The poem rose again, and the ministers and envoys of the hall poked their heads one after another, waiting for them.

The poem just now is a treasure for India and those who study Buddhism, but for others, it can only be regarded as a good poem, not a shocking work, so the second poem that Li Xiao is going to write at this moment gives them expectations.

"You don't see ......" Li Xiao shook his body, his steps swayed, and paused. He glanced at the flask in his hand, and subconsciously glanced back at the owner of the flask.

The pot was not sake, and there was a burst of sweetness when he first entered it, but now the wine was pouring up, and he was drunk for a while, and at this time he didn't use his true qi to resist, and he was really a little drunk for a while. And Li Xiao's alcohol consumption is not large, and after taking a big sip of this degree of wine, he can't help but be really drunk.

"You don't see ......" Li Xiao took another sip, although he was drunk, he still wanted to drink this wine, and he couldn't stop......

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes 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."

"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 three hundred cups of drink."

"Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, don't stop the glass."

"Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me."

"The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time."

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

"King Chen used to feast peacefully, and he fought wine for ten thousand years."

"What is the master's words, he has to sell the right money."

"Five-flowered horses, daughters and horses, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you."

At the end, the wine jug in his hand was raised in front of him, and he threw another sentence: "This poem will enter the wine!" "The arrogance of the posture, the chic, at this moment, no one through the ages. There is no Yellow River in this world, there is no Master Cen, there is no Dan Qiusheng, and King Chen is not King Yu. He didn't change a word, he wouldn't change it, he didn't deserve it, and he didn't want to change it. For this poem, only Li Taibai can compose it. Eternal and heroic.

The length of this poem is not long, but it is full of five tones and extraordinary weather. It is full of pen and ink, extremely sad and indignant and wild, and extremely arrogant and calm. The whole poem is quite magical, "no pen and ink path", neither deliberately carved and carved can be learned, nor can it be achieved hastily.

The opening sentence is first spit out a majestic sentence, and then a counterpart. The contrast between rising and falling makes the listener sigh, even if they don't know what the Yellow River is, the ministers and envoys present seem to have seen the great river that fell from the sky and poured for thousands of miles. Even if the people here are still not old and have no gray hair, they can't help but sigh "like green silk turning into snow at dusk".

Then, "life must be happy", "I am born to be useful." "How heroic, two sentences of pride deep in the bones, it is by no means a pretentious person can get it. It makes the listener feel emotional. The young are excited, and the old are old.

"Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require three hundred cups of drink." seems to be talking about the birthday banquet at this time, "cooking sheep and slaughtering cows" and "three hundred cups" are extremely appropriate for today's birthday banquet. And the joy and grandeur contained in his poems are even more overwhelming. Immersive? No, it's in the middle of it.

There is no end, and at this point, the wild feelings tend to climax, and the melody of the poem accelerates. Li Xiao's dazzling drunkenness was wonderful, and suddenly made people hear his loud persuasion: "Will enter the wine, don't stop the cup" This sentence alone made the ministers subconsciously raise their wine glasses to drink. Bells and drums, ancient sages, drunk and not waking up, drinkers leave their names. It seems to be lamenting life, but not political, which is full of a deep and broad anger and belief in self. Poetry is so sad but not sad, sad and strong, that is, rooted in this.

Recalling that the person who wrote the poem, Li Xiao, was assassinated by Wencheng Street a few days ago, these two sentences may be because of this.

In the end, "What is the master's words and little money, he must sell the right one." "Five-flowered horses, daughters and ,......" re-entered the wild, and became more and more crazy, and the daughters were scattered, just to get drunk. Today, Li Xiao is a guest, but at this moment, he is standing tall, arrogant, and proposes to pawn Qiu as a horse, which almost makes people wonder who is the "master". It's very romantic. Fast people talk fast, and they can't get out of this if they are not informal. The poetry is so wild that it makes people sigh and sing, and they want to "dance with the hands and follow the feet".

"Li Gongzi is really sincere. The love is still over, the poem has ended, and suddenly there is a sentence of 'eternal sorrow with you', which is related to the 'sadness' at the beginning, and the meaning of 'eternal sorrow' is even deeper. The end of this 'white clouds from the sky and disappearing with the wind' shows the poet's surging emotional torrent. Looking at the whole article, it is really a big ups and downs, and it is not like a rafter with a huge pen. The Ministry of Rites Shangshu sighed. The people around him also sighed.

It's just that what puzzles them is that this "King Chen" ......

The little eunuch who wrote the poem also stopped writing here, with a bitter face, King Chen, the king of Yu, and Li Xiao was born in the south, and the nasal voice was indistinguishable. The little eunuch raised his head and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty......"

"Erdong is Chen." Emperor Hao opened his mouth lightly, his face full of joy.

After receiving the emperor's order, the little eunuch was busy bowing his head and writing.

