Wine, just like a martial arts competition, has a distinction between civil and military, and there are winners and losers

Literary fighters, with poetry, with songs, poetry and music quality drinking, in the same time, the most drinking wins. {First Reading}

Martial fighters, or guess boxing, or drink orders, or directly fight for drinks, regardless of time, the first drunk to fall to the ground loses.

Fighting wine with poetry is an elegant thing, but when Liu Yiyi automatically admits defeat, and He Zimei is still unwilling to give up, it is somewhat filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Seeing that they had a tendency to pinch up, Di Zhizhi clenched her little fist excitedly, she had been waiting for this moment for more than a day or two, He Zimei was the most famous student among her father's many disciples, and he was fighting poetry and wine, this Liu Yifan was going to die today! Look at him, a timid teacher, and he won't lose face today?

"Zimei!" Di Zhixun frowned and glanced at He Xu, He Zimei's actions just now were a little too forceful. This student was not the kind of jealous person in the past, how could he do things so inappropriately today?

"The students are here!" Hearing Di Zhixun's call, He Wei hurriedly bowed down and saluted Di Zhixun, who had always known something about Di Zhixun, and he had already heard that his mentor seemed to be angry.

As soon as Zhixun raised his hand, he didn't dare to say more, but he was interrupted by Liu Yiyi, who had just stood up.

Liu Yiyi is usually very lazy, and some things are passable and he doesn't care too much, but sometimes he is an extremely stingy person, especially after drinking a lot of wine, after being teased again and again. His little temper couldn't help but burst out of his chest.

The tiger is not powerful, do you really look at Lao Tzu as a sick cat?!

"Since Brother Zimei looks down on Liu like this, if Liu refuses again, it will be a bit hypocritical," Liu Yiyi smiled and arched his hand to Di Zhixun and said: "With a pillar of incense as the limit, it can be regarded as a birthday celebration for Lord Di, and I also ask Lord Di to be a judge."

Liu blocked the way of speech with a word, so that even if the old man had the heart to stop it, there was no way to stop it.

Everyone in the room was looking this way. When Liu Yiyi first came, he brought a birthday poem, so that they have always paid attention to Liu Yiyi, a living person, of course, Liu Yiyi's sea eating and drinking next to him just now was also seen by them, and at the same time, because of. made them have a hint of doubt about Liu Yiyi's talent. Could such a person with little cultivation be able to write such atmospheric and sympathetic verses?

"Okay. Since Mr. Liu was also so interested, the old man didn't say much. Di Zhixun casually instructed Di Liang on the side: "Di Liang, incense." In addition, I will prepare some pen, ink, paper, and inkstones. ”

"Yes, sir!" Di Liang bent down and replied lightly, and looked at Liu Yiyi. I was surprised by this Liu Yifan's boldness and ignorance of the sky, and he knew in his heart that he was ashamed of his attainments in poetry, and he didn't think that Liu Yifan, a small teacher, had any hope of winning. You must know that in the wine fighting poems of previous years, He Wei has never lost.

Di Liang straightened up, raised his hand and patted it in the direction of the side of the hall, and some of the maid rings with pen and ink scrolls and small incense burners walked in one after another, came to the table where Di Zhixon was, and bent down to salute Master Di in unison.

Pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and time-keeping incense burner are essential items for every banquet in Difu, in order to encounter a situation like today's.

Where is the shortage of the four treasures of the study among the literati and elegant guests?

"Master Di," when Xiao Yahuan was about to burn incense, Liu Yiyi confessed to Di Zhixun again, and said: "Xiao Kedi's calligraphy and handwriting, I am a little ashamed to see people, I want to ask the two little sons to catch the pen on my behalf, I don't know if it is possible?" ”

Saying that, Liu Yiyi's eyes swept towards Di Renjie, Di Shijie, and the two of them, seeing that these two little guys were next to Di Lu's land, their faces were red, and they were about to jump up excitedly, and they couldn't help but chuckle.

"Shijie, and Renjie? Can they? Di Zhixun frowned slightly, Liu Yifan's handwriting was indeed a little instructive, but it seemed a little inappropriate to let the two children catch the pen for him.

"They can!" Liu Yiyi said to Di Zhixun in a firm voice and with a little agitation: "Although the calligraphy of the two little sons is still a little immature, they are already the first glimpse of the spotted leopard. ”

"Master, this is not a big deal, let them go." When he heard that his sons and nephews were praised in this way,

Full of joy, he persuaded Dickson on the side.

