Feng Jin told everyone about Jiangang's affairs, of course, except for some unsightly "private matters", he was embarrassed to tell them all.

Everyone was full of emotion for a while, or shocked, or envious, or sad, or yearning, but with Zhuyu in front, everyone's conversation box was also opened.

From asking about the attack on the Ten Thousand Lotus Sect and the Longshan Sword Sect in the Justice Office, to talking about the golden-clothed young man.

From Feng Jin and Feng Mou and Meng Lao met Meng Lao by chance for a day, and then rescued Ma Monroe and Chang Nianchun later.

From the crowd of Oiran viing with each other to introduce the beauty and customs of the theater where they lived, to some interesting personal experiences.

From Ping Xianggong's ceremony to worship the heavens, Yongzhen luck, to Menglao, their seventeen saints fought a shocking battle.

The morning dew altar flowed into the stomachs of everyone, and as the burning stamina gradually rose, the atmosphere reached a peak for a while......

Feng put a hand on Mengtian's shoulder and said in a loud voice: "Brother Tian'er!

Meng Tian was already a little drunk at this time, and when he heard this, he suddenly became interested, got up suddenly, slapped the table, drank the full bowl of Chaolu, and laughed:

"If you don't say that I have forgotten, my master has spent sixteen years in vain, until I met you and Ah Jin, I saw the beauty of this world, today can be called my sixteen years, the happiest day!

Today, I dream of leaving behind a poem that shocks the world! Listen, all of you here are witnesses to history!"

After this remark, everyone coaxed, they didn't believe that this guy had that ability, and when they saw this one day, they surprisingly didn't refute it, and lowered their heads and pondered.

Feng Jin also looked at him with interest at this time, in fact, he recognized Mengtian's literary brilliance very much, although this thing looked like a ghost animal on weekdays, but he was exported twice and each time was more amazing than the other, which was enough to prove his unparalleled talent.

At this time, Meng Tian suddenly stopped pondering, stepped on the chair with one foot, kicked directly on the corner of the table, held a bowl of morning dew that had just been poured in his hand, raised his head and said in a loud voice:

"You don't see, the water of the Yi River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns.

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

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

I am born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone!

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink!

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

Xiao Jinzi, Xiao Mouzi, will enter the wine, don't stop the glass!

Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for wine!

With Er... Same as the pin... Eternal sorrow!"

After the impassioned recitation of the dream, he raised the wine in the bowl and drank it all.

Although Chaolu is a stamina spirit, but he has not made two bowls in a row like him, I saw a very proud smile on the corner of his mouth, and after stumbling off the chair, he rolled his eyes and fell asleep on the table.

For a while, there was no sound in the entire seven floors of Lihua Garden, the needle drop could be heard, and everyone's eyes were full of shock, recalling the poem that Meng Tianfang had just read over and over again, and couldn't let go of it for a long time.

Suddenly, Feng drank all the wine in the bowl and then fell to the ground with a "bang", laughing and said: "Hahahaha-good! Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon, good day!"

The last few acupuncture points in my body have been opened naturally, and when the old man comes back, he will immediately be able to bathe in the sky and become a powerful body! Tian'er, you owe me the two million thirteen thousand four hundred and twenty-nine dollars, you don't have to pay it back!"

Meng Tiantian suddenly straightened up at this time, his face was green, he pointed at the wind with one hand and covered his chest with one hand and said sadly: "Okay, you Feng, you actually understand the account with me so clearly, you are so cold brother's heart!"

Feng was slightly embarrassed when he saw this, and said hesitantly: "Actually...... I haven't spent money since I was a child, and I haven't even seen what money looks like, so it's not how it should be, hehehe......"

Meng Tiantian still had a sad and indignant expression on his face when he heard this, turned his head away and ignored him, and continued to play dead.

The people in the audience looked at the scene in front of them, and they all felt unreal, as if they had really witnessed a historic moment!

Dream of a day of drinking improvised a shocking poem, Feng heard the poem on the spot and melted through the whole body, just wait for Mu Detian to step into the realm of power, and then he boldly promised a poem worth two million!

