Chapter 382 Birthday worship

Fifty spring is not just a matter of time, how much hard work turns into sweetness.

Once the sea was flowing, it was also due to the family's support for the talents.

I have been concentrating on the new ink for several days, and I have focused on the freshness of the old poems during the fifth update.

Now I wish you a happy dance and believe in life for two hundred years!

Shocked, when Di Zhixun opened the gift that Liu Yi had delivered in public, everyone present took back the look of disdain and contempt. The poor quality matte work of five cents, the cheap rough yellow and white paper, and the slightly twisted regular characters written by Liu Yi were all ignored.

Festive, grand, sympathetic and scenery are a rare masterpiece. Just looking at Di Zhixun and the real smile on Dilu's face can be concluded. This poem is very consistent with their wishes. Especially Dilu, "I once crossed the sea and also rely on my family to help the virtuous." Liu Yi praised her like this, and she was not unhappy. When she looked at Liu Yi again, she was extremely happy.

Moreover, Di Zhixun has always been low-key and not ostentatious. Liu Yi's simple and affectionate gift was very much in line with his wishes. When he looked up at Liu Yi, he felt that the young man was more pleasing to him. He even wondered whether he would give him some more money. He completely forgot that he was thinking about saying Liu Yi's salute because he had finished class early.

As the saying goes, a handsome man covers a hundred ugliness. This poem to celebrate the birthday alone is enough to cover up all the discomforts of Liu Yi.

Literary people value talent and martial artists value art. Who can come to celebrate Di Zhixun’s birthday today? Which one does not have some ink in his stomach? Which one does not understand some poetry? They can see the quality of a poem at a glance. Therefore, as soon as this birthday poem was released, their eyes changed when they looked at Liu Yiu again. Many people who also used calligraphy and painting to celebrate their birthdays could not help but touch their noses, feeling a little ashamed.

At this moment, their identity, status, and calligraphy were all thrown aside. The title of "Young Talent" was silently covered by them.

After finishing, Di Zhixun nodded at Liu Yiuan with satisfaction, gently rolled up the calligraphy and paintings, handed them to Di Liang to take them, and reached out to invite Liu Yiu to eat with him.

"Thank you, Lord Di, that little boy has passed the hairpin!" Liu Yi bowed politely at Di Zhixun, Dilu, and a few older masters present, and then sat down at the bottom of the head with a graceful butt. Only then did he realize that Li Jihe and Nangong Wan'er were also sitting on the table, and the position was next to him.

"Mr. Liu!" Li Jihe bowed his hands gently and greeted Liu Yi, while Nangong Wan'er gave Liu Yi a blank look and snorted coldly. It was obvious that she was still angry about the song "Golden Clothes" a few days ago.

"Oh, it turns out it's Brother Ji. I haven't seen each other for a few days. Brother Ji's body seems to be very good. It's a joyful congratulations. I think there must be a lot of contributions from Miss Nangong here, right?" Liu Yi bowed and bowed indifferently, and at the same time he didn't expect to tease Nangong Wan'er a few more words.

"Mr. Lao Liu was worried!" Li Jihe nodded and chuckled at Liu Yi's relentlessly, and did not take Liu Yi's words seriously. However, Nangong Wan'er had a slightly red face, pouted her mouth, and looked at Liu Yi's eyes, which were all white. This was Di Zhixun's birthday party. Although Nangong Wan'er was bold, she did not dare to do anything too rude.

There are three tables in the lobby of the front yard of Di Mansion, each table has about ten people. Judging from their appearance, they seem to have some identities, and when they drink, they are not as noisy as in restaurants and bars. They are mostly whispering, and even when they drink, they often show their poems, which is very elegant.

In addition to the female family members of the Dilu family, most of the middle-aged or elderly men and gentlemen who were about Di Zhixun, were dressed in Confucian clothes, and they looked very knowledgeable, and they also spoke in a literary way.

"Haha, I know you guys are all good wine, let's see what this is?" Di Zhixun took out a steaming pot of fine white porcelain wine pot from under the table, and said proudly to several old friends on the table: "The 'three bowls of 'no drinks' are not enough', the fine liquid will definitely make you all enjoy the alcohol addiction."

Since the hardcover version of "Three Bowls Not the Gang" started selling, Di Zhixun began to instruct Di Liang to purchase and store some from time to time. It is a pot of ten thousand yuan, which is not affordable for most people. If it weren't for the birthday and there was an old friend present, Di Zhixun really wouldn't want to take them out. You should know that the original wine of "Three Bowls Not the Gang" is now all royal tribute wine. It is rich and difficult to buy anything again.

