Grandma's wanton life

Chapter 219 If You Laugh at Me, I'll Scold You!

"A person's energy should always be limited, right?"

"That's right. I heard that Professor Ye was not engaged in literature at first, but a mathematician. Why does he still have so much time to study calligraphy?"

"Don't talk about those useless things, just talk about what to do next time?"

"What else can I do, I can only study the official script! Let Lao Yang go up and try."

"Oh, that's the only way. I hope he's not so perverted."

The masters on the other side finally finished their discussions, and by this time the fifth boat had slowly floated out.Here, Ye Feng is drinking the fourth glass of fine wine with a dazed expression.

Peach Blossom Stuffed!
In this early winter season, it is really rare to be able to drink a glass of peach blossom wine.Even the masters on the other side could smell the fragrant fragrance of flowers.

I'm jealous!
Four glasses of fine wine, none of them tasted a single one!

And the most irritating thing is that this bastard Ye Feng likes to smack his lips every time he drinks, it's just on purpose!

The masters secretly clenched their fists one by one!
Must win!
This game must be won!
The boat was getting closer and closer, and everyone could see what was written on the flag.

"liquor"!
Just one word!

Mr. Yang stood up directly, and said to Ye Feng: "Professor Ye, do you dare to try using official script?" Mr. Yang said this more directly than Mr. Li in the previous game, and he was not hiding it.

"Why don't you dare?"

Ye Feng laughed loudly, leaned back and drank wildly, he didn't care that the wine wet his clothes, his face was already wet, and even the wine slowly slipped down his chin.

In addition to unrestrained waves, roam the world infinitely!
At this moment, Ye Feng really entered a wonderful state, that is...he really drank too much!
Four glasses of wine, one cup of four taels, Ye has already drank more than a catty and a half.To be honest, it is a miracle that Ye Feng can still stand up now!
Although Ye can still stand up, he is already wobbly, holding the wine glass in his left hand, wiping the corner of his mouth with his right hand, swaying to the left and to the right, making everyone laugh.

We have seen a lot of people who drink too much, but he drank too much because he always won the game. It is really the first time to see him!

"Brother-in-law, let me do this game."

Seeing that Ye Feng couldn't stand still, the girl Leng standing next to her got up and said.

"No! No need!" Ye shouted inarticulately: "I'm fine! Bring me a pen, I can still write!"

Mr. Ye wobbled and fell to the ground because he lost his footing. Fortunately, he was a little far away from the creek, otherwise he would definitely fall into the river now!
That would be great fun!

Even though they didn't fall into the river, it was already a lot of fun!

Seeing that Ye Feng fell down, everyone immediately burst into laughter.

"Hahaha!"

"Can this young man do it?"

"Hahaha I laughed so hard, I drank like this? What else can I write!"

"Hurry up and go back to sleep!"

"Now the masters are going to win!"

"Anyone who can get drunk on such an occasion is number one! Haha!"

For a moment, whether it was the guests or the juniors of the Lan family, they burst into laughter, and some of them were mocking.

Even the members of the Lan family covered their faces and couldn't see.

"I also convinced my brother-in-law."

"At first, when I saw my brother-in-law was drinking so much, I thought he had a lot of money. It turned out that he didn't know what to do after a long time!"

"I used to think that my brother-in-law was unreliable. Later, when he showed his invincible calligraphy, I thought I saw hope. However, my brother-in-law proved with his strength how correct my first impression of him was!"

"..."

Here, Leng Mei quickly helped Ye Feng up, "Brother-in-law?"

"It's okay." Ye Feng shook his head, looked at the wine glass in his hand, hey, how much wine was spilled in it!
Elder Yang over there has already started to write, Ye Feng was dazed and dazed, as if he just remembered that he was in a competition, leaning on Leng Mei with drunken eyes, holding the cup in his left hand and the pen in his right.

Leaning against Leng Mei, Ye Feng didn't forget to drink while writing, a lot of fine wine spilled on the rice paper, Ye Feng didn't care.

The pen is like a dragon and a snake, and it is like a dragon and a phoenix!
Soon, someone Ye flicked the pen.

Wow, he really was a flick.After the big brother finished writing, he didn't know whether it was intentional or something. Anyway, he threw the brush in his hand three meters away and fell directly into the creek.

Everyone was speechless, this guy has the rhythm of drinking madness!
Although Mr. Yang over there started the writing first, but he hadn't finished it yet, the waiter here hastily raised Ye Feng's work first.

Lishu!

It really is official script!
It is the Han Li that represents the peak period of Li Shu!
The calligraphers on the opposite bank were all stunned. Looking at the neatly arranged flat characters on the wine-stained rice paper, everyone was shocked but not too surprised.

Very contradictory!
But it is very real!
In fact, they have already prepared, and they can accept Ye Feng's clerical script.But what shocked them was, you are so fucking drunk, how can you write such beautiful characters?
Doesn't your hand that holds the pen shake?
Mr. Yang, who hadn't finished writing, also dropped the pen and threw it into the creek.