After today, the name of Dream One Day is probably going to resound in the literary world, and even many forces in the Hundred Saints will recruit him!

Now that the Great Xia Sea is inclusive of all rivers, there are no classes of teaching, and the Emperor of Wanfang first held the "Grand Meeting of Cultivating the Law and Fixing the Law" in Yelai Mountain, the land of Zen sealing, and introduced all the saints and sages to participate in the revision of the laws of Great Xia!

Later, a hundred schools of thought prevailed, and all the saints personally marched to Daxia to spread culture and recruit protégés, which can be described as prosperous.

In today's prevalent culture, poetry is simply a commonplace in the literary world, and you can write a few poems for you if you casually bring a weak crown out of it. However, if you want to say that it is shocking or even a hand-me-down article, the impact will be great.

Back then, there was a flower girl with a superior color in Yizhou, who was just a poor singing daughter at first, but since he made the song "Asking for Return", in less than a year, the world has resounded in the literary world and is famous all over the world!

Later, it soared to the sky, and was accepted as the top brand by one of the largest theaters in the imperial capital of Great Xia, and was cultivated with a lot of money. Now this woman is simply a representative of both talents and colors, even in the imperial capital of Great Xia, she is one of the most popular Oiran!

If you talk about poetry, everyone is probably not as good as the Oiran here, they just have to think, they can hear a bunch of different poems every day, but compared with the one made by Dream Day, it is simply the difference between fireflies and the bright moon.

As long as the ears are not deaf and people are not stupid, they will hear the great artistic conception contained in the poem Dream Day!

What did he go through to write such a poem that was extremely sad and indignant, extremely arrogant and calm, full of ups and downs, and unrestrained and full of ups and downs? For a while, everyone fell into deep contemplation.

At this time, Feng Jin also came back to his senses, nodded unsatisfied, got up and raised the bowl and said: "Today, when I am drinking and enjoying myself, I am really fortunate to hear this amazing poem." Good poems should not be buried, after today, please help promote it as much as you can!

Tian'er, get up, don't pretend to be dead, let's make a bowl together, and then copy a few more copies of this poem and distribute it to everyone, so that everyone can promote it for you.

After today, it will be the time for you to make a name for yourself in the literary world and soar to the sky! We remind you to celebrate in advance...... Hear me, if you don't get up again, we'll keep our mouths shut and won't let your poem come out. ”

Sure enough, there was no movement at all in the dream, but when he heard the latter sentence, he stood up with a violent convulsion, although he was slightly drunk, but it did not hinder the high spirits on his face.

"Hahaha, I dreamed one day, and I said that today I would leave a poem that shocked the world, and I was absolutely right!"

The peach blossom on the side looked at Meng Yitian with a flushed face, and said lightly: "Dream Gongzi, dare to ask, what is the name of this poem?"

Under the gaze of everyone, Meng Yitian spit out three words with great energy: "Will, enter, wine!"

"Will be in the wine...... Well, it is very appropriate, and I think that for a long time in the future, the literati and in the streets and alleys will probably read this poem aloud before drinking. Feng Jin said with emotion.

"Yes, yes, I'm going to drink, that's a good name. Come, please drink this bowl to your heart's content!" Feng Mou raised the bowl and said loudly.

After everyone finished drinking, they took paper and ink, and asked Dream to write this poem one day, but when it came to "Little Jinzi, Little Someone", Dream was slightly stunned one day, but he still wrote it hard.

Feng Jin and Feng Mou's faces instantly darkened, and the two thought they were calling someone else at first, but they didn't expect that this guy really ate the dragon's heart and tiger guts, and dared to make fun of the two of them like this, and immediately Feng Mou slapped him down.

Dream covered his head one day, tears almost hurt out, and finally, at the moment when the two of them pulled out their swords, he decisively erased "Xiao Jinzi and Xiao Mouzi" and replaced them with "Jinzi and a certain rich man......