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In the hall, a row of poplar painted landscape screens are pulled over, separating the two worlds:

On the side of the screen, Fang Zhongyong and the other servants of the house, energetically put a plate of cut rabbit meat slices, pheasant slices, fish slices, fresh vegetables, etc., into the big iron pot that was boiling in front of him.

After the things are gradually cooked, they are poured with the sauce with wine, sauce, pepper, cinnamon and other flour, and then carried in the food boxes and trays, and held to the side of the screen - happy and harmonious, and they are going to the table of the two families of Chai and Wang, who are in the prime of poetry and wine.

That's right, in the Song Dynasty, hot pot was not a rare thing, and the Great Song Dynasty on the tip of the tongue represented the glorious tradition of China's working people who have been foodies since ancient times.

Fang Zhongyong was busy with his feet not touching the ground, and he didn't notice a pair of sincere eyes, which were behind him, looking at him pitifully.

Fang Zhongyong in his previous life, when he read the article "Hurt Zhongyong", perhaps, he did not deeply experience and feel Comrade Wang Jinggong, when writing this work, he felt deep regret and lament for Fang Zhongyong's prodigy, and that regret was no less than Baoyu of the Appearance Association, and the regret when he met Qin Zhong.

At this moment, Wang Anshi was all about Fang Zhongyong, who was busy serving his table of wine and food, and sighed:

Such a self-taught, five-year-old and able to write a romantic person, but he was born in a family of generations of farmers, his parents are illiterate, how can he have knowledge and education?

If so, only the word rich and noble separates people. Although the children of our eunuchs are richer than him, how many silk brocade saras are only wrapped in some dead and rotten trees; The lamb wine is only filled in some dung holes and mud ditches, where is it worthy to call him?

But seeing that Fang Zhongyong was holding a lotus lid wine warmer and came over to serve, Wang Anshi had a plan and took over the wine warmer.

Then, from the double-layer lotus base of the six-curved shape of the wine warmer, he held up the wine cup, stepped forward, and looked at Chai Shao and his father Wang Yi, and said with a slight salute: "Today is full of friends and delicacies, why not sing about wine?" ”

As he spoke, he poured himself a drink, and then looked at Fang Zhongyong and said: "I have heard my mother talk about it for a long time, Fang Jiaerlang, amazing talent, seeing each other today is fate, how can you not talk about this situation?" Why don't you invite Erlang to the table, and sing a song to comfort your life? ”

The glass bottomed out, and the cup was thrown back into the moist water of the wine warmer.

Wang Anshi pulled Fang Zhongyong with one hand, waved it slightly with the other, ordered Jiading to take a chair, and couldn't help but say, press Fang Zhongyong to the chair, and pay homage to him again.

Fang Zhongyong took the newly held wine glass in Wang Anshi's hand, looked at Wang Anshi's eyes, twisted three fingers with a smile, and raised the wine glass: "Little Xie Wang Gongzi is very loving, and he should be the first to do it as a respect." However, this wine is called Liantai wine, which has its own name, and it is exquisite to drink and drink, and please let it be small. ”

Hearing him say this, the two families of King Chai during the banquet looked at him together. Even Wang Anren, the eldest brother of Wang Anshi, who was known for being an extremely serious gentleman in history, such as an old master, opened his eyes wide.

Fang Zhong is never in a hurry, his eyes are clearly reflected in the candlelight, and the seat is full of delicious food, his voice is refreshing and sweet, and every word is free and easy: "Lotus twist cup, wine is more fragrant than flowers, the cup is full of courtesy, not overflowing for respect, see sincerity, raise your glass lightly" said, raised the wine glass, raised it to his chest, saluted everyone again, and continued:

"Literature first, then martial arts, first inside and then soldiers, the gentleman is said to go deep into the throat, and will often, go to Youyou" said, drinking the wine in the cup.

It's so unpleasant, the purity is really incomparable with modern Moutai, Fang Zhongyong sighed in his heart, but this voice came directly to everyone because of the excess.

