Wenxiang Building on the third floor.

He Jizhen took a sip and said with a smile: "Today I am the proprietor, dedicate a poem, and throw bricks and jade." ”

"Yes, please."

"Your Excellency, please."

Everyone was a little drunk, and at this time, they all threw down their barriers and invited loudly.

He Jizhen smiled: "In this way, Ji Zhen will be ugly." ”

He took a deep breath and recited: "Yongliu: Jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down. I don't know who cut out the thin leaves? The spring breeze in February is like scissors. ”

"Good! Jasper beauty, delicate willow, wonderful! Wang Wei clapped his hands and praised it.

"The love is sincere, it is natural, wonderful!" Meng Haoran said.

Wang Shaobo and Cui Hao were also amazed, and the previous beautiful maid copied this poem.

He Jizhen drank a glass of wine, and said with a smile: "This poem was written in the spring of the south of the Yangtze River, I saw the weak willow supporting the wind, quite a beautiful woman, it was sent with feelings, Wang Majie knows my heart well." ”

Wang Weiha laughed, he sat under He Jizhen, and said with a smile: "Everyone knows that I am good at painting, although I can't compare with the painting saint, but I also have a little experience." I'll just write a picture. ”

"Yes, please."

Wang Wei read: "Look at the mountains from afar, and listen to the water silently." The flowers are still in spring, and the birds are not surprised. ”

Meng Haoran praised: "Sure enough, there are paintings in the poems, and there are poems in the paintings, which are wonderful." ”

He sat under Wang Wei and received: "Early plum: There are early plums in the garden, and the year is cold." The young woman fights and folds, and will return to the mirror table. It is still said that it is not enough, and it is more desirable to cut scissors. ”

"Okay, the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, this poem is moist and elegant, and it is subtle ......" It was He Zhizhang who spoke, and he was interrupted by the sound of the staircase halfway through the taste. When he turned his head to look, he saw a servant approaching, holding a scroll of poems in his hand: "My lord, someone has offered another poem." ”

"Oh, bring it." He Jizhen has a gentle and elegant personality, and the unhappiness of being interrupted immediately disappeared without a trace. took the scroll of poetry and smiled at the four of them: "Everyone appreciate it together." ”

He handed the scroll of poems to the beautiful maid on the side, and the maid began to read: "Ask the moon for wine"

As soon as she thought about it, He Jizhen smiled: "It seems that he is also a good drinker, not bad, not bad." ”

The beautiful maid continued: "When is the moon in the blue sky, I will stop the cup today and ask it." People can't climb the bright moon, the moon walks with people....... the ancients and today's people are like flowing water, and the bright moon is like this. I wish it would be when the song is against the wine. The moonlight shines on the golden bottle. ”

After reading it, He Jizhen stroked his beard and smiled: "Elegant and romantic, romantic and self-appreciative." I wonder which drinker wrote this poem? ”

Wang Wei also said: "This person seems to be drunk, and there is a drunkenness in the poem." ”

"It's so, but it's a good song." Meng Haoran said with a smile.

"Why don't you let this person go upstairs?" He Jizhen looked at everyone and asked.

"Yes." "Yes." Everyone nodded.

On the first floor, Sun Ran held the wine bottle and raised his head to drink. Bai Jing's young face was red, and his eyes were confused. It was like a cloud of smoke, already drunk, almost drunk, Xiaoqing stood with a sword on the side, looking at Sun Ran, who was drunk, crying and laughing.

In memory. Sun Ran never drank, let alone drunk, and now this is the first time she has seen it, and she doesn't know if Lu Dao is pretending.

"Hahaha. Wait patiently, and as soon as my poem is delivered, someone will come to welcome me upstairs. Sun Ran smiled at the scholars around him.

Li Taibai...... That's the name, right? Look at your young age, I didn't expect it to be arrogantly tight. I have been prepared for a long time, but the poems I have written are not in the eyes of Lord He, what are you capable of as a drunkard, so boastful? "Some scholars don't believe it.

"Yes, yes, I have been preparing for half a month, thinking carefully, but I got a full of ingenuity, Wang Majie should have two words for me, and I was convinced. Your poem is too rough to do. "Someone else disdains it.

Sun Ran ignored it, and only cared about drinking, glass after glass, although he was drunk, he just didn't pour, and the amount of wine he served was like a sea, and while he was drinking, a slave came down and invited: "Mr. Li, Lord He invites you to go upstairs to drink together." ”

Sun Ran smiled: "How?" You and others are vulgar Kerkers. ”

waved to Xiaoqing: "Lu'er, help me upstairs." ”

Xiaoqing walked over and grabbed Sun Ran's shoulder, he felt his hand sink, his steps staggered, and he almost fell, and lowered his voice and said in surprise: "Young master, are you really drunk?" ”

Sun Ran was conscious, but he drank too much and his body was seriously alcoholintoxicated, which caused the connection between the Yuan Shen and the body to be not stable, so he was drunk, at least at first.

At the beginning, he was just drunk, but Sun Ran had too many shackles in his heart, and he still couldn't make poems when he was drunk, so he was fake drunk and became really drunk, let go of the shackles, immersed in it, and his heart was also drunk, so he had the previous wine to ask the moon.

Hearing Xiaoqing's question at this time, Sun Ran only felt that his brain was drunk, all kinds of thoughts came and went, all kinds of inspirations tumbled, and all the fetters of various rules on weekdays disappeared, and he had a realization in his heart: "No wonder there are so many drunks and drunkards for thousands of years, this feeling of alcohol anesthesia is really peculiar." ’

He didn't want to wake up for the time being, so he reached out and touched Xiaoqing's face with a smile, and then reached out and kissed her on the face, and smiled angrily: "Lu'er, Ye is not drunk, Ye is awake!" ”

Xiaoqing rolled her eyes, didn't pursue Sun Ran's frivolity, and reluctantly helped him upstairs.

