Chapter 233

Zhang Feng was speechless.

I knew it didn't fart well.

You just want a picture!

You can't just say it. As for the bitter meat play, here and there, are you tired?

I've seen dragon tricks better than you!

"All right! I can't do it tonight. I'm not interested. I have a headache. I'll talk about it tomorrow. It seems that you can't go back tonight. In that case, I'll make do with it tonight!"

Zhang Feng pointed to the tavern, then put several tables together and lay directly on it.

But Du Gou was stunned. Seeing that Zhang Feng was going to sleep, he hurriedly asked, "brother Zhang Feng, I have something to ask you. Please ask brother Zhang Feng to solve his doubts!"

"Say!"

Zhang Feng's head is going to explode.

He finally knows what his mother is a sour scholar. Are you tired of this red tape and chewing words!

If you enter the door and say directly, you want a word and you have questions to ask.

Maybe I'm on a whim to give you a hundred and eighty pairs of characters. It's a little fun!

Are you so?

"All right, you say, drunk, skull pain!"

Zhang Feng rubbed his skull. In Du Gou's strange eyes that could kill people, Zhang Feng could no longer lie down. He sat up and rubbed his temples.

At this time, Du goucai said, "it's still the question just now. I don't know. What kind of mood did Zhang Feng's Song Toast in?"

Zhang Feng rolled his eyes.

If I knew in what mood Li Bai wrote this poem, would I be here?

However, after thinking about it, this is no doubt not an opportunity, and then Zhang Feng launched the fooling Dharma.

"In fact, you have seen this poem!"

"Oh?"

When Du Gou heard the speech, he looked frozen and quickly hugged his fist.

"Please make it clear, brother Zhang Feng!"

"Today, in this tavern, you... Forget it, you're drunk and don't see it. Well, tomorrow, tomorrow, I'll let you personally feel this artistic conception. How about it?"

"OK! Thank you, brother Zhang Feng!"

"But there's another question. I don't know where brother Zhang Feng's heroism in this poem and the feeling after going through the vicissitudes come from?"

"Once, when I overheard my father singing this poem in my father's library, I was deeply attracted by the artistic conception of this poem. Therefore, I specially consulted and visited the famous Confucianism and Taoism and literature in Chang'an city. However, everyone was extremely shocked by this poem. Everyone was asking, which great scholar created it."

"However, when I said it was created by a tavern shopkeeper of the same age as me, they were stunned and didn't seem to believe it. Even, some people said that it was created by a Confucian minister who had experienced the court and witnessed the court all his life. This... Brother Zhang Feng, can you tell me what this is What's going on? "

"Or is this created by brother Zhang's teacher?"

“……”

Zhang Feng is crazy.

There is an impulse to cry.

Who can stand this NIMA?

I didn't say a word!!!!!

You just forced me to talk about such a big pile of things? You asked me to tell you a leg!

Seeing Du Gou continue to say, Zhang Feng hurried to stop.

"Brother Du, you have a lot of adults. Can you let me have a good rest and talk about it tomorrow? I have a headache!"

"Besides, literature comes first, not than age! This thing cares about the artistic conception and the perception in daily life!"

"Who says you can't guess the court in the market?"

"You say that the old man who works hard for life on the street, when they see the prosperity on the street or the poverty at home, they sit alone in a strange tavern, pouring and drinking while crying and feeling this life. What's the difference between chaotang and home?"

"A home in Datang is a safe haven for yourself to avoid wind and rain and all disasters. What's the difference between the two?"

"This... Is the source of my artistic conception. As for brother Du, you still need to practice! I suggest you go out of your imaginary world and observe the people's life in the secular world. This is what a Confucian scholar should do, not a hypocrite who hides in a book and talks nonsense without asking about the world!"

"All right, I'm sleeping. You're good!"

After that, Zhang Feng turned around and lay on the table, ignoring the madman.

But Du Gou didn't bother Zhang Feng anymore.

He was still immersed in what Zhang Feng had just said.

Zhang Feng's words, like opening a brand-new door to him, made him fall into a strange artistic conception and couldn't extricate himself.

Zhang Feng finally breathed a deep sigh of relief.

It's fucking scary.

This NIMA, old Du!

How can you stand such a son?

This

It's horrible!

After a moment of silence for old Du at the bottom of his heart, Zhang Feng looked guilty and closed his eyes