Great Tang’s Unparalleled National Teacher

Zhang Feng is speechless.

I knew that this guy didn't hold his fart.

Don't you just want a picture!

If you can’t just say it, it’s done. As for this is a bitter show again, and it’s this and that, are you tired?

I've seen the dragon tactics better than you!

"Let’s do! Words will not work tonight, no interest, headache, let’s talk about it tomorrow, it seems that you won’t be able to go back tonight, if that’s the case, there will be some tonight! "

Zhang Feng pointed to Tavern, then put several tables together and lay directly on them.

But Du Gou was stunned. He was about to fall asleep when he saw Zhang Feng. He hurriedly asked: "Brother Zhang Feng, I have something to ask next. Please also ask Zhang Feng to solve your doubts!"

"Say!"

Zhang Feng's head is about to explode.

He finally knows what a damn thing is a sour scholar, this red tape, bitter words, are you tired?

If you enter the door, just say, you want a picture, you have a question to ask.

That maybe I'll give you a hundred or eighty words on a whim, then it's a damn thing!

Are you like this?

"Okay, let's talk about it, drunk, my brain hurts!"

Zhang Feng rubbed his head, in Du Gou's weird eyes that can kill people, Zhang Feng couldn't lie down anymore, sat up and rubbed his temples.

At this time, Du Gou said: "It's still the question just now. I don't know, in what state of mind did the Zhang Feng brother's song Bring in the Wine created it?"

Zhang Feng rolled the eyes.

If Lao Tzu knew in what state of mind Li Bai wrote this poem, would Lao Tzu be here?

But, after thinking about it, this is undoubtedly not an opportunity, and Zhang Feng immediately started the Fudge Dafa.

"You have actually seen this poem!"

"oh?"

Du Gou hearing this, his expression condensed, and he hurriedly clasped his fists .

"Brother Zhang Feng, please make it clear!"

"Just today, in this little Tavern, you...Forget it, you didn't see it when you were drunk, so Well, Minger, Minger, I will let you experience this artistic conception firsthand, how about?"

"Okay! Then many thanks Zhang Feng brother!"

"But not talented There is another question. I don’t know the heroism in this poem by Brother Zhang Feng, and the feeling after the vicissitudes of life, where did it come from?"

"Once, in my father’s study When I accidentally heard my father sing this poem, I was deeply attracted by the artistic conception of this poem. So I also specifically asked for advice and visited the famous Dao of Confucianism in Chang'an City and everyone in Literature. , But everyone was shocked by this poem. Everyone was asking, which Great Confucian created this."

"But, Dangzai said it was a person of the same age as Xia Xia. Yes, when the creation of the little Tavern Shopkeeper came out, they were all stunned and didn't seem to believe it. Some even said that this is a small official who has experienced the Imperial Court and witnessed the Imperial Court all his life is about to resign. I only created it when I was an official and in a free and easy manner. This... Zhang Feng brother, can you tell me what is going on?"

"Or, this is Brother Created by Zhang's teacher?"

"..."

Zhang Feng is crazy.

There is an urge to cry.

Who can stand this fuck?

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

You forced me to produce such a large pile of things? You let me tell you something about it!

Seeing Du Gou continuing, Zhang Feng hurriedly called to stop.

"Brother Du, you have a large number of adults, can you give me a good rest. I'll talk about it tomorrow? I have a headache!"

"Furthermore, Literature, whoever attains shall be First, it’s not better than age! This thing cares about artistic conception, and what it cares about in daily life!"

"Who said that in the city, you can't guess the Imperial Court?"

"You say that the uncles who work hard for life on the street, when they see the prosperity on the street, or the poor at home, sit alone in a strange little Tavern while pouring and drinking. Weeping bitter tears, feelings about this life, may I ask, what is the difference between Imperial Court and home?"

"One is Great Tang’s home, and the other is a safe haven from wind and rain and all misfortunes. May I ask , What’s the difference between the two?"

"This...is where my artistic conception comes from. As for Brother Du, you still need to hone! I suggest you go out of the world you imagined, and then Observe the lives of the people more in the mundane world. This is what a Confucian scholar should do, not hiding in a book and talking about people, and a hypocrite who does not ask about world affairs!"

"Okay, I'm asleep, you have a good understanding!" After finishing speaking, Zhang Feng turned around and lay on the table, no longer paid attention to this lunatic.

But Du Gou never bothered Zhang Feng anymore.

He is still immersed in what Zhang Feng just said.

Zhang Feng's words are like opening a brand new door for him, making him fall into a strange mood and unable to extricate himself.

Zhang Feng is finally deeply sighed in relief.

Too fucking horror.

This fuck, Old Du!

How can you bear such a son?

This...

too terrifying!

After a moment of silence for Old Du in the bottom of my heart, Zhang Feng glanced with a guilty conscience whether he was hysterical Du Gou, and his eyes closed heavily...

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