Rebirth of the Tang Dynasty's strongest consort

Chapter 191
Being set up by someone, Fang Yi'ai's true energy in her body was disturbed and instantly slackened, and she couldn't drive the true energy in her body anymore under the influence of alcohol.

Since ancient times, sake has been popular in people's noodles. Although the alcohol content is not high, the stamina is really not small.

In desperation, Fang Yiai had no choice but to follow the crowd, allowing Zhang Wen and others to help her to the second floor with malicious intentions.

When they came to the second floor, Zhang Wen and others took Fang Yiai to the center of the hall, called for people to fetch Shu brocade white silk, pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and then stood on the side of Fang Yiai's hatchback with a look of watching .

Standing in the middle of the second floor, Fang Yiai shook her head lightly, brought a wooden chair casually, sat down on the chair, lowered her head and rubbed her temples.

Relying on the Hunyuan Heart Sutra, Fang Yiai used to drink the drinks brought by the testers without asking, but he ignored an important problem. There are thousands of different types, and now several kinds of water and wine are mixed into the stomach, and the stamina is really strong.

Thinking about the whole story, Fang Yiai secretly scolded herself for being too young, how could she fall into Zhang Wen's trap so easily!

Standing aside, Zhang Wen saw Fang Yiai bowed her head in silence, her mouth curved slightly, and said with a sneer, "After all, what's the use of being talented if you haven't been deeply involved in the world? Now that you're drunk, your thoughts must have been confused Is it confusing?"

When Xiaoer brought the Sichuan brocade white silk, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Zhang Wen came up to him, took out an ingot of broken silver from his waist, and whispered: "You will shout loudly later, and say that the top of the commoner list is reciting poems in Wufeng Tower." If you think about it, it will definitely attract more talents to care about you!"

Hearing Zhang Wen's whispers, Xiao Er didn't understand the meaning, seeing the arrival of customers and seeing the money that Zhang Wen stuffed into his hands, he couldn't help responding again and again, smiling with joy.

Putting away the broken silver, Xiaoer strode up the stairs leading to the third floor, and shouted at the top of his voice, "The leader of the commoner is writing poems on the second floor today, and the leader of the commoner is now writing poems on the second floor!"

As soon as the words came out, the people on the first floor and the fourth floor heard the news, looked at each other, and then rushed towards the second floor of Wufeng Building like a tide, vying to see the thin gold body and literary talent of the top of the commoner.

Hearing the news that "He Zudao" was composing poems on the second floor, one of the students of the Imperial College felt his face brighten. He picked up a brush when he was drunk, and went to the first floor to write a typewritten letter in front of the shopkeeper of Wufenglou. .

"Chang'an is at the top of the test list. He Zudao is now composing a poem in Jiuxing on the second floor."

After writing down the handwriting, the Imperial College Health Officer patted the table, smiled and said to the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, post this outside the door, and I guarantee that your future business will not be worse than Chang'an Winery!"

Although Chang'an Restaurant is not as high-end as Wufenglou, it has gained a great reputation because of "He Zudao Fenbi Inscribed Poetry". This time, all Chang'an examiners went to the second floor of Chang'an Restaurant to observe the thin gold body. Therefore, the shopkeeper of Wufenglou Already salivating, I wish I could ask He Zudao to paint gourds and paint a ladle, and write a poem in Wufenglou.

Hearing the words of the students from the Imperial College at this moment, the shopkeeper smiled from ear to ear. There was no reason why he should not follow. He ordered Xiaoer to post the notice outside the door, and smiled back at the students, and even gave him a gift A jug of green ant wine.

Just as the students, Xiao Er, and the shopkeeper were busy, the second floor of Wufeng Building was already full of literati and spectators who came to see people. , Qin Jingniang walked out of the private room, stood on the same stairs on the third floor as on the second floor, looking at Fang Yiai with a smile on her face.

After realizing that there were people around to watch the fun, Fang Yiai shook her head lightly, trying to concentrate, but the water and wine she drank had a strong aftertaste, and her whole body was filled with a slightly sour taste from nose to mouth. drunk.

Reminiscent of the debate posts about ancient undistilled wine when he was surfing in his previous life, Fang Yi couldn’t help but get angry in his heart, and cursed secretly: "Who said that undistilled dirty wine has no stamina? Now that I think about it, it’s true I was tricked by those keyboard warriors!"

Just as Fang Yiai was thinking secretly, the audience saw "He Zudao" sitting on a wooden chair with his head bowed in silence, neither writing nor reciting poems, they couldn't help discussing out of curiosity.

Zhang Wen was well aware of Fang Yi'ai's situation, and seeing that she was unable to condense her thoughts due to alcoholism, she couldn't help adding fuel and jealousy, and said to the little girl beside her, "Come on, let's unroll the white silk soon!"