Stop writing!
How can you write this shit?
This bastard is not human!
It doesn't matter if your poetry is good, even if your calligraphy is good, I can bear it!
But, how the hell can you not have both?

what?
Poetry is good, calligraphy is also good!

What the hell can it compare to?
Yang Lao was so angry that his beard flew up!
He didn't just admit defeat because of Ye Feng's official script, but was stimulated by Ye Feng's poem!

Really!

He was really stimulated!

And not only him, but almost everyone who laughed at Ye Feng just now, after seeing this poem, he was so dumbfounded.

I feel like I have a bowl of old blood in my chest, and I can't spit it out!

Dean Hu tugged at the corner of his mouth, and said helplessly, "Professor Ye is really the one who refuses to suffer, and he is the only one with this talent."

Elder Feng beside him also grinned and said, "If this "Peach Blossom Fairy Poem" hadn't been written on this occasion, it would definitely be a masterpiece, but I don't think it's right to put it here?" "Peach Blossom Temple Poem", author Tang Bohu.)
"Of course it doesn't feel right. This is Professor Ye shivering at those people." Dean Hu looked at the poem and read: "Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, Peach Blossom Immortals in Peach Blossom Temple. Peach Blossom Immortals plant peach trees, and Picking peach blossoms in exchange for wine money. Drunk awake only sits in front of flowers, drunk still comes to sleep with flowers. Half drunk and half awake day after day, flowers bloom and fall year after year. I hope that I will die of old age and will not bow before the chariots and horses Car dust and horses are enough to show people's affairs, and wine cups and flower branches are hermits. If you compare the showman to the hermit, one is on the ground and the other is in the sky. If flowers and wine are compared to cars and horses, why should I be idle? The world laughs at me for being too crazy. I laugh at others for not being able to see through. There are no tombs of heroes in the five tombs, and there are no flowers and no wine to hoe the fields."

"Hehe, it's only Professor Ye who has the skill to forcefully write about how he fell drunk and fell so elegantly, sitting in front of a flower, sleeping in a flower, isn't it just a somersault after drinking too much!" Dean Hu laughed.

Old Feng continued: "That's not true. Professor Ye's fall, can that be called a fall?"

"Hahaha! Right to the extreme!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, anyway, they didn't laugh at Ye Feng just now, this poem has nothing to do with him.

However, many people at the scene were not as leisurely as he was here, and many of them just made fun of Ye Feng!
What does Ye Feng's poem mean?
What do you mean I hope to die of old age in the wine room, and I don't want to bow before the chariots and horses?
Ok?
What is the matter of the car dust and the horse's feet, and the fate of the hermit on the wine calendula branch?

Are you angry or not?
Oh, you are called a hermit if you drink too much, and we are laymen if you don't drink too much?What if he compares the obvious to the hermit, one in the flat ground and the other in the sky?

You mean it's an honor to drink too much, doesn't it?
The following sentence is even more irritating, "If you compare flowers and wine to chariots and horses, why don't you bother me?" Who the hell are you mocking?

what?
Our idleness is called mediocrity, what the hell is it called leisurely?
This Nima is too much!

Of course, this is not the most irritating thing. The most irritating thing is the following sentence: "The world laughs at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through"!
What the hell did you get drunk and fall over and say we can't see through?
Why can't we see through it after a couple of laughs?

The writing of this poem is so embarrassing!

If it weren't for the old man and others here, Ye must have been beaten to death!
This bastard's mouth is too poisonous!

He is so proficient in turning black and white and playing tricks!
Obviously it was you who drank too much and made a fool of yourself, why did you say it out of your mouth in the end, and it became us stupid?
Whether it is the calligraphy masters on the other side, or the relatives and guests present, all of them are covered with black lines.

This guy is so fucking annoying!

What's even more irritating is that if he bury you, you have nothing to do with him!
He scolded you!
What can you do?

You can write better than him, but you can still write poems and curse back?

In front of this bastard, this group of people don't even have the capital to speak out!

The greatest pain in the world is this, you understand when he scolds you, but you can't scold him back!
But no matter how you say it, Ye Feng won again.

Coincidentally, Ye Feng had just finished his last glass of wine, and now he had another glass of wine.

After taking the wine glass brought up by the waiter, Ye sat down on the side of the stream happily.

He raised his neck and took a drink, extremely heroic.

Seeing Ye Feng gulping down cup after cup of wine, everyone was quite convinced in their hearts.

This cup is four taels!Ye Feng can drink enough!I haven't vomited yet!
But after Ye Feng drank this sip of wine, his complexion immediately became the color of a pig's liver!
Nima!

Erguotou!
This glass of wine is definitely his Erguotou!

At least sixty degrees!
I rub!

"Cough cough..."

Ye almost didn't spray it, but he suppressed it and swallowed it.

This choked Ye Feng so much that tears came out.

The first few glasses were made of rice wine or flower wine, which were relatively fragrant, but this Erguotou was full of koji, which was extremely spicy!
After this sip of wine, Ye felt as if he had seen the moon waving at him.

(End of this chapter)