Genshin Impact: My sister’s name is Kujo Sora

The next banquet, whether it was Morax or the end, was perfectly done on the surface, Yunhua may have drunk high, so he raised his wine glass and chanted a poem:

"Send wine to relatives and friends, and have fun."

Drinking is not fun, but I hope people will be drunk for a long time. "

Hurry, hurry, this immortal's four-pot head is delicious!" Yunhua staggered and took out the five major altars and four pot heads and said.

"Yunhua, your kid has a good wine, it's just the name, hiccup! It's too vulgar! It's not enough to taste!" said Yixiao Dao Tianzhenjun hugged Yunhua.

"What do you know? This is called vulgarity and elegance, and elegance and vulgarity are appreciated together!" Yunhua said unhappily, how smooth the four pots are.

"Of course, if you don't like to call it three pot heads and four pot heads, you can also call it three pot heads drunken immortal brew, and I gave four pot heads to Emperor Ji, so it's called Emperor Ji Bar!" Yun Hua waved his hand and said.

"Hey, hey, Ningxia, don't just look at it, drink, drink it to me! I have enough wine today, I must drink you all today!" Yunhua said familiarly, and did not forget to pick up a large jar of four-pot heads and stuff them into Ningxia's hands.

This kind of peerless good wine, which is expensive in other demon gods, is like water here in Yunhua, as long as you finish drinking, he will give it.

Seeing that Ningxia was about to be poured wine, he hurriedly stopped Yunhua and said: "Yunhua! Ningxia is not very drinkable!

Don't keep pouring him!" "Yo yo, after all, you haven't married someone else, why did you start to look at him, you are heavy on sex and light on friends~" Yun Huale said happily.

"I, I—" The previously eloquent man finally stammered at this moment.

"Okay, okay, this immortal is not a strong man, so let's do it, Brother Ningxia, you write a poem, just... How about using the title of Emperor Ji?" Yunhua said, pointing to Morax, who was drinking sullenly on the side.

"Me?" Morax's face was already dyed red at this time, which added a bit of charm to his original peerless appearance, and his misty eyes looked straight at Ningxia.

"Yunhua! Morax hasn't agreed yet! Also, you think everyone is just like you every day, I, my family Ningxia is very busy!" finally shouted angrily, for fear that Ningxia would be embarrassed by this.

"I agree. Morax said lightly, stimulated by alcohol, her originally steady state of mind also became chaotic.

"Look at it, look at it, the emperor agrees. Yunhua said triumphantly, it wasn't that he was targeting Ningxia, but looking at Ningxia who was dull in the noisy banquet, he thought he was not very good at chatting, so Yunhua wanted to bring Ningxia to have fun together.

"Emo... Emperor?" Ningxia looked at Morax, and happened to meet Morax's gaze.

Morax raised his glass and smiled charmingly at Ningxia, then drank the entire four-pot head.

Today is a happy day, Morax doesn't want to ruin the guests' fun, plus after knowing about Ningxia and the final event, his mood is really bad, and he can only drink to kill his sorrows.

Morax, who was still slightly sober, naturally wouldn't refuse when she heard that Ningxia was going to write a poem for herself, if it weren't for the only reason left to tell Morax that she couldn't do anything sorry to end up, now she wanted to use the strong one.

"Ningxia, just do your best, neither Morax nor I will blame you. In the end, he pulled Ningxia worriedly and said, Xiaoli has been asked by Ningxia to take it back to Baimeng, after all, Xiaoli is still young, and it is not good to watch everyone drink.

Liuyun borrowed the wind Zhenjun and also left on the grounds of Ganyu, but before leaving, Liuyun borrowed the wind Zhenjun to sincerely bless Gui Zhong and Ningxia, it seems...

Ningxia glanced at the charming Morax, and already knew in his heart that a poem by a great poet of the Tang Dynasty in his previous life was very suitable for Morax.

Ningxia gently pulled Gui Zhong and said, "If I compliment Morax, you won't be angry, right?"

Hearing Ning Ningxia's words, Gui Zhong was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "How can it be, Morax is my good friend."

After getting the final answer, Ningxia took a deep breath and said

, "The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon."

If it weren't for the jade mountains, they would meet under the moon. The

originally bustling immortals fell silent and began to constantly reminisce about the poem Ningxia had just recited.

"Yun wants to dress and flowers, and the spring breeze blows Revlon, wonderful! It's a match made in heaven, it's wonderful!" Yunhua became more and more excited, he Yunhua Shangxian is also a famous poet of the bold school among the clouds, but he didn't think out a few quatrains like Ningxia.

At this moment, Ningxia's status in Yunhua's eyes changed, where is this little white face who is finally adopted, he is obviously a talented poet.

Other immortals also gave a very high evaluation, originally writing poetry was a common pastime for them, and everyone sitting there could basically write two or three sentences except for Ruotuo, who was gnawing on chicken legs, and it was worth the trip when they could hear such a masterpiece.

"Okay..."Morax said lightly, but in her heart she began to repeat the poem that Ningxia had just recited, and she cared more about the last two sentences than the first two quatrains.

"If it weren't for the jade mountains, I would meet under the moon. Under the influence of alcohol, Morax began to think crankily, and these two sentences both praised Morax's appearance and were rare in the mortal world, and also sighed that they could only be seen under the moon when they returned to their original places...

"Ningxia...", although she said that she would not be angry, but after listening to it, she was sour, because this poem is so good, poetry is the best pastime in Liyue now, and Guijing was once the founder of the Absolute Cloud School's dark limerick poetry.

Although he hasn't written much poetry since joining Guiliyuan, the mantle has been passed on to Hu Che, the dark oiling poet of Guiliyuan.

"Ahem, of course, since it was written for the emperor, of course it must be given to the final one. Ningxia coughed heavily and said, he knew that he couldn't favor one over the other, and the last one who did this had already floated to the boundless sea.

"No, no, this kind of good poetry is very brain-consuming. In the end, although he said no, his heart was already excited.

"It's hard to give up on the natural beauty, and once chose to be on the side of the emperor.

Looking back and smiling, the square pink del has no color. "

Once again, Ningxia borrowed a poem from a great poet of the Tang Dynasty, and although only four of them were extracted, the lethality of Liyue's poems is no less than that of a nuclear bomb.

"I, am I so good-looking?" after all, I was shy when I listened.