When he arrived on the third floor, Sun Ran saw He Jizhen and the others, his nose twitched, and he smiled: "Good wine!" Wine! How to solve the worries, only Du Kang! ”

He strode up, poured himself a glass, and looked up before asking, "Which one is Lord He?" ”

"I am."

He Jizhen frowned, although he likes to drink, he never loses his temper, and now when he sees this young man's appearance, he is a little displeased.

Sun Ran felt it, but he was drunk, he didn't care at all, his eyes rolled, and he saw a few poems on the table next to him, so he walked over and picked them up and looked at them.

I read one: Yongliu, read it, and threw it aside: "The eldest husband is the youngest daughter's graceful attitude, evil!" ”

He Jizhen's face was dark, this poem was made by him.

Sun Ran looked at the second one, which was Wang Wei's painting, read it, and threw it aside: "It's a pity that this fine wine, a generous and heroic thing, is moaning without disease!" ”

Wang Wei's face also darkened, no matter how good Ren Han's cultivation is, his poems are useless when they are evaluated. will be unhappy, He Jizhen didn't have a seizure to drive Sun Ran down, it was already very good.

Xiaoqing stepped forward and grabbed Sun Ran and persuaded in a low voice: "Young master, young master, you are drunk!" ”

"I'm not drunk." Sun Ran had to read the third chapter of the poem again. Just about to see it, Meng Haoran got up, stepped forward and snatched it, and said angrily: "Clumsy evaluation." ”

He Ji really saw that the young man was a little uncomfortable, so he said to the slave on the side, "Take him down." ”

In an elegant place, it is really a bad scenery to come to such a drunk.

Two strong servants stepped forward to take Sun Ran away.

Sun Ran laughed, no matter how the two of them pulled. The green tendons bloomed on his forehead, and he just stood on the ground and didn't move.

"I, Li Taibai, have been practicing martial arts for many years, and in the land of Bashu, no one is my opponent, you two families have children, go aside." Sun Ran's hand shook, and the two slaves became rolling gourds on the ground.

Seeing that Sun Ran was making a fuss, Xiao Lu hurriedly ran to He Jizhen and apologized: "Lord He." My young master was just drunk, not intentionally colliding. Don't blame Lord Wanwang. ”

He Jizhen wanted to have a seizure, but suddenly saw such a jade-like slave running to beg for each other, and seeing these two people dressed elegantly, he decided that these two people were from good backgrounds, so he suppressed the anger in his heart, and asked in a loud voice: "What is the name of your young master?" ”

"I am Li Taibai. Kawanaka Qinglian swordsman! Sun Ran replied.

He raised his voice, "Lu'er, the sword is coming." ”

Then Xiaoqing felt the sword in his arms buzzing, and before he could react, he heard a sonorous sound, and a green sword light flashed. The sword automatically flew out of the sword and arrived in Sun Ran's hand.

The people present were all scholars, although they all carried swords, but they were all decorative, and no matter how much they saw this scene, they all thought that Sun Ran was going to hurt people.

He Ji was really shocked, and Xiaoqing shouted, "You still haven't stopped your young master!" ”

Xiaoqing was also in a hurry and wanted to stop her, but she knew that Sun Ran was martial arts, and she was not an opponent, so she could only shout on the side: "Young master, young master, don't mess around." ”

Sun Ran only felt that the wine was intriguing, and the heroic spirit in his heart boiled, and when he saw that there was no one on the side, he took care of himself and danced the sword.

I saw that the sword light flashed like electricity, the sword qi came and went like frost, and everywhere I passed, nothing was broken, and the screens and desktop pillars left sword marks as smooth as mirrors.

He Jizhen and the others were all pale in shock, and they all hid in a corner of the flower hall, standing against the wall.

In the sound of the sword, Sun Ran was full of spirit, his heart was boiling with Chinese, and he chanted with the sword: "Jun does not see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and does not return." ”

As soon as the first sentence came out, a heroic and vast aura came to the face, and several people present were not laymen, and they immediately knew that the Tao was extraordinary, and they forgot their fear for a while and listened attentively.

Sun Ran continued to dance the sword, drank the sword poems, and didn't know when to pick up the wine jug and accompany it with wine, his attitude was arrogant to the extreme.

He continued to chant loudly: "You don't see you, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk. ”

The sound is very high, not only heard on the third floor, but also penetrated out of the causal, the second floor, the first floor, and even the street can be heard clearly, like gold and iron, and like a piano, touching the heart.

As soon as the second sentence came out, the entire Wenxiang Building fell silent, and the scholars all turned their heads and looked at the third floor.

"Proud, unruly, shocking!" Wang Majie commented that the initial contempt has long been gone.

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon. I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink. Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, and the cup will not stop. 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. In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand years. What is the owner's words, he has to sell the right gentleman. Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you! ”

The last word came out, Sun Ran threw the wine jug, and the sword in his hand was inserted into the pillar, he was already drunk and in a mess, and the whole person was about to fall to the ground, Xiaoqing hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and when he turned his head, he was asleep.

A song will enter the wine, only 200 words, a song is over, Wenxianglou can be heard quietly, Wenxianglou outside, many scholars who have not been able to enter the restaurant are also silent.

After a long time, He Jizhen sighed: "This gentleman, there should be no one in the world, and there are also immortals." (To be continued......)

PS: This is a virtual game, don't care about the time when the poem was written.