Xiao Jiading saw that the princess had done nothing and did another bottle, and couldn't help but praise the princess's amount of wine!

When Xiao Jiading and Lu Zhaolin had drunk everything, the princess looked at the two of them with a smile and said softly, "Can you still drink?" ”

Xiao Jiading couldn't stand the strength of others when he was drinking, not to mention that the other party was still a woman, so he couldn't help but be arrogant and said: "Thirty-six thousand days in a hundred years, you must pour three hundred cups a day!" - Drink! ”

The princess praised: "What a day, three hundred!" He poured wine for Xiao Jiading again.

Lu Zhaolin was also infected by Xiao Jiading's heroism, his alcohol consumption was average, but he also held the wine bottle high and said:

The golden sable sometimes changes for fine wine,

Jade but shake the money.

After that, he didn't care about others, he craned his neck and drank a full bottle of wine with a bang. I couldn't help but shake my body. Xiao Jiading hurriedly supported him with one hand and smiled apologetically at the princess. The princess blinked, indicating that it was okay.

When Lu Zhaolin stood firm, Xiao Jiading let go of him, saluted with wine, and drank the cup.

The princess also slowly drank dry, and the noodles turned slightly peach, and her big watery eyes looked at Xiao Jiading, and said, "Xiao Lang, can you still drink?" ”

Listening to her sweet and glutinous sentence "Xiao Lang" in her heart, Xiao Jiading's heart jumped violently. Immediately remembered that the so-called so-and-so Lang, in the Tang Dynasty, was just a common name for men, and did not have the charming spring of later generations, which was equivalent to the habitual title of "comrade" in the sixties and seventies, which was a verbal language, but he thought about it crookedly, so he quickly coughed to cover it up, and said with a smile: "

Life is fleeting within a hundred years.

And it must be hearty for eternity!

The princess pursed her lips and smiled, and said, "Xiao Lang is worthy of being a genius who becomes a poem in seven steps, and the exit is a quatrain!" And the amount of alcohol is no less than that of poetry, come on! Drink another bottle! ”

The two drank another bottle.

Li Ke on the side waited for them to finish drinking, and said busily: "Concubine Ai, Brother Xiao still has to make poems, and he can't drink anymore!" ”

The princess said: "I have to be half-drunk to write better!" After that, he squinted at Xiao Jiading. Then he asked, "Can you still drink it?" ”

Xiao Jiading smiled: "Life must be happy." Don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon! Come on, cook sheep and slaughter cattle for fun, you will have to drink 300 cups! ”

The princess laughed and said, "Want to cook sheep and slaughter cows? Well, there's already preparations over there. ”

Xiao Jiading raised his eyes. Really. There were already quite a few servants under the peach grove who had lit a bonfire. Start barbecuing the beef and sheep, setting up tables and chairs, and serving dishes. I prepared for the banquet that will be held later. I couldn't help but swallow my saliva. ”

Seeing his gluttony, the princess smiled even more, and said: "It seems that you are hungry, just now the prince also said that you can't drink anymore, you make poems first, if you win the championship, I will cook sheep and slaughter cattle with the prince, and you will get drunk and rest!" - Prince, have you ever made it? ”

Li Ke nodded and looked at the princess with pity: "Concubine Ai has finally found a talented man who can fight for wine, how can this king be disappointed?" If he really wants to win the championship, let's get drunk with him! ”

Xiao Jiading shook the sleeves of his robe and bowed: "Thank you, Lord Wang!" Thank you, Princess! ”

The princess put down the wine bottle, glanced at the participating talents on the stage, and said lightly: "My topic is to take wine as the theme, those who love wine, you can write about the good of wine, and those who don't love it can also write about the bad of wine, speak freely, and express your opinions!" ”

Li Ke had a feeling of sudden realization, and said to the princess: "It turns out that you just gave wine to them to have a feeling for wine, and then write, so that they can write what they think in their hearts?" ”

The princess smiled and said, "Exactly, with wine as the theme, there is no intention of drinking, how can you write real emotions?" It's like painting, it's hard to depict that beautiful scenery without being there. ”

Li Ke nodded frequently: "Very good!" Let's get started! ”

Xiao Jiading was happy when he heard this, he couldn't imagine that this noble princess was also a wine fairy, Xiao Jiading likes to drink very much, so he also likes poems about wine, a stomach of poems in this area, and he couldn't think of choosing that one for a while, holding an empty wine bottle, squinting a pair of drunken eyes with wine, thinking there.

The princess said to Xiao Jiading: "Xiao Lang, those two sentences you just now are very brilliant, can you integrate them into your poems later?" ”

Xiao Jiading's sentences just now are the poems and wine fairy Li Taibai's "Will Enter the Wine", since the princess said so, there is no choice, and then said: "The princess has a life, don't dare to disobey!" ”

"Excellent! Let's go! After that, he lit a pillar of incense in the incense burner in the corner of the high platform, and followed Li Ke, the king of Shu, off the high platform.

