Rebirth of Journey to the West: My Father's Yellow Robe Monster

Chapter 73 Raging Like a Beast (Subscribe)

Wang Jing looked around and saw that everyone's eyes were on him, and he suddenly felt a drifting feeling of being the center of everyone's attention.

He enjoyed this feeling very much, and said loudly: "Our city of Chang'an has a great literary style and is well-known in the world. Today, you adults are here, drinking and chatting freely. Why don't we use wine as the theme and show off your literary talents. I hope you can leave beautiful poems."

"it is good."

"Just take this as the topic."

"Brother Jing is right."

Those who were able to attend this banquet were not dandies, most of them were outstanding young people, and Chang'an's style of writing was flourishing, so I dare not blurt it out, but it was easy to compose a poem that fit the occasion on the spot.

Wang Jing was even more proud when he saw that he responded to all the calls. He looked at Li Tianquan with a playful smile and said, "Master Shuangjue has been famous in Chang'an recently. I think he will be able to write a masterpiece this time, right?"

In the pavilion beside Wang Yu's clan brother, Wang Pianjiang, who works in the Jinwu Guard, laughed and said, "I heard that Mr. Shuangjue likes our niece Qingtong. The Lord betroths her to you."

Even though Wang Qingtong had a cold temper, when she was ridiculed like this in front of the public, she immediately blushed and moved back, hiding behind Li Tianquan, not daring to see anyone.

People around laughed, but Wang Jing clenched his fists tightly, his eyes gleaming with resentment.

"Cousin is mine, she must be mine!"

"How can such a beauty like a fairy let other men succeed."

When he thought of that stunning and enchanting figure, which would one day appear on someone else's bed, tactful and charming, his heart felt like a knife was being cut, and it was unbearable.

But he knew very well that his uncle would never marry his cousin to him.

"My cousin has never looked down on me, and my uncle would rather favor outsiders than train me."

"Just wait, one day you will regret it!"

Wang Jing's heart was overwhelmed, but he didn't dare to reveal the slightest thing on the surface, let alone let others know of his dirty thoughts.

At this moment, Li Tianquan took a step forward, and said cheerfully: "The younger generation would rather be respectful than obedient, but Mr. Wang, don't take your word for it when the time comes."

"Of course! But everything depends on your uncle's intentions. The key is whether he can be beautiful as an adult. If he is reluctant to part with his daughter, then you will not be able to marry Qingtong. Don't blame me!" Wang Pianjiang laughed loudly.

Everyone laughed, Wang Qingtong hid behind Li Tianquan, shy but happy.

Seeing that Li Tianquan was chatting and laughing freely with everyone, and even wanted to make a marriage contract with Wang Qingtong, Wang Jing couldn't help being anxious, so he immediately asked the maid to bring the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Mr. Li, please?"

Wang Jing's tone became uncontrollably cold. The so-called poetry, unless it is truly a peerless masterpiece that can be passed on to future generations, most of them have to be praised by others. The higher the status of the person who appreciates the poetry, the better the reputation will naturally spread wide.

He already had an excellent work by chance before, and after careful polishing, it became even more exquisite.

"If he writes poems temporarily on such an occasion, no matter how talented he is, it is impossible for him to produce any masterpieces."

"At that time, the poem I made will overwhelm him. Let's see how he has the face to get close to his cousin?"

When Wang Jing was slandering, Li Tianquan had already opened his mouth. He smiled and said: "Since we are going to make a toast poem, how can we only have pen and ink but lack fine wine?"

He turned around and looked at Wang Qingtong's stunning face, his eyes were slightly provocative, "If Miss Qingtong is willing to serve seven cups of wine, then what's the matter if I can compose a poem in seven steps?"

As soon as these words came out, I immediately remembered the loud applause.

"Sure enough, you are the master of Shuangjue, good job!"

"A beauty pours wine, and a poem can be made in seven steps. Mr. Shuangjue really has a lot of spirit."

"Is this self-comparison with Cao Zijian? What a big tone."

Everyone is young and full of energy, and they all like to watch this kind of drama of wit and beauty, and those of the older generation have seen a lot of romance, and they all cheer and watch the fun.

Of course, there are also some people who deliberately tout it, trying to keep Li Tianquan from coming to power.

Now that people have higher expectations, if Li Tianquan's poems can't exceed expectations, people will be disappointed.

The higher you hold now, the harder you will fall.

People's hearts are different, and the atmosphere is hot for a while.

Wang Qingtong stared at Li Tianquan for a while, then smiled: "It's just pouring wine, what's so difficult about it, someone, bring me wine."

A servant came up with wine, Wang Qingtong took the wine, took seven cups and poured them one by one, and went forward with the wine tray in both hands.

