Start with the humble bridegroom

Chapter 117
Xilu Kingdom left in a rather embarrassing situation, not to mention a table of silver, even the more than 20 jars of excellent tribute wine that he brought with him stayed where they were.

Only Princess Yunshang took away the eight poems that she said were copied by herself.

Prefect Yan did not make any "post-match" speeches, and left with a group of bureaucrats Shi Shiran in a breezy manner without leaving any clouds behind.

There were only a dozen Wuling scholars left in the Chuyao Pavilion, and then a group of yamen princes also poured into the lobby, and the atmosphere became more and more enthusiastic.The cooks of Chuyao Pavilion are fully fired, and all kinds of best food and water are delivered to the lobby.

Just outside the door, when the news came that Zhang Xinzhi had drunk seven cups of Xilugong wine, the hundreds of students gathered on the whole street were full of despondency.However, the situation changed suddenly. From the moment Taishou Yan asked the price of a single poem, everything seemed to be a trap designed by the people of Wuling long ago.

Zhang Xinzhi, who "coaxed" seven glasses of good wine, had to give up the last glass of good wine and wrote seven poems chanting plums.

Every time Zhang Xinzhi released a song, the maids of Chuyao Pavilion rushed to the door to preach loudly.

The classic poems of plum blossoms from another time and space turned the whole east street into a sea of ​​jubilation!

In the lobby of Chuyao Pavilion, Huo Bingcheng and Mr. Luo San jumped onto the middle row of tables one after another. They both stepped on the pile of silver, and each held a jar of Xilugong wine to compete for wine.

Zhang Zhe, who had drunk too much, just wanted to find a seat to sit down, but Shi Xiu and a few other scholars would not let him go, so they surrounded the table with him to watch the excitement.

A popular celebrity from the Chuyao Pavilion came behind Su Mingyan.

"I never thought that our Chu Yao Pavilion would be so lively?"

Su Mingyan stared at the crooked figure in the crowd, his face full of irrepressible respect.

"Tonight's incident will definitely be a good story in the poetry world. My Chuyao Pavilion will also leave a mark in the history, and let them enjoy it. Just listen to the door, so many people have not dispersed yet. I predict that Wuling will be full of wine tonight. .”

"The mother in charge has already waived the expenses for tonight, but there is one more thing I want to bother my sister." The Qing waiter gently tugged Su Mingyan's sleeve.

Su Mingyan restrained her smile, turned around and looked at the sister with whom she had a close relationship on weekdays.

"Don't you see how much he drank tonight? If he sends a ridiculous poem to Chu Yao Pavilion, then I don't know if mom wants it or not?"

"Sister, worry too much," Qing Guan pointed to Zhang Zhe's shadow, "Mom, let's see if Zhang Langjun can leave a calligraphy tonight? Or those seven poems written by him."

Su Mingyan sighed with a smile: "If Yan Taizun hadn't ordered someone to come and give instructions just now, you still need to say that those poems have already entered my box. They will be delivered to Lady Meng together with the money tomorrow! Even thinking about it makes me feel depressed. This good poem, this good word, slipped away from my hand."

The woman smiled and pushed her away.

"Isn't my sister on good terms with that Meng Xiaowan recently? Don't you want one?"

Su Mingyan shook his head in embarrassment.

"Sister Xiaowan, I can understand that she would not put a word of Zhang Xinzhi's poem outside, let alone in the hands of other women. It is difficult~~~."

In the hall, on the table.

Huo Bingcheng just beat the third son Luo with drinking, and he was in high spirits.He looked at Luo Chengfeng who was being lifted off the table and laughed, pointing at Zhang Zhe and booing loudly above the row of tables.

He shook the jar of tribute wine that was still half in his hand, full of pride.

"Believe it! I don't believe you, there is no seven-character poem of spring, summer, autumn and winter, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum! You have a poem, and I will drink a cup with everyone, how about it!!!?"

There was a loud applause.

Zhang Zhe was also blushed by the atmosphere, and climbed up the row of tables with the courage to drink.

Nai He had already drank too much, his body was weak and his hands were weak, he crawled for a long time, but he still didn't move.

It was Shi Xiu and the others who laughed and pushed him up.

The naive Zhang Zhe looked at the silver on the table, and the alcohol and joy in his heart broke through his last trace of calmness.

