Rebirth of the Tang Dynasty's strongest consort

Chapter 193
Fang Yiai raised her glass with her left hand, held a pen in her right hand, and looked around with a smile, showing the unruly look on her brows.

Looking down at the water and wine in the glass, he saw that the color of the wine was slightly green, and there were many tiny bubbles floating on the surface. Fang Yiai, who was used to drinking "Niu Er" and "Tsingtao Beer" in his previous life, couldn't help being a little dazed.

Putting the wine glass up to her nose, Fang Yiai sniffed lightly a few times, and the sour smell rushed straight into her nostrils.

Frowning slightly at the sour smell, Fang Yiai asked curiously: "What kind of wine is this?"

Seeing that the famous "No. [-] of the Commoner" didn't even know the common drinks, everyone laughed in their hearts, but because of the poem he just wrote, no one dared to laugh at him anymore.

Sneering secretly, some of the spectators were enthusiastic and shouted: "The top of the list, this is green ant wine."

"Green ant wine? A total reward for gold and respect for Shen green ants? This is the green ant wine written in Li Qingzhao's poem? Why is it so similar to old Beijing bean juice!"

Muttering behind her back, Fang Yiai really couldn't stand the unique sour taste of green ant wine, she felt disgusted, and thought of putting the wine glass back.

But the moment Fang Yiai stretched out his palm, Zhang Wen who was standing beside him sneered, and murmured: "The top of the list, don't you dare to drink?"

Seeing Zhang Wen teasing her twice and three times, Fang Yiai's head suddenly became dizzy, and she thought patiently for a while, but she never thought of where she offended Zhang Jieyuan.

Although he bears the title of "No. [-] in commoner clothes", Fang Yiai is still a young man with a vigorous spirit. Faced with Zhang Wen's repeated provocations, how can he keep calm and keep pretending to be cowardly when he is drunk?
"I don't have enough alcohol today, so what's the harm in drinking a few more glasses!"

Saying that, Fang Yiai held her breath, raised her head and swallowed the green ant wine whole.

The wine entered her throat, and Fang Yiai felt sticky and bitter, as if she drank cough syrup.

"Well, the taste is so strange..." Although the green ant wine has a bit of a bitter taste, but the aftertaste has a bit of fragrance, she smacked her lips and muttered for a while, Fang Yiai grinned, "But I like it!"

Seeing that Fang Yiai wrote the poems, most of the anticipation in their hearts disappeared immediately. After complimenting her, they prepared to leave Wufeng Tower one after another.

Looking at the clear and beautiful thin gold body on the white silk from a distance, Du Ruhui nodded and smiled lightly, and said to Xie Zhongju and Qin Jingniang beside him: "Brother Xie, niece, the poem is about to be recited, quickly help my nephew to the private room to drink tea and relax." bar."

Hearing Du Ruhui's order, Qin Jingniang and Xie Zhongju nodded in agreement, and then walked down to the second floor with the gradually leaving crowd.

Seeing "He Zudao" writing poems with a brush, Zhang Wen, who wanted to discredit his enemy, was inevitably a little disappointed in his heart. As his colleagues turned and left, he also babbled about Fang Yiai's many faults.

But just as everyone was thinking and walking, Fang Yiai's slightly fluffy voice suddenly echoed in everyone's ears.

"Green Ant's new grain wine, a small red mud stove. It's going to snow in the evening, so I can drink a cup of nothing."

Seeing "He Zudao" chanting a new poem, everyone rushed to look back, and at the same time, their forward steps stopped immediately.

Putting down the wine glass in his hand, Fang Yiai waved his pen, and wrote again quickly on the white silk propped up by two servants.

After writing Bai Juyi's question to Liu Nineteen, Fang Yiai stopped writing and rolled up his sleeves, looking at his "written works" quite proudly.

There were four more lines of ink stains on the white silk in front of them. Everyone looked at each other in dismay, and then dispersed in a rush. They were about to gather around Fang Yiai and carefully studied the new poems on the white silk.

Seeing that Fang Yi'ai was drinking heavily, Xie Zhongju and Qin Jingniang stopped and looked at each other, the surprise in their eyes was fleeting.

"It's snowing tonight, can you have a drink?" Du Ruhui, who was standing on the stairs with a smile on his face while stroking his beard and looking down at the white silk, spat lightly, "This kid, he doesn't drink much but he has a lot of ambition! Think about it He has been ignorant all these years, so he is hiding his strength and biding his time? Brother Xuanling gave birth to this son, I don’t know in which life he cultivated his blessings!"

After secretly envious of his old friend, Du Ruhui frowned slightly, and muttered: "I think He'er is gentle by nature, but she's not as unrestrained as Yi Ai, hey, but how is it compared... I have been with you all my life, but I have never I think I still lost to the old man Fang!"

Seeing "He Zudao" wrote the poem again, Zhang Wen seemed to have been hit hard, thinking with a sad face, "Could it be that ginseng antler is put in this wine? Or is it that He Zudao ate fur seal and cordyceps? It's big!"