Facing everyone's eyes, he realized that this force seemed to be going to pretend to the end from beginning to end, so after sighing, his eyebrows stretched, his lips were slightly pursed, and he made a look of intoxication:

"The wine is rushing like a wild wave, sweeping the world, sweeping away thousands of autumns to relieve thousands of sorrows, turning the glass to the bottom, throwing the cup with a sound, this is the husband." As he spoke, he flipped over the wine cup he had drunk, leaving no drops, and then threw it heavily on the table, leaving the audience speechless for a while.

Chai Shao was also at a loss at this time, and he didn't know what kind of appearance this kid was experiencing, so he could only judge it based on the expressions of the people around him.

He first looked at his son Chai Lin, needless to say, Chai Lin didn't know what to do, but now his son's gaze was completely wrong, staring straight at Wang Ziyue on the opposite side and smirking, not at all in the situation.

Chai Shao shook his head slightly, and looked at Wang Ziyue again, Wang Ziyue's eyebrows were frowning, and her demeanor was a little supportive, looking forward to being affectionate. But I don't know if it's against the food in front of me, or something else.

Just as he was about to turn his gaze to several distinguished guests of the Wang family, Wang Anshi took the lead and applauded.

Wang Anren also showed a little appreciation on the side, turned his head to look at Wang Yi and Chai Lin, and then looked at Fang Zhongyong and said, "Very interesting." According to what Brother Fang said, it is more interesting to pay attention to it. At the edge of Xitang back then, my father also said that when I sang about wine, I couldn't enjoy it without singing and poetry. ”

"Big brother wants to write poems?" Wang Andao's cheeks were slightly red and he smiled.

"The cups and lamps in the hall are intertwined, the curtains between the flowers are high, and the gentleman is singing and flying, and Mo Xiaoshi is drinking wildly. Chutian is floating, Jianghan is Wuji, where are the heroes of the north and south? In the slanting sun, there are traces of Chen. "I haven't spoken, but the well-behaved Wang Ziyue grabbed the first place and took the first place.

"Good!" Fang Zhongyong had a few glasses of stomach, but he had never eaten, he was slightly drunk, instinctively, just like when he persuaded each other to drink and brag in his previous life, he opened his mouth and came: "The feelings are deep, and the mouth is boring; Feelings are shallow, lick it; Feelings are thick, and you can't drink enough; Emotional iron, drink blood. One, two, two, two, two gargle, three, two, four or two are not considered wine, five, two, six, two and two support the wall, and seven, two, eight or two are still roaring. ”

He raised his glass and stepped forward, saluted Wang Ziyue, his face did not change and his heart did not beat: "Wine is less than a thousand cups of confidants, you can drink as much as you want, show your skills in danger, and my sister will drink a glass of wine for my brother." ”

"Poof-" Wang Ziyue was amused by this limerick's straightforward hooliganism.

Yan Nong, who was standing beside Wang Ziyue and serving Mo Xiang, nailed them again with sharp eyes, as if they wanted to nail Fang Zhongyong.

Wang Ziyue stood up generously, took the wine glass in Fang Zhongyong's hand, took it in his hand and turned it around a few times, suddenly blinked and smiled, and the two pear vortices showed a naughty smile: "It's not difficult, but you have to make a good one." ”

Hearing Wang Ziyue say this, his good friend Chai Lin immediately echoed for the sake of "clothes", regardless of the "siblings": "Yue'er is right, Zhongyong, let's make a song with the theme of the Three Kingdoms Killing, and I will be free for a while, and let the brothers and sisters of the Wang family play that together." ”

Fang Zhong never had time to speak, but he heard Wang Anshi raise his glass and say:

"Jumping out of the red dust, don't ask at all, right and wrong. At the fishing place, the moon is bright and the wind is fine, and the water is clear and the mountains are blue. Talking and laughing Hongru should laugh at me, a drop in the ocean is not a dynasty.

Ask who is specially hooked, Uncle Liu Wen. Diao Chan is expensive, no one continues, the gold belt is heavy, and it is difficult to restrain it.

