Uncrowned Evil Emperor

On Xilin Lake, there are boating everywhere, large and small Hakka boats set sail, floating leisurely on the sparkling lake.

The spring wits meeting is the busiest time in the afternoon. At this moment, most of the wits have already boarded the boat, catering to the voices of poetry coming from outside, and a competition of poetry has begun.

"No. 1 ship Xi Ruiyun wrote a poem: Wing Chun Tune, send Qingyuelou, Miss Xiyu, need 38 flowers..."

"On the 23rd ship, Ma Yuanru, son, a seven-character quatrain, traveling to Xilin in the Ming Dynasty, and got 12 purple orchids..."

"Ship No. 7, Miss Sima Ruyu, for a poem called Spring Breeze, I got 27 purple orchids..."

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There was a sound of chant on the lake, which was as clear as a silver bell and touching the heart. When the sound fell, there were bursts of exclamation and praise on the lake, and the lake waves undulated slightly.

On the No. 138 ship, Feng Jueyu and Mu Qianjun sat side by side in the bow, and set up a small table. On the table, there was a plate of muffins, sweet-scented osmanthus cake, peanuts, and melon seeds, and two jugs of water wine.

Xiaobi, a girl in green clothes, and Xiaolian, a girl in yellow clothes, propped up the oars and sang a little song cheerfully against the breeze...

In this situation, even those who are no longer obsessed with lake tours can feel a different kind of comfort...

The boat drove aimlessly, passing by pavilions, temples, scenic spots, mountains and gorges, as if unfolding a beautiful and moving picture scroll, presented to the tourists one after another.

Feng Jueyu and Mu Qianjun were very puzzled by the sound of chant on the lake, and couldn't help asking: "You two girls, do you still send flowers for this poem? What's the use?"

Xiaobi replied with a smile: "The two young masters don't know something. It is Zhang Changling, a scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion, who sets the rules for the talented scholars. The most basic treatment, and that’s all. If you want to add more food, it’s not uncommon, but the people on the boat need to compose poems or sing songs impromptu. Then the maidservant on the boat will chant The sound spread far and wide. After the organizers of the conference and the old scholars appointed by the royal family in the talent building of Xilin Lake, they jointly tasted and presented a little purple orchid, the national flower of Tiannan. , delicacies, fine wines..."

Xiao Bi spoke eloquently, explaining the rules for visiting the lake and enjoying the scenery, and Feng Jueyu and Mu Qianjun were amazed.

"It turns out that there are so many Taoisms here. Zhang Changling is worthy of being a scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion, so he can come up with such a brilliant idea."

Feng Jueyu gulped down the fine wine in the glass and stuttered his tongue, the wine was also tasteless.

Lifting the jug, Feng Jueyu was about to pour another glass, but when he picked it up, he found that the jug had become lighter, and after shaking it, it was empty.

Looking up, Mu Qianjun on the opposite side was holding another jug ​​and pouring it into his mouth with his neck raised.

"Damn, Brother Mu, have you drank all the wine?"

Mu Qianjun shook the jug vigorously, poured the last drop into his mouth, wiped his mouth in dissatisfaction, and said, "What kind of bullshit rules? I just don't want me to drink to my heart's content."

Xiao Bi and Xiao Lian covered their mouths and laughed lightly. Although the young man in yellow shirt in front of him is pitiful with poor literary background, he is also cute, but he can drink too much. It took only a while to get on the boat, and the two standard jugs of wine were taken away by him. Alone drank it all.

"Mr. Mu, I can see that you are a hero in wine, but if there are no good words in the future, I'm afraid there will be no more wine to drink."

Hehe, Xiaobi and Xiaolian said, laughing out loud.

Mu Qianjun glanced at the two girls, curled his lips and said, "I'm not having fun, I'm really not having fun. I said, two girls, can you give me another word riddle."

The two girls smiled: "Young Master Mu, this little maid can't be the master."

"Then what should I do? My young master is too happy to drink, and I knew I would not be able to get on this wrecked ship."

"If the young master repents, the maidservant can send the two young masters back."

Feng Jueyu didn't enjoy drinking to his heart's content, he only drank one of the two jugs of wine, and poured the rest into Mu Qianjun's stomach: "Oh, brother Mu, I'm leading a wolf into the house." Feng Jueyu Rubbing his forehead with his hands, he looked extremely remorseful.

"Hey." Mu Qianjun scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "I made my brother laugh. If I had known this, I would have brought some wine."

Day, this guy is full of wine, why don't you drink to death.

Feng Jueyu rolled his eyes, he was too lazy to talk to this drunkard, and just looked at the scenery by himself.

In fact, he is also a good drinker, originally he thought that Mu Qianjun was upright and a good friend, so he planned to have a good time with wine.

Unexpectedly, the typical guy likes to drink more than friends, he drank two wine jugs upside down, and didn't save any for himself, it's really not a thing.

Seeing that Feng Jueyu didn't speak, Mu Qianjun rolled his eyes and whispered, "Hey, brother, how about we think of a way to exchange some wine?"

"What way?" Feng Jueyu raised his eyelids.

Mu Qianjun said: "Didn't you bring that book with a thousand poems? Like this, if we mess up the nice sentences in it and recombine a few poems, maybe we can fool the group of immortals."

Feng Jueyu wanted to die, so he gave a thumbs up and said, "Awesome, you are so awesome..."

