Three Kingdoms: At the beginning, Diao Chan came to the door with her daughter.

"It's the first time I've drunk such a strong drink!"

"Yes, this Taishan wine is really strong and delicious!"

"Hahaha, Zishi, before leaving, maybe give me some Taishan wine?"

“......"

Wang Yun is worthy of being an old fox who has ups and downs in the sea, and he is well versed in the way of banquets!

When Han Yi and Yang Biao were deliberating.

He had already livened up the atmosphere of the banquet.

So much so that ......

When Han Yi walked out.

The great Confucians are already half-drunk and gag.

Han Yi was about to pick a seat and sit down.

On the side, Zheng Xuan pointed at Han Yi and said loudly: "Everyone, do you know who wrote the "Thousand Character Text" and "Disciple Rules" that Ying Bao recited just now?"

"It's Jiaheng!"

Speaking of this, Zheng Xuan deliberately emphasized: "Don't look at Han Yi who is usually busy with government affairs and doesn't care about reciting poetry, but his poetry talent is definitely not below all of you!"

"Oh?"

"Really?"

Ma Riyan was stunned for a moment, his eyes flashed, and he stared at Han Yi: "I only heard Bo Ji talk about the excellent son-in-law before, but I didn't expect Brother Kang Cheng to respect Jiaheng so much, even so, why not come up with a poem, so that I can wait to open my eyes!"

"How dare you!"

Han Yi hurriedly waved his hand and said, "How can I recite poems, you must not embarrass me!"

"Huh?"

"Isn't that right?"

Cui Yan on the side said with a smile: "I have heard it before, Jiaheng's sentence 'There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, and the poor people in the world are happy', which really moved Cui!"

"How today?"

Speaking of this, Cui Yan deliberately teased: "Jiaheng, you shouldn't look down on us from the countryside, right? Although the old man has no official status, he was also ranked as the third prince before!"

"That's it!"

Hu Zhao added: "Jiaheng doesn't look down on Hu, a country person? I am different from Cui Gong, I am a real country person, he is just a pretend!"

"How dare you!"

Han Yi shook his head again and again: "Yi is just a junior, how dare he be presumptuous in front of the princes!"

On the side, Wang Yun drank a bottle and said with a smile: "Jiaheng! Don't hide it, isn't it just a piece of poetry? Let them all see, my Wang Yun's son-in-law, how talented he is!"

"Daddy!"

Ying Bao shouted excitedly: "Are you just going to have one!"

The great Confucians were busy and echoed:

"Jiaheng, come on!"

"Let's open our eyes!"

"The son-in-law of the Cai family, how can he be ordinary!"

“......"

Han Yi originally wanted to keep a low profile.

But it's hard to be gracious, but it's disrespectful.

As a last resort, he could only stand up and waved at everyone: "In this case, then Han will be ugly!"

"I ...... it"

Looking forward to it, Han Yi suddenly found the Taishan wine on the food table, and couldn't help but think about it: "How about chanting a poem for everyone with wine as the theme?"

"Wine?"

Cui Yan's eyes lit up: "Okay!

Zheng Xuan also nodded: "Wine is affectionate, the range is very wide, I also want to hear it, what kind of poems can Jia Heng write with wine as the theme!"

The great Confucians followed and coaxed:

"Okay, let's talk about wine!"

"Jiaheng, don't you want to improvise a poem?"

"If that's the case, then Jiaheng is really amazing!"

"The afterlife is terrible, the afterlife is terrifying!"

“......"

Han Yi listened.

Mother's.

This time, I was forced to pretend to be a big deal.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, I'm pretending to be an egg.

He got up, picked up a bottle of wine from the dining table, and went into the temple.

Suddenly!

The big writer's shelf was put up all at once.

Don't say it, that fan is really pure!

Han Yi's eyes flickered, and he said with a smile:

"Let me chant poetry, I can chant a poem, chant a bottle of wine, what?"

The atmosphere was baked here, and all the great Confucians didn't think about it, so they responded directly:

"Yes!

"Jiaheng has this intention, how can we retreat!"

"Although I can't drink, if I can change Jiaheng poems, I will sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman!"

“......"

Time!

Throughout the banquet, the atmosphere became more and more explosive.

Han Yi picked up a bottle of wine, looked at the water of Mount Tai from afar, and began to recite:

"You don't see, the water of Mount Tai comes from the sky, and it flows to the sea and never returns!"

"You don't see, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk!"

When the first line of the poem came out of Han Yi's mouth.

The Confucians in the audience were already shocked!

Zheng Xuan couldn't help but nod his head and praise: "What a poem! The opening chapter is so magnificent, worthy of Jiaheng." "

They drank and tumbled.

"Good wine with good poetry, Jiaheng continues!"

"Such a heroic beginning, I think Jiaheng is also a heroic person!"

“......"

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon. "

After reciting, Han Yi picked up the wine, drank it all, and then made bold remarks, blurting out: "I am born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone!"

The great Confucians were simply stunned, completely conquered by Han Yi's arrogance!

"Okay!

"Jiaheng's talent is really amazing!"

"Even if this article is on the Yuedan review, it must be a first-class masterpiece!"

"Compared to Jiaheng, my article is like shit!"

“......"

Present!

Everyone is a bottle of liquor again, tumbling down!

Han Yi naturally followed suit.

After all, he is the master's house, and the guests are happy, and he must be even more happy!

"Zheng Kangcheng, Guan You'an, will enter the wine, don't stop the glass!"

Han Yi stretched out his arm and held the wine bottle, and immediately a waiter poured him full of wine!

All the Confucians in the audience shouted in unison: "Will enter the wine, don't stop the cup!"

Zheng Xuan and Guan Ning also followed with a bottle of booze: "Will enter the wine, don't stop the cup!"

Another bottle tumbling down the stomach.

In the pavilion, everyone suddenly fell silent.

Because!

They found.

Han Yi himself was brewing emotions.

Everyone shut up, as if they were afraid of interrupting his train of thought.

Long!

Han Yi showed an indifferent look on his face: "Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me." "

Obviously, this sentence is a sentence that connects the previous and the next.

The Confucians were still quiet and listened attentively.

"The bell and drum are not expensive enough, but I hope I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time!"

"The ancient sages were all lonely, only the drinker left his name!"

"Gaoyang drunkards are bold, and they are happy to fight wine!"

"Why does the master say that he has little money, and he must sell it to the right gentleman!"

Han Yi recited eight lines of poetry in one breath.

Every sentence is sonorous and powerful, and every sentence is arrogant.

Now!

It was supposed to be a chorus of applause, and everyone was happy.

But no one made the slightest sound.

No way!

Han Yi brought out his emotions so well.

So much so that each of them can feel it clearly.

The real heroism of this poem should be in the next sentence!

Syllable!

Han Yi drank a bottle, directly threw the wine bottle aside, looked around at the surrounding Confucians, and recited loudly: "Five-flowered horses, daughters Qiu, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you." "

"Come!"

"Ying'er, pour wine for your father!"

"Dad, Ying'er is coming~~"

Suddenly, everyone was shocked!

The thunderous cheers resounded through the sky and into the sky!

"Come!"

"Jiaheng is really talented!"

“......"

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