Xiao Jiading was still standing there, blinking, his eyes looking at the fragrant wine in the big wine bottle. The princess and Li Ke glanced at each other, got up and said, "Xiao Lang, don't you have any intention of drinking?" If so, pour your own drink! ”

Xiao Jiading was also polite, thanked him, and walked to the big wine bottle. After hesitating, he simply threw down the empty wine bottle in his hand, grabbed the wine ladle directly, and drank the wine from the large wine bottle in the urn.

At this moment, everyone in the audience was amazed, and most of the participating talents on the stage were happy, especially Zhong Wenbo, hoping that Xiao Jiading would get drunk and not be able to write poetry, so there would be hope for him to win the championship.

Lu Zhaolin saw him drink the wine as water, he was a little anxious, put down the brush, walked over and pulled his sleeve, and said in a low voice: "Don't drink it, big brother, make poems first, the incense is half burned!" ”

Xiao Jiading squinted drunken eyes and looked at the incense in the incense burner, and sure enough, half of it was already burned. He shook his head indifferently and said, "Don't worry, you can only write poems about wine after drinking, you are the first talent, but you are not a person in wine, you will not understand the taste!" Get back! With that, he pushed Lu Zhaolin back to the couch.

Xiao Jiading drank directly with a wine ladle, while squinting at those talents, as well as the incense, to see that all the talents had stopped writing, and there was not much incense left, so he laughed three times, threw the wine ladle, walked back to the couch, picked up the inkstone, carried the brush, walked to the snow-white curtain around the high platform, and wrote with a pen.

Pan Beijia, who presided over the meeting, hurriedly said: "Oh, no......!" ”

Li Ke, the king of Shu, smiled and waved his hand to signal that it didn't matter, and Pan Beijia shut up.

Xiao Jiading used wild grass to write Li Taibai's poem "Will Enter the Wine":

You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning.

You don't see the sad white hair of Gao Tang Mingjing, 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.

……

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

His wild scribble is extremely fast, but the penmanship is not chaotic at all, the pen is a dragon and snake, with this hearty poem in wine, it makes people feel the heroism that comes to the face.

After writing the last word, he threw the brush back in his hand, and it happened to fall on Zhong Wenbo's head. But Zhong Wenbo didn't realize it, he was staring blankly at the famous poem on the curtain with other talents, he was also a genius who was proficient in poetry, and he was deeply shocked, and he didn't even notice the pen that fell on his head.

The host on the stage, Pan Beijia, watched the last little incense burn out, and said, "It's just right!" ”

After reading this poem, Lu Zhaolin walked up to Xiao Jiading, and said with a long salute: "The eldest brother is really a genius of the world, and the younger brother can't write such poems even if he writes them for a hundred years!" ”

Xiao Jiading hurriedly returned the salute: "The second brother is polite." ”

The nine referees in the audience also looked at Xiao Jiading's poem, full of admiration, and nodded frequently.

Li Ke got up and said: "The poem has been completed, read out the other poems, and then ask the referee to comment." ”

Pan Bei hurriedly agreed, and read out the other people's poems one by one, and sure enough, they were all brilliant and brilliantly written, and the people below shook their heads and admired it.

After the reading, the nine referees followed Li Ke to a compartment surrounded by a curtain next to them to discuss.

Tang Lin in the audience was very satisfied with Xiao Jiading's performance, and his eyes were full of praise. The princess did not come to the stage to congratulate, but sat down on the couch below, looking at the poem on the curtain, smiling, and nodding from time to time.

After a while, the nine referees followed Li Ke out and sat down. The referee result was handed over to Pan Beijia.

Pan Beijia glanced at it, slightly surprised, looked back at Xiao Jiading and others who had been standing in a row waiting for the results, and then spoke, his eloquence was very good, and he commented on the poems of everyone on the field from his point of view.

After some comments and admiration, Pan Beijia began to announce the rankings.

He glanced at everyone in the audience mysteriously, and said, "Next, I want to announce the Tanhua of this poetry meeting first, he is-" After being quiet for a while, he said his name loudly: "Shi Shuzhou!" ”

Xiao Jiading, a talented man who entered the top ten, was very attentive, and knew that this Shi Shuzhou was a scholar from a poor family, almost thirty years old, dressed very plainly, his poems were very fresh and natural, Xiao Jiading also liked it, and he deserved to win the third place.

Everyone in the audience applauded, and Shi Shuzhou on the stage was a little embarrassed, blushing, and kept thanking him.

When Zhong Wenbo heard that he had won the third, he suddenly became nervous, there were Xiao Jiading and Lu Zhaolin in front of him, the two of them must be the first and second, so wasn't he squeezed out of the top three?

He was the number one winner last year! won the title of the first genius in Yizhou. This year, he was going to be squeezed out of the top three, which really made him cry without tears, and he glanced at his father Zhong Facao sitting in the VIP seat in the audience with frustration, and saw his gloomy face, and he was even more frightened. He lowered his head.

Then, Pan Beijia said aloud: "Next, I announce the winner of this poetry meeting, he is-" This time, he paused for a longer time, until everyone's eyes were focused on his shriveled mouth, and he pronounced out his name in a long tone: "Zhong Wenbo!" (To be continued......)