Xiao Bi and Xiao Lian heard the laughing flowers trembling, and said: "Young Master Mu, you are so interesting, even our two girls remember most of the poetry collections, do you think the bachelors can't see it?"

Feng Jueyu chuckled, and said: "Brother Mu, save yourself, if you want to drink to your heart's content, why not disembark, since there is nothing to see here anyway?"

"How about that?"

At first, I thought Mu Qianjun was full of energy when it came to drinking, but he immediately refuted it: "No, no, I can't get off the boat, even if I don't drink, I can't get off the boat."

"Why?" Feng Jueyu was stunned.

Mu Qianjun hesitated to speak, and said: "Oh, brother, don't ask, I can't get off the boat anyway."

"Then just bear with it." Feng Jueyu sighed.

When it comes to reciting poems correctly, Feng Jueyu is really not good. Poetry requires a lot of inspiration. Every famous sentence that has moved through the ages is not just randomly obtained. People like Li Bai, the poet of the Tang Dynasty, and Du Fu, the saint of poetry, who are they? It is not the great talents of the time who have produced a large number of classic masterpieces.

When it comes to the method of killing, Feng Jueyu admits that no one will obey him, but when it comes to writing poetry, no one obeys him...

Feng Jueyu was depressed and sat on the boat looking at the surrounding scenery, there were mountains, water, and beauties, but there was no wine, it was too bad.

Looking at Mu Qianjun again, this kid looks like a dog, like a gentleman, what's the matter with his eyes?Why do you stare at the purple orchids on the surrounding ships and swallow your saliva?

It's not like you can't drink alcohol, you're ready to grab it...

Just thinking of this, Mu Qianjun slapped the table and stood up: "Damn, don't give me a drink, I will grab it..."

Uh……

"Don't do it." Xiaobi and Xiaolian were taken aback. This is the Spring Talented Scholars' Fair. If they rob people of wine because they can't write poems, it will be a big joke.

Feng Jueyu stared at Mu Qianjun in a daze, and suddenly laughed: "Brother Mu, are you so good at drinking?"

Mu Qianjun said sternly: "Of course, I don't enjoy drinking without drinking. If you offend me, even Zhang Changling, I won't give him face."

Day, still a dead brain.

Feng Jueyu thought for a while, then slapped the table and said loudly: "Okay, for Brother Mu, Feng made an exception today."

"An exception?" The three of them were at a loss what they said, what do you mean, you have the ability to compose poetry?Who are you kidding?Didn't you just show off with a book of other people's poems?

Feng Jueyu made an exception, of course, not because of his great literary talent, but because he planned to silently write all the poems he remembered in exchange for some wine.

Anyway, I don’t want to be famous, so it’s not too much to change to some wine. The worst thing is that I wrote the poem, er, I didn’t write it at all.

That's right, I'm going to be cheeky this time, and I'll write a poem in exchange for wine, which will shake up the talent meeting in spring.

Feng Jueyu had a laugh, suddenly became heroic, and shouted to Xiaobi: "Xiaobi, take down the sail."

There are obviously big numbers hanging on the canvas. Feng Jueyu doesn't want people to know that he wrote the poem. It would be too shameless to say that.

"Why are you withdrawing?" Xiao Bi was puzzled.

"If you are told to withdraw, you will withdraw, Xiaolian, take the Four Treasures of the Study." Feng Jueyu rolled up his arms and sleeves, preparing to pretend to be aggressive for a few drinks.

Mu Qianjun blinked his eyes, and said happily, "Brother, do you understand? Great, take out the poetry collection, and let's study it together."

"Study something?" Feng Jueyu rolled his eyes.

Xiao Lian was puzzled, but she went into the boat house and took out the Four Treasures of the Study.

The canvas was taken down, there was no obvious ship number, Feng Jueyu pondered with a pen, and suddenly asked: "Xiaobi, Xiaolian, how many purple orchids can I exchange for wine?"

"More than ten sticks, you can exchange for a pot of wine, 50 sticks, you can exchange for one jar, more than 100 sticks, three jars, if you can reach 500 sticks, you can drink freely."

500?Feng Jueyu shrank his neck, just now he heard the shouts from outside, Xi Ruiyun, the number one talent in Tiannan, only got 38 poems, how many poems would he have to write?

But when I think about it, I'm afraid of being stupid. I have Master Li, Master Du... and other masters possessing me, so I can't get 500 sticks?

Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu closed his eyes, and after a long time, he picked up a brush and wrote it down on the paper at a speed as fast as a copying machine.

After writing an article, he handed the paper to Xiao Bi in a very arrogant way: "Read..."

Xiao Bi, Xiao Lian, and Mu Qianjun surrounded him at the same time. They didn't believe that this bluffing talent would have the ability to compose poetry, but after reading it, the three of them were stunned.

Xiao Bi and Xiao Lian recited silently three times, and then showed a look of surprise, and said to Feng Jueyu very respectfully: "Master, the real person does not show his face, and the servant girl has eyes that don't recognize Mount Tai."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Bi put the paddle aside, took the rice paper and read aloud:

In the middle of the spring, the gifted scholars will meet Tiannan.

In March, the lake is clear, and the birds are singing in the spring of Yunshan.Zilan Yinglinxi, helping the boat across the Dongting.

The wine companions come to meet each other, and open the statue to unravel the wine together.When the cup is in hand, the singing girls don't stop talking.