After three bowls of wine in a row, the atmosphere immediately became warm, staggered, pushing the cup and changing the lamp, recalling the past by the way, and the monarch and the ministers were happy for a while. Such a scene can only be seen in the early years of Hongwu, and if you can see it at a glance, you will have one less look, and in another ten years, I am afraid it will be another scene.

Of course, there are also unhappy people, such as Tuo Timur drinking alone, anyway, no one who doesn't have a long eye to come over to drink with him, Li Shanchang doesn't look at him when he is closest to him, only Zhu Biao is not afraid of taboos and has a drink with him.

It is naturally not enough to drink at the palace banquet, and entertainment activities are also indispensable, Lao Zhu does not have the leisure and elegance to raise a dancing girl like Tuo Timur. In the end, he is the emperor who immediately takes the world, and he doesn't look at the delicate beauty dance, but loves to watch the dancing knife of the big man who picks his feet.

One by one, rough men took turns on the stage to show their martial arts, and when everyone applauded, Ma Du was rolling his eyes, and he really wanted to say what it was.

Most of these murderous generals are from wild roads and have never practiced any routines, not to mention playing dazzling swords, and they can't even turn their heads, so I heard them shouting at the top of their voices. Ma Du does not doubt the power of these commonly used moves on the battlefield, but when it comes to ornamentation, they are not as good as those of the street performers.

After watching the Han dance knife, he played the pot throwing game again, the game of throwing the pot has been popular for a long time, the Tang Dynasty has reached the extreme, the Song and Yuan dynasties were still prevalent in the court, and it completely declined in the Qing Dynasty.

Lao Zhu rarely got up generously, and took out a few things to make a hanging red, and everyone's enthusiasm suddenly increased, except for Tuo Timur, because the few things Lao Zhu took out looked quite familiar to him, which made him feel sad. The only thing to be thankful for is that no one has come to him until now to embarrass him.

Mu Ying said to Ma Du: "How about going to play a round together, if you win, there will be the emperor's reward." ”

"Forget it! There are always people there, where there are still others. ”

The pitcher evolved from archery, and he is often a Ming sniper god, and he can only be used by others to play. However, the facts made him stunned, and the winners of the four rounds in a row were Tao An, who had just recovered from a serious illness, Liu Ji, who was powerless, Wang Guangyang, who was half-drunk and half-awake, and Song Lian, who was old and dizzy.

It seems that the pitcher is really a literati and a gentleman playing things, and the big bosses are obviously not good, and there are many people who fail to win. It was obviously a celebration banquet held by a military general, but all the good things were won by Wenchen.

There was only one ruby the size of a pigeon's egg left on Lao Zhu's table, which was as red as blood, and it was the most expensive of several items. Lao Zhu said to the four people who won the thing: "The four Aiqing can't take it in vain, you wait for each person to chant a poem to help the fun, whoever has the best poem, this ruby will be rewarded to whom, and all the ministers can participate." ”

Gems are valuable, but the emperor's appreciation is priceless, and this is a great opportunity to show his face, and everyone is gearing up. Seeing Mu Ying next to him frowning and muttering in his mouth, Ma Du asked him, "You can also chant poetry?" ”

"Who said it wouldn't, I have also studied with my mother since I was a child."

Ma Du also has stocks in his stomach, and they are all good goods, but where is his level, and no one will believe it when he sings out.

Lao Zhu said to Tao An: "Tao Qing come first!" ”

Tao An said with a bitter face: "Your Majesty has promoted Weichen, and Weichen is not Cao Zijian, and he does not have the ability to write poems in seven steps." The day before yesterday, there was a new work for everyone to enjoy! ”

Lao Zhu nodded, "Okay, then this one!" ”

Tao An took a deep breath, "Drinking water tastes easy, and Qiujiang is easy to clear." The cold body was stinging at the beginning, and it was reborn after the illness. Begging for a book, drowning is not yet full. The high sky is dewy and clean, and the court chrysanthemum is late and English. ”

As soon as the poem was read, some of the civil officials applauded loudly, but there was no movement on the military general's side, and it is estimated that most people could not understand it. Mu Ying smacked her lips and said, "I'd better forget it, it is estimated that only Uncle Xu and Siben will compare with them." ”

Ma Du asked him, "Are Brother Xu and Siben very good at composing poetry?" Xu Da he knows that he often keeps his hands on the scroll, as for Li Wenzhong, he has never heard of it, and he has run around the grassland with him, and he has never touched a book.

