrics. This is the general environment of this era. In this regard, Wei Chi understood the time travelers very well. There was no way, the ancients were just like this. It was not that they wanted to be thieves in the literary world, but sometimes they were forced to go to Liangshan.

Xie Jiu was forced to steal a song "Colorful Clouds Chasing the Moon". Wei Chi, who was shameless, picked up the wine glass without saying a word, and consciously punished himself three cups. Under the eyes of a group of people who were looking forward to or mocking, he was very righteous and said simply: "Your Majesty, I really don't know how to write poetry. If you want to listen to the oil poem, then I will be fine if I go out and I have no knowledge anyway, and almost the people of the whole country will know about this. Just write poetry, I can't even write a word at this moment, so I will punish myself three cups."

After saying that, he picked up the wine glass and drank three more. He said this and laughed loudly or lowly in the audience. His Majesty Li Er shook his head and spared Wei Chi.

In addition to this episode of writing poetry, the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner was still very pleasant. This guy showed the attitude of later generations fighting with his leaders, tea in his left hand and wine in his right hand, and took out all the tricks commonly used on the wine table in later generations, and finally kept his sober.

When they returned home, they took their own baths and changed their home clothes. The servants set up the dining table in the yard early, all kinds of fruits, snacks, and mooncakes and ham fillings made according to Wei Chi's suggestion. This was prepared for him by Wei Chi. Xie Jiu liked the fruit fillings and made some. It was prepared yesterday, and people had sent them to the Locust Army Mansion of the Tang Dynasty.

He told his servants not to disturb him. Wei Chi hugged Xie Jiu and moved the soft chair to the yard. The two leaned against each other to enjoy the moon.

Wei Chi sighed a little, looked up at the bright moon, and said, "At this time last year, I was on duty, and I didn't feel anything. The festival was over, and I didn't feel anything. I felt a little sad this year. It's a very ordinary day!"

As he spoke, he felt a little sad. Xie Jiu turned his head and kissed him. This was the first familiar festival after the two of them came to ancient times. It was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it should be the members of the group, but now, there are only the two of them.

A young man does not know the taste of sorrow, but falls in love with the upper class. He insists on saying sorrow in order to write new poems.

Now I have realized the taste of sorrow and I want to say it but I want to say it but I want to say it but I want to say it but I say it's cool and autumn.
Chapter completed!