"This poem is really eternal and heroic." Inside the screen, Gao Changle's mood slowly calmed down, and the wine glass in her hand was slowly put down, but thinking of the poem just now, she couldn't help but get excited.

Lu Yunlu also nodded subconsciously, putting aside his prejudices against Li Xiao, this poem can really be regarded as the first poem in the world, Rao is written by the late Ouyang Wang Su in his life, and there is no poem that can surpass the poem that Li Xiao wrote by borrowing wine just now. She believes that even if she doesn't reach out for today's birthday feast, this poem alone can touch the hearts of others.

Looking back on Li Xiao's first few poems, to the present plus this one, he has composed a total of five poems, from to, of course, they don't know that he also wrote one for Yu Xian'er. These five poems, no matter which one they are, are all masterpieces, and the most important thing is that these poems are all from the mouth of a sixteen-year-old child, a young genius, and the name of the little poet fairy is well deserved.

Moreover, it is estimated that the future achievements will not be less than those of Ouyang in the Western Liang Kingdom. The ministers and envoys all thought so. Even the envoys of the Western Liang Kingdom felt this way. After all, Ouyang only had two masterpieces in his weak crown year.

His gaze returned to the young man in the temple who had finished his poem. The jug in the young man's hand was already empty, and the jug had been thrown to the ground by him at will, and he staggered to the minister's side, wanting to ask for another glass of wine, but found that there was only one pot left.

"Li Gongzi, Su only brought two pots of this wine, how about leaving one pot for the old man?" Zhao Bukang grabbed the wine jug in his hand with a wry smile and pleaded.

The officials in the military department who came back from the border did not like to drink the sake in the palace, although it was imperial sake, it was too light for them, and there was no stimulus of spirits in the slightest. So at the banquet, His Majesty the Emperor allowed them to bring more wine. Zhao Bukang's two pots of wine were brought by him from home, and the lady of the Su family is good at making wine, and her wine is as strong as her people.

Li Xiao laughed evilly, quickly snatched the wine jug in Zhao Bukang's hand, raised his head and drank it all. For some reason, I like Su Shilang's wine, which is very strong, but unexpectedly delicious, and people can't help but want to continue.

"Hiccup...... Li Xiao hiccuped, at this moment his eyes were already blurry, all the people and all the things changed into many, as if far and near, people couldn't touch it, tilted his body, dragged a few steps outside, and happened to see the bright moon in the sky. The stars are shining, and the lonely moon is not lonely.

He looked at the moon, the star, and the night sky, and suddenly smiled bitterly, the empty pot in his hand pointed to the bright moon, and the water in his eyes was rising.

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio. The moon does not drink, and the shadow disciples follow me. Temporarily accompanied by the moon will be shadowed, and the joy must be spring. I sing and wander, and I dance in a mess. When they wake up, they make friends together, rejoice, and disperse when they get drunk. Eternal knot ruthless travel, phase Miao Yunhan. ”

After reading it, the wine went up, he fell on his back, his lips moved slightly, and he seemed to cry: "I want to go home, I really want to play with my mobile phone, I don't have a diamond yet!" ”

Lu Yunlu quickly stepped forward and wanted to help Li Xiao up, but found that Li Xiao at this time was full of tears, and his left eye was crying uncontrollably. He looked at the emperor on the dragon chair in the main hall, and then looked at the surrounding ministers and envoys, and didn't know what to do for a while.

At this moment, the ministers and envoys had just withdrawn from that heroic feeling, but they were drawn up by the poem read by Li Xiao before he was drunk.

Emperor Hao on the dragon chair had a sour nose and glanced sideways at the queen, who also couldn't stop sobbing. A soft color flashed in Emperor Hao's eyes, and he gently patted the latter's fragrant shoulder. Li Xiao's last poem also moved him, and also reminded him of the world that he couldn't go back to, as well as his wife and children in that world.

"This kid, it's okay to get drunk." He said with a smile, not even realizing it at the moment, his eyes were constantly bursting with tears, very little, not much. Fortunately, everyone in the temple was nostalgic for the poem just now, and no one noticed his abnormality.

Standing up, Emperor Hao looked down at the young man lying in front of the hall. Lu Yunlu reacted first, and hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, Li Xiao has fallen asleep." ”

Emperor Hao nodded, glanced at the ministers and envoys in the hall, and said, "I said before that Li Xiao will be rewarded for making poems. ”

"Reward Li Xiao of Suzhou Chu Mansion, a first-class viscount, and seal his Jingzhao Mansion Sicang to join the army."

"How many rank officials is Si Cang joining the army?" Li Xiao, who was lying on the ground, asked in a daze.

"Positive seven products." Lu Yunlu explained softly.

"Stingy ......" finished his last sentence of the day, and Li Xiao, who was sleepy, fell into a drunken dream.