Mu Qing's amount of wine is average, after all, he is still young, and he is far from having a good amount of wine, not to mention that the whole four pots of wine have already made his head dizzy and his eyelids heavy. Maybe there was a lot of deliberation in the front, but the more you drink, the more you drink, the more you don't know how to do it later.

However, apparently, the only reason left told him that he should listen to Li Qianyu's words and compose a poem, but this little bit of inspiration was not enough to support him to organize it clearly, such as asking who this beautiful woman would praise, such as thinking about who he was thinking about in his heart.

Mu Qing just stared at Li Qianyu with a smile, unable to take his eyes off it, but maybe his staggering action to get the wine jug was too attractive, and few people noticed that his eyes were glued to Li Qianyu all the time. Li Qianyu frowned slightly and watched Mu Qing's movements, and he could see that this person was drunk.

Just now, he just got the wine glass in front of him when he was angry with him, but Li Qianyu didn't want him to show his drunken ugliness in front of everyone, so he said: "If you are not happy, ...... it."

"I'm so good!" Mu Qing raised the wine jug in his hand suddenly, smiling, the caution in the past disappeared at this moment, and all of them became wanton and arrogant. Picking up the wine jug and pouring it into his mouth, Mu Qing laughed twice and said loudly. "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! It's just poetry, what am I afraid of! ”

Good poems, good sentences.

But there is obviously something wrong with the person who recites the poem.

Song Qianyi looked at him with a frown, he couldn't see clearly who Mu Qing was looking at, it was vaguely the place where the main seat was, except for Li Qianyu and his entourage, it was Master Meng not far behind him.

Could it be that this Mu Gongzi is also a minister under the skirt of Master Meng?

Song Qianyi frowned slightly, he didn't like the style of the literati of the Zhou Dynasty now, but obviously Mu Qing had a very good appetite for him. Whether it will be far or near in the future, but it is necessary to think about it.

And Liucheng didn't have as many twists and turns as Song Qianyi, the white and fat face was full of panic, and the round hand firmly grasped Ke Jingyuan's cuffs, and said in a low voice: "It's over, this person is starting to go crazy with alcohol." ”

Ke Jingyuan was silent and looked cold.

saw Mu Qing directly raise his steps and stand on the table, looking around left and right at the people who were looking at him with their heads up, and in the end, his eyes still fell on Li Qianyu.

Li Qianyu had already gotten up at this time and looked at him, with a look that clearly saw that the slightest mistake would let Lan Ruo take him down. But Mu Qing, who had always observed Li Qianyu's meticulousness, didn't see anything in his eyes this time as if he was blind, and drank all the wine by himself, and threw the wine jug into the water.

Beautiful woman...... Oh, beauty.

Mu Qing exhaled softly, he looked at Li Qianyu, those eyes were as vicissitudes as if they had gone through the world.

He has lived two lives, the dullness of the previous life and the ups and downs of this life, he has never complained, because Mu Qing is an extremely pragmatic person, and he believes that everything can be attributed to hard work. He strives to make himself live well, strives to make the people around him live well, and strives to change the world and his life.

But all the qiē seems to be no match for Li Qianyu's eyes and words.

It was Mu Qing who wanted to get close to Li Qianyu, it was Mu Qing who designed to save Li Qianyu, and it was Mu Qing who brought them closer again and again. Mu Qing was in love with Li Qianyu's Qingjun, liked his style, and expected him to make Da Zhou powerful in the future, but just when Mu Qing realized that he liked him, those calculations became an excuse for approaching.

Mu Qing wanted to take the imperial examination and become an official, and what he did at first was just a few tiled houses and half an acre of land, and he had a share of money to support his life.

But now, if he wants to stand by Li Qianyu's side, he is far from stopping there. He worked hard to gain fame, and he had to enter the court with his head broken, and only by rushing forward could he win the qualification to stand by his side, instead of prostrate on the ground like everyone else and look up at this man who was destined to stand at the pinnacle of power.

What's the solution? Mu Qing smiled softly and muttered to himself: "Painting the ground as a prison, I have long trapped myself in it and can't get out." ”

"Mu Gongzi, compose poetry." Song Qianyi couldn't look at it, and reminded in a low voice.

Mu Qing shook his head and said, "Yes, compose poetry." ”

As he spoke, he laughed, and then raised his head slightly, looked at the purple and red eyes, and recited without thinking:

"The tidbits are late, the red pigment is light, but the spring color is late, and the garden is made of flying flowers. The bottom of the acacia tree says that it is lovesick, and Sijun hates Junjun and does not know. ”

As soon as this sentence came out, it lifted the spirits of many people.

This is a kind of poetry genre, which did not flourish in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and was mostly used to entertain oneself, and the emphasis was on "three-three-five-five-seven-seven", which became a three-five-seven word poem. Before talking about spring, and then interceding, but he didn't mention where the beauty was.

Mu Qing ignored everyone's expressions, and looked at Li Qianyu with a light smile and deep eyes, only the slightly red cheeks showed that he was slightly drunk.

Mu Qing couldn't remember exactly when he was thinking about him, but he clearly remembered that when they fell into the hands of the Liao people at that time, this person flew in the night, and there was a roaring explosion behind him, and the fire soared into the sky, burning the sky as bright as the white sun, and Li Qianyu, who was dressed in white, had a face like jade, cold eyebrows, a long body and a jade, and was ethereal like a fairy.

