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Chapter 143 Brother 140 Chapter [-] Shangyuan Night Banquet

At the banquet, everyone exchanged cups, drank and chatted.During the banquet, a female official acted as the ordering officer to execute the elegant order, reciting poems and quoting scriptures according to the rhyme, which was very lively.

Considering that monk Yuyan is not that proficient in poetry, this wine order does not pay attention to poetry, as long as it rhymes, doggerel is also acceptable.

The wine during the banquet was not an ordinary product on the market, but a fine nectar with a little spiritual energy.The degree is deep and easy to intoxicate.

After a few rounds, Lin Feifei was already a little drunk, and her jade-like face was a little cherry red.

Of course, Lin Feifei drank a lot because she lost a lot, because she was too lazy to copy poems from her memory, so she would lose to poems when drinking.

However, she doesn't care at all. She loves to drink, so what kind of punishment is fine wine if she loses?

Now is not the time when she drank too much in her previous life and would show her fox tail. In this life, she can drink whatever she wants!Let go and drink!Drink boldly!
With drunken eyes, Lin Feifei saw that beside Lu Zhijin, there seemed to be another beauty, and half of her body was almost leaning on him.

"Hey, is Xiao Zhijin enlightened?" She muttered to herself, then suddenly got up, thinking of going over to join in the fun.

At this moment, the girl from the Li family next to her suddenly grabbed her and said with a smile, "Miss Lin, where do you want to go? You will be fined for drinking if you leave the banquet halfway!"

Lin Feifei grabbed her own wine glass, raised her head and drank it dry, then turned the glass upside down and shook it twice, and said with a smile, "What's fine wine?"

The daughter of the Li family still grabbed her and did not let go. Lin Feifei was more relaxed when she was drunk, but she staggered and fell back on the mat.

Lin Feifei said slightly dissatisfied: "Why are you dragging me?"

Li's daughter tapped her chin lightly, motioning her to look forward: "There is a good show going on."

Lin Feifei raised her eyes and looked over, suddenly there was a burst of applause from the group of people in front of the emperor, as if someone had written a great poem.

Immediately afterwards, someone pointed the finger at Lu Zhijin, who was deserted, did not drink or compose poetry, and remained motionless in his seat like an old monk in meditation.

"Ninth brother, I heard that you are very talented in swordsmanship. I wonder if you have dabbled in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting? Brother Liu Huang has already recited a masterpiece today. He is also a prince who has the emperor's order. Why don't you also play a song? Everyone Say, okay?" It was the Eighth Prince who spoke.

Everyone cheered and said: "Good!"

Ren Huang heard the movement, looked over, and took a sip of wine with great interest.

Lu Zhijin didn't answer immediately, and the scene was quiet for a while.

Lin Feifei secretly said: "Can Xiao Zhijin compose poems? I'm afraid not."

Lu Zhijin, who devotes himself to practicing swordsmanship, seems to have never seen him pick up a collection of poems and pictures.

Is there something wrong with the Eighth Prince?Dig a hole for your brother?
Sure enough, Lu Zhijin said indifferently: "A certain literary and ink is insufficient, and he only knows some sour sentences, so he won't make a fool of himself."

There was a sneer at the corner of the Eighth Prince's mouth, he suddenly changed the topic, and said with a bright smile: "It seems that the Mishan Sect only knows how to practice Taoism, but not writing, so it will inevitably lose its style."

After the eighth prince's words fell, the monks sent to the banquet in the Mishan Sect became annoyed for a while, especially Ji Tiantao!
Lu Zhijin is the pride of their Ninth Peak, a 27-year-old master who advanced to the Yang God Realm, who else in the whole continent?
What does it mean to lose style?

Everyone is practicing Taoism, not Confucianism. Who stipulates that monks must be all-round talents in civil and military affairs?
In this world, what is needed are talents, not all-rounders.If someone is all-rounder, then he is the king of men.