Everyone stood around Fang Yi'ai, looking at the poems on the white silk, no one dared to doubt the talent of "No. [-] in commoner clothes".

"Green ants new fermented wine, a small red clay stove?"

"Hey, hey, I said that kid! What's the pronunciation? The poem at the top of the list has been insulted by you!"

"It's snowing late, I can drink a cup! Oh my god, this mood makes me want to drink."

Hearing the words of the people around her, Fang Yiai knew that she had already proved her talent, but because of the drunkenness, this "Wen Chaogong" finally threw her face far away in Java.

"Listed as the sages, your famous poems and lines... Let the students do it for you!"

With a grunt, Fang Yiai cast a blank glance at the little second who was holding the wine plate beside him, pouted at him, and said with a smile: "Little second brother, thank you for your hard work."

"No hard work, no hard work. It is my blessing to be the first tray."

Saying that, Xiao Er pushed the wine plate forward a little bit, and let Fang Yiai take a cup to drink freely.

Picking up a glass of wine, it is rare to know the wine in the wine room, "Wine from the Western Regions?"

Looking up to drink a large glass of wine, Fang Yiai let out a long sigh, picked up a pen and continued his career of copying official documents on the white silk.

"Grape wine luminous cup, if you want to drink the pipa, immediately remind me. Drunk lying on the battlefield Lord Mo Xiao, how many people fought in ancient times."

After writing Liangzhou Ci, Fang Yiai was suddenly infected by the artistic conception in the poem, and couldn't help thinking of the experience of the two bloody battles against Turkic warriors at Wangyuetai and Taibai Mountain.

With emotion, Fang Yiai let out a long sigh, "Who is a confidant in the world?!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone's faces were full of complexions, and their hearts were filled with the thought of "Why is the number one on the list so arrogant".

Even Du Ruhui, who is gentle by nature, felt a little displeasure in his heart after hearing Fang Yiai's emotion.

"Yi Ai is young and vigorous after all, and always speaks like this!"

Xie Zhongju stood beside Du Ruhui, looking at Fang Yiai, who was in a state of drunkenness, he was inexplicably joyful, "Fang Jun is talented, I think the reason why he fell in love with the two princesses and Qin Jingniang should be because of their Beautiful, right? In terms of talent..."

Halfway through thinking about it, Xie Zhong raised his hand and patted his forehead, only to feel his cheeks were slightly hot, "Xie Yaohuan, what are you thinking about! Fang Jun is just a wild and unrestrained apprentice, how can you have any love for him! It's better to get it as soon as possible." It's better to stop thinking about it!"

"Who is a confidant in the world?" With a murmur, Qin Jingniang's delicate face looked a little lonely, thinking, "It's all my fault that I only know how to wield a spear and stick. I think I must read more scriptures and classics in the future, so that I can meet He Lang. Otherwise, talking about swords, guns, swords and halberds is indeed a bit of a disservice."

After sighing with emotion, Fang Yiai looked at the crowd with a proud face, and seeing the resentment in everyone's eyes, her heart skipped a beat, and only then did she realize the omission of the previous gaffe.

"It's over! Talk about being bald! These literati must not be offended, I'm still waiting for their help!"

After weighing the pros and cons, Fang Yiai put down the brush and said to everyone, "At this moment, all my friends are in Wufenglou!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone beamed and asked, how much face would it be to be introduced as a confidant by "the top of the commoner list"?

"The top of the list is humble!"

Everyone smiled and saluted Fang Yiai. As for Zhang Sunjin who had worked so hard to make up words that slandered "He Zudao", they had already been thrown to the ground and trampled on.

There was a lot of people in the Wufeng Building, but the level of excitement outside the building was not a bit worse than that inside the building.

The cleverness of the former Guozijianzhu teammate made the story of "He Zudao" drunk and inscribed a poem quickly spread at the Dragon Lantern Festival.

For a while, Lanke Chess Hall, Chang'an Restaurant, Jueming Tower, Changchun Garden, and other places where many literati gathered, all learned about this matter.

But when a group of testers rushed to Wufeng Tower in a hurry, one old and one young walked forward slowly, which was particularly eye-catching among the rushing crowd.

The girl was wearing a long crimson green dress, her head was tied up with blue silk and tied into a bun, matching her face as if carved from powder and jade, it was very suitable for the "nine-day fairy descended to the world, from now on the boy" Cheng Acacia." crooked poem.

The old man next to the girl was wearing a red brocade robe, with a fair and chubby face. What was different from ordinary people was that he had no hair on his chin. He shook his right wrist from time to time as he walked, as if he was holding a whisk in his hand.

Walking down the street, I heard the news from the passers-by that "He Zudao was drunk and wrote a poem in Wufenglou". go?"

"Okay, it all depends on what the lady said."

After bowing and saluting, the old man followed the girl and rushed towards the Wufeng Tower, full of anticipation, wanting to appreciate the elegant demeanor of the drunken commoner.

(End of this chapter)