"Want poetry? Hehe, everyone, I'm afraid this wine. Wine. I'm afraid it's not enough!"

"Crack, crack, crack," only to hear Su Mingyan laughing and applauding three times, and with a big move, he immediately ordered the servant girl, "Hurry up and get some more good wine!"

A group of young servants flew away, but the maids looked at me and I looked at you, none of them were willing to leave at this time.

Everyone filled up the Xilugong wine, even Su Mingyan took a thin-mouth wine bottle in his hand, and all raised it to Zhang Zhe at the top of the table.

For a moment, Zhang Zhe felt that the pinnacle of his life was just like this, and he actually read out the poems in his stomach without changing it at all.

"Looking for the fragrant waterside on a bright day, the boundless scenery is new for a while. When you know the east wind, it will always be spring." (The Surabaya in this world is in the east of Dazheng).

"Okay~!" Everyone swallowed in one gulp, and then coughed everywhere.Apparently, pride and ambition can't change the patience of these scholars.

Huo Bingcheng stood side by side with Zhang Zhe with a smirk, hooked his shoulders, put down the wine jar from his mouth with the other hand, and the liquor was all over his clothes.

"Come again~!"

There was a burst of booing from the surroundings, "Come again~!"

Zhang Zhe took a wine cup from under his feet, snatched Huo Bingcheng out of the wine jar and poured one.

He held up a lamp and chanted loudly: "The jasper makeup is as tall as a tree, and thousands of green silk ribbons are hanging down. I don't know who will cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. Is this song good?"

"Okay~!" There was a loud bang.

Zhang Zhe took the lead and drank it in one gulp, then laughed wildly: "Since it's good, do you still keep the wine in the cups to raise fish?!"

"Hahahaha~~."

Luo Chengfeng lay on the chair, vomited while drinking, pointing at Huo Bingcheng beside Zhang Zhe with drunken eyes and yelling.

"Zhang Xinzhi, come again~~! Come full!"

The drunk Zhang Zhe leaned on Huo Bingcheng, and the two drunks supported each other.

"The sweet-scented osmanthus falls in leisure, the night is quiet and the mountains are empty in spring. The moon rises to startle the mountains and birds, and the birds sing in the spring stream. Everyone, drink well~!"

At this moment, a group of Yingying and Yanyan from Chuyao Pavilion couldn't help but squeezed into the lobby outside the door.

This group of nobles all held cups in their hands, they changed from their usual demeanor, and the leader was the woman who had talked to Su Mingyan before.

"One of the eight chapters of my Xilu country must be a long and short sentence. How can I only write poetry?" The woman joked loudly about what the people of Xilu country had said before, and the audience couldn't stop laughing.

Seeing a group of beauties looking at him, Zhang Zhe was so hot that he blurted out a spring poem.

"Water is the wave of the eye, and the mountain is the gathering of eyebrows. Want to ask pedestrians where to go? The place where the eyebrows are full. Only then will I send the spring back, and then I will send you back. If you go to Jiangdong to catch up with spring, you must live with spring."

"Ah~~," all the nobles covered their faces, smiling in disbelief.

Third Young Master Luo poured himself vigorously, but couldn't hold it any longer, so he could only close his eyes and cry loudly.

"Zhang, Zhang Xinzhi, come to Xia Shi, I'm convinced~~!"

"Festival things urge each other to renew, infatuated children keep spring. There is no need to hate Fang Fei, Xia Mu is yin and yin."

"Xiao Xiaowu leaves send cold sounds, and the autumn wind on the river moves the guests. Knowing that there are children picking and weaving, a lamp lights up in the middle of the night."

"Birds fly away in a thousand mountains, and people disappear in thousands of miles. A lone boat and hat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow."

Before I could read the orchid poem, I drank nearly twenty cups, and everyone in the room was already drunk.There are even those who are weak all over but refuse to admit defeat, crawling on the ground and biting the empty wine cup with their mouths.

Su Mingyan can also drink to the top. Her constitution is probably what later generations call excess alcohol dehydrogenase, commonly known as "alcohol immunity".But today, she was a bit over the top, and she couldn't get drunk, but someone had a poem that made her drunk for the first time in her life.

The 27 poems handed down from generation to generation in one night were actually composed casually.

"Could this person be a banished fairy in a poem?"

(End of this chapter)