"Well, since it is Mr. Liu's wishes, Shijie, Renjie, you two will go with Mr.!" Di Zhixun glanced at the two little ones, and saw that they were all gearing up and eager to try, so he couldn't help but chuckle lightly, and waved them to Liu Yiyi's side.

"Mr. Liu, can you start?" Seeing that Di Shijie and Di Renjie were in place, He Wei lifted the pen and lightly put down the pen and ink, and with one hand behind his back, he turned his head to look at Liu Yiyi, looking at him with a calm and relaxed look, obviously he didn't really take Liu Yiyi to heart.

"Liu has already prepared, He Gongzi, please!" Liu Yiyi arched his hand at He Shijie, and then leisurely folded his hands behind his back, standing beside Di Renjie and Di Shijie.

"Alright, let's get some incense!" Seeing that they were all ready, Di Zhixun waved his hand and gave an order to the little girl ring holding the incense burner, and the fire flashed, and a pillar of incense slowly ignited in the furnace.

"Huh?!" After the incense burned, when He Yi was immersed in writing a book, to everyone's surprise, Liu Yiyi sat down again, and then nibbled on the braised pig's trotters that he had just bitten a bite of, and it seemed that he had no intention of composing poetry immediately.

What kind of play is this? This kid, he can't be stupid, right? At this time, how could he still be in the mood to gnaw on his pig's trotters?

Is it arrogant, or do you think you have no chance of winning and just give up? Some of the friends and elders who were closer to He Wei couldn't help frowning slightly.

"It's too much! Mother, look, how can he be like this?! Di Zhizhi held her little fist and complained to Di Lu with great dissatisfaction, Liu Yifan's approach was an extreme contempt for He Wei.

"Don't be bored," Di Lu glanced at Di Zhizhi and said softly: "Since Mr. Liu should have this fight, he will not give up in vain, play tricks on Zimei, wait a while." ”

Nangong Wan'er is speechless now, I remember hearing her senior sister Zhizhi say in her ear before, this Liu Yifan is a timid and fearless scholar like a mouse, now looking at Liu Yifan's repeated performance, how can there be a little timid and afraid of things?

"Mr. Liu should be in the middle of the season," Li Jihe saw Liu Yifan's current appearance, and somehow, he suddenly had a strong confidence in his heart in his heart that he would not lose because of this teacher who was not very familiar with him! This Liu Yifan and Liu Yiyi are the same kind of people, talented, confident, uninhibited, and often do things unexpectedly, sometimes Li Jihe even has an illusion that this Liu Yifan is Mr. Liu Yiyi.

However, there are too many differences in their appearance, voice, and even body shape, which makes Li Jihe never dare to be sure and believe.

Moreover, compared with Liu Yiyi's previous restrained performance in Sanyuan, this Liu Yifan is obviously a little arrogant, and his personality seems to be very different, they are completely different people.

"Let the time? Cut! Brother Ji, don't put gold on his face, just him? Nangong Wan'er pursed her lips disdainfully, raised her eyes, and saw Liu Yiyi's bright greasy mouth. With his appearance, where can he have a little bit of what a literati should look like? Moreover, when it comes to composing poems, Nangong Wan'er can't help but think of her two pieces of money again.

"Sir, it's almost time!" When the pig's trotter under Liu's mouth was about to be gnawed clean, Di Shijie whispered a reminder behind him that the incense burner had burned nearly half, and He Zimei also wrote three poems in such a short time, and three glasses of wine had been placed beside him.

After watching Liu Yi's pig's trotters gnawing for a long time, many people were already lacking in interest, and couldn't help but aim their eyes at He Xu's side.

Liu Yiyi slowly put down the pig's trotters that were already full of bones in his hands, picked up a napkin next to him and carefully wiped the greasy on his hand and mouth, then stood up, turned his head, and said softly to Di Renjie and Di Shijie: "Okay, let's start too." ”

With his hands behind his back, he took two steps back and forth in front of the pen and ink, and Liu Yiyi opened his mouth and said to the two students: "Shijie, Renjie, both of you lift the pen, I chant, you write, one person at a time, come in turn, do you know how to write." ”

"Yes, sir!" The two little guys responded in unison, put their pens on thick ink, and prepared for it