Wang Yu couldn't help being a little worried. If this move can make a famous article, it will be a celebrity, and if the quality is not high, it will be humiliating.

Li Tianquan took the wine and drank seven cups in a row, only to feel a surge of heat in his belly, and shouted: "Good wine, bring me a pen."

Wang Qingtong offered the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and said with a light smile, "The little girl came to grind the ink for you."

After she finished speaking, she passed the ink and began to grind it lightly. After the ink was grinded, she looked at Li Tianquan with interest.

Li Tianquan took the pen and said with a big laugh: "Today, a beautiful woman is pouring wine, rubbing ink with jade fingers, what a pleasure!"

Then waved his sleeves and leaned over, writing like a dragon, and started writing.

"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, and it runs to the sea and never returns."

"Don't you see, Gaotang Mingjing's sad white hair is like blue silk in the morning and snow in the evening.

"You must be happy in life, and don't let the golden bottle face the moon."

"I was born to be useful, and I will come back after the money is gone."

Every time Li Tianquan wrote a sentence, Wang Qingtong read the next sentence, and when he said "I am born to be useful, I will come back after all my money is gone", everyone suddenly changed color, and everyone in the seat fell silent.

Li Tianquan didn't care about the shock of other people, he wrote it like a snake, and wiped it all away.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cows is fun, and you will have to drink three hundred cups.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will be drinking, not stop drinking.

A song with Junge, please listen to me.

Bells, drums, and jade are not expensive, I hope I’m drunk and don’t want to wake up.

In ancient times, the saints and sages were lonely, and only the drinkers kept their names.

In the old days, Wang Chen feasted and fought for peace and joy.

What is the master's word for less money, you have to sell to the king.

Wuhuama, Qianjinqiu, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell the eternal sorrow with you.

There was a glow in Wang Qingtong's eyes, and she looked at Li Tianquan with unprecedented surprise and admiration.

After she sang the last line, there was a dead silence in the arena, and everyone looked at Li Tianquan in disbelief.

"Today's drinking is over, go to rest! Go to rest!"

"Everyone, I'll go too!"

Li Tianquan laughed, turned around and walked away.

Everyone watched his leaving back, and it took a long time before they came back to their senses.

"What a wine fairy!"

Holding the wine, Wang Pianjiang sighed: "At first I wanted to read jokes, but I didn't realize what a talent is today. It's because I'm ignorant and ignorant. It's really ridiculous."

"This son is indeed a born poet. With such talent and learning, he will definitely be admitted to the imperial examination in the future."

After Wang Pianjiang's words broke the silence, there was an uproar and discussions, but no one asked to write poems anymore.

With this excellent work handed down from generation to generation, if other people write poems again, they will bring shame on themselves.

Wang Jing was completely stunned, and hid in a corner in despair, drinking glass after glass, feeling as if the sky was falling, and even felt that the woman he loved would leave him from now on.

"Why is heaven so unfair!"

"Cousin, she is my woman."

Drinking one cup after another, even his clothes were wet, and by the end of the banquet, he was beyond drunk.

Seeing his drunken appearance, Wang Yu couldn't help frowning, "How decent is this appearance, it's really mud that can't support the wall."

"Come on!"

"Go and send him to my room and pour some hangover soup."

"Yes, master." A servant soon agreed, and with the support of three people, he reluctantly sent him back to the room.

Until late at night, Wang Jing was awakened by the urge to urinate, rolled out of bed in a daze, and went to relieve himself.

Just after finishing the solution, he became slightly sober, but at this moment, through the moonlight through the window, he saw a woman in a moon-white veil.

Although it's just the back view, it can make people feel the grace and enchantment of that body, especially Ruyu's skin gleaming under the moonlight, making people unable to leave their eyes.

Wang Jing's eyes were red, his breathing was heavy like a cow, and he murmured, "Cousin, you are mine, how could you betray me?"

"You are mine and will always be mine."

He gritted his teeth, pushed open the door quietly, and walked slowly behind the woman.

Wang Jing's body was trembling, reason and ferocious animal nature were in fierce conflict, the night wind blew, and a wisp of a woman's fragrance entered his nostrils.

He completely lost his mind, rushed forward, and hugged the woman's delicate body from behind.

"Beauty, you are mine."

"I want you to be my woman!"

The woman seemed completely frightened, her body stiffened, and she did not move.

With a sizzling sound, the clothes split open, revealing the beautiful scenery, like a white jade statue under the moonlight, so beautiful that it is not like the world,
Wang Jing roared like a wild beast, pressed on him, and continued to wreak havoc.

(End of this chapter)