I just hate that everyone is clumsy in speech and tongue, and they are indeed no match for Confucian scholars, and this is the imperial palace, the prince's home court, so they are not easy to turn their faces, and they dare not speak out for a while.

The Eighth Prince didn't care what the disciples of the Mishan Sect were thinking, and then asked in the direction of the Yuhua Sect: "I wonder if the Yuhua Sect can make a song?"

The son of the Yuhua School said: "Since the eighth prince has such a taste, I don't want to disappoint. Although I don't like writing and ink, I occasionally play with one or two poems to cultivate my sentiments."

After finishing speaking, he pondered for a moment, and sure enough, he recited a Shangyuan Festival poem that was appropriate to the time and occasion.

Everyone immediately applauded and cheered loudly.

The Emperor Lu Jiuyuan picked up his wine glass in an unclear manner, and took a sip of the wine.

Concubine Ru, who was sitting on the left side of him, smiled and whispered to him: "I didn't expect that the holy son of the Yuhua sect has both civil and military skills, and the Yuhua sect has a successor."

The Emperor said indifferently: "If Son of Yuhua didn't even have the courage to speak in public, he wouldn't dare to sit here."

Concubine Ru had achieved her goal, she covered her mouth with a smile and stopped talking.

Concubine Ru is the mother concubine of the six princes, the mother is more expensive than the son, and now she is the head of the four concubines.

One end was whistling the rainbow fart of Son of Yuhua, while Lin Feifei was extremely upset at the other end.

What the hell, it's so obvious when you push and step on it, it's abominable!
Although Lin Feifei is not a high-profile person, seeing someone using Lu Zhijin as a stepping stone to fame makes her feel uncomfortable for no reason, even worse than laughing at her directly!
So Lin Feifei said angrily: "I think this poem is nothing more than that! It's amazing, it's just that I made a poem in advance and came here to perform it."

Her loud voice was heard by everyone around her, including Shengzi Yuhua of course.

Prepare one or two poems in advance for the occasion. This is a tacit matter at the Dagan banquet. After all, it is too exaggerated to write a poem in seven steps.

It's just that Lin Feifei didn't expect that Lin Feifei would just ignore it, and many people already chuckled.

Shengzi Yuhua was humiliated, so he was naturally displeased. He cast a cold glance at Lin Feifei and said, "Let me hear this fellow Taoist's opinion."

The Eighth Prince picked up a smile and said: "This charming and lovely fairy, if I remember correctly, it is Lin Feifei who has deciphered the ancient characters? He even knows the ancient characters, so he must have some literary ink in his stomach! Why don't you come and write us a poem?" head?"

At this time, Lin Feifei ignited her fighting spirit, stood up abruptly, stared at the Eighth Prince and his party, and said, "What's so difficult about writing poetry? It's just that the Eighth Prince is so aggressive, so he must have poetic talent. I'd like to invite two Give me some advice!"

"Oh, all ears." The eighth prince said with a teasing smile, his face full of frivolity.

Lin Feifei tilted her head and thought for a moment (actually she was turning over her original memory), and then said with confidence: "Can I write lyrics?"

"Cici are fine too. Poems are all elegant."

Lin Feifei picked up the jug and drank heavily, her beautiful eyes were blurred by the alcohol, anyone who looked at her seemed to be sucked into their souls.

Lin Feifei waved her hand casually, and said, "Here comes the pen! Here comes the ink! This first word is my treasure at the bottom of the box. I'm afraid that if I say it, there will be no one else in this world!"

As soon as this remark was uttered, it immediately attracted a lot of discussion.

"What a big breath!"

"What a lunatic!"

"This little fairy is not just a rotten bag of embroidered pillows."

"Crazy or not, what you say doesn't matter." Lin Feifei's eyes were full of drunkenness, and she suddenly smiled brightly, like a hundred flowers blooming.

The Emperor calmly glanced at the servant next to him, and the latter immediately prepared with understanding.

(End of this chapter)