Tang Dynasty: The beginning of the game is to touch the Princess Changle

Li Shimin saw that the girl was frightened and immediately reminded her.

"Jin'er, you can't speak when you see the master, the lady and the uncles coming here?"

Jin'er calmed down instantly. His Majesty and the Queen were always very nice to her.

"Master, Madam, uncles!"

Everyone nodded in response.

After Jin'er calmed down, she continued to say what she wanted to say.

"Miss, Master Su, Jin'er picked a lot of tea leaves today."

Empress Changsun saw that the girl's forehead was covered with sweat and looked at a palace maid:

"Pour a cup of tea for Jin'er."

Jin'er took the tea and drank it all.

Changle took out the painting that Su Chen had drawn before and gave it to Jin'er:

"Jin'er, this is a custom-made dress for the master. You will go find the tailor to make it as soon as possible."

Jin'er took the drawing paper and put it away.

"Okay, Miss! Master, Madam Jin'er will go right away."

She jumped out.

Su Chen immediately shouted, "Jin'er, have someone prepare lunch! Make more food and wine."

"Okay, Master Su!"

For some reason, everyone in the room felt that this was Su Chen's home court, as if everyone was visiting Su Chen's home.

...

"Uncle, aunt, and all uncles, please take the table and we will eat and chat."

Li Shimin nodded, and was the first to get up and walk towards the restaurant.

"That's great!"

The seats seemed to be tacitly arranged. On Li Shimin's left was Changsun Wuji, and on the right of Empress Changsun was Changle.

Su Chen naturally sat on Changle's right.

After everyone sat down, Li Shimin gave Changsun Wuji a look, and Changsun Wuji understood immediately.

"How about a drinking game before we start eating today, everyone, we have good food and wine today?"

Everyone except Su Chen and Changle must have applauded, and they had discussed it.

Changle immediately felt bad.

'Su Chen can write poems! ’

She stole a glance at Su Chen, and she was not sure whether Su Chen was proficient in other poems.

But she saw that Su Chen looked calm and composed, and she was relieved for the time being.

“Okay, let me start.”

Changsun Wuji stood up and recited a poem that Su Chen could not understand, which attracted everyone’s applause.

The six people took turns to perform. The poems of Cheng Yaojin and Yuchi Gong were given by Fang Xuan in advance, and they recited them for a long time before they memorized them.

Finally, it was Su Chen’s turn. Everyone looked at him expectantly, wanting to see how Su Chen would refuse.

However, they only saw that Su Chen was still calm and composed.

Everyone shouted in their hearts: “This boy is so courageous!”

Seeing that everyone was trying hard to invite him, it was hard to refuse the kindness.

Su Chen prepared the “Jiangjinjiu” of the Immortal Poet for everyone to show his respect!

Su Chen slowly stood up and took a sip from the wine glass!

"Hiss!"

The mouth was full in an instant!

Put down the wine glass!

"Have you not seen the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning?

Have you not seen the white hair in the mirror of the hall, which was black in the morning and turned into snow in the evening."

...

Everyone was stunned in an instant, all looking at Li Shimin, and Li Shimin looked at Changle.

"Is this what you call uncultured?"

Changle covered his face with his hands.

Su Chen picked up the wine glass and took another sip.

"Hiss!"

Continued to recite:

"When life is happy, you should enjoy it to the fullest, don't let the golden cup face the moon in vain.

I was born with talents that must be useful, and I will get them back even if I spend all my money.

Cooking sheep and cattle is fun, and I must drink three hundred cups at a time.

Assistant, Xuancheng, please serve wine, don't stop.

I will sing a song for you, please listen to me.

...

At this time, everyone was immersed in this poem and couldn't extricate themselves.

No one thought about anything else.

Su Chen picked up the wine glass again and took a sip.

"Hiss! ”

Continue to read:

Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, I just want to be drunk forever and never wake up.

Since ancient times, all saints and wise men are lonely, only drinkers leave their names.

In the past, King Chen held a banquet in Pingle, and he drank ten thousand cups of wine and enjoyed himself.

Why does the host say that he has little money? He must buy some to drink with you.

Five-colored horses, furs worth thousands of gold, call the children to go out and exchange them for good wine, and share the eternal sorrow with you.

”

Salute to the Immortal Poet!