Di Zhixun placed three pots on the table, each pot was filled with warm and humid heat, emitting a strong aroma of wine.

"It's really good wine!" Li Jihe couldn't help but praise her. He smelled the fragrance and knew the smell of the wine. The fragrance of this kind of wine that "three bowls are not the same as the tribute wine he had drunk in the palace before was several times more fragrant.

"It's a good wine, but unfortunately Brother Ji couldn't drink it," Liu Yiu also took a sip of it intoxicatingly, smelling the fragrance remaining in the air, and said to Li Jihe softly: "I heard that people who are injured should not drink alcohol, especially for the strong wine like "Three bowls of nowhere". Brother Ji is not lucky today, haha."

After saying something to Li Jihe, Liu Yi stopped talking. He left Li Jihe with a bitter face and began to sweep up the food on the table. He didn't eat for a whole morning. He was really hungry. The table was filled with fragrant wine and food, which was very tempting for him.

Liu Yiu ate very quickly, but she looked very elegant and had no vulgarity. However, when everyone was drinking and chatting, he was the only one eating and drinking wine and food, which seemed a little, well, abruptly, and a little uneducated.

Liu Yifan's way of eating as if no one else made Li Jihe remember the situation when he was in Sanyuan and in Chang'an when he was eating with Liu Yi. At that time, Mr. Liu seemed to be so alternative and unique, and did not care about other people's opinions.

"This," while Nangong Wan'er restricted Li Jihe from drinking, she also opened her mouth to pay attention to Liu Yifan's every move. Seeing Liu Yifan's drinking like Liu Yifan, Nangong Wan'er actually had an illusion that she felt that Liu Yifan was even more powerful than their rogues. In front of so many literati and Confucian scholars, he dared to make such exaggerated and rude actions. To be honest, in addition to the previous tricks, Nangong Wan'er also expressed a little admiration for Liu Yi.

"Mom, look at that stinky teacher!" Di Zhizhi looked at Liu Yiyi very disdainfully, and complained in front of Dilu in a low voice, not missing any opportunity to drive Liu Yifan away.

"Don't be rude. Mr. Liu is true love. If you are willing, you can learn from him. No one will blame you. Isn't this birthday party just for people to eat?" Dilu quietly picked up the silk cloth on the table and wiped the greasy corner of his mouth, turned his head to look at his daughter, and said to her in a low voice.

This is a large banquet, and everyone here is also a person with status. Just like any luxurious banquet that Liu Yi had attended before, although the people here would be a little disgusted with his behavior or even disgusted with him, no one would stand up and accuse him. After all, this banquet focused on the word "feast". And Liu Yi never took those people's attention to it.

"Hmph! I won't be as unreliable as him!" Di Zhizhi snorted lightly, looked at Liu Yifan again, then pouted her mouth and turned her head.

Liu Yiu took a sip of the wine. In addition to the smell of oil in his mouth, he was about to fight with a braised pig's trotter on the plate. His shoulder was patted from behind.

"Liu Yifan, Mr. Liu, is Mr. Liu?" A young man in his twenties stood behind Liu Yi with a wine glass in one hand and said softly to Liu Yi: "Why are you ashamed of not being talented? He Zimei, I heard from my mentor and junior sister mentioned it to us in the morning that Mr. Liu is very talented and good at chanting poetry and is worthy of rivalry. I just saw Mr. Liu's birthday wishes by his mentor. I admire him deeply and wanted to use wine as a poem with him. The last time I didn't know if he would like to give me advice?"

"Fight wine?" Liu Yi turned around and looked at He Zimei. Seeing that his eyes were full of provocation, his eyes still glanced at Di Zhizhi from time to time. He knew in his heart that this person must have been instigated by Di Zhizhi's little girl.

Feeling that everyone in the hall had focused their attention here, Liu Yi chuckled and said, "Brother Zimei looks down on me too highly. Liu is just a little teacher. Even if he knows a little bit of literature, he will not be a good match for Master Di. It would be better if he doesn't fight this wine, just think that Liu admits defeat."

As he said that, Liu Yipeng picked up the wine glass on the table and bowed to He Zimei and said respectfully: "Liu punished himself for a cup, Brother Zimei is free."

"Hey!" He Xian grabbed Liu Yi's right hand and blocked his tendency to drink. He chuckled unyieldingly and said to Liu Yi: "How can this be considered losing before the fight? Mr. Liu looks down on He? Or does Mr. Liu think that He is not qualified to fight Mr. Liu?"

As soon as He Zhi said that, Liu Yi knew that the boy was determined to embarrass him. He looked up and looked down on him, and the corners of Liu Yi's mouth curled gently.
Chapter completed!