Slightly behind his back on the table, the evening breeze blew, but it raised the hem of Mu Qing's long-sleeved shirt, which was a little more elegant.

But Lan Ruo could see that Mu Qing was probably already drunk and about to fall asleep.

wanted to help, but Li Qianyu stopped his movements. Li Qianyu's narrow eyebrows and eyes stared at Mu Qing, plain, without the slightest emotion: "Let this king listen, what does he want to say to this king." ”

The cold tone made Lan Ruo purse the corners of her mouth slightly, and looked at Mu Qing with a trace of worry in her eyes.

Mu Qing didn't know Li Qianyu's words, he just read out the second half, because the sound was a little fluctuating after drinking, but it was enough for people to hear clearly.

"Enter my lovesick door, know my lovesickness,

"Sauvignon Blanc long memories, Sauvignon Blanc is infinite,

"I knew it was so stumbling, and it was as if I didn't know each other."

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When Mu Qing woke up, the first thing he saw was the splendid bed tent.

He couldn't figure out how he got back to bed, and his last memory was to play against Song Qianyi, and then he always lost, and when he lost, he was drunk...... What happened after that?

God, I seem to be broken......

Lying there motionless with his stare at the bed tent, Mu Qing's hand was clenched into a fist and placed on the brocade quilt, and his fingertips unconsciously rubbed along the patterns on the brocade quilt. Mu Qing could only remember some feelings intermittently about what happened after the pair, he seemed to be able to hear everyone's cheers, he could hear Song Qianyi's exclamations, and finally, he was firmly held in his arms.

Yes, Mu Qing remembered this, because he was sure that that scene was very detrimental to his manhood, and Mu Qingxiang, who was very face-conscious, might not forget it for a while.

I guess he drank too much and was helped by someone, and when the time comes, he will ask clearly and go and thank you.

I tried to sit up on the bed, but I felt a splitting headache just by moving. Mu Qing grinned and covered his head, gasping for cold air in his mouth, to be honest, this was the first time he had been drunk from his previous life to this life, and just because of this headache, he also decided that he would never drink more in the future.

"Annu, bring me a cup of tea." Mu Qing covered his head and squinted his eyes, looking quite uncomfortable.

If it was usual, An Nu would have run to his side to help him cook a good meal, and that handsome young man always cooked Mu Qing properly.

But this time, Mu Qing waited for a long time and didn't move, which was very unusual. He rubbed his temples and raised his head, and at a glance he saw a man in a brocade robe sitting at the table with a tea cup. Mu Qing was stunned for a moment, and then muttered: "Brother Li? What are you doing here? ”

Li Qianyu put aside the teacup at this time, turned to Mu Qing with cold eyes, and saw him looking at him stunned, and bent the corners of his lips: "You are slow, this king has been waiting here for almost two hours." ”

Mu Qing obviously hasn't fully sobered up yet, and he can't turn back. Looking up at the surrounding furnishings, I realized that this was my room. He hadn't been to Li Qianyu's bedroom either, but just by looking at the jade and porcelain on the table, he knew that this was probably Li Qianyu's room.

Then I slept ...... It's also Brother Li's bed?!

Mu Qing looked down at the quilt in a daze, looked up at the bed tent, and sure enough, he found that it was much more gorgeous than his own. And the first thing Mu Qing reacted to was to pull the quilt directly and hold it firmly in his arms, and then quickly let go of it in the next second and pretended to be fine.

This is Brother Li's bed...... Brother Li's quilt...... Brother Li's pillow......

And when he was stunned, he heard Li Qianyu say lightly: "If you have nothing to do, get up." ”

This sentence was very straightforward, and Mu Qing immediately understood it. The confusion dissipated most of the time, he stood up with the bed frame, shook his head, walked to the chair opposite Li Qianyu and sat down, Li Qianyu handed over a cup of tea without any blame, Mu Qing took it, took a sip, the warmth was just right, and he raised his neck and drank it all, which can be regarded as a little relief from the wine.

I'm going to ask for a bowl of decanting soup later. Mu Qing knocked his head.

Li Qianyu looked at him, then brought another teapot from the side and poured himself a bowl: "This king thinks, if you don't wake up again, I will splash you up with tea." ”

Looking at Li Qianyu's cold face, he sneered and said, "Brother Li, why bother, this tea is at the right temperature, it's okay to keep it for drinking, why waste it for me." ”

"Hot tea." Li Qianyu said, put aside the teapot, shook the teacup, and there was a trace of white gas coming out of it, and there was a faint fragrance of tea.

The corners of Mu Qing's eyes twitched, and the temperature was extremely high, and he ...... Want to splash this in my face?

Li Qianyu bent the corners of his lips and raised his hand: "The boiling water just sent, do you want to try it?" ”

The author has something to say: [Catching insects]

In terms of poetic style, Li Bai's invention of the "double-piece superimposed" "three-three-five-five-seven" format is a success achieved on the basis of drawing on and summarizing the experience of other poets in applying the three-five-seven character sentence pattern and combining with his own practical experience in lyric creation.

The 357 words in the text are slightly changed on the basis of Li Bai's "357 Words".

Mu Xiaoqing: ...... Brother Li, are you going to wake me up qaq

Li Liulang: No

Mu Xiaoqing: I knew you were good \(≧▽≦)/ to me

Li Liulang: I want to burn you

Mu Xiaoqing: qaql3l4