Changsun Wuji was the first to come back to his senses, muttering: "When you are happy in life, you must enjoy it to the fullest, don't let the golden cup face the moon in vain."

Then Fang Xuanling: "I was born with talents that must be useful, and I will come back even if I spend all my money."

Li Shimin: "Since ancient times, all saints and wise men are lonely, only drinkers leave their names."

Everyone looked at Su Chen at the same time, and everyone's eyes were different.

Su Chen felt embarrassed to be stared at, scratched his head and said, "I'm so ugly! I'm so ugly!"

After saying that, he sat down again, "Come on, everyone, please pick up your chopsticks!" After picking up a handful of dishes for Changle, he started eating first.

Changle leaned down and kept stealing glances at everyone, feeling that he had provided wrong information.

Although everyone was happy for Su Chen's talent, they still wanted to suppress him.

But Li Shimin was not worried, he had already preparedHere comes a great poem for the finale!

After everyone had a good time drinking and chatting, Li Shimin once again winked at Fang Xuanling.

Fang Xuanling performed again.

"You all drank too quickly just now. Why don't you drink slowly? How about asking Manager Li to give you a topic and let you write poems to liven up the atmosphere?"

Except for Changle, all these people are agents!

They will definitely cheer!

As we all know, Li Shimin was an emperor on horseback, and he was actually defeated on the battlefield.

So what is his topic?

"Everyone, how about writing a poem with wine as the theme and the battlefield as the background?"

What is an agent? It is to sing the same tune and drag certain people into the game.

"Okay, let's start with me, and show off my ugliness."

Changsun Wuji slowly stood up, took out his most proud work, and began to show off his ugliness!

Then, it was still the familiar taste, the same recipe, and everyone cheered!

The poem was indeed good, but it was a pity that it was not included in the 300 Tang poems, and Su Chen had never heard of it.

It was Su Chen's turn.

This time Su Chen changed his style.

He walked out of his seat with a wine glass.

He walked back and forth, thought for a while, and took a sip.

Looking at the wine glass:

"Grape wine in a luminous cup, the pipa is urging me to drink."

The crowd stared at Su Chen with wide eyes.

Su Chen smiled faintly.

He raised his head and drank the wine in the glass.

"Don't laugh at me sleeping drunk on the battlefield, how many people have returned from the battles since ancient times?"

There was silence in the field...

Li Shimin picked up the wine glass and raised his head to drink it.

The wine glass fell heavily.

This reminded Li Shimin of the soldiers who had fought together before, how many of them could survive the battlefield?

"What a good one: Don't laugh at me sleeping drunk on the battlefield, how many people have ever returned from the battles since ancient times?"

Cheng Yaojin said with tears in his eyes:

"How many brothers who fought together have stayed on the battlefield, Su boy, I admire you."

Others were silent, just nodding frequently.

No one thought about whether Su Chen was educated or not. Is this a poem that an uneducated person can write?

At this time, Li Shimin poured himself a cup of wine.

"Su boy, write another one!"

Su Chen was also in high spirits after drinking two liang of wine, thinking: Let's see who dares to mention writing poems in front of me after today.

"Li Zhi, come and fill my cup."

Changle quickly got up and came to Su Chen with a wine pot to pour it for him.

This cup was less than two liang when filled.

Pacing back and forth, thinking carefully, suddenly stopped.

Changle also stopped.

Xiao Mi took a sip.

"I look at my sword under the lamp while drunk, and dream of blowing the horn in the camp.

Eight hundred miles to share roast meat with my subordinates, fifty strings of music playing outside the Great Wall, soldiers are being recruited in the autumn on the battlefield."

Continuing to pace and think, Changle followed behind.

He stopped and turned to look at Changle, Xiao Mi said,

Thinking: I almost forgot the last two sentences.

The speed of speech suddenly increased:

"The horse is as fast as Lu, and the bow is as loud as thunder. I have done the king's business and won a good reputation before and after death."

Finally, he slowly recited: "It's a pity that my hair is white!"

The scene seemed to be paused.

"It's a pity that my hair is white!"

Changsun Wuji recited these two sentences with a slightly crying tone.

He and Li Shimin had known each other since they were teenagers and fought for the world. Now that he has won the world, he has white hair!

At this time, Li Shimin could best understand Changsun Wuji's state of mind.

However, Li Shimin only wanted to say:

"You boy, how dare you ruin my poetry!"