This white ephedra paper, how can it never be seen? Last night's stars and last night's wind, broken in their own transverse waves. Ask Gao Yue, who is the same in ancient times? ”

"Okay." Fang Zhongyong shouted hello again, and then, raising his glass to look at Wang Anshi, and said:

"The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes. Success or failure turns empty, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. The white-haired fisherman is on the river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet, and many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking. ”

After listening to this poem, Wang Anshi had a far-reaching artistic conception, and sighed with the vicissitudes of history, and couldn't help but pull Fang Zhongyong to sit down together, and said: "Brother Zhongyong's poem is very good, I have a friend, although he has never met, but he often goes back and forth, smashes the cylinder to save people, and also has the name of a prodigy, and the vicissitudes of his poems coincide with Brother Zhongyong." It will definitely be recommended another day. ”

Fang Zhongyong hurriedly ate food to suppress the wine, and thought about it, among his peers, the official eunuchs, and Wang An Shi Hongyan can also communicate with Wang Anshi Hongyan, the key is that the allusion of "smashing the cylinder to save people" is too much to come out, so he smiled: "But Brother Sima Guang over there in Xiping Mansion?" Although I have never met, I heard the story of his smashing the cylinder to save people, and I am deeply admired. ”

Wang Anshi also nodded again and again: "It's this person." This person is the same as me, but he was born in the Northwest and is troubled, and his personality is different. ”

Chai Lin was already full of wine and food, and his heart was full of the Three Kingdoms, so he interjected directly: "Zhongyong, here is a distinguished guest today, we have to take out good things to entertain." ”

As he spoke, he instructed the family to go down and make some catkins to accompany the meal, and at the same time couldn't wait to instruct the girl next to him: "You go to the study, bring the card in Zhongyong's bookbox that played the Three Kingdoms, and let's play that together today, so as to relieve the boredom, isn't it much better than Na Laoshizi's poetry?" ”

As he spoke, he looked at Wang Ziyue with a happy expression.

Fang Zhongyong still regretted that he had already prepared Su Dongpo's "Red Cliff Nostalgia", and he used a poem by Luo Guanzhong to start with it, and he was about to show his talent and crush the three parties, so he had to be a little stupid and muttered to himself:

"The great river goes east, the waves are exhausted, and the eternal romantic characters. To the west of the base, humanity is, Zhou Lang Chibi of the Three Kingdoms. The rocks pierced the air, the waves crashed on the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up. The country is picturesque, and there are many heroes at one time.

Back then, Xiao Qiao got married for the first time, and he was heroic. Lupine scarf, talking and laughing, the canopy is gone. The fugue of the homeland, I should laugh at me affectionately, my sideburns are like pine, life is like a dream, and I am still in the river and the moon. ”

Unexpectedly, because of the wine, the voice of the shallow whispering to himself was slightly louder, and several people around could hear it clearly, and they were amazed and self-exclaimed. And such a casual groaning made it more and more subtle for Fang Zhongyong.

……

It was late that day, and Fang Zhongyong dragged his tired body towards the direction of home.

With a hazy drunkenness, while walking, he hummed the Phoenix legend "The vast end of the world is my love, the flowers are blooming at the foot of the stretching green mountains, what kind of rhythm is the most ah, the most swaying, what kind of posture is the most cheerful......"

At this moment, Fang Zhongyong's self-feeling is definitely like a bard. Don't look at it as just a pound of wine, humming pop songs, and the heart is also properly comfortable.

Facing the hazy moonlight glowing with white light in winter, Ma Erya's double bun and the red head rope that was tied up and flipped by two feet spread out, and a head of hair, like Nie Xiaoqian in the ghost story of a Chinese girl, quietly stayed not far from Fang Zhongyong's figure, looking at him quietly.

The night was silent, the moon was very large and round, and the round moon reflected Fang Zhongyong's figure, showing a kind of isolation in the world.

Of course, all of that was just Ma Erya's delusion.

Because Fang Zhongyong's heart had already hit the idea of the Chai family's excellent shabu shabu pot at this time, from the first sight of the pot, Fang Zhongyong sincerely felt that this was prepared to cook fish soup for my family's prosperity......