Hearing Zhang Wen's instructions, the two juniors nodded in response, and cooperated with each other to unfold the Shu brocade white silk, and stood in front of Fang Yiai.

Looking at the white silk, Zhang Wenyin smiled silently, stood beside Fang Yiai, and pretended to cup his hands and said, "What's the first place on the list, why don't you pick up your pen?"

"Well... good!"

Hearing Zhang Wen's reminder, Fang Yiai shook her head, then supported the wooden chair with her hands behind her back, and slowly stood up.

The moment Fang Yiai got up, the clever little Er handed the wooden tray with pen, ink, paper and inkstone to Fang Yiai.

Looking at the pen holder in front of her, Fang Yiai picked it up several times with drunken eyes, and finally held a piece of purple bamboo Jianhao in her hand.

Filled with ink, Fang Yiai held the pen and looked at the white silk in front of her. She pondered for a while, but she still couldn't find the feeling of flowing and swaying.

"What should I write? Ugh! I'm so dizzy."

After sorting out her thoughts, Fang Yiai suddenly felt top-heavy and almost staggered and fell to the ground.

Looking up and looking around, seeing that the second floor was full of literati and scholars who came to watch, Fang Yiai realized what it meant to ride a tiger.

Seeing everyone looking at her in confusion, Fang Yiai stretched out her free left hand and began to pat her forehead lightly, "Damn it, why can't I remember any of the three hundred Tang poems?"

Sensing Fang Yiai's embarrassing situation, Zhang Wen cleared his throat, and asked loudly on purpose: "First, why didn't you write for so long? Could it be that you forgot in a moment of urgency?"

As soon as this remark came out, people who were already skeptical about the talent of "He Zudao" expressed their views one after another.

"The first one on the list, start writing, and write another poem that can be compared to the poem about plums, so that we can all open our eyes."

"It has long been heard that He Zudao's poems were learned from an old man in the mountains. Could it be that the rumors are correct?"

"No way, since He Bangshou can write handwriting like thin gold, it's not a big deal if he wants to write a small poem."

Hearing that everyone doubted Fang Yiai's words, Du Ruhui standing on the stairs stroked his beard and pondered, looked at Fang Yiai from a distance, and thought, "Looking at Yiai's slapping his forehead repeatedly, and his steps are sloppy, could it be that he was drunk?" ?”

Xie Zhongju, who was cautious, saw Fang Yiai's drunken eyes, and immediately saw through his situation, "It's bad, Fang Jun must have been drunk by Zhang Wen and others. If he can't write poems now, won't his reputation be ruined?" It plummeted in the Chang'an test!"

Seeing Zhang Wen’s chaotic rhythm and repeated words of persecution, Fang Yiai cursed secretly, pulled himself together, managed to straighten out his thoughts, and picked up a pen to write verses on the white silk.

"When is the spring flower and autumn moon, and how much do you know about the past? If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, they will say that I hang the southeast branch."

After this patchwork of poems flashed in his mind, Fang Yiai gave a wry smile, and said with a dark smile: "If you write it out, Zhang Wen and others will laugh your ass off?"

"Not good, not good. Think again." After shaking her head in denial, Fang Yiai bit the penholder lightly, lowered her head and carefully recalled many poems she had recited in her previous life.

After thinking hard for a while, Fang Yiai finally remembered a complete poem.

"Daming Lake, Ming Lake is big. There are lotus flowers on Daming Lake, and there are toads on the lotus flowers, poking and jumping."

After silently reading Zhang Dashuai's poems, Fang Yiai, who was drunk and distressed, couldn't help being amused, holding a bamboo pen holder in his mouth, and giggling again and again.

Everyone didn't know it, and they had never observed Zhang Dashuai's poems. When they saw Fang Yiai standing there giggling, they couldn't help muttering.

"The first one on the list is drinking too much, right? Why is he smiling like a silly kid from our hometown?"

"Why don't you know what's wrong? Can't write poems, so you're going crazy?"

Seeing Fang Yiai's appearance like this, Du Ruhui was a little surprised, and thought to himself, "Could it be that Yiai is drunk? Why don't I go and make a rescue, and don't teach him to make a fool of himself in front of everyone!"

"What's wrong with He Lang? This appearance is very similar to that of the one who wanted a slave's house in the mountain village that night..."

Fang Yiai's behavior reminded Qin Jingniang of the charming scene in the mountain village that day, thinking of Wangqing, the little girl's cheeks were red and her eyes were full of shyness.

At the same time, because of that clever Guozijian pig teammate, passers-by saw the red notice posted at the entrance of Wufenglou, and the news of composing poems in Wufenglou spread like a tide in every restaurant within a moment. Over and over again, a large wave of literati who want to watch the excitement is about to arrive on the battlefield. . .Wufeng Tower. . .Wufeng Tower.

(End of this chapter)