"That's nature, Siben is the most urgent."

Lao Zhu saw that there was no movement on the military general's side, and looked at the civil official again, "Mr. Liu, it's your turn!" ”

Liu Ji got up and said: "Weichen's song was made some time ago when I heard that Lanzhou reported victory. He said in a throat: "When the weather is rainy and sunny, the withered grass and yellow flowers are divided between the roads. Wanli Yuguan Chi Lubu...... Aging is ashamed to make up for it, and accompanies Yifeng to serve Yaochi. ”

As soon as Liu Ji's words fell, he saw Li Wenzhong, who was sitting opposite, suddenly stood up, and only heard him say sonorously and forcefully: "Wen Lie is from the east to Wu Liexi, and now there is no need to be bitter. The rich and noble monarchs in the south of the Yangtze River are exhausted, and I know the wind and frost in the north. Pull out the hair and tie the reins to lead the war horse, dismantle the clothes and draw the thread to mend the flag. Millions of heroes are in the city, why use Mr. half a poem! ”

As soon as this poem came out, the audience was silent, and then burst into warm applause, including Liu Ji, who was scolded by Li Wenzhong. This poem is plain and plain, everyone can understand it, it can be said that it has exhausted the hardships of the battle, especially the generals in the field are deeply impressed, and they applaud desperately, and what is even more rare is that this Li Wenzhong is in a hurry.

"Great!" Mu Ying applauded desperately, "Brother Bao'er has taken this gem, and when I turn around, I will ask him to come and make jewelry for my mother's birthday next year." ”

With Li Wenzhong's poem, as long as Lao Zhu's brain is not convulsive, he will naturally give him the gem, which is a consolation for the soldiers of the Northern Expedition, not to mention that this is originally a celebration banquet held by military generals, if all good things are taken away by civilian officials, it will be too inappropriate.

Liu Ji arched his hand at Lao Zhugong, "General Li is in a hurry, and Weichen is not as good as it!" "At this time, there is no civil official who is not long-eyed, who wants to recite sour poems and fight for this gem.

"Haha......" His nephew has such a long face, of course Lao Zhu is happy, and he is about to stretch out his hand to beckon Li Wenzhong over.

Who knew that at this time, he suddenly snorted softly, and saw a person in the southwest corner of the main hall suddenly jumped up, and looked at it to see if it was his brother-in-law who had always fucked up, Lao Zhu frowned and asked, "Xuanzhong, do you also want to compose poems?" ”

Mu Ying on the side saw Ma Du suddenly get up, slightly surprised, and then said softly with joy: "Xuanzhong, I know that you can do it, help me snatch the gem from Siben's hand, he has always picked the door and will not necessarily give it to me, whose hand is this!" ”

Mu Ying saw that a small hand stretched out from under Ma Du's desk and was touching the food on the table, and as soon as he tilted his head, he saw Zhu Xiaowu eating in his mouth under the table, and reaching out to touch the things on the table.

Ma Du looked at the bones under the table, when did this little bastard come over, no wonder he tore a chicken leg just now, and after eating two bites, it was gone.

Zhu Xiaowu knew that he had been discovered, so he stuck out his tongue and smiled and begged for mercy, "Uncle, Brother Wen Ying, don't let my father and queen mother know, otherwise I will be beaten again tomorrow." ”

Ma Du's side was a little remote, and the lights were very dim, he didn't pay attention to the hand stretched out on the table, and Lao Zhu couldn't see it, and asked loudly: "Xuanzhong, do you want to compose poetry too?" ”

Ma Du raised his head, "Write, compose!" ”